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Current "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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2 yrs ago
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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2 yrs ago
Oh sorry. I read the question wrong. 1's actually my social security number.
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The phallic stimulation toy of consequence rarely arrives pre-lubricated.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.




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@Hillan I know @Lord Wraith is a Ghost and all, but pretty sure he put @Wade Wilson in charge not you.


You've clearly not been to any of the meetings. I am the Usurper.

\S/

Character Name: Superman

Character Proposal: Fuck you.


Accepted.

Dude, Byrd could write "fuck you" in the concept box and you would accept it.


I'd like to see that put to the test.

Not because I doubt it, but because it'd be funny.

L O G A N

"I am the best there is at what I do."
J A M E S H O W L E T T A N C I E N T M A L E C H A O T I C G O O D

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

My goal is to play not only a much older, but, to some degree, a much more powerful Logan. Not just a mutant born a couple of centuries ago, but a man who's been part of every major conflict in man's history. A Personification of a warrior, in times of his life, blurring the lines between man and beast, as much of his life will have been spent in what can only be described as his legendary berserker rage. My goal is to tell different stories set through time where Logan partakes in one battle after another. At one point, he's a Legate in the roman army, fighting one tribe after the other, curbing them all under his blade, the next, he's a Templar fighting for the holy pope, in the next he's fighting for the south in the American civil war, a revolutionary in the French revolution and the one after that he's a masterless rounin at the end of the Edo-Period.

Writing stories around his desire for combat, testing not only his limits and abilities, but perhaps look to a cure for his anger, while also bringing up shades of my personal favorite versions of Logan. His representation in X-men Evolution, and Hugh Jackman's version will both be huge inspirations for me, which is how through all of the ordeals I have in mind for him, is where he'll end up.

Most stories set in the past will be tragic, I'll try and write as many human stories as beast stories, and to blur the line between the two, to explore the themes of, and ask the question 'is Logan really a man'. Due to the nature of my approach to Logan, he can partake in just about any storyline, he is effectively immortal, been alive longer than most, and I thus hope to do a lot of interaction with others, in any time period.

In the present, he'll be a lot less rage-based, I will go for stories where he pushes for some kind of higher-calling. Picking fights for moral reasons, not because he wants to shed blood.


N O T E S:


Born in ancient Greece, many of the epics written about legendary heroes like Achilles are based upon Logan. He fought against a thousand men in Troy, he was the only man inside of the Trojan horse, butchering everyone in his path till the Greeks could take the impenetrable city.

He is a mutant making him one of the first of his kind, yet, due to the time he's born, he's interacted with the Gods upon several occasions. Ares is one he's had many interactions with, his infinite rage and lust for battle always truly fascinated Ares, and he will on the regular bring on challenges for him, pitting him against his enemies or just for his own amusement.

His powers remain mostly the same to the regular canon, he heals, he's got superhuman senses, and expendable bone claws. My idea is that during the first world war, he got his metal skeleton, but we shall see how compatible that is with the overall world. What would truly be different about him from a combat perspective would be the degree of skill he'd hold, he would've fought, and killed just about every type of warrior mankind's ever produced.
I won't be accepting any sheets today, going to be taking the day off from reading/writing due to lack of sleep. Will resume GMing tomorrow.


Get rest, buddy.

@ Team Kaido

I've got stuff planned for the team, a real learning experience when they emerge from the bunker. I'll leave it up to you lot if you actually find the scroll inside of it, or if it's somewhere else.

And @Team Kishi, i'll post for The Second tomorrow, I only had the Kaido post in me right now, and I've got shit to do, so I can't crack one out tonight.


Uchiha Kaido


His team all had begun moving, soon they would arrive outside of the small fishing village. The Wild Pond village was bustling with life - life that all seemed to come to a halt as the four ninja made their way to it. People stopped everything they were doing to look at the four Konoha shinobi, marching through their town. Kaido had a smirk on his lips, it was impossible to tell if it was full of pride or malice. The small wooden huts with their straw roof stood several dozen in rows, almost indistinguishable from one another. Kaido made his way through the first pack of Huts, glancing at his surroundings, looking for even the smallest detail - anything out of the ordinary, in the corner of his eye, he found something. He looked back at his students - seeing that the villagers had all resumed their business now. "Stay out here. I'll be gone for five minutes, tops." Kaido said, as he opened the door to the small hut, inside, his students could catch a glance of a small figure sitting at a table, next to him were two burly guys armed to the teeth with swords and other weapons - Hired missing ninjas, they would be able to deduct.

Kaido emerged exactly five minutes later, carrying a dossier he had not had with him before. "The Konoha scroll has been taken into a undisclosed location within the forest, 16 clicks to the east from here. We will have to enter Kirigakure territory for that, and engaging enemy forces is guaranteed. The three of you must be sharp. Your objective is to watch my back. Each other', too, if you have the time." The Uchiha instructed, before darting off.

***

They made their way to the location of the bunker. "I'll stand guard. Breach the bunker and locate the scroll. Stealth is your friend." Kaido warned them. "Here are the blueprints of the bunker, it's a small one, and it's very secure, it won't be heavily guarded, but a rotating patrol will pass through at irregular intevalls, which is why I'll be out here. Do not disappoint the village. Move out." He informed them, handing all three of them a copy of the bunker's layout.

He watched as the three chunin headed into the bunker, and as the door shut behind them, he heard a rustling in the woods. That patrol seemed to have picked a terrible time to arrive.

L O G A N

"I am the best there is at what I do."
J A M E S H O W L E T T A N C I E N T M A L E C H A O T I C G O O D

C O N C E P T A B S T R A C T:

My goal is to play not only a much older, but, to some degree, a much more powerful Logan. Not just a mutant born a couple of centuries ago, but a man who's been part of every major conflict in man's history. A Personification of a warrior, in times of his life, blurring the lines between man and beast, as much of his life will have been spent in what can only be described as his legendary berserker rage. My goal is to tell different stories set through time where Logan partakes in one battle after another. At one point, he's a Legate in the roman army, fighting one tribe after the other, curbing them all under his blade, the next, he's a Templar fighting for the holy pope, in the next he's fighting for the south in the American civil war, a revolutionary in the French revolution and the one after that he's a masterless rounin at the end of the Edo-Period.

Writing stories around his desire for combat, testing not only his limits and abilities, but perhaps look to a cure for his anger, while also bringing up shades of my personal favorite versions of Logan. His representation in X-men Evolution, and Hugh Jackman's version will both be huge inspirations for me, which is how through all of the ordeals I have in mind for him, is where he'll end up.

Most stories set in the past will be tragic, I'll try and write as many human stories as beast stories, and to blur the line between the two, to explore the themes of, and ask the question 'is Logan really a man'. Due to the nature of my approach to Logan, he can partake in just about any storyline, he is effectively immortal, been alive longer than most, and I thus hope to do a lot of interaction with others, in any time period.

In the present, he'll be a lot less rage-based, I will go for stories where he pushes for some kind of higher-calling. Picking fights for moral reasons, not because he wants to shed blood.


N O T E S:


Born in ancient Greece, many of the epics written about legendary heroes like Achilles are based upon Logan. He fought against a thousand men in Troy, he was the only man inside of the Trojan horse, butchering everyone in his path till the Greeks could take the impenetrable city.

He is a mutant making him one of the first of his kind, yet, due to the time he's born, he's interacted with the Gods upon several occasions. Ares is one he's had many interactions with, his infinite rage and lust for battle always truly fascinated Ares, and he will on the regular bring on challenges for him, pitting him against his enemies or just for his own amusement.

His powers remain mostly the same to the regular canon, he heals, he's got superhuman senses, and expendable bone claws. My idea is that during the first world war, he got his metal skeleton, but we shall see how compatible that is with the overall world. What would truly be different about him from a combat perspective would be the degree of skill he'd hold, he would've fought, and killed just about every type of warrior mankind's ever produced.


If anyone gets some kind of urge to pick up characters akin to my Logan, (like Savage, or perhaps Hawkman / Hawkgirl), that'd be delightful, and I'd be more than willing to alter any of my details to fit that kind of story.

P R E S E N T - D I V I D E D W E F A L L




DEAD MAN'S WISH

March 10th, 2017 - 4:08 AM | RUSSIA


The roar of the crowd overshadowed everything else, the echo of their cheers bounced off of the concrete walls, far drowning out the sound of the rain pelting like bullets against the tin roof, some rain made it's way through the rough and fell on the well lit rundown boxing ring in the middle, the water began pooling in some of the dentures in the ring. In the middle of the ring stood the crimson clad hero, the rain pelted onto his head, bouncing off of the rim of the Gray trucker cap, he carried one quiver, hanging from his waist, six arrows in it. He held the his bow in his right hand, a bottle of beer in the left. In front of him stood two men bigger than himself, at least a foot taller than the former boy-archer and twice as wide.

Harper shrugged, taking another sip of his beer, as the crowd began shouting something in Russian, then chanting it. He assumed it meant something along the lines of 'Let's go' or 'Fight', as the two men in front of him advanced, moving towards him in a semi-circle. "Sure you really wanna do this, boys?" He asked, as the man on his right charged him, throwing out a right hook, Roy took a step backwards to dodge, a knee came his way, sending him into the steel net on the side of the cage. "I guess you do!" The man who kicked him shouted something in Russian to the other, whom then echoed it into the vastness of the arena, the crowd going bonkers.

Roy held his ribs with his right hand as the man on the right, catching sight of the spider-tattoo under his left eye as the light from the spotlights hit him just right, charged at him. Spider-Guy lifted his leg, about to pin Roy against the cage with a kick. Harper pushed himself to the side, rolling against the wall 180 degrees, using the momentum of his dodge to kick up, his leg colliding with the man's face, making Spider-Dude stumble backwards. The crowd letting out a "Ooooh"

Roy took another sip of his beer, before making a disgusted grimace. Russian beer was disgusting, even more so when it was room-temperature. It tasted like piss, and judging by this place.. Well, he thought it best not to think of anymore. Spider dude charged him again, Roy slapped him in the face with his bow, hunching down, he swooped his legs, only to look up to the other man - his short mohawk reminded Roy of a character from a video game he used to play as a kid. His train of thought was cut short by the Mohawk-Man's knee colliding with his face, knocking off his mask, sending him skidding on the floor. ".. Not the face, man." He cried, the bottle of beer rolling next to him, he crawled up, his cap falling off his head as he did. Mohawk-Bro was gonna crush him under his foot, but Roy shot back up onto his feet, grabbing the bottle on his way, smashing it against the man's skull glass shattered everywhere, while the man was dazed, the Red archer kicked him in the chest, making him stumble backwards, pulling two arrows on his bowstring, aiming the bow horizontally, squinting and sticking out his tongue slightly in the corner of his mouth. He let the arrows fly, whistling through the air before they piercing the man in one shoulder each, prompting the Russian fighter to cry out in pain.

Spider-Person looked at his ally being impaled with the arrows and laughed, shouting a few words - incomprehensible to Roy, and then attacked Roy, running at him, Roy was about to pull another arrow, when he was met with a headbutt, Roy stumbled backwards, when the man's follow up came, the righ thook was stopped by Roy's bow stabbing him in the chest. The Spider hunched over, holding his chest. "Yeah, well, that's what you get!" Roy taunted, wiping blood from his busted lip, taking his eyes off the man for a moment - long enough for him to produce a knife from his combat boot, the knife slashed Harper over the chest, Roy's eyes widened as he let out a cry of anger, punching the man in the face, giving some distance between the two, he pulled another arrow and fired it.

Missing, the arrow whizzed narrowly passed the Spider guy's face, gracing his cheek. The Russian touched his bleeding face and let out a laugh, twirling his knife in his hand. "Stand still! All three of you!" He shouted, drawing another arrow, this time, the Spider guy froze as the bowstring was released, missing him again, now the entire crowd was laughing at Roy's failure. Roy pulled his hat over his face, as if to hide his face.

A loud sound was heard from above, and soon a loud crash was heard on the arena, as the spotlight form above had fallen down on the man fighting the archer, knocking him out, severed by the two arrows. As only one of the three combatants still stood up, the crowd's laughter died out, leaving only dead silence. Great. They're gonna come shoot me now. He though, Mobster guys came up to the ring, opening the gate on the side, dragging the two knocked out fighters out of it. Another came towards Roy, whom had his hand on his quiver. The serious face of the mobster cracked into a smile as he patted Roy on the shoulder, before he began laughing, raising Roy's arm into the air in victory and the crowd began cheering.

"I need a drink.." Roy mumbled as he smirked, holding his bow over his head.
@Hillan I suppose accepted :p


I suppose I accept that you accepted it.

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