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Summer break begins today!
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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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Fuel
Collaboration with @sail3695
The ramp had been lowered to allow for the offloading of personnel and equipment when necessary. Hook sat on a crate smoking a cigar earlier in the day, but returned to the interior of the China Doll to use the head. He didn’t throw the wrapped tobacco away, he merely snuffed it out, so as to not leave a cloud of smoke in the cargo bay area.
When he returned to the cargo bay, he planned to light the cigar back up, but found two men who allowed themselves to step into the Doll, “Thomas Jinks...here to pick up crates from Seatronics,” one of the men looked down at a clipboard. “I’m supposed to see Abby Travis?”
Joe Hooker hit the bottom steps and approached, “Hey there, gentlemen, Ima Joe Hooker. Miss Travis is indisposed right now. Mebee I ken hep you?”
“Mr. Hooker,” the young man offered his hand. “Welcome to New Melbourne. I got a lotta customers waitin’ on those crates right over there,” he pointed toward the distinctive blue of the Seatronics cargo. “Here’s what they sent us from Persephone,” he said as the clipboard exchanged hands.
Joe eyeballed the two young men, sized them up in case they started anything. It was something he had grown accustomed to, unsure about someone, you never knew where a relationship would take you. He always wanted to be ready for anything.
Joe walked over to the side of the bay, a desk of sorts where some papers were maintained. He found the manifest complete with a bill of lading on the Seatroncs crates. Joe pulled them out and looked the papers over. He compared that with the papers on the clipboard, the boy named Tom Jinks handed him. “Could yous boys tell me your names?”
Tom stepped forward. “I’m Thomas Jinks. Clevis Jinks is my dad...you might have his name,” he offered. “He’s preppin’ our boat for the season start in a couple days. Sent me by to pick everything up. I got Ident,” the youngest Jinks fished in his pocket, “if you need.”
“Sho. Let me look,” Joe requested of the young man. “I do see Clevis on this here manifest.”
The young man nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. Dad runs the business…”
“...when he’s not out catchin’ his own haul,” Jerome quipped.
“Why he had four kids,” Tom chuckled. “Somebody’s gotta run the register….sorry,” he said to the deckhand. We good to load?”
“Yes suh,” Joe responded. “Jes sign this here,” Joe pointed to a line at the bottom of the shipping papers. “Fo’ our records.”
Tom accepted the clipboard and the offered pen. “Sure thing.” As he laid his signature and the date down, he offered, “hope you guys have a layover planned. This town lives for King Tuna season. There’s tons goin’ on...both on and off the water.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Joe smiled. “I do like me some fishin’. I may go out at some time while we’s here on New Melbourne. Ahm thinkin’ a doin’ some lake fishin’ tho. You all charter lake fishin’? Or jus the open sea?”
“I know some guys who run the lakes just north of town,” Jinks replied. “They’ll give you the choice of a boat charter with a guide who knows the good spots, or they’ll turn you loose with a skiff and fresh water tackle.” He pulled a business card, and set to scribbling information onto its’ back. “This guy...Aldrich? He’s sorta nuts, but if his charters can stand him they come home with plenty of fish.”
Jerome had gone back to the lorry. He returned, wheeling a pair of hand trucks. As the two men talked, he slipped the first crate onto his dolly and moved toward the company truck.
Joe, always aware of his surroundings, allowed a side glance at the young man wheeling the crates onto his vehicle. He didn’t want him taking one too many crates. He looked at the young man offering the card. “Thanks, Tom. I will look up...Aldrich then.” He looked at the card for a bit as if he could glean more information than what was printed upon it. “Does he rent fishin’ equipment too?”
“Wouldn’t know,” the younger man shook his head. “Tell you what, though. If you’re lookin’ to fish off a bridge or a pier, we got some small salt rigs that’ll work fine in fresh. Come on by an’ have a look. We’re on the foot of Palafox street, right at the docks.” He smiled. “I’ll cutcha a break on a couple rods for you an’ anybody else goin’ with you.”
“Sounds good, Tom,” Joe smiled at the young man. “You can call me Hook. That’s my nickname.”
“Nickname like that,” Tom chuckled, “gotta mean good luck with a fishin’ rod.”
Hook laughed at that comment.
“You should ask Tom his nickname!” Jerome volunteered as he scooped up another blue crate.
“I have no idea what he’s talking about,” Jinks grinned, “but I do know whose name is on your paycheck!” he shouted over his shoulder.
“Not yours!” came the reply.
“Guess that means I should show that guy I actually can do a little work,” he quipped.
“No worries, Tom,” Joe responded to the young man. “You and your friend, have a good day.”
With both hand trucks working, the two young men quickly had all of their cargo loaded. Soon, the loading tools joined the crates in the back as Tom and Jerome slipped the stakesides back into place. “We’re open at seven in the mornin’!’ Tom called out as he turned toward the cab. “See ya soon, HooK!”
“Take care, boys!” Joe Hooker waved as the two men drove away.
The truck pulled out, wheels cutting hard as it began the trip back to the Outfitters. ‘That Hook,” Jerome observed. “Nice guy. Gonna take care of him?”
“Sure,” Tom passed a nod. “We got the right rig for what he wants.”
“You’re sorta quiet all of a sudden.”
“Oh, nothin’,” he shrugged. “Just thinkin’ about what I have to do next.”
She hadn’t shown up. He hadn’t seen her. Guess I’m watching the docks for a day or two, Tom thought to himself.
...I'll ping you when I've got some time freed up!
Roger that. Would like to Collaborate with @sail3695regarding offloading the Seatronics crates with the guys in the pick up truck.
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I just like John Lennon
I am a fan of the Beatles and Paul McCartney. JL was a Communist. Communists are anti-religious. My wife is very Catholic. That song denies religion.
Feel the fire, he's entering the ring,
His mindset only knows how to win,
This Danish fighter will break you in two,
You will feel all his power!
The viking warrior Mikkel Kessler
Will now brand his name, in the back of your head, yeah
You feel the floor again, unleashing his hell
You will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance
Feel the power of a warrior! fight fight fight fight
Let's get ready to rumble! fight fight fight fight
Breaking your record and breaking your bones,
Born a warrior with a code,
A champion feeding your face with a fist,
You will feel all his power!
The viking warrior Mikkel Kessler
Will now brand his name, in the back of your head, yeah
You feel the floor again, unleashing his hell
You will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance
Feel the power of a warrior! fight fight fight fight
Let's get ready to rumble! fight fight fight fight
A gladiators left hand hook fight fight fight fight
Feel the pain of tomorrow!
Behold here comes the son,
Believe it, he was born to be the chosen one,
The call is for a warrior,
His name will echo on the sea and on the ground
Feel the fire, he's entering the ring,
His mindset only knows how to win,
This Danish fighter will break you in two,
You will feel all his power!
The viking warrior Mikkel Kessler
Will now brand his name, in the back of your head yeah
You feel the floor again, unleashing his hell
You will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand a chance
Feel the power of a warrior! fight fight fight fight
Let's get ready to rumble! fight fight fight fight
A gladiators left hand hook,
Feel the pain of tomorrow!
Behold here comes the son,
Believe it, he was born to be the chosen one,
The call is for a warrior,
His name will echo on the sea and on the ground
@HEAVY METAL my wife cannot stand that song.
There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody offered his word
Hey, hey
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey
Hey
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Well, uh, outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey
There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Business men, they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody offered his word
Hey, hey
No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey
Hey
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Well, uh, outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey
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