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1 yr ago
Current The dot over a lowercase i and j has a name! It's called a tittle, which is a noun meaning "a tiny amount or part of something". Like the dot over an i or a j.
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2 yrs ago
Cows don't leave the slaughterhouse, steaks do.
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3 yrs ago
Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless, like water Put water into a cup, becomes the cup Put water into a teapot, becomes the teapot Water can flow or drip or crash Be water, my friend --Bruce Lee
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3 yrs ago
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.
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3 yrs ago
Mr. Clark, your daughter is a very good kisser.
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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 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 for over 48 years. I do prefer Military Role Plays over all other genres, primarily because I have a vast knowledge on the subject to include personal experiences. At the very least, my characters are always veterans.

I have been writing for pleasure for at least 34+ years, but only got into forum-based Role Playing about fourteen 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 (Edition 1 & 2). Later editions came out after I quit that game. 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. I love doing this form of role play, especially since I have a solid foundation on the past.

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 three years ago. :(]

In July, 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.

Send me a PM for a Role Play.

--Gunther (AKA: Old School)



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The Burlington Raid is detailed in this post.

Eighty-nine people made it out of the doomed aircraft alive as the C-17 rolled to the right and dropped nose first toward the ground. The over-sized transport took seventeen lives with her as it struck the Walmart off Harvest Lane. The bulk of the aircraft continued to slide along the pavement of the parking lot following the impact into the adjacent Home Depot less than a thousand feet from where Joe Sullivan, Danny Douglas and the others from their cell were just starting their raid on the Williston State Police Station. A large mushroom cloud shaped fireball erupted into the morning darkness casting a wave of heat to spread over anyone out of doors in the Route 2A/I-89 area.
@Xandrya Walmart might be an interesting place to have your character hiding. Read this passage I wrote last year...

...When the lumbering Transport Aircraft dropped below the clouds, he knew something was there, but couldn’t tell what it was. Tracers again arced up into the sky. He could hear the chopping sound of several rotary wing aircraft to the west a bit. The transport aircraft then burst into fire along one of the wings. It appeared as though something was dropping from the aircraft but he could not tell what it was immediately. Then he recognized the sight of several parachutes dropping toward the ground. He witnessed the C17 roll to the west, lost altitude and strike the Walmart. He didn’t know where it landed. He assumed it was near exit 12, about a mile and a half from where he stood. He did however see the very loud mushroom cloud of brilliant orange erupt into the darkened sky. It lit up the entire area, illuminating the CH-47s lifting up and away from the park, where they had landed.


In the morning, just around sunrise, the crashing C17 slid through the Walmart parking lot and hit the building itself. It would have shaken the structure significantly. A large plume of fire and smoke mushroomed up over the crash site. None of the crew survived the impact.
@Gunther Haha. My mom has somewhat given up hope of getting any grandchildren from me. And I think I'm glad. I don't want kids and I'm not very good at being a boyfriend, forget how terrible of a husband I would be. I also don't think I'd be a good father. I'm very irresponsible and lazy. I'd be a fun uncle though. So it's up to my sister.

If I ever do find someone maybe I'd knock them up once. If they wanted.


Is it a matter of maturity? If so, you can always wait. I was 39 when I got married. Maturity was my excuse.
Happy Birthday to me. Home alone in bed. All my friends are unavailable and my best friend bailed on me to go get my first tattoo today. So I'm just sitting in a tin can. Far, far away...

Hope you guys are having a better day than I am. I'll be posting within the hour.


Happy birthday, Raptor. I'm 8 days behind you.

EDIT:
"Are you getting enough sleep? When am I going to get grandchildren?"

I remember once about 30 years ago, my mom made a similar statement to me; well, the second question. I looked at her flushed and asked, "which do you want first, a daughter in law or the grandchildren?" My sisters both married before me, by at least 10 years. They also got divorced, but that's beside the point.
Someone yelled, Fire in the Hole! Gigger knew that meant explosives had been set and it was time to leave. HE grabbed his brother and the two headed back out the same door he had just come in. He knew there was a firefight going on out there and tried to be as careful as possible. So far none of the Soviets had made it around to the back of the building yet. Someone yelled for the other team to get the hell out or maybe they heard the Fire in the hole call go out. They weren’t there any longer; except the one man who wouldn’t be going anywhere anymore; slumped halfway across the entrance to the Williston barracks.

The sun was casting rays across the Burlington area. The sound of the burning police car was crackling from the street. Other Vermont militiamen were moving about trying to get a peek the enemy dying on the street. Gigger wondered what was going on at the airport. There was sporadic gunfire now. Most of the intense gunfire had quieted down. [i]Who controlled the airfield now?[i] Preston Giguere thought to himself. He and Ben ran to the bushes away from St. George’s Road and away from the building. He and his brother would cover the withdrawal of the rest of the team as they moved.

There were militiamen like him all over the place now. He didn’t want to shoot one of them and he wasn’t sure what the bad guys looked like. They may have had different uniforms. He was scared and this was crazy. How the hell did I get myself into this shit? Preston thought to himself.

“Better off dead than telling his friends what we look like,” Master Sergeant Tyus Morse told Danny after he killed the Stasi officer. He turned to leave and said, “fuck the Geneva Convention,” in hushed tones. Well today, anyway. The Sergeant moved with Danny getting their asses out of the building. He chased after the Giguere brothers; about a minute behind them. He could see where they were hiding as soon as he came out and took up a position with them, aiming his rifle in the direction of where the ambush had happened. Now it was a firefight between the survivors.

“We need to get out of here, most riki-tik,” Sergeant Morse muttered. Softly he spoke under his breath, “blow the building Danny. Let’s get out of here.”
...As a sophomore last year I mentioned an interest in joining the military and they just about died :/ I tried to explain that if I join JROTC this upcoming semester, it doesn't mean I'm obligated to join the military, but it will certainly help with skill building, leadership, and also break me out of this shell I've been in forever.

I mean, I might be petite and weigh like 100lbs wet, but I'm pretty sure I'm not the first one to want to join the military!

Your size as a sophomore is irrelevant. You are not done growing. I was 19 or 20 when I finished growing; picked up 3/4" between 18 and 20.

I am of the opinion young people should go on some sort of quest and mission to find themselves. Who and what they really are going on into maturity. Something rife with trial and tremendous challenge which they must confront and overcome.

I would agree with that completely.

I have had three or four very trying moments in my life that were rife with trial and a challenge.
1st. Basic Training, age 18
2nd. Officer Candidate School, age 23
3rd. The birth of my oldest child, age 40 (This one was mental/emotionally challenging)
4th. The black belt testing process, age 52

Well, I am a very different person today, than when I was a child. Back then I was in constant fear and kept quiet and to myself often. Today, I tell people I was born on a PT field in Ft. Jackson, SC at the age of 18. The person who inhabited my body prior to that time is no longer in existence. Good riddance! This is one of the reasons I LOVE the US Army. It made me the person I am today.
I am an extrovert. I gain energy walking into a room filled with people.
I play 8-ball pool on my phone. I am level 82 (Grand Master) winning 2738 of 5677 games and potting over 32,000 balls. I have won 9.2 Million coins.
Yea @Jurassic Weeb I've always made it standard to avoid canon characters whenever possible. I might use one as an NPC characters briefly encounter.
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