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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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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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Word had made its way to the galley that Abby was out of surgery. Hook was curious to know how she was getting on. He let her sleep for a bit thinking she would need it. He didn’t know exactly what the doc had done to her, but worried nonetheless. AFter his chores were complete in the galley. The place was spic and span and everything had been put away, he headed down the steps to see ifhe could visit her.
Abby slept. Ever’ now an’ agin she’d open an eye at some sound or t’other. Usually, it’s the Doc, checkin’ in on her. Alana kept them lights down low, which come as a comfort.
Her mind, grogged out as it were, eventually come ‘round tah tha shootin’, All still seemed right strange tah her...nothin’ like what they showed on her cortex shows or books she’d read. She seen the gun...seen him wavin’ it. Only thing she really conjured was if’n she’da stayed down, ‘stead ‘o’ jumpin’ up when Ms. Baker...Marisol...pitched herself through tha bomb bay, she’d as like not be layin’ here with a bum fulla stitches an’ a bullet she’s keepin’.
Thing troubled her the most was that she wasn’t really troubled by it.
Sure’n there was luck wrote all over this. Bullet tah tha pi gu was scads better’n bein’ hit someplace else. All she conjured was bein’ knocked sideways afore the hornets set tah stingin’,
Joe Hooker made it to the infirmary and looked through the glass window. It appeared Abby was stirring. Even so, just in case she was sleeping, he slid the door open as quietly as he could, but then just before he entered the door, he wrapped his knuckles on the door and audibly spoke just above a whisper, “Knock knock.”
Just struck her weird. Mayhaps she’d feel different after a spell, when she’d had chance tah think on it. Come a knock on tha door frame, and a voice she knew. “Hook?” Abby rolled onto her left side, eyes playin’ toward her feet to get a look upon him. “Hook.” A sleep touched smile crossed her face. At sight of the cook, Abby lifted an arm, wavin’ him in fer a hug.
Joe smiled a white pearly smile through his full beard. He came inside and wrapped his arms around her. She was a very small young woman in his arms. Their embrace felt warm, then he backed off. “How ya doin? Miss Abby? I was all worried about you.” Joe was truly concerned about her welfare. He was happy to see her in good spirits. He wondered if she would be unconscious.
Her smile held at sight of the first friend she’d made on this crew. “Tolerable well,” the girl answered. “I’s jest thinkin’ if I’s gonna git shot, a shot in tha ass is ‘bout tha best place. Doc says I can roll outta here after a tad more rest.” Her smile faded a might. “Wanna say thank yew,” she offered. “We’s all drawin’ breath ‘cuz what yew an’ the Cap’n done.”
Joe did not want to comment on his part in that event. “Bah! I did nothin’,” Joe tried to silence it. He really felt uneasy about what he did. “I was shot once a long time ago. Doc took the bullet out like yours and ah mended up real quick. Sho the same fer yew too.” Joe smiled at Abby.
“The Captain and I are going to go fishin’ tonight. We are heading up to the lakes to get some Salmon. I’ll make sure to cook some up the next few days. I hope you enjoy seafood. I do and want to share some of the misses’ recipes. I have a book of recipes I copied from her’s years ago.”
”A missus,” she caught. “Hope I git tah meet yer missus someday,” Abby piped up. “If it’s her got yah so well heeled in tha galley, than we all owe her a debt. An’ yes,” her smile come back, “Ah love seafood. Only had it twice, but both times was memorable tah me. So…” she asked, “y’all fish at night? Ain’t never done it. Don’t ken the first thing on how it’s done proper.”
Joe let loose a boisterous laugh. With a wide toothy grin, “Tha missus was na mah wife, she was Missus McGinnis, the lady of the farm I grew up on. I loss mah parents before I had memory and the McGinnis family took me in. There was seven of us boys who lived on the farm with Mr. and Mrs. McGinnis, their son Walter and daughter Penelope. But yes, Mrs McGinnis taught me to cook. If she was around, I’m sure she would love to meet you.”
“Mrs. McGinnis was one of them sweet women who knew juss the right thing to say at juss the right time. She was a wonderful woman. I wanted to call her mom, but never did. It juss didn’t seem right. I would say, if anyone was created to be a mother, it was the missus. She was perfect at it. She had nine chillin’ to take care of and did a fine job of it.”
“Fishin’ at night is the same as fishin in the day. You juss do it in the dark.” Joe smiled at that, thinking it might sound a bit confusing.
She give a nod. “Been thinkin’ on tha fact there’s a whole ‘verse fulla what I ain’t never done. Growed up on another Firefly belonged tah my Uncle Bob an’ Aunt Lupe. Ma an’ Pa fought in tha war,” she explained. “I loved mah aunt an’ uncle, but these past few days I’m gettin’ a look at things need learnin’. Like fishin’,” she added. “Hope you’ll tell me all about it whan yah git back.”
“Will do.,” Hook responded to her query about the fishing. “Lots of good folk died in that terrible war. It took the missus and my brothers too. I don’ know what happened to Miss Penny or Mister Wally, but their folks didn’t make it outta that war.” Joe’s face went grim. He stared off into the distance thinking about the war. It seemed he couldn’t escape it. He tried the best he could to forget about it.
“If you go up into the galley later, there is some ice cream in the freezer. Go ahead and hep yerself to some if you like.” Hook offered the treat to her.
She seen the look. Weren’t much she claimed tah know ‘bout folk, but one thing she’d conjured right quick was the fact fer many talkin’ ‘bout that war was akin tah putin’ salt on a road rash. Best thing tah do was let tha moment pass right on by an’ wait fer somethin’ more agreeable tah come about. “Sounds nice,” Abby give her friend another smile. “I’m most like headed fer mah own bunk, but if I git hungry I’m sure doc would approve me doin’ some walkin’.”
“Ok, well you take care of yourself, Miss Abby. I need to take care of a few things before the Cap’n and I go fishin’,” Joe smiled at Abby. “Get some more rest.”
“I plan on bein’ good an’ hungry tomorrah,” she smiled warmly. “Y’all have fun.”
“Take care, Miss Abby,” Joe smiled, patted her shoulder and turned to leave the infirmary. He turned back at the door. “I’m happy to see you lookin’ better.”
“We got us a good doctor,” Abby replied as Joe excused himself. “Good people,” she conjured her fortune once again. “We got good people.”
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