POOHEAD189

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@SouffleGirl123@Assallya Y'all still have time to finish, but I need an estimate on when you'll be ready, please! I will make the starting post within a few days, however you still have a few days after that to finish.

@ValorYou may make your character. Just remember to read the lore and 'things I expect from players,' and ask me any questions you wish, sir.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

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Oh I'm sorry I thought that's what everyone else was doing >.<

*hides head in shame*

@Stormflyx

You are quite alright <3 She was accepted regardless! Just for future reference :)

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

You might want to wait next time before you switched her over, but Ava IS accepted! Congratz! @Stormflyx

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

I like George W. Bush. He's a respectable and legitimately kind person. I think all of the proceeds to his paintings and books go to wounded veterans, and he's volunteered to help build houses in South Africa with his wife when his term was up.

Edit: The houses were for people with cancer, as well.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Oh, Dynamo's done that a lot, though.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

I was quoting wikipedia

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil was bewildered to say the least at this risky as fuck maneuver. He had all but a second to redirect his rebreather to adhere to the vacuum of space before they were launched out of the airlock and into the endless void. It was merciful when he felt the tug of the open airlock from the Highlander, but during the yank he lost his grip on Sayeeda, her lighter frame drifting in first. He couldn't make any witty remarks out here, and the next thing he knew, outer space was ripped away from him and he hit the wall of the Highlander's interior.

It was only for a second that he blacked out, and when he awoke, his left arm was bleeding, and his ear was too from the brief excursion he had outside the ship and the facility. Slowly, Neil undid his rebreather and set it aside. His body felt like it'd been hit with a 12 foot shovel, but the one thing he had that most didn't was a durability that allowed him to bounce back. It was why he was so effective back on his homeworld in the Valk wars.

He sucked in a breath as he did his best to get off the floor, and to his dismay he saw the unmoving and somewhat broken form of Sayeeda laying next to one of the coffee crates. Neil coughed, blood flecking the Xarconian metal of the floor. He'd deal with that later. Shakily, he pushed himself off his hands, and then his knees, making his way over to Sayeeda and shaking off the rest of his vertigo. "I have never met someone as badass as you," He whispered, slipping his arms around her and lifting her up. His left hand held her lower back and his right hand felt her pulse.

"Good," he breathed. "I don't do well with responsibility." Referring to her death meaning he'd be the Captain. Slipping his other arm around her legs, he made his way to the co-pilot's chair and set her down, buckling her up. He would have taken her to the medic bay, but he had limited knowledge and knew she'd need a better doctor than he. Best he could do was realign a pulled muscle or tie up a broken bone. But right now they needed to get the hell out of here.

Neil plopped down on the pilot's chair and buckled up. "Lonny, the sublight engines ready?"

"Aye Sir! But we go' multiple unknown objects approachin' fast on our starboard."

"Put them on the display screen." Neil told him. The screen before the pilot turned on to reveal something out of a man's worst nightmares. Horrible, organic sacks with tentacles and feelers that dripped acid were approaching in the vacuum of space. They looked to be the size of the Highlander, if not bigger. He deadpanned, not even bothering to react. "Put them off the display screen Lonney. Get us under way. Now."

"Should ah put tha auxiliary power tae th-"

"Yes, fucking do it just let's go."

The combat display began to flash red, Neil noticing multiple shots being fired from the bio-ships. He didn't really want to find out what they were firing, so he immediately placed in his personal algorithm and took control of the ship fully, spinning the Highlander in a whirling arc and speeding around the nearest asteroid to evade what chased him. On the display, he saw the asteroid crack from the sheer pressure of whatever it had been, and Neil sped as quickly as he could toward the planet of Fornax.

It didn't take long, thankfully. He didn't go the leisurely pace he had when they had approached the asteroid facility. He was hailed by the orbital welcoming committee, and he in turn gave them Cho-Lan's landing codes and permission to speak to Cho-Lan directly. After another minute of what Neil perceived to be bureaucratic bullshit, he was patched in. Cho-Lan's voice appeared on the speakers. "What news? Your ship has been off contact for far too-"

"We have a lot of news Mr. Cho-Lan, so give us clearance to land. We're also going to need a medic here and a whole lot of fucking cash."
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

It seems Catalonia is about to declare independence from Spain. The referendum received 90% voting in favor, and the King of Spain Felipe is not happy about it.

On 3 October 2017, as huge protest rallies and a general strike took place in Catalonia following the 2017 Catalan independence referendum, HM The King delivered an unusually strongly worded televised address in which he condemned the actions of the referendum organizers for acting "outside the law", accusing them of "unacceptable disloyalty" and of "eroding the harmony and co-existence within Catalan society itself". He also warned the referendum could put the economy of the entire north-east region of Spain at risk.[57][58][59] Reactions to the King's speech were mixed. Party officials from the PP and Ciudadanos acclaimed the King's "commitment to legality",[60] whereas leaders from Unidos Podemos and Catalunya en Comú criticised it as "unworthy as irresponsible", paving the way for a harsh intervention of the Catalan autonomy.[61] As for the PSOE, its leaders showed their support to the King's words in public, but were unofficially upset that the King had not made any call to understanding or dialogue between both the Spanish and Catalan governments.

The Deposed Dilemma

He shook his head, sighing. "I wish I had all the answers." He said, and he looked to her. The big man's hand closed around hers, and he smiled. He needed to be sure, for her. He was confident in himself, at least. "I'll be ok." He promised her. "I always am after all." His smile was warm and full of surety.

Humphrey gave a great bark to gain their attention. He whined when Berek looked at him, and Berek's face fell. "Hey, what did I just say?" The Blacksmith said. "The people you'll be with are nice and helpful, and as long as you stick with them no one will harm you." He rested his head against Ferona's. "Do you trust me?"

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

The lights flickering around him from a lack of maintenance, Neil did here what he did back in school. He leaped down the stairways 4 to 5 steps at a time, merely holding the railing momentarily to gain balance with his leaps. His long legs helped him make huge progress going down. It was actually kind of fun. He'd not had to run from something in months! That sobered him up, however. He still needed to run for his life, not from a prison cell. He'd seen how strong those things were. The door to the stairway was sturdy and thick, but once the flames from his liquid fire had died down, they'd rip through it in less than a minute-

The entire station jerked halfway through Neil's leap, realigning where his landing would be. To his misfortune, the railing of the stairs hit him between the legs, and he was glad of the explosive roar that followed the violent shake, because he squealed like a girl and slid down unceremoniously to C level, coughing and finding no real strength in his limbs. "God...damn..." He sputtered, clawing at the ground and glad he'd shut off his flamer earlier, for it hit the ground like he did. "Fuuuuuuuuck..." He'd rather the Alien's have fed on him, than feel this way.

"If that was Sayeeda," he wheezed. "She owes me big time." Grimacing, he pulled himself to his feet less than a minute later, his legs still weak and his arms not wanting to answer his mind's call, but stubbornly he moved them and grabbed his flamer.

He opened the door to C level, and found himself face to face with three of the Xenonids straddling corpses, feeding at their leisure. In the brief glimpse before he exclaimed "Oh fuck!" he found he was glad to see Sayeeda's face was not among the dead, and he slammed the door just as the Xenos had leaped sideways in that horrifyingly machine-like and alien fashion. The metal door to the stairway banged from the sheer force, and he nodded. "Right. D level...D level sounds good."

He made his way down the stairs (carefully this time, one step at a time) and found the door to D level. He sighed, placing one hand on the handle and one hand on the trigger of his flamer. It was a heavy weapon, but he felt confident he could blast through the door easily enough once it was opened. He breathed in and closed his eyes. "Please be good, please be good." He opened the door, and he never thought Sayeeda looked sexier than she did right then.

"Oh my god," Neil breathed, dropping his flamer. Sayeeda was just getting up, and the fact that they were in a cavern-like corridor mattered to him very little. "I'd kiss you if I didn't think you'd knee me. And I think I've already had enough trauma in that region for one day. What happened? What's going on?"
@Penny