POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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Y'alls collab wrapping up?

The Political Thread

I don't believe that a person should give up their national identity or heritage merely because they moved to the united states, but I will say it's rather recalcitrant to actively not accept the culture and language of the country you've moved to, even if it isn't an official language. It's practical to know. And if you've moved to a country, it's very stubborn and ungrateful to actively live against, or rather to not try and aid the state with your respect for its customs and language of the land. The state would be getting no benefit to your having come there.
I agree governments should be more charitable than conservatives believe they should be, definitely. But to take that as a 'given' is just spoiled.

spoken like a true american

country build on the backs of poor foreigners that speak barely any english

@Odin

Isn't it great the dutch paid others to do their atrocities for them. Made their resume' nice and clean. Or if they could afford to, they'd sailed across the world to commit the rest of their moral crimes.

spoken like a true American

@Mara

"I do not admit for instance, that a great wrong has been done to the Red Indians of America or the black people of Australia. I do not admit that a wrong has been done to these people by the fact that a stronger race, a higher-grade race, a more worldly wise race to put it that way, has come in and taken their place."

Winston Churchill, spoken like a true Briton

Now I don't believe my two examples are truly examples of your countries, but it's an equivalency and I don't believe you should be so dismissive.

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A fellow fan, I see. Welcome!

Most anticipated Games of 2018-2019

Elder Scrolls 6 plz
I know it'll probably be here in 2021 or something but God I need it.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

The Promenade turned out to be far less prestigious than the name let on. Rust and dried blood coated the once pristine structures that crowded around the walkways and courtyards of the province. Bright lights and gaudy signs that promised low prices, fine drinks, or your dreams coming true were a distraction from the decaying urban landscape and the literal tons of pollution that undulated into the perpetual night sky. Province 8 was one of the many criminal 'verticle cities' that dotted Dioni III, but it was one of the most notoriously unscrupulous on the planet.

"Ah, home sweet home," Neil mused, though there was a hint of irony in his voice that was inescapable to a keen ear. He did seem to trail along and glance about roguishly as if he could predict where every business deal and thief hid in the vast maze of crowds and alleyways. Smaller structures made of plasteel or scrounged metal were made in certain areas, where less reputable but small time merchants tried to sell their wares. As they passed by an establishment of pleasures, a powerful thug that leaned upon a railing with his elbows eyed Sayeeda and Taya, and grinned. The grin did not stop, his mouth curling impossibly wide to the edges of his cheeks.

"You've been here before?" Taya asked, spooked beyond reckoning. She kept her hands at her sides and pockets, hoping to feel if any pickpocket that thought to try his luck on the young girl. Junebug kept her weapon at the ready and her eyes peeled, following Neil who walked far more casually. Though a trained glance showed he'd taken precautions, his gun within easy reach and the flack jacket under his shirt was strapped tightly to his torso.

"No, but a lot of places like it." He said. "Always wanted to come here, though. Seems like the next step on my list until I joined the Highlander."

A moss-green Xenos the size of a hauler trumped by them, a breathing sack under its neck enlarging every so often. The feelers on its stumpy hands looked as if they would stick upon contact. Even Neil had never seen such a creature before. If he was more of a biologist than a mechanical engineer, he would have been curious on how such a species not only evolved but grew sentience.

They turned the corner and found themselves in another courtyard, a bit larger than the previous ones they had stalked through, with a fountain in the center that only trickled water. Neil had to guess the water was somewhat clean, for a lot of bedraggled and down-on-their-luck people seemed to have made shop and small homes in the area. Though mostly it was smaller businesses and loneshark deals. Neil was going to head to the center and ask around before he spotted someone he knew. They spotted him first, however.

A tall man approached, his cloak brown and stained. He had a long blonde, braided beard that reached down to his chest, and hair to nearly match it. The man was somewhat aged, but younger than Ranald, with a strong nose and blue eyes. Neil saw him approaching, and he grinned, his arms out wide. "Sven! What in the universe are you doing here?" He said, obviously trying to draw attention to himself, probably for various reasons.

"Thought you were dead," Sven said, his voice deathly calm and with an intimidating amount of cunning. He didn't seem to be a comrade of Neil's, but the younger man didn't seem too wary around him. Obviously they had worked together in the past. Neil spoke next. "Well that's what you were supposed to think, so I guess it worked out. How have you been? Business good?"

"Who are they?" Sven asked, his cold, calculating eyes switching to Sayeeda and Taya. Small structured lights flared within his left eye, as if it was a miniature computer terminal. Neil patted him on the shoulder, trying to ignore the question. "Come on now, I have something to sel-" The pilot was gripped by the collar roughly, Sven's face inches from his own. "If business was good, do you believe I would be here?" He asked. "No games."
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The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

@Lemons We shall miss you, sir. Thanks for the heads up!

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

@POOHEAD189 Similarly, I think she would know Al too. They studied the same degrees so may have crossed paths at some point at related events etc for their work. Might even work that she recognises and knows him but he doesn't know her - at all haha

@Stormflyx

"Oh hi...uh...do I know you?"

I can see it already. Love it.

The Political Thread

I know you guys are probably memeing but let's tone it down. This is a thread for discussions.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

By the Emperor

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil's jaw dropped like an anvil, dumbfounded for once. But after he collected himself, he found he couldn't even be mad. She tricked him. He shook his head and smirked. "How dare you," he said jokingly, and smiled when she squeezed his hand. He squeezed back, and as she walked away, Taya leaped out of her cover and it did not surprise Neil in the slightest.

“What…” she began, brining a spoonful of pudding to her mouth with a sour expression, “A fucking tease.”

"And yet it just fucking, makes her sexier." Neil replied wistfully, and decided to just lounge for a bit next to the monitor. She was the Captain, and he'd take first watch.

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3 days later.

"Are you insane?" Taya asked seriously, glaring at Neil and looking at Junebug for support. "We can't go to Dioni III. It's an entire planet of smugglers and cutthroats."

"We're already here," Neil replied, waving her off. "Look, we can't go to the authorities to sell a stolen fortune. We need a buyer of ill repute and this is the best place to look for one. As long as we're discreet and keep our wits and weapons about us, we'll be fine. I've had a few buddies come this way before. They left with their lives and some even got lucky at gambling."

The moon hung before them, seemingly stationary in motion. It was an ecuminopolis; an orbital body covered in city. It relied entirely on imports from other worlds to survive, and since most of the galaxies underworld activities were done on, or were connected to Dioni III, there was never any shortage of patronage and tribute. If gave off the look of a chromatic green planet with rings of fire, the many lights on the planet, blazing in the darkness. Behind it was the true planet it orbited, Bracchus Prime. A planet of dense bogs and endless wetlands, where many of the criminal overlords held fiefs and criminals fought for bloodsport.

There were no laws or regulations against drugs, violence, or immigrants (Xenos or otherwise) here. At least in a planetary sense. Each crime boss had different rules. The only universal rule was keep to the contracts you sign, but even then, it wasn't exactly enforced by any law enforcement. The Terran Imperials would have invaded and perhaps destroyed the moon years ago, if not for the fact it was a good way to keep the most unsavory criminal occupied, and that the Terran Imperials also conducted some business in its lower depths, off the record.

"Might be able to find some more parts to fix up my mech too," Neil said aloud, flipping the switches to turn the planetary thrusters on and enabling the ship's signal to go unguarded so they could be hailed to land. Neil just needed to find a frequency that would match the one he sent out.

Rare mineral: Looking for buyer.

They were redirected to sector 8, titled 'Traders Promenade.' Neil knew it by another name from reputation alone. 'Smugglers Den.'
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