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6 mos ago
Current Just finished Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid. It's always such a bittersweet feeling to finish a show, more so a good one.
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6 mos ago
Welp, it's my 20th Birthday. Starting the day properly with a stupidly big bowl of cereal and latter there shall be porkchops!
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6 mos ago
Decided to buy PUBG. First game I got two kills and was in the top ten. All the while fighting lag, so ha! Should make sure to solve my lag issues before playing again though.
7 mos ago
What do you know, pickles jars are really hard to open. Needed to actually stab the bloody jar with a lid until it gave, damnable thing. On the plus hands, the sweet pickles are mind.
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7 mos ago
Starting a magical school slice of life RP, if any of you are into that sort of thing. roleplayerguild.com/topics/…

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Sudden question comes to mind, do these tiny people need to eat? Do hobby stores sell tiny rations for the tiny people? Can one make a pot of soup and feed their entire tiny legion? Also, do these tiny people need to sleep? Would one need to build a tiny barracks in their closet to house their tiny army?
I realize that just calling them tiny people may actually be insulting, my pardon I just rather fancy the term tiny people to describe these inch tall living human-like entities. If one wishes I'll stop calling them tiny people and just call them MockZ.
I'm thinking about all this, I'm dedicating some time right now to consider army makeup, and doctrines, and I am suddenly very hyped. But what kind of force should I throw together? They will be dressed up as Boros soldiers from MTG, so heavy infantry, perhaps with plenty of airdrops and what-not might work, but I love the orchestra of a dozen or more artillery pieces playing in tandem, I enjoy playing like an Imperial Fist and just turtling to victory, but the Legion doesn't work that way hmm... If nobody else has any such intent, methinks I'll put together a force consisting nearly entirely of artillery, HMGs, and engineers. Hmm...
So I've a few questions regarding the setting if you don't mind. The first will be regarding the customization of the soldiers. These troops can be made to look wildly different while still having the same 'stats', but my question is to how different? For instance, could one tailor their militia unit to look like a horde of small arms totting zombies? Or goblins? Or constructs made of sand? Or are they restricted to being human in appearance? I also feel I must inquire towards replacing these tiny living miniatures. Normally these things are made of plastic and metal and what-not, and when defeated are moved off the board with ease, but these are tiny living people, being shot at by other tiny living people, logically if they go down and don't receive aid they die, so what happens when a unit goes down? Do they respawn after the battle? Do you have to pop by the local nerd store to buy a new unit?
While I am on the subject of tiny living people, they are ageless tiny soldiers with intelligence and what-not, so can they learn? Can they gain their own personality, become better at combat, learn tactics, or even just how to cook? Do they come out of the box with installed personalities and skill sets that are incapable of being altered? Can they make friends with other tiny soldiers, or with their owner?

Those are the main questions that come to mind, my pardon for the small wall of text but even if the setting doesn't need to make sense I feel like these questions would be helpful to address, though of course I could be wrong.
I can't deny interest, but at the same time I'm already GMing a RP of my own and am not very good at dividing my attention. Hmm... I suppose this is a matter I must think on, even if I don't partake I'd enjoy crafting a division for the sake of it so I'll keep my eye on this.
As of this writing we have ten active, accepted players with a few more on the way. There are nation sheets for reference, and my personal method of deal with the character limit is to write my posts in a google doc, then copy paste singular paragraphs, posting each one on it's own in quick succession. I'm sure there are other methods as well but that is the one I use.
Hello there, how is your day going? Assuming you haven't answered with 'terrible' than that is good to hear, but now that the pleasantries are out of the way I suppose I need tell you about this roleplay I'm hosting.

As the name implies, Raiuum is a nation roleplay. As the name also states it will be taking place over Discord. This will be a fairly relaxed and slow nation RP, with things being only as complex as detailed as you fine lot decide it to be.

Anyways, I should say something of the plot shouldn't I. Setting rather, of course most of the plot is on the shoulder's of you fine folk, but digressing aside.
In the land of Raiuum many nations exist. They are of all races, mindsets, and ideologies. However one thing binds most of them, and that is the conflict between the Empire and the Brotherhood.
Nearly all the land's nations claim allegiance to one of the two large states and while the last decade has been a time of peace, conflict is on the horizon.



Those were written by my second in command in case you were curious. Anyways, what else do I need to say at this point? No, seriously, what do I say now? Eh it hardly matters, I'm sure you've enough information to decide to pop your head in or not at the least. If you've any questions I'd be willing to answer them of course, either here or in the discord itself.

Oh, and I suppose you'll all need a link to the discord server as well, I nearly forgot. discord.gg/sbetFmZ There you go, that should get you in. Now then, I hope to see you there, or failing that, I hope for you a good day at the very least.
Hello there, how is your day going? Assuming you haven't answered with 'terrible' than that is good to hear, but now that the pleasantries are out of the way I suppose I need tell you about this roleplay I'm hosting.

As the name implies, Raiuum is a nation roleplay. As the name also states it will be taking place over Discord. This will be a fairly relaxed and slow nation RP, with things being only as complex as detailed as you fine lot decide it to be.

Anyways, I should say something of the plot shouldn't I. Setting rather, of course most of the plot is on the shoulder's of you fine folk, but digressing aside.
In the land of Raiuum many nations exist. They are of all races, mindsets, and ideologies. However one thing binds most of them, and that is the conflict between the Empire and the Brotherhood.
Nearly all the land's nations claim allegiance to one of the two large states and while the last decade has been a time of peace, conflict is on the horizon.



Those were written by my second in command in case you were curious. Anyways, what else do I need to say at this point? No, seriously, what do I say now? Eh it hardly matters, I'm sure you've enough information to decide to pop your head in or not at the least. If you've any questions I'd be willing to answer them of course, either here or in the discord itself.

Oh, and I suppose you'll all need a link to the discord server as well, I nearly forgot. discord.gg/sbetFmZ There you go, that should get you in. Now then, I hope to see you there, or failing that, I hope for you a good day at the very least.
Man, the number of OOC posts and IC posts is the same number, and now I'm going to ruin that harmony. Oh well, such is life. Anyways, I can't say I really have overmuch time to invest in this RP right now, so as much as it pains me I'm going to have to back out right now. I have no idea if I'll have time in the future or not, so I would prefer if Greggory was shoved into a corner away from the plot, but regardless. My pardon for any and all inconvenience this causes.
Methinks that a fairly decent power play myself. I hope the quality is good enough for the end of Kragot Metal-Jaw.
Big Mech Garocks




Garocks had been staring lovingly at his assorted scrap and junk for a few moments before he realized that the best thing about his junk was doing stuff with it. He took a few strides over to his stool and sat down. It was a rusty old seat, welded onto the floor so as to keep it secure during motion, though if struck too hard the rust addled metal might just snap regardless. The top of the stool housed a thin, tattered cushion of leather make which at one point must have been red, though time had worn the color down to a near white.
Garocks picked up one of the various bits of scrap from the table. It was several random chunks of metal welded together, with a hand crank jutting out the side. While Garocks had no idea what it was, he looked forward to finding out as he grabbed more metal fragments and his welding torch. The mech had scarcely turned on his welding torch and lowered his goggles however before he heard a cataclysmic noise, akin to the fist of Mork himself crashing into some gits face, and then the entire workshop was shaking. Gids was howling in fear as he ran past Garocks, the little whelp rushing into the bowels of Da Fortezz. Clearly something was wrong. As Garocks chucked the pile of scrap into a nearby drawer and shut off the welding equipment he stood and opened the door leading to his balcony. Staring out over the camp the problem at hand was made apparent.

Garocks watched as space debris plummeted from orbit and devastated the not even finished being built orkish stronghold. Mouth agape the mech looked up to see a white hot piece of metal flying straight towards Da Fortrezz. The ork threw himself back and slammed shut the heavy metal door before the orbital junk made impact with Da Fortrezz. The collision shook the great war beast, and Garocks was instantly grabbing what tools he could as he rushed to the lower level. Falling down into the hold Garocks turned and threw open a hatch as he charged into the engine block. It most certainly didn't look good. For starters it was far brighter than it ought to have been, a case of the brand new hole in the hull. The piece of metal that bore that hole was lodged deeply into the engine, having carved through the engine upon impact. Garocks growled and huffed, in this state Da Fortrezz wasn't going anywhere! That's when Garocks spotted movement in the shadows, and the telltale beady little eyes... "Gids you git, stay 'ere and keep track of any more damages, I'm gettin' out of 'ere!"The gretchen piped in, "But what if I get 'it?" To which the big mech assured him, "You won't. If squeaks dies you'll be paying for it!" Garocks shouts as he hurries out of the engine room and then out of Da Fortrezz altogether.

Garocks stood outside in the face of the mayhem. It was total chaos, and not in the fashion that orks like! Raining scrap threatened to at any moment end a life, or destroy a building, and the ground was constantly shaking with the force of the repeated impacts. Somethin' happenin' up there dat's for sure. Garocks thought to himself as he rushed over to a nearby project of one of the lesser mechs who like to camp around Da Fortrezz. It was a piece of junk, even by ork standards, but as Garocks hopped into the driver seat of the warbuggy he had to admit, it was better than nothing. Slamming his foot down onto all the pedals Garocks and his buggy began zooming off.

That's when he heard it, an explosion. But not just that. It was an explosion, and then an impact, not the other way around like it tended to be. Turning the wheel the buggy made a turn far harder than the poor pile of scrap was capable of and soon the entire thing was on it's side, with Garocks pulling himself out of the smoking wreck. Jogging over to where he heard the explosion he saw the warboss himself, crushed under some rubble. "Garock! Get dis piece o' scrap of me! Whats ya' waitin' on?! Da' grass ta' grow?!" The big mech stared down at the pinned boss. And he realized, they were alone, and the boss was trapped. A twisted smile graced Garock's face as he stared down at the warboss. Kragots realized far too late what was happening when Garocks pulled out his twin linked shoota and leveled it on Kragot's face, and then held down the trigger. Blasting the ork warboss' face into the ground, and turning it into a sick paste of green and red, Garocks admired his work for only a moment before he started running.

Most of the other orks, if they were smart, would be fleeing towards the caves. A number of cave systems crisscrossed the area, and while many of them held molten lava within a few were cool enough to allow the orks to access them, though they had yet to be put to any real purpose yet. Running along Garocks was fortunate enough to spot one of the weaker nobs limping along, his leg filled with shrapnel. "Oi!" Garocks shouted over to the nob, who turned to look. Before he could utter anything though the mech opened fire on him, blasting the unsuspecting nob to the ground. Garocks then started dragging the corpse behind with him stating, "You been sentenced to execution for da crime of killing the warboss, you useless git."

Coming up onto one of the entrances to the caves and a group of orks who were hiding from the metal rain under the cover of the volcanic stone Garocks threw the body at them shouting, "Kragot is dead! And dis git is the one who did it!" Not giving the boyz time to respond Garocks bellowed, "And since I'm the biggest one here and am da one who killed da traitor I'm in charge, you gitz have any complaints about dat?" Once this small group of boyz were on side it would not take Garocks long to bring the rest of the WAAAGH under his banner, though that would have to wait until the rain let up.

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