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STATUS: Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting? 7 yrs ago
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7 yrs ago
Current Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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8 yrs ago
Pizza is a main course, but is also a pie. Therefore, I can eat pizza as my meal and have another pizza as my dessert.
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8 yrs ago
When I need a left sock, there is none. When I don't need one, there is a surplus. I think the world is toying with me.
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8 yrs ago
Sunny days are meant to be spent in a dark room surfing the net and watching series in netflix.
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8 yrs ago
Eating a stick of butter is not as fun as it sounds to be.
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I am Searat
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.

My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)

As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.

Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.

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In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Ah, it seems that the little one didn't back down. Suddenly, things got a tad bit more interesting as he saw her defiance to his teasing. Well, it takes two to tango.

Oz offered his own smug smirk back at the little girl. "Not all of it, Kat. Just your share, cause you did say that eating butts are gross." He holds up his hands to reveal the three skewers that were meant to be her share. The roast meat steaming enticingly in the air. It may not have been the best meat or cut ever, but hunger is one helluva spice. He even waved the three skewers in front of the small priestess, letting the aroma waft over her. She may deny not wanting to eat any of the butt meat, but her body wouldn't. "Perhaps, perhaps. But I don't deny that this meal was one of the better meals of the trip." Oz lets out a faux breath of disappointment as he abruptly moves the skewers away from the priestess. "Alas, I cannot allow you to valiantly guard the camp alone. It would be simply too dangerous." That and he didn't trust the mystery man at the springs. "Thus I volunteer to stay and guard the camp with you. The rest can go enjoy the springs."

In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Things went better than expected.

But Oz knew better. Things tended to get real cozy and comfortable before something struck and made things shit again. But this small reprieve was more than welcomed. The smell of roasting butt meat and pinewood smoke relaxed his body and encouraged his appetite. The warmth of the flame and calm and serene silence between him and the boys, plus one girl, was profoundly relaxing. He could already feel the worries and fatigue he had accumulated ebb away. Perhaps this was the party? The one party where he wouldn't be a transient member in. The one that will finally get him to settle down and keep a permanent position in it as their ranger and scout?

Nah, unlikely. This was probably a one-time thing and as soon as they were finished, the party would disband and he would be back to being his old self. Tagging along with any other group that needed a ranger or just going solo...but the notion of it left a pit growing in his stomach and a wrenching feeling in his heart.

A sudden and sharp crack and pop of the fire brought him back to the present. He shook his head side to side gently to get the thought of it out of his mind and instead takes note of the food they were cooking. "If the old man taught me anything, he taught me how to instinctively know when the meat is done. And I say the meat is done." Oscar smiles and takes a stick of the flame-roasted monkey butt meat and waited for it to cool down before taking a hearty chunk out of it. It was not the best roast meat Oz he had eaten, that rank is forever held by the old man's kebabs, but this was not half bad. A few times the meat nearly slipped off the stick as Oz battled with his meal. But it was an enjoyable meal none the less.

It was around this time that the small one appeared from the darkness. In an instant, Oz's free hand was on the grip of his machete, and ready to fight...but he soon relaxed as he saw that their intruder was just the priestess. Rather refreshed from her trip to the hot springs. She seemed ecstatic at first but she instantly remembered that the party was eating butt meat and she didn't like that idea and clearly voiced her disgust and disappointment with the party. Causing the ranger to openly laugh as he caught her lingering gaze on an untouched stick of monkey butt roast as well as her not so thinly veiled lie. "Oh, is that so? Sad to hear that you aren't interested in eating your share of the meat. It actually isn't that bad." Oz says as he finishes off his share and tossing the sticks into the fire as extra kindling. It was time to teach her a lesson in lying by teasing the poor girl a little. "C'est La Vie. I suppose you are content to only have some bland and dry crackers instead for dinner tonight." The ranger then acts as if he were going to gather up Katya's share of the meat and distribute it among the boys and Ettamri. "More us then. Who wants extra?" He asks enthusiastically to the rest of the party.

In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Edward Marsh



Ed waited and waited and waited for the bandits to arrive and ransack the burial mound. But after the first five minutes or so, the bandits didn't seem to be actually interested in entering. The young ratman let out a sigh of relief as he finally let himself breath a little more easily. Perhaps they didn't need to encounter the bandits, after all, they were at a disadvantage in regards to numbers, equipment, and probably skill. Slinking out of the shadowy corner of the room, he approaches the entrance of the structure and focuses [Beast Sense II] on his sense of hearing first. He had to make sure that the bandits were not actively moving outside. Then he would focus on his sense of smell, as with the tall grass outside likely obscuring the bandits, enhancing his vision would do little. He would try to single out the smells of the kobolds and, if possible, the two armed humanoids he saw from earlier. Ed could probably single out the odors of the bandits after a small span of time. Whether or not they bathed, their smell would likely be distinctly different from the smell of the grassland and fresh air.

Once done with identifying if the bandits outside were still moving via hearing and if they were actually still there judging from the smell, Ed would try to go outside and scout. Looking for a way out of their current predicament, without alerting the bandits to their presence. If nothing else, confirm the positions of the bandits. So, at the very least, he could relay this information to Asteria and formulate a plan on how they were going to deal with them. Quickly shaking off the feeling of fear, Ed kept his body crouched down and near the ground to avoid being spotted easily. Then Ed walked slowly out of the barrow. [Muffle II] at the ready in the off chance of a bandit detecting him.



In I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes! → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Edward Marsh



Huh, so Kobolds are similar to goblins. That's good to know, System. Ed thought to himself as he slips into the structure. If they were like the goblins from the cave, they could be easily dealt with if they have the preemptive strike. Though he didn't get to see the other one. The system said that it was similar to a goblin as well, but was a little too broad and tall, so Ed could only assume that it was something of a variant or an offshoot of a goblin. Though he didn't dwell on the thought for long, the bandits were coming soon and their chances of being found out was increasing by each passing moment.

He approaches Asteria and whispers softly to her but, while doing so, activates [Beast Sense II] and focuses on his hearing and taking occasional glances to the entryway. "Hey. So, uh...I got good news and bad news. The bad news is that there are kobolds and a couple of armed dudes not too far away outside..." Ed pursed his lips inward out of embarrassment. "aaaaaand I kinda only noticed last minute that they were near." They did manage to get this close while he nodded off at some point during his watch. Probably when he convinced himself that he was warm and it was cosy up there. Probably. "The good news is that they don't know that we're here. So if we choose to hide, we can deal with them in their sleep and take all their stuff." Ed tried to look on the bright side of the situation. "But, before you get mad at me or anything, we should probably hide first. The bandits could enter any minute now." Ed looked for the darkest and most secluded corner the room had and quietly crouched in it. Only activating [Muffle II] when the bandits actually entered to avoid detection.



In WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The pale-skinned man gulped anxiously as the Rogue Trader approached him and gaze upon him and his dishevelled uniform. Sweat had begun to accumulate on his brow as he did his best to display himself proudly in front of the older man. His heart sank, the pit in his stomach grew deeper, and the first few beads of sweat dripped down his brow as he was chided for his dishevelled appearance. "Are you not ashamed?" Oh Goose was. Lesser men would be blushing as red as a tomato by now. Not only was this their first meeting with one another, but this was also going to be the lasting impression he would give to the Rogue Trader. And by the Emperor, he screwed the pooch on that aspect.

"Apologies, Lord Rogue Trader. I will do my best not to do this again." The statement was completely and whole-heartedly true. This was akin to his first day of training when he was still a fresh recruit. Unprepared, dishevelled, and disrespectful. He was lucky that the training officer thought him more valuable alive than dead. She only had him beaten bloody and senseless in front of the others for an hour and a half. A far better alternative considering he saw some other schmuck act up later that day and he got a laspistol blast to the head. Though one thing was for sure about the two events.

Goose learned from it.

As the rogue trader explained their first stop was some dustbowl planet named Nionus - 712. Great. Of all the conditions he had ever fought in, Sandy environments were only second to places with salty water. To normal folk, sand was simply something course and mildly irritating at times. Not for Goose. Having a bionic arm meant that it was routine for him to maintain, clean, and lubricate it three times each week. Not only is sand a difficult substance to remove from the nooks and crannies of his bionic arm, but it also causes malfunctions when they get into the more delicate parts of his arm. Random contractions/extensions, delayed reaction, and even outright failure of response. Shit on a shingle, this was going to be a rough first mission.

The rogue trader then finishes his briefing and tells them that they will meet in the bridge of the ship once they have found their quarters in the ship. And with that, the veteran guardsman leaves and heads back to gather his belongings. Once he was sure that he was out of sight and mind of the Arbites guarding the junction, the man bolted and ran straight back to his rented room. There he finally relaxed and removed his medals and ribbons and returned them to their case before removing his parade uniform. It was barely the echo of the pristine condition it was an hour ago. Goose let out a disappointed sigh before sitting down on the bed and takes out a sewing kit from the large olive-coloured duffle bag at the foot of it. He was surprisingly dexterous with his hands, both organic and bionic, as he stitched up the tears and cuts of his uniform. In a few minutes, the physical damage sustained was now near impossible to notice unless you actively looked for the stitchings. The stains could be cleaned on a later time.

Satisfied, Goose tucks the uniform away and brings out his BDU and begins to don it. Admittedly, the former guardsman felt more comfortable in the standard-issue uniform than any other clothing he owned. Afterwards, he gathers his things and heads out to the Rogue Trader's ship. There was a map given along with the paperwork to help them locate and navigate the ship itself. Good thing Gustave was taught how both read and write back when he got his first promotion. Can't have a squad leader who can't read orders and write reports, you know? It takes the man longer than he wanted to but he eventually finds the docking station for the ship. Now the hard part: Navigating a ship itself and finding his quarters and the bridge.

Seeing the, almost literal, labyrinthine halls and corridors of the ship discouraged the man. "Emperor, guide me..." Gustave uttered as he steps into the ship and does his best to understand the map before promptly getting lost for the next hour.
In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


They were separated.

And the other half was with some mysterious stranger that made Oscar's hair stand on end.

Worst of all, Katya was with them!

The thought caused the usually jolly ranger to frown and knit his eyebrows tightly as he let out an exasperated and irritated breath while helping the others set up the tents and whatnot for the camp. This whole situation was practically gushing out bad vibes to the ranger. Like a spring-loaded trap just waiting for some unsuspecting schmuck to trigger it and blow up in their face. He should have done something earlier, but regrets only happen in the end. He couldn't do anything about it now. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." Oscar muttered to himself as the mist practically gave him zero visibility farther than five meters. This was the kind of environment where ambushes and surprise attacks would be perfect. He was sure of it; he would do the same if enemies camped in this kind of place after all. Oscar paced around the camp perimeter to collect both his thoughts and some sticks for kindling. While he collected sticks and his thoughts to rationalize an outcome where they don't get killed when they are most vulnerable by the stranger. An intrusive thought shot through his mind. A visceral image of their bodies scattered on snow stained crimson, each mangled beyond recognition and in the process of freezing solid. The mysterious figure standing before the gruesome scene, grinning ear to ear as it cackles demonically as it revels at the sight. All their efforts and hardships; all for nothing just cause they got caught when they least expected it.

THUNK!

The ranger slammed his balled fist onto a pine tree he was gathering at, a fierce hate ridden scowl replacing the frown on his face.

...that disappeared just as quickly as it appeared as a clump of snow fell atop his bare head. Apparently, the force from the sudden and powerful strike was enough to jostle the tree and cause what little snow that accumulated on the higher branches to fall down; as if nature herself was telling the ranger to cool his head before he made any brash decisions. Slowly but surely, the man calmed himself and reassured himself that things would be alright if they played it safe. As the icy cold waters of melted snow dripped from the top of his head to the bottom of his chin, the calm and jovial demeanor returned. Now more relaxed, Oscar approaches the horses and lets them have their well-deserved rest. As was feeding the horses the hay and letting them eat clumps of snow to rehydrate, the Knightess appeared suddenly from the mist. "Done already, Ettamri? Rather quick." He comments to her offhandedly as he piles the hay and snow for the horses to eat before trying to fulfill the large woman's request of a campfire.

In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Oscar stood vigilant atop the carriage.

Not letting the silhouette of their unknown visitor out of his sight for even a second. As far as his knowledge went, this person was not completely saying the truth when claiming to be a 'mere pilgrim'. Especially considering that going alone this far outside of the walled city was a death sentence and that he seemed to be packing light for a someone journeying this far. Not even the craziest of rangers would be willing to go off alone in this kind of weather or conditions. This encounter was giving strong off vibes to the ranger. It seemed that the Fiend Knight and Wizard had similar feelings as they kept on guard, even after Ettamri signed to them that things would be fine.

He had to disobey an order from their party leader. He chose to keep his stance atop the driver's seat and keep overwatch over the figure in the distance. "For once, I agree with you. Something isn't right..." Oscar whispered to the huffy fiend knight.

In Post a random fact about yourself. → 7 yrs ago Forum: Spam Forum
This is my 1000th post and I'm spending it on a topic in the Spam Forum.
A post well spent, I say.
In WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The former Imperial Guard Sargeant had worn his best attire for the meeting with the Rogue Trader. He had woken up a number of hours earlier this day just to prepare his parade uniform and even used his fanciest and most expensive lubricant on his bionic arm. Goose looked at the dark blue blazer that proudly displayed the accolades he had earned in his years of service. A number of ribbons decorated the breasts of the coat including a handful of medals. The Eagle Ordinary, The Medallion Crimson, The Steel Aquila, and The Hellhound's Skull. All of which he held with great pride and honor. All but one. He carefully grabs and inspects the one medal he wished he never had. The Tripple Skull medal. A reminder that he was one of the last hellhounds of the 78th. He quickly shook off the thought and pinned it none the less on the blazer. This was the first and possibly the only time he would be able to make a good impression with the Rogue Trader as well as the others that the Rogue Trader had requested to meet.

After Goose had finally polished all of his medals and straightened his coat he decided that he looked and felt prepared for the meeting. That is until he saw the clock. He was lost in preparation that he failed to realize that he had only half an hour left to reach the suite. "Ah crap." and with that, the man dashed out of his quarters and into the halls of the space station. One would think that the muscular Gustave would be as agile as a Taurox APC. Well, one would be wrong. The well-dressed man navigated himself through the crowded passageways of the space station almost gracefully. Almost. One misplaced fruit peel sent him careening through a glass window of one of the numerous bars in the station. The patrons seated where Goose landed were not happy. Goose was even more so as his attire was now stained with various foodstuffs. Goose attempted to be the better man and apologize and pay for the damages, but a fist to the face threw that option out of the window just as quickly as Goose threw one of them out of one.

Thirty-two minutes and one partially destroyed bar later, Goose finally managed to reach the station in between the more wealthy parts of the station. The Arbites squad stationed there eyed up Goose suspiciously. For good reason, no doubt. Gustave's once pristine and clean attire was wrinkled, torn, and stained by both food, drink, and some splotches of blood in some areas. His face bore a few fresh cuts, bruises and scratches. But he still looked rather presentable...kind of. "Uhh...looking to go somewhere?" An Arbite said as he placed a gloved hand atop his shock maul cautiously. "Yes. To the Windsor Suite. I have a meeting with the Rogue Trader." the somewhat dishevelled man hands over his papers and key card. Even as they read through and confirmed the validity of the papers, they still eyed the man with distrust. Goose taking note of this, reassures them. "Ah, don't worry about the blood. It was from a little misunderstanding from earlier...It's not even mine." He chuckles as he glances around to look for a clock and sees that he is already three minutes or so late. Things were already going downhill and he wasn't even in the meeting area yet. The Arbites talk among themselves before finally one of them approaches Goose and returns his paperwork and keycard. "Your papers are in order. You may pass, but if you cause problems...Throne have mercy on you for we will not." Goose, seemingly not understanding the gravity of the threat, simply gives the Arbites a smile and a nod before heading off to find the Windsor Suite.

The difference between the districts was as clear as night and day. The drab and gloomy atmosphere was completely replaced with a bright and elegant one. The veteran guardsman was in complete awe and did his best to burn the sights he saw into his memory as this may be the first and last time he would be able to see this. Majority of the district's denizens looked at him in a mix of confusion and disgust. How could a person who looks and acts like him be even allowed a kilometer of the district? Much to their awe and disbelief when Goose approached the Windsor Suite and actually entered it. As he went past the doors, he did his best to make his attire a more presentable and tried to rub off the stains of the food, drink, and blood that stained his person. Safe to say that it did next to nothing, and likely just stained his attire to a further extent. Three people were already there but none of them looked like they matched the Rogue Trader title. So he assumed that they were the others that the Rogue Trader had requested to meet. Well time to make a good first impression with his colleagues.

Like the thousands of times before, Goose stood tall and gave them all a firm salute and introduces himself. "Sargeant Gustave Boucher of the 78th Bristonian Hellhounds! A pleasure to meet all of you!"
In Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



The ranger openly frowned at the sight of his party mates savenging their fellow Silver Moon soldiers. The act itself was necessary, Oscar knew full well that weapons and equipment would be better utilized by the living rather than the dead and may full well help save a life, but the act in itself did not sit well with him. He did not voice his discontent with the actions done, but simply walked back to the carriage and leaned upon its side while he awaited his companions to finish their grim task before they, once again, set off into the cold and unforgiving wilderness.

The small priestess was the first to return to the carriage, quiet and a sullen look on her face. One didn't need to be a psychologist to recognize that what transpired would have a lasting effect on the young girl. Oscar approaches her and takes a seat beside her. There was a few moments of silence shared between the two. But after thinking for a brief moment, the ranger decides to talk to the crestfallen priestess. Hoping, that in a way, he could relieve the burden that was never meant to be carried by a child. "You did a fine job back there, Katya. If I hadn't known better, I'd say you were an experienced priest." Oscar tried to smile but couldn't manage to even give a smirk; he knew it would come out forced. None of them were happy about this occurrence, most especially Katya considering her age and this being her first-ever adventure. "I...I know that you feel sad, but what you did for them? They're grateful for it." Oscar gestures to the ash, gently being blown away by the wind. "They're free now. They don't have to suffer anymore...and that's because of you, Katya. You helped them find rest. You helped them find peace." The thought garners a genuine smile from the ranger. "As expected from the bestest priestess the party has." Oscar hops off from his seat beside Katya and asks her to look at him in the eyes. "Katya, just remember. Things may seem hard now, but it gets easier." He echoed the words of his mentor when he just began training to become a ranger. "Everyday it gets a little easier, but you gotta believe that it gets easier everyday. That's the hard part." Oscar takes off his favorite wide-brimmed hat and sets it upon her head before giving her an award-winning grin. "But it does get easier."

And with that, the ranger returned to his position beside the priestess and regales her the tales of his adventures. Some when he went solo, some when he joined Renauld's old party, and others when he joined other parties...well...modified stories he found appropriate to share with the priestess where he left out the more tragic or gory parts of the story. This regaling lasted until they needed to go.

The whole trip was terrible. From what Oscar could surmise, everyone was having an absolutely horrid time. His arse felt every little pebble the snow-covered road had. And to make matters even worse, the carriage nearly lost a wheel when the load proved too great a burden for the ice they traversed. He could still feel his pulse race when he thought about it. The night was creeping in, and the frost slowly building up on his facial hair was signs that the temperature would soon be an issue if they don't find a place covered enough to camp again without risk of freezing to death.

This wasn't about the money anymore. This was simply trying to survive long enough to get back to the city alive. To make matters worse, something smelled terrible. Oscar thought that his party mates affected by the fecal matter flinging aboms had long washed themselves of the foul-smelling substance. It was so bad that even the frost accumulating on his facial hair started to melt. Wait. What? It was then the ranger was sent back to reality and soon realized that the stench was coming from a warm and misty place. It was the hot springs the knightess had mentioned! They were close, they could literally feel and smell it. Soon they could hear the bubbling sounds and felt the humidity dampening their hair. Katya had hopped off and ran towards the hot spring. It was refreshing to see that the little priestess had returned to her more jovial state.

Splash!

Then something entered the spring waters. The whole party froze in their tracks as they did not expect this to happen. This was supposed to be their break. But there was something or someone in the spring and they could not visually identify from this distance. The mist from the spring made it even more difficult to discern if this was a friend or a foe. Oscar let go of the reigns and slowly brought out his bow and nocked an arrow ready to be let loose to the silhouette. Katya was still a significant distance ahead of them when they had stopped. This will turn into a difficult situation if the mystery figure proved itself to be a threat. "Someone get Katya out of there." The ranger whispered to whoever could hear him. His eyes never leaving the silhouette and his body ready to shoot.

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