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F**CKING HOFF-STYLE!
13 days ago
The desire to join an RP instead of run one, but the lack of anything being advertised or open that fits my interests
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2 mos ago
Why are people posting 1x1 'looking for' threads in the main section, when there's a whole section for 1x1 RP's?
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It'd be nice to be able to *play* an RP I'm interested in for once, rather than having to *run* one all the time. Of course, doesn't help that I'm picky about what I enjoy.
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Hmmmmm... PM inviting me to an RP on Discord by a user who just joined the site and has no posts? Doesn't sound iffy at all, no sir.
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Bio
I've been roleplaying in one form or another since the late '90's. I've played as many tabletop games as I have online ones, and the quality of both has varied wildly.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom. Or *shudder* school RPs...
I have a lot of fandoms; Transformers, Macross, MLP: FiM, Fallout, Battletech, Ace Combat, and others to varying degrees. But I don't often join fandom RPs because the ones I'm into don't come up, or I am very picky about my RPs and their plots and feel.
I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating. I like a lot of depth, story, setting and character to my RPs, so am usually found in Casual and sometimes Advanced. Though, usually running my own RPs.
I'm 43 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones, robots or synthetics, or some hybrid of both.
Outside of my RP tastes and hobby; I read a lot of books, play wargames and TTRPGs, make model aircraft and vehicles, and am also a brony and furry. I have been running a large local furmeet group for the last 10 years and have been involved in running a very successful UK MLP convention.
I have an active imagination, and I love immersive, descriptive roleplaying. My genres of choice are sci-fi, and modern-day (with a sci-fi twist). I like RP's that mix reality with fiction, and throw an unusual and exciting twist into an otherwise normal setting - something like Stargate SG-1 would be an example, or Battle: Los Angeles. An almost recognizable world, but with some sci-fi twists.
I'm a fan of military and action-based RP's that do this especially, and they are easily my favourite - though I rarely see any that appeal to me enough - all the military RP's are too 'plain', and anything else modern day is usually fantasy or fandom. Or *shudder* school RPs...
I have a lot of fandoms; Transformers, Macross, MLP: FiM, Fallout, Battletech, Ace Combat, and others to varying degrees. But I don't often join fandom RPs because the ones I'm into don't come up, or I am very picky about my RPs and their plots and feel.
I don't play in free, as I find the short posts and bad spelling and grammar infuriating. I like a lot of depth, story, setting and character to my RPs, so am usually found in Casual and sometimes Advanced. Though, usually running my own RPs.
I'm 43 years old, and live in the UK, so I may not be on all the time.
I also like playing non-human characters, especially anthro ones, robots or synthetics, or some hybrid of both.
Outside of my RP tastes and hobby; I read a lot of books, play wargames and TTRPGs, make model aircraft and vehicles, and am also a brony and furry. I have been running a large local furmeet group for the last 10 years and have been involved in running a very successful UK MLP convention.
Most Recent Posts
Scott kept up with Zhenya and Jan as they rappelled down the side of the building, kicking off every so many feet to bounce down the side of the metal and concrete face until they were at the entry point, boarded up with plywood. Leaning back, he let the rope take the strain as he waited for the charge to be attached. A cold wind blew, turned to a whistle by the vents in his helmet and the gap between his headset and ear, and he gritted his teeth against the winter cold.
"Yeh, at least we have a nice view" he quipped back, rocking from foot to foot slightly as he waited in the brief few moments they had, checking his P-90. Jan nodded to him, and he took up the slack on his line again, ready to swing - literally - back into action.
Scott pushed off of the wall at the same instant the charge blew, swinging toward the cracked and smouldering plywood. His boots smashed through the flimsy, thin covering with his weight behind them, the crash of falling glass and the splintering crack of wood an accompaniment to the yelled of rough, accented voices shouting as he came through the window in a storm of motion. As soon as he hit the floor the P-90 was up and at his shoulder, firing at its' insanely high RoF. He caught one man with his back to him, half-crouched over a table, another coming out of a glass-walled office, his hands bringing up an AK. He pushed on as Jan barked out the word to move, dashing forward with the PDW glued to his shoulder. He saw a movement of shadow ahead, and sprayed the flimsy partition wall with rounds, rewarded with a man toppling out of cover, gurgling as he collapsed. Zhneya and Jan finished up the rest, and he quickly ejected the spent, cassette-like mag from the P-90, slapping another of the long magazines into place on the top of the receiver.
Jan's next orders came through, and Scott nodded firmly. "Right," he replied in a clipped voice, tense with the numbers against them and the smell of blood and gunfire in the air. Moving on, he vaulted a low desk as Jan slid across another and they stacked up on the next door. He nodded briefly to his commander and friend, before booting the door open and sliding in, flowing around the frame like water.
Already there were plenty more hostiles, and already they were angry. He didn't hesitate or think further; they were targets so down they went. The P-90 chattered as he worked the crowd, snap-shooting one of the tangoes in the upper chest, before ducking into cover and rolling around the edge to take another in the face. Another got a burst up his leg as it protruded from cover, and he went to his feet again, rounds from an uzi-wielder zipping just above his helmet. He cursed in a growl as he returned fire, driving the bad guy back into cover as he moved forward, taking cover behind a photocopier.
"Not bad, really."
"Yeh, at least we have a nice view" he quipped back, rocking from foot to foot slightly as he waited in the brief few moments they had, checking his P-90. Jan nodded to him, and he took up the slack on his line again, ready to swing - literally - back into action.
"One."
Scott pushed off of the wall at the same instant the charge blew, swinging toward the cracked and smouldering plywood. His boots smashed through the flimsy, thin covering with his weight behind them, the crash of falling glass and the splintering crack of wood an accompaniment to the yelled of rough, accented voices shouting as he came through the window in a storm of motion. As soon as he hit the floor the P-90 was up and at his shoulder, firing at its' insanely high RoF. He caught one man with his back to him, half-crouched over a table, another coming out of a glass-walled office, his hands bringing up an AK. He pushed on as Jan barked out the word to move, dashing forward with the PDW glued to his shoulder. He saw a movement of shadow ahead, and sprayed the flimsy partition wall with rounds, rewarded with a man toppling out of cover, gurgling as he collapsed. Zhneya and Jan finished up the rest, and he quickly ejected the spent, cassette-like mag from the P-90, slapping another of the long magazines into place on the top of the receiver.
Jan's next orders came through, and Scott nodded firmly. "Right," he replied in a clipped voice, tense with the numbers against them and the smell of blood and gunfire in the air. Moving on, he vaulted a low desk as Jan slid across another and they stacked up on the next door. He nodded briefly to his commander and friend, before booting the door open and sliding in, flowing around the frame like water.
Already there were plenty more hostiles, and already they were angry. He didn't hesitate or think further; they were targets so down they went. The P-90 chattered as he worked the crowd, snap-shooting one of the tangoes in the upper chest, before ducking into cover and rolling around the edge to take another in the face. Another got a burst up his leg as it protruded from cover, and he went to his feet again, rounds from an uzi-wielder zipping just above his helmet. He cursed in a growl as he returned fire, driving the bad guy back into cover as he moved forward, taking cover behind a photocopier.
anyone like French Jokes?
I like the Rafale. And the Mirage is a good plane too.
Is it weird for a cat to be licking year toes?
I think it's weird if you enjoy it. But I've seen cats do plenty of weird things.
Although said mercs will simply be highly-motivated amateurs flying stuff out from the boneyard to get playfully 'shot down' in simulated combat.
Oh, of course - but I was more posting it as I found it relevant since we're all playing mercenary fighter pilots, of course!
I know it's not exactly the same, but fun to see the parallel there.
*really loud whistling*
*pulls out a megaphones* NEW POST IS UP!
Mostly it just finished off the sortie. Don't feel like you have to reply, as I didn't leave it especially open for them, but feel free to whack something up on the other hand if you want to.
I'll get another one up in a shorter time than normal to get us up to date on the overall situation, and set us up for another mission too, as that will likely be easier to get some replies to.
Within seconds, the temporary airstrip and it's surrounding facilities had been turned into smoking rubble. The remaining survivors were shaken and scattered, and absorbed themselves with the task of aiding the wounded, or getting whatever they could out of the wreckage after the double-whammy airstrike had shredded the place.
In the whirling melee of the dogfight, things escalated quickly. Scott was relieved to hear Austin chime in, pushing his F-15 into an attacking posture. The Rafales' pilot was obviously skilful, and more than aware of the strengths of his impressive mount. Using the delta-jets' agility, he followed Marcianos' plane through its' evasive manoeuvers with impressive grace, but the fixation on the swing-wing interceptor proved to be his weakness as Austins' AMRAAM closed in. Chaff and flares blossomed from the french-made aircraft, as it hauled into evasive patterns away from the incoming missile.
Meanwhile, Scott slalomed the ASF-14 through hard turns and banks to keep the highly agile SU-37 on his nose. A Sukhoi chasing a Sukhoi made for an extremely high-energy dogfight, as even the basic SU-27 was a highly agile plane. All of its' descendants only ramped up those aspects. And while the F-14 had its' strengths, even the enhanced version Scott and St. Helen flew couldn't perform miracles. Nonethe less, the naval aviator kept his aircraft on the tail of the jet locking up his wingman, grunting as he hauled the plane through punishing moves. Finally the reticle blinked red for his AIM-9's, and he fired a Sidewinder with a cry of 'Fox Two!' over the mic. Almost immediately the SU-37 broke off the pursuit, blurting flares and chaff as it pulled hard evasive moves, leaving Charnel free of attackers.
The SU-37 pulled into a super-hard banking climb, and evaded the majority of the missile - though the proximity fuse was armed, and the detonatation tore a chunk out of one of the horizontal stabilizers.
The Rafale suffered a similar fate; pulling hard after releasing its' decoys, the AMRAAM twisted to follow, the french-made jet sliding just outside the turn with a gleam of sunlight and streams of vapour shrouding its' upper surface in the hard turn. The AIM-120's warhead detonated moments later, riddling the portside wing with shrapnel, but the plane still keeping airborn through luck and guts.
Both planes ditched their loads moments later, and then headed for the deck at high speed, egressing the area.
"They're running!" called St. Helen over the radio. "Should we follow?"
Scott checked their fuel, and then looked over the situation. Part of him wanted to chase them down, but the defence of the local area was of more importance. He had little doubt that the Major would have more need of help, and there were other sorties waiting.
"Not this time," he said with reluctance, over the general channel. "We'll get 'em another time. Right now, let's RTB and prepare for our next sortie. I've got no doubt it'll be coming soon".
He pulled the F-14 around on a course back to their temporary base, waiting for the others to form up as he reached a cruising altitude.
"Good job, everyone," he said over the radio as he waited for them to settle into formation. "We hit 'em hard, and even managed to drive off those mercs. Reckon they'll be back again though, and not before too long now they know we're here too. Sure we'll be busy over the next few days, but keep up what happened today, and it'll all be good, over".
In the whirling melee of the dogfight, things escalated quickly. Scott was relieved to hear Austin chime in, pushing his F-15 into an attacking posture. The Rafales' pilot was obviously skilful, and more than aware of the strengths of his impressive mount. Using the delta-jets' agility, he followed Marcianos' plane through its' evasive manoeuvers with impressive grace, but the fixation on the swing-wing interceptor proved to be his weakness as Austins' AMRAAM closed in. Chaff and flares blossomed from the french-made aircraft, as it hauled into evasive patterns away from the incoming missile.
Meanwhile, Scott slalomed the ASF-14 through hard turns and banks to keep the highly agile SU-37 on his nose. A Sukhoi chasing a Sukhoi made for an extremely high-energy dogfight, as even the basic SU-27 was a highly agile plane. All of its' descendants only ramped up those aspects. And while the F-14 had its' strengths, even the enhanced version Scott and St. Helen flew couldn't perform miracles. Nonethe less, the naval aviator kept his aircraft on the tail of the jet locking up his wingman, grunting as he hauled the plane through punishing moves. Finally the reticle blinked red for his AIM-9's, and he fired a Sidewinder with a cry of 'Fox Two!' over the mic. Almost immediately the SU-37 broke off the pursuit, blurting flares and chaff as it pulled hard evasive moves, leaving Charnel free of attackers.
The SU-37 pulled into a super-hard banking climb, and evaded the majority of the missile - though the proximity fuse was armed, and the detonatation tore a chunk out of one of the horizontal stabilizers.
The Rafale suffered a similar fate; pulling hard after releasing its' decoys, the AMRAAM twisted to follow, the french-made jet sliding just outside the turn with a gleam of sunlight and streams of vapour shrouding its' upper surface in the hard turn. The AIM-120's warhead detonated moments later, riddling the portside wing with shrapnel, but the plane still keeping airborn through luck and guts.
Both planes ditched their loads moments later, and then headed for the deck at high speed, egressing the area.
"They're running!" called St. Helen over the radio. "Should we follow?"
Scott checked their fuel, and then looked over the situation. Part of him wanted to chase them down, but the defence of the local area was of more importance. He had little doubt that the Major would have more need of help, and there were other sorties waiting.
"Not this time," he said with reluctance, over the general channel. "We'll get 'em another time. Right now, let's RTB and prepare for our next sortie. I've got no doubt it'll be coming soon".
He pulled the F-14 around on a course back to their temporary base, waiting for the others to form up as he reached a cruising altitude.
"Good job, everyone," he said over the radio as he waited for them to settle into formation. "We hit 'em hard, and even managed to drive off those mercs. Reckon they'll be back again though, and not before too long now they know we're here too. Sure we'll be busy over the next few days, but keep up what happened today, and it'll all be good, over".
Great post - I'll get my reply up tomorrow!
I came across this earlier on today, and thought it may be relevant too -
united states air force looking to turn on to supersonic mercenaries
I came across this earlier on today, and thought it may be relevant too -
united states air force looking to turn on to supersonic mercenaries
Yeah, you could've been remarking on a collab for anything, especially given that you post often in the OOC about whatever you're up to (which isn't a complaint, more of an observation).
But if you're both working on a collab related to the current (i.e. not the one I'm due to put up) GM post, I will hold off until you're finished, since you say you're almost done.
(Also gives me a chance to finish watching Macross 7...)
But if you're both working on a collab related to the current (i.e. not the one I'm due to put up) GM post, I will hold off until you're finished, since you say you're almost done.
(Also gives me a chance to finish watching Macross 7...)
Uhh...I'm doing a Collab with Uruk?
uhhh... neither of you told me, so how would I know?
post shall be up in a bit.
If your post is going to be up within the next couple of hours, I'll hold off on the IC until later.
Fair warning though; I understand that you're busy with RL stuff, but you do seem to be the one seriously dragging your heels at the moment.
I understand RL comes first, but you might want to rethink joining in if you can't make the minimum of 1 post per week in the IC.
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