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8 yrs ago
Current Guten Taaaaag~
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9 yrs ago
Merry Early-Access Christmas, y'all. The full version will release tomorrow.
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9 yrs ago
THE WORLD IS YOUR ****ING OYSTER!
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9 yrs ago
Just Monika.
9 yrs ago
So I just played 'Doki Doki Literature Club'... All I can say is: GOD DAMN!
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Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste discerning in his choice of ramen. I'm a Canadian student currently living in Germany to do my Masters. I enjoy sports, martial arts, reading, writing, videogames and draw inspiration from all of these for my roleplays.

As for RPs, I like many different topics but only ever join one or two at a time. Any more than that, and I run out of time to write, so my quality really starts to slip. The upside of this is that I almost never drop an RP unless everyone else deserts it. If you see me apply to yours, it probably means I'm in for the long haul.

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>Posted at 3am Because fuck sleep. I might not get many posts up over the weekend, FYI. Got a big midterm coming up on Tuesday and I need to study my ass off for it. EDIT: THE > SYMBOL GIVES US GREENTEXT NOW?!
Lilly's Post
Had Celeste known what Lilly was thinking, she would have been greatly relieved. The topic of her grandmother was completely overshadowed by the remark about possibly getting killed. "Oh..." Lilly went silent for a moment, saddened by that depressing thought. She slowly combed her hair, planning out what she was going to say. "Well... I am sure that we will be fine. For one of his race, Sergeant Harald seems to be a competent leader. He did manage to lead squad four out of Rinneheim with no casualties. I am certain that our chances of surviving the war are significant." Lilly spoke in a calm and measured tone, choosing her words carefully and deliberately. To anyone else it would just seem like a slightly more formal version of her typical elegant speech, but the reality was that focusing on the words she chose prevented her mind from straying back to something she would rather forget - the battle of Rinneheim. Forcing a more happy and less somber tone, Lilly decided to speak of her origins for the sake of continuing the conversation. "I, myself, hail from my family's estate north of Eindon. As I said in the meeting, my father owns a collection of arms factories, and I was raised to be his heir." Lilly smiled, pausing her brushing as some memories started to surface. The rare days where she was able to leave the estate and travel around were some of her favorite memories. "The town and country side there is very pretty, and there was a beautiful river only a short distance away from the estate. My family maintained a small cottage there for summer trips. I wonder if we'll ever get to see it. Maybe Sergeant Harald would let us visit there if we ever get vacation leave!" Resuming her brushing, Lilly let out a girlish giggle as she envisioned the squad relaxing at the cottage on a day off. It certainly was a much better mental image than that of them constantly in battle.
Evan's Post
Evan was shocked by Paul's sudden outburst. He wasn't sure what had gotten into the kid, but what ever it was, it was not good. He was obviously frustrated. Or scared. Or angry, and Evan didn't know which. "Hey it's alright, kid. That's what training battles are for. Even if we couldn't hope to win that battle, we all still learned something from it, right? Real war isn't any different, so we've got to train for every situation, even if it is an impossible one." Clapping Paul on the shoulder, Evan stood up. "I'm sure we'll all do better next time." He somewhat undermined what he said to Paul when Alex spoke up and asked what he thought of their commander. Stretching and pacing around the room a bit, he only replied with a non-committal "No comment.". Eventually he did elaborate, though, not wanting people to get the wrong impression. "He's a Darcsen, and I'm really not seeing any examples of prime leadership coming from him. Then again, this was only our first day, and..." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, before continuing. "We didn't exactly follow his orders to the letter in that battle, so... No comment. You?"
I'm going to wait for @Kitsune to post before I do.
1 and 3 get my votes. I'm equally interested in both.
Lilly's Post
Lilly nodded when she was told to be more at ease. "Very well, Corporal Stichler." Despite her words, though, Lilly didn't seem to have relaxed in the slightest. The idea of improperly greeting someone of a higher rank (even if they told her it was fine) seemed foreign to her, as her aristocratic upbringing dictated that she should be acting prim and proper at every occasion. "Then if you do not mind, I will accompany you, Corporal. ... Eh, actually one moment please." As Celeste started walking towards the showers, Lilly hurried back to her room to grab a hair brush, before following after her. She had originally (grudgingly) put off straightening her hair for fear of missing out on a chance to socialize with the rest of the squad, but it appeared that she could do both now, while she waited outside the shower room door. Leaning against the wall outside the entrance, Lilly started combing her hair and trying to get all the knots out of it while she chatted with the Corporal through the cracked open door. "Corporal Stichler, if I may be so bold as to inquire... Where are you from? It seems as though the squad is composed of people from many different parts of Gallia."
Evan's Post
Evan shrugged at Alonso's mention of the possibility of Alex being a spy. The concept was laughable to him. A spy sent to keep an eye on the common militia? Absurd. And the reasoning behind it was based on an accent and a pistol. Evan just leaned back into the couch and held up his hands. "I dunno kid, but dial back the paranoia a bit, would ya? Besides. You use an Imperial rifle and lance. What does that make you? Twice as Imperial?" Evan chuckled to himself as he said the last bit. Imperials (despite them being the enemy) didn't really bother him, and besides, they made some damn fine armoured vehicles (minus their accursed shifters). Darcsens were the only ones that actually bothered him. "Eh, I joke, friend, but-" He was cut off by a rather sharp look from the object of their discussion as Private Glaive entered the room. Switching topics to avoid the awkwardness, Evan hurriedly greeted her with a small wave. "Evenin', Glaive. Nice work with that tank, back there, by the way. Rarely have I seen such a fine demolition. You manage to make it out of that mess?" Before he could get a reply, Paul walked into the room behind her, causing Evan to turn and greet the second newcomer. "My my, we're getting quite a crowd. More the merrier! Evenin', Dresdner. How'd you make out in the field?" Evan scootched over to the side of the couch to make room in case someone else wanted to sit down. It would hardly be fair to take up an entire sofa with his rather large frame.
I'll be able to get one up tonight. I just wanted to make sure Cal/Kit didn't get left out.
Oh ok, just wanted to make sure people weren't dead.
@caliban22 @Kitsune Either of you guys want to post? I don't really want this RP to deteriorate into a conversation circle jerk between me, slyph and lennon alone.
I can safely say that 'Wut' sums up my understanding as well.
Well I'm just waiting on Clay. Im still about.
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