LeeRoy

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

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Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

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Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

@The Harbinger of Ferocity
@Hekazu
I figure I've already addressed that the issues with my character are an intentional downside that I've given to make the character more entertaining and have more room to grow and improve as the story progresses. I'll go ahead and transfer him over to the character's tab and begin, if that's of no major issue.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

@Hekazu
Every issue you stated, that's how he's connected to the plot. His source of ammunition has been cut off because of this guys disappearance. His source of drugs has been cut off. And his "divine crusade" is going to come to a screeching halt if he doesn't help figure out what's going on and find another source.

So now he must decide whether or not it's worth it to suffer the evil of existing in the society he deems so evil. Just to find a fox and source of ammunition, or find what happened to his old one.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

@The Harbinger of Ferocity@SleepingSilence@Hekazu
If my sheet gets viewed over, I can get right into the stink and get my hands dirty, basically immediately.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

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Post a random fact about yourself.

I lost my arm strength at the age of 16 because of torn muscles from helping a "friend" move out of his house. My biceps and triceps on both arms tore, my lateral on my right side tore as well. This crippled my career ideas of professional power-lifter and United States Marine. I later nearly lost my fingers on my left hand due to an incident with glass and permanently damaged the nerves in it. The right hand received nerve damage from a construction injury.

I lost the ability to draw, to lift, to even follow my dreams. Depression struck and I lashed out. This went on for years.

I attempted suicide twice, failed both times. The nerve damage in my hands that caused me to contemplate and inevitably attempt suicide is ironically what prevented me from succeeding. I couldn't cut deep enough through my skin to reach important veins and arteries. Invariably it made me happier and more content with life, knowing that I couldn't hurt myself was somehow comforting.

I came to accept that the world is still beautiful, even without what I had worked hard to achieve. I came to appreciate the little things much more. I still find it weird that, to this day, Tragedy is what made me appreciate Beauty.

Arena Chat Thread

How many of you fuckers are actually still posting, huh?

Is the Arena dead but for a scarce trickle of mediocrity and small fights?

The Return North, Beast King and Beast Queen meet once more.

@Rilla
We still doing this or do we call it a lost cause?

The Magician and the Boy with Ancient Power! (LeeRoy vs Red Magister)

@Red Magister
I'm gonna go ahead and count this as a forfeiture on your part.