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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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Here's hoping Wolf and Oz can save Torsten. Or two posts will be it for me in this Roleplay.
“Das ist wundebar, Lecherlich,” Torsten’s dejected low-volume commentary considered the wonderfully ridiculousness of his predicament. He more than likely cracked a rib several minutes ago and stumbled into an impression made by some jötunn of Yggdrasill-origin. He knew this day could only get worse.
Almost on cue, he could hear the familiar war cry of Orc raiders. Three of the bipedal humanoids were of motley green skin tone and the other two, a solid brown. They were closer to his friend Njal’s height, than his own, who was a rather large man in his own right. The orcs had pointed ears and were dancing around two would be corpses laying on the ground at their feet. They appeared to be celebrating the looting of trousers from their victims. They weren’t wearing any armor and only stolen pants. The trousers would allow two of their own to cover their legs. What a boon!
Upon closer inspection, Torsten realized who the corpses on the ground were; they were two countrymen he knew quite well, Ulf Gunnerson and Njal Osborne. He had only been thinking about these two prior to the brief encounter with the large wooly boar. Now they were in the clearing just ahead of him. The distance from his concealing bush to the dancing orcs was just under thirty yards. He didn’t want to get too close as they still outnumbered him five to one. Given his recent injury, he would have preferred not fighting these monsters, but he kind of felt like he had to. It was like a sign from Ulfric, the God of Battle presented him with a sacrifice. It was as though the Gods themselves were telling Torsten, kill this prey and we will return you to your friends to help you.
Torsten thought quickly how he would engage the orcs. He pulled out a hand full of arrows, fewer than a dozen and stuck them in the dirt in front of him. He hefted his bow nocking an arrow. He took careful aim at the closest orc, sighted in and loosed the arrow. It struck the creature in the left thigh. An audible yelp escaped the injured orc, but Torsten knew the beast was still a threat. Fortunately, the group had no idea where the arrow came from. They stopped dancing to look about. Before they stopped, Torsten got off a second arrow which just barely missed the same orc he shot at the first time.
Now, they knew where he was and the pressure was on. He nocked a third arrow and loosed it at an uninjured orc closest to him and hit the monster in its chest, knocking it back on its ass. Three of the orcs would be on him in seconds. He grabbed a fourth arrow, planning to loose another just before switching to his axe. Now the distance was closer to 10 to 15 yards.
At this range, he knew he would hit. The pressure actually attuned his senses filling him with confidence. He loosed the fourth arrow at the next orc in line. It struck the brown creature in the throat, dropping him to his knees. The Orc gurgled in its own blood, drowning while gasping for breath.
There were two uninjured orcs remaining and the one he hit in the leg. Torsten dropped his bow drawing his axe. The orcs were upon him. The first one took a swing at him, missed stumbled onto the ground. The second uninjured orc swung an axe at Torsten injuring him in the ribs on the other side of his chest.
Torsten darted away from the one orc in front of him who connected with his chest, preparing to strike with his axe. He swung and connected midway up the creature’s left arm taking off its hand. Torsten knew there was the fifth orc slowly moving towards him. Instead of dropping back, he surged forward to strike this one a second time. The orc was successful in dodging the axe swing and able to push Torsten to the ground putting more pressure on his injured ribs.
“Oof!” Torsten let out a groan as he hit the ground. So far, he had killed one orc, knocked a second one out, dropped a third to the ground, a fourth lost an arm and this fifth one with an arrow wound to the leg. Torsten quickly hurried to his feet, looking back as he ran towards Ulf and Oz. “Wake UP!!” Torsten yelled as he reached his friends. Both had bindings around their hands and ankles. They would not be much help even if they were awake. He could see both friends’ manhood exposed to the world. Although it was common knowledge Njel was hung like a field mouse, Ulf Osborne had at least an eight-inch penis dangling in the soil. “Holy Shit! Wolf! I’m gonna kill these Orcs just so you can put your pants back on!” Neither of his friends could hear him.
Torsten turned. The orc who lost his arm had run away. The one who landed a hit on him stood near his comrades snarling and howling with part of an arrow shaft in his leg. It was as though he were yelling, “you want these pants, you’re going to have to come and get them.” Torsten also wanted his bow and arrows before he left. There was only one orc who appeared willing to fight him. Torsten ran back towards the orc with his axe. The orc similarly armed with an axe. The orc took a swing and struck Torsten’s axe. Torsten then took a swing which was parried by the orc. The orc’s second attack struck Torsten firmly in the side knocking him on the ground. He could feel the blood oozing from his side. The warm liquid slowly coated his belly and upper thighs. He felt weak, unable to get to his feet. He considered taking out a knife and stabbing the orc. The knife made it to his hand, but never got to use it.
The surviving orc, picked up two of his injured comrades and helped them depart the clearing. One dead orc remained behind. If no one got to Torsten soon to bind his wounds, he would join the orc in the afterlife and meet Maleum and Nar'rog. Ulfric had abandoned him in this moment of need. He could feel the life draining from his body. He lost consciousness.
@POOHEAD189
Almost on cue, he could hear the familiar war cry of Orc raiders. Three of the bipedal humanoids were of motley green skin tone and the other two, a solid brown. They were closer to his friend Njal’s height, than his own, who was a rather large man in his own right. The orcs had pointed ears and were dancing around two would be corpses laying on the ground at their feet. They appeared to be celebrating the looting of trousers from their victims. They weren’t wearing any armor and only stolen pants. The trousers would allow two of their own to cover their legs. What a boon!
Upon closer inspection, Torsten realized who the corpses on the ground were; they were two countrymen he knew quite well, Ulf Gunnerson and Njal Osborne. He had only been thinking about these two prior to the brief encounter with the large wooly boar. Now they were in the clearing just ahead of him. The distance from his concealing bush to the dancing orcs was just under thirty yards. He didn’t want to get too close as they still outnumbered him five to one. Given his recent injury, he would have preferred not fighting these monsters, but he kind of felt like he had to. It was like a sign from Ulfric, the God of Battle presented him with a sacrifice. It was as though the Gods themselves were telling Torsten, kill this prey and we will return you to your friends to help you.
Torsten thought quickly how he would engage the orcs. He pulled out a hand full of arrows, fewer than a dozen and stuck them in the dirt in front of him. He hefted his bow nocking an arrow. He took careful aim at the closest orc, sighted in and loosed the arrow. It struck the creature in the left thigh. An audible yelp escaped the injured orc, but Torsten knew the beast was still a threat. Fortunately, the group had no idea where the arrow came from. They stopped dancing to look about. Before they stopped, Torsten got off a second arrow which just barely missed the same orc he shot at the first time.
Now, they knew where he was and the pressure was on. He nocked a third arrow and loosed it at an uninjured orc closest to him and hit the monster in its chest, knocking it back on its ass. Three of the orcs would be on him in seconds. He grabbed a fourth arrow, planning to loose another just before switching to his axe. Now the distance was closer to 10 to 15 yards.
At this range, he knew he would hit. The pressure actually attuned his senses filling him with confidence. He loosed the fourth arrow at the next orc in line. It struck the brown creature in the throat, dropping him to his knees. The Orc gurgled in its own blood, drowning while gasping for breath.
There were two uninjured orcs remaining and the one he hit in the leg. Torsten dropped his bow drawing his axe. The orcs were upon him. The first one took a swing at him, missed stumbled onto the ground. The second uninjured orc swung an axe at Torsten injuring him in the ribs on the other side of his chest.
Torsten darted away from the one orc in front of him who connected with his chest, preparing to strike with his axe. He swung and connected midway up the creature’s left arm taking off its hand. Torsten knew there was the fifth orc slowly moving towards him. Instead of dropping back, he surged forward to strike this one a second time. The orc was successful in dodging the axe swing and able to push Torsten to the ground putting more pressure on his injured ribs.
“Oof!” Torsten let out a groan as he hit the ground. So far, he had killed one orc, knocked a second one out, dropped a third to the ground, a fourth lost an arm and this fifth one with an arrow wound to the leg. Torsten quickly hurried to his feet, looking back as he ran towards Ulf and Oz. “Wake UP!!” Torsten yelled as he reached his friends. Both had bindings around their hands and ankles. They would not be much help even if they were awake. He could see both friends’ manhood exposed to the world. Although it was common knowledge Njel was hung like a field mouse, Ulf Osborne had at least an eight-inch penis dangling in the soil. “Holy Shit! Wolf! I’m gonna kill these Orcs just so you can put your pants back on!” Neither of his friends could hear him.
Torsten turned. The orc who lost his arm had run away. The one who landed a hit on him stood near his comrades snarling and howling with part of an arrow shaft in his leg. It was as though he were yelling, “you want these pants, you’re going to have to come and get them.” Torsten also wanted his bow and arrows before he left. There was only one orc who appeared willing to fight him. Torsten ran back towards the orc with his axe. The orc similarly armed with an axe. The orc took a swing and struck Torsten’s axe. Torsten then took a swing which was parried by the orc. The orc’s second attack struck Torsten firmly in the side knocking him on the ground. He could feel the blood oozing from his side. The warm liquid slowly coated his belly and upper thighs. He felt weak, unable to get to his feet. He considered taking out a knife and stabbing the orc. The knife made it to his hand, but never got to use it.
The surviving orc, picked up two of his injured comrades and helped them depart the clearing. One dead orc remained behind. If no one got to Torsten soon to bind his wounds, he would join the orc in the afterlife and meet Maleum and Nar'rog. Ulfric had abandoned him in this moment of need. He could feel the life draining from his body. He lost consciousness.
@POOHEAD189
I am liking the description and read the psych profile.
I think when we start, I will have the drug deal as a focal point of a joint investigation between Southampton and neighboring communities including Winchester. Maybe create a Police Task Force involving detectives from the various regions to discuss how to take down this drug trade. The humans are thinking Methamphetamine labs, cocaine, hashish and so forth. The Wesen understand that the Jacine out there is more harmful and are interested in that aspect of the investigation. Diara and Ransom recognize each other, maybe remotely and approach one another after the briefing to renew a friendship they once had at a diner or restaurant. This should eventually lead into them discovering the Wesen relationship. Then they have an adventure chasing after Schakels who are dealing in Jay on the black market or Spice shops in the region.
I think when we start, I will have the drug deal as a focal point of a joint investigation between Southampton and neighboring communities including Winchester. Maybe create a Police Task Force involving detectives from the various regions to discuss how to take down this drug trade. The humans are thinking Methamphetamine labs, cocaine, hashish and so forth. The Wesen understand that the Jacine out there is more harmful and are interested in that aspect of the investigation. Diara and Ransom recognize each other, maybe remotely and approach one another after the briefing to renew a friendship they once had at a diner or restaurant. This should eventually lead into them discovering the Wesen relationship. Then they have an adventure chasing after Schakels who are dealing in Jay on the black market or Spice shops in the region.
majestic
I witnessed a vehicle strike an animal. I was the conductor on a seven thousand ton freight train moving 40 MPH that struck a seven hundred pound bull. The bull flew about ten feet and was dead on impact.
Armor
0700 hours, the sun was on the Eastern horizon, fog did not inhabit the low-lying areas today. The thermometer was reading 44 degrees Fahrenheit. The Americans sat in their defensive positions observing the carnage on the battlefield. The East Germans had focused on the American left, but at quite a cost. It was obvious that the T-80 tanks were a match for the M1 Abrams, but only when they were within 1500 meter of each other, that and the fact the American tanks were dug into the ground. The Soviet Close Air Support arm had been quite helpful to the East Germans, but it was not enough to claim a victory. They might be able to get a company past the Americans, but the American defense remained solid.
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