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Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

So Boerd said
Drop-ship from where? Khanza wasn't even there yet. You just transported him through the dimensions without a portal.

My character dropped from space with two other Nas'Gadurans (who are technically described as being teleported down.) I'm fairly certain I stated somewhere they had come from a Corvette class ship.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

So Boerd said
Using OOC information IC. What you did was not meta-gaming, you are correct. Godmodding is the more appropriate phrase.

Or more precisely it was just plot convenience, because if I had a drop-ship come down what logical reason would they have not to blast the giant bear attacking their operatives with lazer fire? You weren't even around at this time.

I'm obviously a lot more polite than you.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

I don't -think- you actually understand what meta-gaming is. Then again, I don't think you understand what a lot of things mean.

Frankly, I'm perfectly happy if you go back to sulking in a corner though.

Daemon Web- NMV

Fury spat on the ground, feeling the energy signature of his opponent move and then fall further from his senses. He still had an uneasy feeling that the older warrior was still alive, the massive increase in power was enough to convince him of that possibility at any rate, but the Fireen was at least confident he had gained himself a significant respite.

His fist clamped down energy on a nearby structure of rock and he dragged it over to his position, melding it into a sort of throne facing the edge of the cliff. He sat down upon the petrified throne, waiting for Khazna to finish up his business so they could get off this wretched planet. His fingers drummed on the side of his chair, and he closed his eyes to better feel any residual energy around him. He needed some time to recharge.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

Skallagrim pretty much explicitly stated himself that ships were complete fluff only a short while into the OOC, I'm not entirely sure why Boerd's character was accepted at all considering it's his only way of fighting.

Regardless, if you want to retire your fucking character, retire it. Don't force some stupid-ass victory which quite obviously negates two months of posting of what Fury does using some borderline meta-gaming ballshit understand Boerd?

Chronicles Of Enduwin ~ Fantasy RP ~ Roleplay Thread

Norak found the journey to be relatively uneventful, though one of the group had gone missing on the hard march to Iron’s End.

Norak was surprised to find such a comparatively friendly reception from the town, though the reason for this apparent acceptance of the Orcish kind became quickly apparent on entering the boundaries and finding many of his people going to and fro. Those that spotted him were quick to grow surprised, even Orcs who had grasped relative civility such as their ilk could recognise a Black Orc, one of the oldest and fiercest of their kind. They usually made way for him, those that could stop staring in time to avoid his careful shoves anyhow. No offence was ever taken.

The Orc had business to attend to, so he was not unhappy when the Farrg gave them free-reign and then wandered off alone. He did not followed anyone in particular, so he found a place to eat and bought supplies with what little money he had from his last bounty.

The thought of bounties brought his mind back to the arrogant knight he had spoken with on the way here… and as if that very thought conjured him from nothingness the Orc spotted him ahead. His nose sniffed attentively, he smelled of blood.

The Orc gave him a knowing glare and walked past, though for certain he had no way to know for sure if he had in fact assaulted someone, there were plenty of other explanations after all. With his sack now heavy with supplies for their extended march coming up ahead, he knew he was pretty much done with everything in town. Deciding there was little else for it, he sought out a tavern for a room or a drink, and then decided against it and instead left through the main gate, hiking up into the hills and preparing to rest outside beneath the stars…

Daemon Web- NMV

Fury was walking towards the edge of the precipice by this point, his energy spear fully formed. It pulsated in his right hand, almost five feet in length. He looked down over the edge, spotting the massive energy signature barely moving down below, it had just about finished its work by this point.

“Fucker” Fury spat abusively, launching the spear straight down at his immobile foe, eager to score a finishing blow while he was barely able to move. It was aimed straight for his chest, angled downwards. Without seeing it coming Fury was fairly confident his foe was in for a world of pain very damn soon.

For good measure, Fury blasted the rock below him with energy and rocketed backwards; crashing through webs and landing on the petrified earth some distance behind as the side of the cliff pulled away and hurtled down into the chasm below, hopefully crushing his opponent while he was already wounded.

“Stay down this time Old Man.” Fury told the air, this time fairly certain there wasn’t going to be any more energy coming from down below.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

Gat said
Careful panda, our sheep are deadly, and who knows what the fallout did to make them worse.

We have problems with cows over 'ere.

Kill more bloody people than sharks they do.

-Definitely writing into Chris' backstory an encounter with wild Brahmin.

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Brovo said
Ahh, let me try to clarify further then.[Object] In front of [entity] means the object is ahead of the entity, in front of, directly before it.Ex: Sam is in front of Sarah, means that Sam is ahead of Sarah, in her forward facing view.The tower is in front of the APC, and is in its way. Ahead of it.

Alright, that clarifies it. The problem was probably still residing with not knowing exactly which way the APC was facing.

The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago

South West Chris
His eyes darted quickly left and right, the gun always facing a different direction to his head so as to maximise his reaction times. The fog was rather cloying, though with only fifty feet separating him and the APC he could clearly see, and hear, the wolves tearing apart the bonnet. He knew the fog was dangerous; he couldn’t afford to hang around in some long-ass firefight. More importantly, those wolves made him want to turn and run, which wasn’t a familiar feeling for a mercenary as hardened as him by war. Then, the crazy Australian did him the favour of alerting him to more of the wolves, and he turned around quickly to make sure he wasn’t being snuck up on.

Regardless, he swerved away from his position and further away from the wolves at the front, keeping his shotgun trained for the smooth-man with the chainsaw who had been hacking away at the backdoor only moments ago. If they were going to secure these VIP’s before-

Chris was suddenly taken aback by a reckless sprint executed by the music-blaring Mech driven by the insufferable Aussie. He could no longer hear particularly well, which was always nice to have when fighting in fucking fog. He swore under his breath and watched the flames roll out from the Mech’s weaponry, preparing to bathe their foes in fiery death. It was very nice and all, but Chris would have preferred it if he had moved –away- from the target with the squishy, valuable VIP’s within.

Daniel echoed these thoughts perfectly, and left Chris staring in bemusement at the irrational act that followed, even as he approached the APC at a far slower rate. Conceivably, he could protect the Mech from some foes should they dive towards it on this side of the APC, though he wasn’t particularly suited to the job with his shotgun.

“Let’s get the VIP’s and get the fuck out of dodge before these lunatics burn us to death.” Chris spat out quickly to Nathaniel, strafing as far from the flames as possible while making a beeline for the back of the APC. If anything didn’t have its attention on the mech clambering atop the APC and sending flame in every god damn direction it was a miracle, and Chris knew this as he skirted wide around the APC. With one quick look behind him, he dropped a hand to his left hip while his right arm strained to hold his shotgun ready to shoot anything which popped out behind the APC. Then, with the practiced ease of someone who trains with using weapons and equipment without looking, he popped out the flash bang and threw it up and over the APC, where it bounced down just on the other side.

He raised one hand towards Nathaniel to halt him, provided he had decided to join Chris in actually completing their objectives here. When the flashbang popped with the noise loud enough to be audible over the damn soundtrack blaring out of the mech, Chris could swing round about ten feet from the back of the APC (his mind still thinking back to that vicious looking chainsword) and prepare to put a whole lot of holes into the smooth man to secure the back for evacuation of the VIPs.