NecroKnight

War Never Changes

@VATROU

Alright. What is the code for the Discord, if I may ask?

War Never Changes

@VATROU

Hmm. I wanna ask, if I might be able to use a char from the DLC? As one of the leaders of my nation?

War Never Changes

@Fisheye

Hi there. Is there any chance of joining your RP?

The American Spring: An Alternate Present RP

January 1, 2018

New Texas Republic, Handy Jim' Barbershop

Richard Buchard, watched the local television - hanging from the ceiling of the modest barbershop. Currently getting a shave, from the old barber. He had visited this place for forty years now - ever since his own father, took him to get a haircut when he was barely twelve years old. The old barber, called Handy Jim or rather Handy Old Jim nowadays, he had been working here for the past forty years - despite his old age, his hands were still as steady as the first day he had gotten a haircut. While much had changed, President Buchard always had a knack for loving the common things in life. Not all old things, should be thrown away for shiny, untested ones - plus, it was hard to find a decent barber - who wasn't a freshman or simply doing it without any prior experience.

"All don' ye'sir," replied Old Jim, finishing up and handing Richard Buchard a wet towel to clean off his face.

"Most thanks. I had needed that, for some time now," replied Buchard, standing up and adjusting his suit. He had been too busy, keeping Texas alive - that he had neglected the basic hygiene procedures. But now he had time, in the first time since the Washington Riot - to get a clean shave. He paid the barber, more than was needed - but it was customary now, for anybody to help everyone. A decent job kept one going, better than any social program. "Take care of yourself, and see you next month."

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New Texas Republic, Interrogation Room C9

President Buchard didn't flinch, when the first strike was delivered. An hour after his visit to the barber, he was back in business. Namely having the host of 'Free American Radio' - currently being interrogated by Operatives from Task Force Gamma. When America had collapsed into civil war - many soldiers in the various military bases in Texas were suddenly stranded and without a command structure to give them orders. Most of them had taken, what they were allowed and headed out into the other States to search for their families. The rest chose to stay - either having family here or no-where else to go. The average ones were folded into the New Texas Army - while the elite soldiers were moved into Task Force Gamma; namely meant to deal with the more 'subversive', 'communistic' and 'domestic terrorist' elements.

A second punch soon hit the 'anarchist' in the gut, as Buchard soon contacted them via comm. "That is enough for now. Please leave the room," he spoke - the masked SpecOps soldier, soon leaving the room. Leaving Michael Faraday, host of Free American Radio, with a busted face, a bloody lip and a broken jaw - in the barely lit room. "I am not going to ask you again - tell me the names of your conspirators and your socialist leaders."

The man in question, was in his late 20s - a college drop-out, whom like many other young people had taken to the social media sites and 'fought' against the Government. When the collapse happened - well, many suddenly went into shock. It was always easy to complian about a system, when it worked and you were living in it. Many of his friends liked to comment on the corrupt system, it's archaic laws and bigoted nature. Their tones changed - when the basic element of food, shelther and security had been threatened. Many of the 'rebels' had turned around completely in their beliefs - many of them, whom once had called their 'parents' old-fashioned and short-sighted had returned and submitted completely to the 'Old Ways'.

Nobody questioned or argued against the ideal - that the leftist ideals were cancerous, that the many 'civil right groups' had been domestic terror groups. They were afraid - namely on one hand, most of the more vocal and direct protest movements, during the first weeks after the 'Washington Riots' had disappeared and had been broken up. People dressed in black military uniforms, without any identification tags had rounded up many of the leadership and the vocal ones. No trial, no mention, no reason - just taken and gone. The other reason was - the outside was even worse. The local news was speaking on how, some parts of America had descended to gang rule, some lacked basic water - some unknown part had even a reactor leak and was a radiated zone.

He had been the 'ideal' type - he couldn't just keep quiet and continued demonizing the New Texas Republic, as anti-American - via his jacked-up dish and makeshift radio. He had gotten a visit, by some men in black uniforms, wearing sunglasses - handing him an order of 'cease and desist' signed by the local Judge. Several of his friends had distanced himself from him - unwilling to associate with him. One had even accused him of being a 'communist symphatizers' who wanted to destroy her way of life. He had pushed on, sure of his ideas - until one night, his house was raided. He had been bound, drugged and dragged away - having awoken to getting a beating from a grunt in a black uniform.

Buchard humped at the man' silence - speaking again into the intercom. "Let me remind you this. You are not entitled to anything - no legal protection, no civil rights, no political protection. If you choose to work against the State, that has provided you shelther and security - then your an enemy of state and any of your Citizen' Rights are forfeit. Your kind can no longer hide behind the law. Cause it doesn't exist for your type. Now then, can we talk like civilized people? Or would you prefer the label 'domestic terrorist'?"

The American Spring: An Alternate Present RP

@Dinh AaronMk@Keyguyperson@Dinh AaronMk

I had been collabing with LordZell - but he seemed to have been gone for some time now.

I guess I will rewrite a post without him.

Fallout New Vegas: Points of Divergence [Reboot]

@Letter Bee

Well, my perception is 9. But Jean @Double is watching from over a hill. So I assume, she can't attack my char either. So my char hasn't spotted her yet - but might.

Fallout New Vegas: Points of Divergence [Reboot]

@Letter Bee

So...anything happening?

Fallout New Vegas: Points of Divergence [Reboot]

@Double

The Ranger in question didn't seem to need much aid - as when the woman in question moved to reload her weapon and get attacked by a ghoul. The woman in question soon struck the ghoul in its sternum from a weird angle - making the ghoul tumble over without much effort.

As she soon reloaded her revolver and soon unleashed several headshots, making the skulls of the ghouls explode and shower the area in decayed brain matter and flesh. She was fast on her feet, and her aim and senses seemed to be more primed than most Rangers - the NCR had. She easily eliminated the ghouls close to her and the others - that started to appear from the sandy landscape.

Eventually it ended with thirty-six ghouls dead, and not a single scratch on the Ranger in question - all of them killed by headshots at that. Whomever the Ranger-girl was - she seemed to be very apt and very, very good with her revolver. If Jean decided to run, leave, approach or attack her - then she most likely would need to watch her right hand, that seemed to possess a literal enemy-scanner and hit anything with pin-point accuracy.

Fallout New Vegas: Points of Divergence [Reboot]

@Letter Bee

I am waiting for reply.

Fallout New Vegas: Points of Divergence [Reboot]

@Letter Bee@Double

Jessica, after the quick talk and communication that had been exchanged - soon headed over to her location near Novac. It was a death-sentence for any Legionnaire within a two mile radius - namely cause the sniper the NCR had perched in the town, could easily catch any of them coming from any direction.

Her on the other hand, had an easier time going around the problem. As she wore her ranger armor and used a brown colored scarf to mask her mouth and nose from the dust and sand. As she started picking off the ghouls one by one, mostly dealing with headshots. No need or use to waste ammunition, trying to pull of other shots - as ghouls were already tough and skinny, on one end. So it was best to just get it over with them.

As anybody whom was watching Virgo - in action, they could see her, get corned by three ghouls at once. Only for the woman to pull three hips shots with relative ease, within three seconds and pull the three ghouls down easily. All of them shot through the head. "Easy," she groaned in reply, spinning her revolver on her finger - before holstering it and looking at her handiwork. Then at Novac...the Legion had asked to gather information, and getting hard-data on Novac, would provide her a good amount of caps and prestige.