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6 days ago
Current There's technically no rule against it...but there REALLY should be
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17 days ago
This week I am both moving, and am somewhat sick, so there shall be delays on posts. Apologies!
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29 days ago
Making out for a few minutes solves many problems
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1 mo ago
Finally home and will post for my partners asap!
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1 mo ago
I started ATLA late, around Covid. But I love the first series and think TLoK is pretty good despite some problems
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About Me








Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 33
Ethnicity: Mixed
Sex: Male
Religion: Christian (Nondenominational)
Languages: English, Japanese (Semi-fluent & learning), I also know some Scots Gaelic, Quenyan (Elvish), and Miccosukee (My tribal tongue)
Relationship Status: Single (Though generally unavailable unless I find I really enjoy someone).






Current Projects/Freelance work

  • I am a voice talent and script writer for Faerun History
  • I have a much smaller personal Youtube channel that I use to make videos on various subjects. Only been making videos for 2 years, but it's growing!
  • I'm the host of a Science Fiction & Fantasy Podcast where I interview authors of the genre.




Interests (Includes but is not limited to)

  • Writing/Reading (Love writing and I own too many books)
  • Video Games (Been a gamer for close to 23 years now)
  • Working Out/Martial Arts (Wing Chun/Oyama Karate mostly. Some historical swordplay as well.)
  • History (Military History is my specialty)
  • Zoology
  • Art (Mostly Illustrations. Used to be good. Am picking it back up)
  • Voice Acting/Singing
  • Tabletop Gaming (Started late in the game. Been at it for 3 years. I was the kid who bought the monster manuals and D&D books just for the lore for the longest time. I've played 3.5e, 5e, Star Wars D20, Edge of the Empire, PF, and PF2.)
  • Weaponry of all kinds
  • Anime (mostly action/shonen. DBZ & YYH being my favorites)
  • Movies (Action/War/Drama films being my go-to)
  • Music (Rock of all kinds, as well as historical folk songs, sea shanties, pub songs, a bit of classical music, etc)
  • Guitar (am learning to play, but being left handed makes it challenging)
  • There's more but if you care enough you can PM me :P




Roleplay F.A.Q.

  • Fantasy, Sci Fi, and Historical are my genres. Fantasy being my favorite and Sci Fi/Historical being close seconds.
  • Advanced / Nation / 1x1 / Casual (only in certain circumstances)
  • I generally write at the 'Advanced Level' meaning 4+ Paragraphs with good grammar.
  • I am usually busy with many projects and RPs, but if you wish to do a 1x1 with me, you'll need to present your case. Those I already do it with have my trust as a Roleplayer.
  • I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!






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Cyrdic didn't know if the rats had lain charges, or if they had a new invention that had gone haywire, but he didn't want to stick around and find out. Cyrdic yanked off the rat Camilla had dispatched, and in turn caught her as the explosions behind her knocked her forward. He held her steady, and yelled above the cacophony of screams. "We have to go!" He had felt like telling her off about how her curiosity had gotten them into this, but she had just saved his life, so he would save it. He was just happy she was ok.

With that, he pulled her with him toward the back end of the Hall, hoping to Sigmar he was going the right way. Only a few Skaven stood in their way. Cyrdic's broadsword split the skull of one, and he gutted another while Camilla did her bladework. As they made it to the end, Cyrdic grabbed one of the three torches that hung upon the walls to take with them. Together they plunged into a cavernous door, only to find the dark ground did not reach past three paces, leading to a precarious drop.

Cyrdic couldn't stop his momentum in time, and fell in. Suddenly, he felt his weight pulling him down like a dropped anvil. He cried out, and fell what he could guess later was a story in height. What he landed on wasn't stone, however. He seemed to have dropped upon a mound of something hard and divided, rolling down a small hill before hitting the stone.

The brand with him had fallen atop the pile, and he lifted his head to see the fire reflecting on the very real Gold coins he had landed on. Various items, trinkets, and bejeweled weapons were sprawled out and splayed upon the walls. It was a great vaultroom, filled with riches beyond compare. The very walls shined by the firelight.
@Penny
On an unrelated note, I just had a lovely conversation with a lady who proudly declared that all African Americans should go back to Africa and live in horrible poverty until they can appreciate that 'we' (by which I assume she meant Anglos such as herself) let them live here.

Didn't solicit this conversation, just volunteered all that. Wow.

Damn, that's a blunt thing to just spark up a convo with. Did this lady know you?
The Balcony he was on was now covered in filth, but it looked to have been used by nobility when it had been in service. Various lengths of rope lifted into the darkness above, still hanging limply, swaying by the soft breezes that flowed from within the various cavern entrances.

"What in the Old World," Cyrdic breathed as he gazed downward, from above. He'd never read or seen a play by Detlef Sierck, but from what he'd heard, this fit the scene to one of his more foreboding works. Dozens of what he could only tell were Beastmen were scuttling to and fro, chittering what sounded like orders to his trained ears. Most of them seemed lightly clad with nothing but daggers and short swords, or crude spears for weapons. However there was roughly a dozen with partial plate armor, and wicked looking halberds. One rat had a contraption that Cyrdic had never seen before. The room they found themselves in was vast and looming, a true Greathall of Old.

He saw Camilla thrust into a cage, and he stifled a groan. He was glad he'd found her, but the fearful side of him knew that there was no backing down now, seeing her alive. He didn't know why he was afraid, after all. These rat beastmen were smaller than he, and he'd fought Norscan berserkers not a year previous. He guessed it was the fact he was outnumbered and alone in the dark. Yeah, no big deal.

Suddenly, two large reverberations split the scene, and the rats froze for an instant. One of the lesser doors from the Caverns suddenly burst open, rock flying out as Cyrdic saw a terrifying Troll enter the hall. Behind the Troll, smaller green figures cried out in what he could only guess was a warcry, and the room erupted in screeches and violence.

The strange contraption the back rat had been setting up was now placed upon his body, a suit of armor encompassing his furry form. He aimed what looked to be a rifle, and multicolored liquid fire spewed out of its barrel to melt the flesh from five charging Goblins.

On instinct, Cyrdic dropped his torch below. The falling brand struck a clanrat on the head, and it scrabbled the brand off, only for the Beast to be landed on by nearly two hundred pounds of Ostlander, having slid down one of the ropes. Cyrdic was only four paces from Camilla, but he was suddenly surrounded by a melee he had to give his full attention on. He aimed his pistol at the beast that held the firethrower, and discharged his firearm.

The bullet struck its backpack, and the beast desperately tried to pry it off before it exploded in wildfire, immolating dozens of rats and Goblins. Good, illuminated more of the room, he thought pragmatically. Cyrdic had immediately holstered his pistol and unsheathed his broadsword, hacking back and forth, blocking with his shield to the best of his ability. Crude and jagged weapons scraped along his armor and shield.

"Camilla!" He roared.
@Penny
Cyrdic had knelt down in the ominous corridor, having noticed dust particles floating about as if someone had just passed through here not minutes prior. A statue had been completely devoid of dust at its front, and there were drag marks across the ground. He reached out and felt his fingers along the ground, making sure he was seeing what he thought. "She's been here," he whispered. The implications of that escaped him until his world was pierced by an echoeing scream.

He recognized the voice, and his heart skipped a beat. "Shit," and hurried off further down the corridor until he reached splitting caverns. "Sigmar, Taal, if any of you are watching..." he intoned, but didn't know what he would pray for. Her being alive? Him finding her? Helping him live? All of the above sounded good, and for a moment he felt like turning back. But he was as stubborn as a Dwarf, and he'd be damned if he ran from a fight.

Scrabbling from down the right cavern caught his attention, and he peered into the darkness, fully expecting to find some horror of the deep. But soon it faded, as if whatever it was had gone the opposite way. He held his pistol out, and continued down the cavern. He noticed the scuff marks upon the ground, and it allowed him to breathe somewhat easily, knowing this was the right direction. Down the cavern went, and then up, and then there was another split. He growled like a hound a bay. The caverns this far seemed to be too used to travel to have any sort of dust. He decided to go left this time.


Grabrat and his two slaves had passed the threshold of the Underentrance, the Grandhall before them one of the forward outposts and base of operations for their continued war with the Goblinkin. He snorted and sniffed the air, yanking on Camilla's tied hands by a rope impatiently. "Quick quick, lower yourself pathetic man-thing!" he screeched in command.

The chittering had died down, over six dozen clan skaven and a dozen stormvermin stood in attendance for the announcements of the forward leader Niprend. A larger skaven with silver tufts of fur on his back. He stood upon the raised platform, and behind him was a beautifully crafted throne of brass and mithral, with elven, wooden armrests.

Grabrat knelt down before Niprend, holding out his beady paws to present this gift to him. "What is the meaning of this?" Niprend demanded, wondering why they would dare interrupt his orders for the presentation of-...a man-thing?

"A thousand apologies, glorious Clan leader! My slaves and I found this man-thing skulking in one of the outer tunnels as we scouted. We snatched him up quick-quick to bring her to your attention. She could be a spy for the man-things, or a trick by the Goblin-things. Better to question her, yes?"

Niprend bared his teeth, and Grabrat slunk back. Though the Clan leader did consider it to be prudent advice, there had to be intimidation to keep anyone from interrupting him again. "You are lucky I do not eat your heart! Fool, can you not see this is a man-thing breeder!?" Niprend cried, but then conceded internally, eyes beady and lingering on Camilla. Luckily for her, there were three lit torches. Though in such a vast room, it still left much of it obscured.

Yes...Niprend would question her, and then eat her.

Above her was the balcony, and unbeknown to the Skaven, an Ostlander had just made it up the stairs...
@Penny

So why did Obama and so many before him do so little? It wasn't due to the economy not needing help. And how do we know what was read or not? Seems rather speculative.
We know what was and was not read based upon his interviews. He never knows what he's talking about, and he's often confused. He's been stated to be factually wrong/lying 3/4ths of the time, compared to Hillary Clinton's 1/4th of the time, and while you might think Hillary's is bad, that's actually normal for a politician.

Though the media and people like Seth Myers, giving me that information, I can hardly take those people seriously, from the lies they themselves have said in the past.

Like I said, I'm independent. I try to look at both conservative and liberal views. Seth Myers is obviously a liberal, however the video itself used its source verbatim. Can't really argue with that.

Also that video you posted is factually wrong.
1) Obama took away Coal jobs, because it's environmentally harmful. Yet he also official (according to the treasury) brought us out of our economic recession and gave us millions of jobs in other areas.

2) "Coal mining is bad for the environment, based on what?" Are...is he serious? (Not only is his german info out of context (because Germany's colder weather, 2016’s leap day, a growing economy and population growth outweighed any energy savings and its been scientifically proven, DESPITE the coal emissions helping keep it down by only raising it 1 percent. I.E. if they had used coal, it would have gone up 5-10 %. So, no coal is still good.) A simple wiki search shows what Coal mining does to the environment.

Coal mining can result in a number of adverse effects on the environment.

Surface mining of coal completely eliminates existing vegetation, destroys the genetic soil profile, displaces or destroys wildlife and habitat, degrades air quality, alters current land uses, and to some extent permanently changes the general topography of the area mined.[31] This often results in a scarred landscape with no scenic value. Of greater concern, the movement, storage, and redistribution of soil during mining can disrupt the community of soil microorganisms and consequently nutrient cycling processes. Rehabilitation or reclamation mitigates some of these concerns and is required by US Federal Law, specifically the Surface Mining Control and Reclamation Act of 1977.

Mine dumps (tailings) could produce acid mine drainage which can seep into waterways and aquifers, with consequences on ecological and human health.

If underground mine tunnels collapse, they cause subsidence of the ground above. Subsidence can damage buildings, and disrupt the flow of streams and rivers by interfering with the natural drainage.

Coal production is a major contributor to global warming: burning coal generates large quantities of carbon dioxide and mining operations can release methane, a known greenhouse gas, into the atmosphere. The coal mining industry is working to improve its public image.


This guy is asking John Oliver to prove an obvious fact. Like saying "this steak came from a cow? Prove it. Based on what?"

3) There is no "clean" coal technology. That's a term to show it's using coal in a more efficient way. It's not clean.

4) He used John Oliver's joke as a point for solar power being more expensive. I don't know why... John Oliver never said it was cheaper. Just cleaner and more effective.

5) He's acting like 33,000 jobs is a huge thing, and saying Solar/Wind power has no potential, which both are absolutely wrong. This last rant really showed how right winged this guy is, and you should never listen to someone who is biased. It's why I am an independent.

But he isn't shutting down jobs for coal. He's rehiring a part of the workers Obama had shut down on purpose to "kill their industry." Alternative energy shouldn't be considered practical on a wide scale, and will have oil and other energies backing it up. Because it has already visible problems lead to problems elsewhere. And that's disregarding an argument for the third world.

As far as Coal jobs go, my point is this: New energy such as Solar and Wind, while they aren't perfect, are in fact, the future. Coal hurts the environment. It is literally helping lead to the deaths of our kids and grand kids, to the earth shutting down as a planet, and perhaps the end of hundreds of thousands, if not millions of future jobs so we can have some jobs now. People who are for coal just want things 'now now now' and fuck the consequences.

I bet he gets a lot more done and is able to think better when he is outside of the incredibly hostile environment that pretty much envelops the white house. Considering he has been in office for so little time, he has actually got quite a lot done so I have no idea where you are getting this idea of doing very little. Overall though, I am much more interested in what his 'staff' can get accomplished then President Trump, mostly I hope he can be a decent catalyst for the other people to get their jobs done.

He's doing very little because 1) his staff reportedly does most of everything, and he has his family in the whitehouse handling his affairs. Hell, his son in law was tasked with "brokering peace in the middle east."

I'm more worried about how you can consider Obama, Sanders, and Bill Clinton as being good candidates. Obama got very little done during his time in the White House and created a lot more problems then he fixed, like pushing through a poorly constructed health care bill that is imploding. Sanders seemed like a decent fellow at first, until he sold out his followers to pave the way for Hillary and revealed his true colors. Now Bill, admittedly he actually had some decent success as a President but considering he almost got impeached for some rather disgusting behavior shows he is severely lacking in the moral compass department. As bad as that was, it is the Clinton Foundation that really takes the cake with their despicable behavior in Haiti which includes both Hillary and Bill.

I am not entirely sure what news you surbscribe to, but Obama brought us out of economic recession, was harried at every turn by republicans yet still got his healthcare bill out, which while not perfect, gave 23 million americans affordable healthcare. He gave us over 10 million more jobs, and he also helped us environmentally.

Sanders did not sell out or 'show his true colors'. He simply felt like me, which is "no Trump," so he supported Hillary. I think Sanders goes a bit too far with his socialist ideals, but he's a decent guy.

Yeah, I was more using Bill as someone who'd help guide her as president, rather than being a moral compass. Though that was 20 years ago, and while I've never done it, a lot of people I know have cheated on people. I think bringing it up to use against him now is kind of out of date, even if back then it was despicable.

Cyrdic groaned, and rolled over. He was within the impasse between awake and asleep. Most people immediately fell asleep straight away once more, but something in reality grabbed him, pulling him into consciousness. The rain still beat down outside, but there was another sound that filled his ears. It was water as well, but there was something... He breathed in through his nose. He smelled cooked meat, and something far more rancid, though the smell was elusive.

He opened his eyes to an over boiling pot. What, by Taal? He pushed himself upwards, and let out another groan as he reoriented himself. Quickly, he got up when he realized the urgency of the pot, and he kicked it over to spill onto the ground, away from the fire with a clatter. "Camilla?" He called, spinning. He didn't yell, merely spoke the name aloud. But the 'tomb' was small enough for anyone to have heard that. If they were still there, that is.

Something was wrong. That smell...it was coming from deeper within. He knelt down and picked up one of the pieces of kindling, a flame at its end. He approached the back end of the room, and spoke her name aloud once more. The sight of the door leading further inwards made him realize just what she'd done. "Damn," he muttered, hurrying back to pick up his weapons and armor. Strapping them on, he cocked his pistol and held aloft his brand once more, entering into the dark in pursuit.


Grabrat the Lurker and his two slaves had tied the manthings hands behind its back. He had almost squirted the musk of fear when they had entered, for he thought it had been a burly Orc or Troll. What a man-thing was doing in here, Grabrat didn't know. Better to let Clan leader Niprend question them, yes yes. Besides, one Skavenslave needed to haul the warpstone they had found, its chaos energy safe in the bottle they carried. It gave an eerie glow.

But this man-thing was so heavy! Even with his other Skaven slave, it was awkward carrying the man-thing. They had only gone into the next cavern when they decided that was best. Grabrat's tail twitched, and he smacked Camilla on the head. "Ugly man-thing, up up!"
@Penny
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Can we really say "half his presidency" has been spent golfing if he's hasn't been in there for even that long? Do you have a link to this? (even looking it up, that seems to be hyperbole, though I don't even get how one can have 8 vacations under their belts already, but I'm not exactly a huge trump person either. :/)



Trump has signed more bills in 100 days than any president since Truman. I mean whether significant ones or "good." (which is why Polifact labels this statement "mostly true" <.<)

What really else can you expect a president to do?

Aside from trying to abuse his power and go beyond what they can do...which I'd prefer not. I assume most would not like that. >.>

Signing bills that your party gives you (without reading them I might add) is the easiest thing in the world to do. And yes, the link is here. He's spent 143 days in office, and 71 on vacation. That is literally 1 day less than half of his presidency.

Edit: Also, a lot of those facts are speculative at best.
Campaign Promise 17: To create American JOBS and bring companies back to America
Trump negotiated a deal with Carrier promising to bring manufacturing and jobs back to the US.


He 'negotiated' a deal. He's made us lose far more jobs by trying to revive the coal industry, and by taking is out of the Chinese trade deal, and by not opening up safe, energy efficient jobs that are literally the future. Most things he's done is literally just for show, to say he's done them.
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Hate is a type of prejudice, but prejudice is not all hate.

That was exactly my point, though. Hating anyone based upon race is prejudice to that race.

I couldn't help but find it funny that I am essentially the same as you: Christian, and independent politically, but found myself going in a much different direction. I found both candidates to be atrocious, Trump for being his uncouth self and Hillary for embodying the corrupt establishment heavily entrenched in power. Finding myself unhappy with both of them, I voted third party even though I knew they would not get the votes needed to even take one state, though I do hope this can happen in the future as the Republican and Democratic parties are falling apart at the seams.

While I could not bring myself to vote for Trump even though I consider Hillary to be a lying scum-bag with virtually no moral compass whatsoever[her campaign strategy certainly didn't help her image any + all them scandals], I still found myself hoping that Trump would win the presidency. The number one reason for this being getting a constitutional judge on the Supreme Court, if Hillary had been elected, God help America with whatever loony hard core liberal she would have tried to put on there. The hard stance on illegal immigration was a plus and also a faint hope that a business man might have the know-how to help the economy.

I could certainly say I was essentially the opposite of you, anti-Hillary but even that wasn't enough to push me to vote for Trump.

As for 2020, Trump will get a second term if he is able to bulldoze through the establishment and get even a few of the things on his agenda done. Considering all that he has accomplished in his short time as president he can certainly get a lot more done in three years time. Unless the democrats can somehow get their acts together and stop acting like violence against dissenting voices is a good thing, they will be unable to find a person who can run against Trump in 2020.

Of course what I hope will happen is that because Trump was kind of like a third party runner using the Republican party, this will encourage more third parties to get into the race who could give us people we might actually want to vote for. Here's to hoping for the rise of third parties as viable alternatives in political races! Gotta break apart the bi-partisan effort to keep everyone else out of political races. You ever look at the requirements for non-Republicans/Democrats to run for some offices? Pretty crazy how much harder they make it for other people.


Not to be rude, but you do know Trump has spent nearly half of his presidency golfing or at Maralago, he's done very little except signing executive orders, and making one mistake after another. The only thing that can be considered something that hasn't been either idiotic or selfish was his missile strike on Syria, and even then, that was prematurely done at best. I'm honestly worried on him being in office another year, much less three.

Hillary is no one's first choice, but at least she has experience and, even if you might think she's the anti-christ, she has people who she wishes to please, and good candidates that vouche for her like Obama, Sanders, and her Husband (though that's a given).
He scooted over so she had room, for one of the desks stood just left of him. His pistol he'd opened up to dry was to his right, though far away from the fire for obvious reasons. "Don't let the Scars fool you," he told her. "I'm not always covered in dirt and blood. Just more than I'd like." He smiled, his eyes now closed again.

Her explanation seemed sound. Even as tiredness overtook him, a few years of serving on campaign made him a good, alert listener despite his body language screaming the opposite. "Looks like you have it all figured out, your Ladyship. Cam, sorry." He breathed. He corrected himself. "Camilla." He paused for a moment, and then thought aloud. "Yeah, that's a sign I'm sleepy. Just make sure you wake me up the second you want to sleep, deal?"

Minutes later, he'd fallen asleep. His sleeping pattern was a huge contradiction. Either he slept far too lightly, or he slept like a rock. Depended on his circumstances. One would think traveling as an outlaw would have him sleep lightly and at the ready, but the safety of the 'tomb' they were in, the pretty woman beside him, the fire, and most importantly...the lack of any military cohesion, had knocked him out cold.
@Penny
He laughed, despite himself. Her spirited nature seemed to be effective, even to he. "You fit the accent like a glove," he said, amused. The scarred young sergeant leaned back, his upper back pressed to the wall. He yawned, and drew his hands behind his head, arms thickening from the motion. "You might be the fish out of water, but I'm starting to think you'll have an easier time here in the Empire than me." She did seem to be a natural actor. Or maybe it was just a side effect of being impulsive.

"Vivienne and Reiner," he echoed. "Traveling companions." He grunted. The heat of the fire, and the pitter patter of rain outside the opened portal was relaxing him visibly. But he hadn't dozed just yet. "If you're a Brettonian adventurer, would being your bodyguard work? Perhaps a fellow adventurer." His voice grew scratchy and gruffer as he groaned from his body slumping even further. "I don't think I could pull off a squire." He breathed.

He yawned, his eyes closed. "Have any ideas?"
@Penny
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