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Current I really need to get to it and update my guild profile.
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6 days ago
Happy Hump Day! I mean Valentine's Day!
6 days ago
Ah yes, Valentine's. The day of thirst.
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8 days ago
Not everyone can get that though #dietzoned


POOHEAD189'S Intro

Hi, my name's Poohead, or Poo. Call me either. If they really make you uncomfortable, I'm Ben. I'm a 26 year old guy of mixed race, living in Birmingham, Alabama. Thanks for visiting my page. A few things that you might want to know about me...let's see...
I'm an idealist and a nerd. I have a lot of interests and love all kinds of media. I'm a big fan of Fantasy, but I'm always up for some Sci Fi as well, as well as anything that isn't just slice of life like Hero RP's or horror or survival.
I try my absolute best to do the right thing whenever I can, and to be kind. So if you ever feel like I said something hurtful, it's almost an utter certainty that I was joking/messing with you because I can be a bit silly sometimes. Despite that, and my easy going nature, I take my life and what I do (and don't do) extremely seriously. Please let me know if I'm ever in the wrong at any point and I'll do my best to make amends and will certainly apologize.
I love reading, writing, so of course I'm always here to look for new RPs. I work at Fedex as a courier as of now, but in truth I think of my real career as a combination of being a writer and martial artist. If you ever feel curious on anything, don't hesitate to PM me. On the off chance that I can't help you or don't have time to RP, and the even smaller chance that I can't get my creative thoughts flowing, hey, at least I made a friend. Thank you so much for reading this! You honor me.

Why the Username?

When I was 5, I was playing Mario Kart on the super nintendo, and I needed a 3 letter word to save my game. I chose poo instead of Ben because it was funny and silly, and I'm often silly in a joking way. So...I never threw it away tbh. I could never find something else that spoke to me more. It went from poo to POOHEAD when I started making usernames on the computer when I was 12 (still use poo189 for console gaming), and I added the 189 because I was young enough not to know people used birthdays for their numbers, so I made up a random number and have been using that one for 13 years. To be honest, I have a lot of interests and I take who I am very seriously, like it says above. So why the poo? Because I could never really find something that I felt could describe me in a way that I would want. I mean I love a ton of stuff, and identify with some things more than others, but it'd be like choosing favorite kids. So I stuck with my username that I've been using for 20 years.


I am...too big of a nerd. I've dabbled and delved into a lot of unnecessary lore in a lot of series. Here's a list of a few (and also general things I am interested in)
  • LOTR
  • Dragon Age
  • Forgotten Realms
  • Star Wars
  • Mass Effect
  • Halo
  • Warhammer
  • Warhammer 40k
  • Warcraft
  • Shannara series
  • Dragonball Z (hell yeah)
  • Various action Anime
  • Shit ton of movies. I love Historical, War, Comedy, Action, Drama, and Cultural Films.
  • So many games (love them all except sports/dating games. Big fan of strategy, RPG, Shooter, Action, etc.)
  • So many books (sooooooooo many books)
  • I love all kinds of music. I'm a big fan of Rock (Alternative Rock, Classic Rock, Grunge, Post-Grunge, Nu metal, Hard Rock especially. Favorite artist is Billy Joel though, for his variety, even if I'm into hard stuff like Disturbed and Seether and Foo Fighters and TDG and BB.)
  • This is here for all of the other stuff I didn't mention because it'd take way too long.

Also, if you want to see my face, click here

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Junebug would hear Taya gasp in terror from the other side of the mic even as she felt the recoil of the shot that killed Wetumpkah. A hush fell over the crowd as they bowed, and though a few of them gazed upwards, many were too horror stricken from the explosions and the 'godly' power to dare move their heads. Wetumpkah hit the ground with a hard, wet slap. Dead.

Time seemed to slow for Neil as he saw the jerk of Quetzalli's body and her scream as she fell, the axe stuck in her abdomen. He suddenly felt a pain he'd not felt for many years coursing through his body. His head burning, his chest following suit accompanied with a tightened feeling. His muscles felt too weak to move, and his triumphant face was stricken with a numb horror as he watched. It was only on instinct that he moved, leaping down to catch her before she hit any hard stone.

The pilot with the ever grinning face who'd laugh before leaping into danger had disappeared. His mind went far back to Fortus during that faithful evening when the love of his life had been killed. Flashes of her pretty face and her workman's cap appeared before his very eyes. Her boyish attitude coupled with her girlish charm. A wrench in her hand and a strength to her character, before she would stick her tongue out his way in a teasing manner. He remembered their first kiss, and when he had fallen in love. He wanted to relive those.

Not a death. Not again.

He'd been too busy to entertain and understand how fond he was of Quetzalli, but even if that were not the case she had stuck by him and believed in him. What's more, if it wasn't for the color of her skin and hair, she almost looked like...her.

"No," he breathed, letting her lie on his lip and brushing some of her hair out of her face. "No, no no, come on. Don't you fuckin..." His breathing was as shallow as his hopes, and a chill ran up his spine as he looked down at where the axe was. The haft and axe blade were heavy, and he wished he could have removed it but it wasn't safe to.

"Hi-lo." She said softly, shuddering from the pain and reaching up to touch Neil's cheek, her eyes half closed. He wanted to talk to her and comfort her, but he was too busy checking the axe wound. A small glimmer of hope began to appear after he looked. The blade was embedded in her stomach, but not in a vital way. Thank God she had been wearing some of Sayeeda's armored clothes. If she didn't lose too much blood he could save her. "Sssshhh don't talk alright?" he said, cupping her cheek. "You insane woman."

"You saved my life," she said slowly, finding the words. "I saved yours."

He opened his comm to Junebug. "She's bleeding out. If we don't get her back to the ship soon..." Neil began, but he couldn't quite finish the rest in front of her. Instead he turned to the only Shaman still alive. "You! New Shaman!" He yelled, before he realized he was speaking Imperial and then repeated it in Zil, causing the Shaman to look up in awe and reverence. "You have blessing if you save her life!"
Neil had gone around to the east as instructed, somewhat giddy and excited that he got to handle explosives. He hadn't had the opportunity to blow something up in ages, and judging by how he believed the crowd would react it was a foregone conclusion that he would have to pull the trigger. A part of him felt somewhat sad that he was literally about to decimate what he guessed was a structure of cultural and religious significance, but he saw no other way and primed all the charges, making it back in time.

Neil saluted Junebug. "You too Captain." He said, and then pulled Quetzalli along with him once he had the trigger in hand. The native woman guided him to the opposite ziggurat. A smaller one, but still tall enough to be seen and heard with plenty of torches around. Thankfully Neil was used to moving without being seen, and Zalli could move nearly as stealthily. He'd need to ask later if she had been anything else but a servant girl. She didn't seem combat capable, but she knew how to move through the woods and knew the city well enough.

Down below, Neil saw Wetumpkah standing next to a larger Shaman, crying to the heavens and chanting. He held a stick in his hand that jittered with hollow noise as he shook it. Neil glanced to Zalli, who translated. "He say that you and the other star people are false gods." She said, waiting a moment as he continued to speak before she translated further. "Demons in starman form sent to trick us and turn the people against one another."

"Kind of ironic we're neither." He mouthed low enough to not be heard. He didn't exactly know what Quetzalli believed as of yet and now was not the time to have her question her world view. He cleared his throat, and leaped up onto one of the taller carved seats. "Hey!" he screamed, his voice cutting through the small river valley like a knife. He repeated it again, louder this time. At first only a few looked his way, as well as the lazy guards at post. But his second cry grabbed everyone's attention, and he could see Wetumpkah frantically pointing at him and calling for his head.

"He said-"

"Yeah I understood that much" He whispered, before standing tall and holding up his arms, trying to appear powerful. "Your behavior has angered us!" Neil cried out in what he hoped was coherent Zil. Zalli stood by him, though a step down and behind so as not to draw too much attention to herself. His words brought cries of protest and awe, so he continued. "In punishment, you are to follow our words, or see your village destroyed!"

A few of the villagers shrank back, though Wetumpkah laughed acidly. The aged shaman replied. "You have no power here. Your head will be my drink cup! Quetzalli shall be mine once more."

"Seize him!" Neil called. "Seize him or be damned!" The word for damned was judged, but he believed it worked in this situation. When the villagers looked uneasy, Neil called for obedience again. Seconds passed, and the pilot picked up a torch and tossed it down the stairs, chanting with what Zil he knew 'judged!' And he pressed the button behind his back.

A sudden earth shattering crack shook the valley in a rumble as fire and force beyond any the villagers had ever seen ripped into the lower base section of the ziggurat. The ancient structure swayed, and then its top plummeted inward as the structure fell into itself, toppling as stone cracked and roared across the plaza. Women screamed and men cried for mercy as it fell, and even a few guards were killed from the debris. Even Quetzalli gasped and gripped Neil's pant leg for comfort.
@Penny Only the breaching of the Centi Confederation peace accords! *slams fist on table*

Maybe we should go the other direction and consider the ramifications of the Tau Ceti situation?

You jest now but if the system doesn't get their insurgents under control they'll devolve into a 3rd war of succession.
Let's, uh.... let's not personalize this whole thing any more than we've already done, yeah? Anyone got some politics going on? Politics, anyone?

Does it have to be current politics?
The explosion of heat from behind caused the charging men to halt for a moment, Bardeck having narrowly blocked a sword swing with his shield before he too looked past them. In a split second, the battleground was now an even playing field, though until Ferthyr made it to him, it was still two men versus one. And these men were competent swordsmen with well made armor. The Northman suddenly found him nearly being overwhelmed by a flurry of attacks from both sides as the soldiers moved in concert with their blades.

It was only by instinct that Bardeck managed to survive, blocking one swinging blade with a similar axe swing while thrusting his shield out to keep the other man at bay.

"You'll never get out of this bandit!" One of the men growled and stabbed at Bardeck's legs. "I'm not bandit!" He cried back, shield rushing him suddenly. He left his back exposed, but if he moved too quickly to be hit then it wouldn't matter, and he crashed into the man as his leg was cut, bowling him over with his great girth. If Ferthyr could get there in time, there would be a man attempting to make it over to his fellow and stab Bardeck into the back.
Yeah Andrew was not being butthurt. Plus I'm still of the idea that uh, you cannot kick people out of the thread lol.
Drimbold had placed a few of the shoddy manling coins upon the counter and had waited expectantly for the ale, until this manling had offered something else that had piqued his interest. Furrowing his brow, he stared at him with a curious disbelief. "Zhufbar Ale?" he declared allowed. "How'd you get that?" The question hung in the air, but in the end he knew it did not matter. By Gungni, he just needed a drink. It wasn't like the manling had claimed he had read any of the sacred texts of Valya!

"Aye, Zhufbar Ale it is. And keep that coming!" He cried, shoving some more of the manling coins his way. If he didn't accept the payment, Drimbold had some extra Dwarfish gold in his pack. But he'd not give that to any but of the Elder in any but the most dire circumstances.

As he waited for his drink, he glanced out into the room. Oddly enough, it was a diverse crowd of manlings and even other Dawi. A beardling and a slayer (who looked like a beardling himself) had just greeted one another. They looked like they hadn't even been on a dozen campaigns against Grobi! It was the fifteenth campaign when a Dwarf got a beard on his chest! Still, he heard Vargni's comment about the Elgi and it brought an obnoxious, roaring laugh from Drimbold's lips.

His mirth only died down when the riflemen sitting next to him paid him a greetings, to which he shot him a guarded and uninterested look. Luckily, the Ale had slid into his ham sized fist and the good Dwarfish alcohol improved his mood to where he would at least speak. After taking a long swig, he set the mug down and wiped his mouth with his forearm. "I don't pay men to fight fer me. I do me own fighting, manling." He saw the longrifle the hochlander wore. If nothing else, he respected the weapon. Might not be as good as a Dwarfish handgun, but it was good work for a man engineer.

@POOHEAD189 Lol all good saw ya lurking and thought i'd say hi if your interested in joining feel free to join or ask questions. :)

Got a fair bit on my plate but I'll think on it, Nallore :)
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