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3 yrs ago
Current Do what I do and write two novels and then have like 4 people read them B)
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3 yrs ago
We've got a certified "Bozo Down" today
3 yrs ago
Also why's everyone getting so pressed about writing perspectives like dude just go write a book lol
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3 yrs ago
Might want to pick it back up before I put it in my wallet
3 yrs ago
40k fans are like the "Can he beat Goku" guys of Science Fiction
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Literally 1984 by Jorjor Well

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@LetMeDoStuff Been slacking a little bit even through all I need is the experimental gear. I've been considering that compressed-air thing you were talking about, but I'm not sure how to describe it.


I'll try to message you information about it when I can
@LetMeDoStuff Nice, thank you. I thought of him as a "Strafbat" type of character, since the MKVD is not really friendly towards anyone who comes from the other side of the front, be it friend or foe.
Do we have a specific order or shall I just jump in?


Just jump in, we're at the start of the Roleplay anyway
Alright, I am curious if you could make an exception for a defecting German? He is a little over the age limit^^



Eeeeeeeh, I guess we can have one over the age limit. We do have a German Defector already, but I like this.


@Conscripts

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Aleyev had already been given the details about the Squad itself, and most of the instructions were expected to take place. The young, tall man himself was the second very soul to be selected, or conscripted depending on what view you had, into the programme. A lot of the information had been given to him prior to the project's official launch, though the main details were kept short and many of them were told to him in strict confidentiality. He was not allowed to utter a single word of the Squad until its initial deployment into combat, at least to no one but other Russian comrades. He knew of the 'experimental gear' that was hinted, but not of them specifically. Aleyev also knew of the mission...

As he, like the others, was dismissed from their standing posts, they began to make their way over to the officers holding documents. He waited in a small line before hearing his name called, approaching the formally dressed man with a folder in his hands. When handed to it, Aleyev would look down upon it, staring at it briefly before tucking it underneath his arms. His uniform currently looked scruffy, but in a respectable way in saying he was a war veteran. At least a veteran for combat, not time. It was the very same uniform he wore to escape the city of the damned. But before his mind could dwell upon the being of his attire, a man approached him.

This new face was not much of a new face, if you account into the previous years. Well, new face for today, at least. He was quite well dressed, obviously showing signs of some experience to the very least. He spoke in a friendly manner, introducing himself and giving his own identity away. As soon as he finished, a smile crept up Aleyev's face. He chuckled aloud, patting him on the back as he gave a heavy welcome-hug.

"Aha! I thought I recognised you in the trucks!" He let him go, chuckling to himself as he held out a fingerless-gloved hand out. "Good to know your name finally. Aleyev Yanovich. It's good to see you too strode on through Kursk and still are coming back for more! You Vietnamese folk sure know how to put up a fight."

He patted his back, pointing towards some of the other soldiers talking amongst themselves. Aleyev guided the man's vision towards where his finger was pointing as it gracefully fell on each individual one by one, pointing out the differences in their appearances, but not through his words.

"All these people are here, they'll witness us and learn from us, am I right? So, what happened to you after Kursk? I was transferred in late 1946 to the 2nd Shock Army. I'm sure you are aware of the...events that happened in Leningrad." His voice drifted off slowly, as the thoughts and visions of Leningrad seemingly returned upon the mentioning of its name, like a deathly plague waiting to pounce upon everyone. But soon enough, his face seemed to regain consciousness as he smiled back at the friendly Vietnamese friend he had just made.
Once again, I'm falling behind in this RP over and over. I'm really hating my shitty contribution to all of this.
I'll hopefully be getting my post up later tonight
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Ich liebe dich.


No hablar bullshittio
@LordVoldemortNo you don't
God, I love Metal Gear...
I love how my group yells for Reese, Gabriel or Tanner, but not Grant.

And Olivia wonders why Grant is so upset.
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