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I will continue to be one of the oldest members of this community in August.
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If you are a fan of Warhammer 40,000 or Age of Sigmar, let me know. Maybe we can put together an RP. I play Ironjawz & Kruleboyz in AOS and Salamanders & Drukhari in 40K.
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Happy holidays, everyone!
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Summer break is almost over. Back to work/school and all that non-fun stuff.
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I am a veteran of the United States Army and the US Army National Guard. I spent three years on Active Duty serving in the 4th Infantry Division (Mechanized) at Ft. Carson, CO, and the 3rd Armor Division at Kirch Göns, West Germany. I spent 18 years in the Army National Guard with the 26th Infantry Division "Yankee" and 29th Infantry Division (Light), "The Blue and the Gray". I was deployed to Bosnia-Herzegovina with the 29th ID (L) in 2001 - 2002. I have also been reading military history articles and books since I was 10 years old. I do prefer Military Role Plays over all other genres, primarily because I have a vast knowledge of the subject including personal experiences. At the very least, my characters are always veterans.
I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about eighteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.
When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts.
There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.
I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.
Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over five years ago. :(]
Over two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.
Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.
--Gunther (AKA: Old School)
Gunthers Cast of Hooligans
I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about eighteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.
When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts.
There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.
I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.
Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over five years ago. :(]
Over two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.
Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.
--Gunther (AKA: Old School)
Gunthers Cast of Hooligans
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I spent the last three days in New York City with my daughter. We climbed the 377 steps to the top of the Statue Of Liberty yesterday afternoon.
Watching the modern version of the television show, "Lost in Space." So far, I like the new robot.
Seems like something that belongs in the nations RP section.Thanks, but no thanks. You are one smart cookie. I used to play NRPs on the old forums before the crash. In an NRP, each player creates their own nation including the military units that defend her. In this Wargame, the players do not create their own military units. They begin with a brigade sized unit and a leader of their creation. As they capture cities, they are handed military units who will now fight for them. It is a heavily watered down NRP, but more of a table top game than an NRP. In fact, I inserted the diplomacy section just to make it more of a Role Play than an actual game. It is the diplomacy phase that give it that NRP appearance, but it is honestly not. There is so much less flexibility in this war game than in an NRP. If this experiment is successful, I could entertain the notion of creating an NRP based around the hybrid rules I put into play for this Wargame.
The unlikely trio of survivors walked slowly through the Southern Indiana forest. They left home and Central City behind. Seth took point, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be lurking in the forest trying to kill them. They learned to avoid the open areas. Many Others had taken over people trained in shooting long distance; hunters, Marine snipers or Olympic caliber shooters. The Others would find hiding spots near highways, major roadways, open tracts of farmland or wherever they could find clear lines of fire out to 800 meters or more. Others were deadly accurate with their hunting rifles, leaving corpses littering Interstates 65 and 69 as well as the numerous other state routes. The group considered heading north to Indianapolis, but discarded that idea realizing the Others had probably already cleared out the major population centers and garrisoned the to prevent the native population from re-entering these areas.
Seth spent time training his new friends in the US Army’s techniques, tactics and procedures (TTP) for patrolling. They used hand and arm signals to communicate with one another. In fact, Thalis Boulderman, coal miner-turned soldier taught the group how to communicate using American Sign Language. They often communicated silently this way in order to be as quiet as possible. Joe Anderson covered the rear as the small group moved stealthily through what may have been a State Park or State Forest. The tree covered terrain was measured from 100 to 900 feet in elevation. Ferns, oak scrub and juniper bushes plugged the undergrowth. Pine, Oak, maple, birch and beech trees covered the hills. An occasional open space would appear where trees had been removed to allow for farmland a few centuries ago. Seth and company avoided these open patches of ground as they hiked the hills of Southern Indiana.
The three stopped occasionally to survey the land in front of them, especially when they were standing on high ground. A farmhouse of Colonial design with a large wrap around porch, white in color stood at the far end of a large cattle pasture. Cornfields bordered the pastures to the north and south of the open farmlands. A large red barn, possibly containing hay and stalls for horses and cows stood several feet to the east of the farm house with an attached grain silo. Various farming equipment parked around the house and barnyard. Seth noticed the cattle grazing in the pasture first. This sight sent up a red flag, a warning so to speak.
In sign language the three survivors carried on a conversation. “See the cows?” Seth asked Thalis and Joe. Both nodded. “If there are cows, then there must be people here to care for them, right?”
“Sounds reasonable,” Thalis answered. “But are they Others?”
“Right, how do we know?” Seth sat there staring at the cows and the farm house in the distance in frustration. Then he resolved to be daring, “we cannot hide from everyone!” He pounded his fist into his hand in exclamation. “We must trust someone! Give them a chance to prove they can be trusted!” The clouds had slowly darkened rolling in over the region. Small drops of rain began to fall on the Midwestern farmland. Seth looked up at the sky thinking, ‘damn. Infantry weather.’
Joe Anderson saw the reason in Seth’s position. After all, he was the one who argued in favor of finding other survivors before they left Central City. “I say let’s go find out who lives there,” Joe responded.
“Your going to get us all killed,” Thalis interjected. He watched the other two to see if they would change their idea. No one said anything. They just stared back at him with that blank expression saying, ‘We are right and you are wrong, so you better join us.’ “I guess I have no choice. Just be careful,” he signed in frustration.
The three made their way closer to the wood line and followed the terrain along the south side of the pasture about fifty yards inside the forest. They kept their eye on the farmland while watching the hills around them and every tree they could see. They continued to search for an ambush or a sniper just waiting to pick them off. They were all alert for danger could be lurking behind any and every tree. Any sign of movement, they would slow down and investigate as though it were a platoon of Others just waiting to kill them. Survival was a challenge these days and they intended to do the best they could. For all they knew they could be walking right into crosshairs on their way to discern who lived at the farm.
Seth spent time training his new friends in the US Army’s techniques, tactics and procedures (TTP) for patrolling. They used hand and arm signals to communicate with one another. In fact, Thalis Boulderman, coal miner-turned soldier taught the group how to communicate using American Sign Language. They often communicated silently this way in order to be as quiet as possible. Joe Anderson covered the rear as the small group moved stealthily through what may have been a State Park or State Forest. The tree covered terrain was measured from 100 to 900 feet in elevation. Ferns, oak scrub and juniper bushes plugged the undergrowth. Pine, Oak, maple, birch and beech trees covered the hills. An occasional open space would appear where trees had been removed to allow for farmland a few centuries ago. Seth and company avoided these open patches of ground as they hiked the hills of Southern Indiana.
The three stopped occasionally to survey the land in front of them, especially when they were standing on high ground. A farmhouse of Colonial design with a large wrap around porch, white in color stood at the far end of a large cattle pasture. Cornfields bordered the pastures to the north and south of the open farmlands. A large red barn, possibly containing hay and stalls for horses and cows stood several feet to the east of the farm house with an attached grain silo. Various farming equipment parked around the house and barnyard. Seth noticed the cattle grazing in the pasture first. This sight sent up a red flag, a warning so to speak.
In sign language the three survivors carried on a conversation. “See the cows?” Seth asked Thalis and Joe. Both nodded. “If there are cows, then there must be people here to care for them, right?”
“Sounds reasonable,” Thalis answered. “But are they Others?”
“Right, how do we know?” Seth sat there staring at the cows and the farm house in the distance in frustration. Then he resolved to be daring, “we cannot hide from everyone!” He pounded his fist into his hand in exclamation. “We must trust someone! Give them a chance to prove they can be trusted!” The clouds had slowly darkened rolling in over the region. Small drops of rain began to fall on the Midwestern farmland. Seth looked up at the sky thinking, ‘damn. Infantry weather.’
Joe Anderson saw the reason in Seth’s position. After all, he was the one who argued in favor of finding other survivors before they left Central City. “I say let’s go find out who lives there,” Joe responded.
“Your going to get us all killed,” Thalis interjected. He watched the other two to see if they would change their idea. No one said anything. They just stared back at him with that blank expression saying, ‘We are right and you are wrong, so you better join us.’ “I guess I have no choice. Just be careful,” he signed in frustration.
The three made their way closer to the wood line and followed the terrain along the south side of the pasture about fifty yards inside the forest. They kept their eye on the farmland while watching the hills around them and every tree they could see. They continued to search for an ambush or a sniper just waiting to pick them off. They were all alert for danger could be lurking behind any and every tree. Any sign of movement, they would slow down and investigate as though it were a platoon of Others just waiting to kill them. Survival was a challenge these days and they intended to do the best they could. For all they knew they could be walking right into crosshairs on their way to discern who lived at the farm.
I am working on a war game to use in the table top RP section. I will use a watered down version of a war game I own. The game will be a hybrid version of Risk and Diplomacy. I have a map with over 100 cities. Each city has a governor whom the RPer will have to negotiate with in the diplomacy phase. I will RP as the Governor. If the diplomacy phase fails, then the RPer must resort to armed aggression to take the city. Each city has an armed force specific to that city; they are all organized in different ways. Once a city is taken, the RPer inherits the remnants of the defending military and can spend some time rebuilding their force. The first time the player takes a city, he will essentially double his force. It will become easier to take NPC cities as the game goes on. But if a large group of players are present in one game, then the negotiations phase of play may become terrific/burdensome or overwhelming. The battles between players could become very large also. Whereas early in the game it will be Brigades (~2000 men) fighting against Brigades, the end game will pit Corps (~50,000 men) and Armies (~200,000 men) fighting against one another.
Ok, I will post later today or tomorrow.
Posted and Jimmy showed off his jumping ability to the group.
Jimmy Wu watched the other people in his company and listened to their comments. The expression on the tall young woman with red hair told Jimmy he was wrong about trying to hide his abilities. It was an alarming thought because it was not something he shared with anyone. ‘but how would they know?’
The cartoon looking girl seemed to sum it all up succinctly, "Why are so many of you so grumpy?" She moved around from person to person spouting out how their world was about to get better with an exaggerated exuberance. "This is the GOVERNMENT and a GOVERNMENT program where they're going to use us as super soldiers! You know what that means? Benefits! Lots and lots of benefits!" She appeared to be unnecessarily excited. It was somewhat unnerving especially since Jimmy had not wrapped his head around this creature he was staring at jumping from unseen foot to unseen foot. "And the fact that the toon lady has to point this out to you means you all need to study up on your tropes."
Toon Lady as she called herself turned to Mr. King and ended with, "speaking of benefits, where is the food? Be nice if we all bonded over some catering." Jimmy hadn’t thought about food or his nagging hunger until the overly animated woman mentioned it in front of everyone.
Mr King addressed the crowd regarding the cartoon’s comments. He told everyone her name was Light. Jimmy looked at her, gave her a nod with slight pursed lip smile. The director continued to speak, "most of you were not brought here by choice and for that I apologize, it was a security measure that we deemed necessary for the continued survival of our work." Obviously, this Defiance Project is some gregarious organization designed to help people. If Jimmy could benefit from this group somehow; not just by fulfilling his inner desire to help others, he would agree to join them. So far, he was objective and curious. This Mr. King and Light were prodding him towards acceptance. The African American man continued, "this is your chance to do some good in the world. Should you think that beneath you I can arrange transport for you, you can be anywhere in the world by tomorrow night. You will not be followed, you will not be punished, you will not become a hero. Working with us, on the other hand, will have its benefits. All expenses will be covered by us, your family will be given full protection, your civilian lives will be fully respected."
Mr. King smirked at Jimmy, "Mr. Wu, it is not my place to reveal your secrets. If you want to keep your cards close to your chest that is fine with me. Just know that you're not pulling the wool over my eyes. When the time comes your abilities will prove invaluable to your teammates."
“OK, Mr. King. You have intrigued me,” Jimmy Wu admitted. “I must say, I do not share my secrets with anyone. Not even my own mother knows. You say you know my secrets. I will bite. In fact, I will let you know one of my secrets right now.” With that said, Jimmy Wu jumped from where he stood in the parking garage to a location about a hundred feet away in the same road way between the two rows of cars. The elapsed time was less than a tenth of second. “I can jump a lot farther than a hundred feet if I want to.” Then he jumped back to where he stood and stated matter of fact, “If I should decide to leave this second or two days from now, I will not require your transportation.”
“Oh yea, I am hungry too…and where is the rest room?”
The cartoon looking girl seemed to sum it all up succinctly, "Why are so many of you so grumpy?" She moved around from person to person spouting out how their world was about to get better with an exaggerated exuberance. "This is the GOVERNMENT and a GOVERNMENT program where they're going to use us as super soldiers! You know what that means? Benefits! Lots and lots of benefits!" She appeared to be unnecessarily excited. It was somewhat unnerving especially since Jimmy had not wrapped his head around this creature he was staring at jumping from unseen foot to unseen foot. "And the fact that the toon lady has to point this out to you means you all need to study up on your tropes."
Toon Lady as she called herself turned to Mr. King and ended with, "speaking of benefits, where is the food? Be nice if we all bonded over some catering." Jimmy hadn’t thought about food or his nagging hunger until the overly animated woman mentioned it in front of everyone.
Mr King addressed the crowd regarding the cartoon’s comments. He told everyone her name was Light. Jimmy looked at her, gave her a nod with slight pursed lip smile. The director continued to speak, "most of you were not brought here by choice and for that I apologize, it was a security measure that we deemed necessary for the continued survival of our work." Obviously, this Defiance Project is some gregarious organization designed to help people. If Jimmy could benefit from this group somehow; not just by fulfilling his inner desire to help others, he would agree to join them. So far, he was objective and curious. This Mr. King and Light were prodding him towards acceptance. The African American man continued, "this is your chance to do some good in the world. Should you think that beneath you I can arrange transport for you, you can be anywhere in the world by tomorrow night. You will not be followed, you will not be punished, you will not become a hero. Working with us, on the other hand, will have its benefits. All expenses will be covered by us, your family will be given full protection, your civilian lives will be fully respected."
Mr. King smirked at Jimmy, "Mr. Wu, it is not my place to reveal your secrets. If you want to keep your cards close to your chest that is fine with me. Just know that you're not pulling the wool over my eyes. When the time comes your abilities will prove invaluable to your teammates."
“OK, Mr. King. You have intrigued me,” Jimmy Wu admitted. “I must say, I do not share my secrets with anyone. Not even my own mother knows. You say you know my secrets. I will bite. In fact, I will let you know one of my secrets right now.” With that said, Jimmy Wu jumped from where he stood in the parking garage to a location about a hundred feet away in the same road way between the two rows of cars. The elapsed time was less than a tenth of second. “I can jump a lot farther than a hundred feet if I want to.” Then he jumped back to where he stood and stated matter of fact, “If I should decide to leave this second or two days from now, I will not require your transportation.”
“Oh yea, I am hungry too…and where is the rest room?”
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