Hello! I'm superservo27! Call me that or any variation thereof. I like sci-fi. Seriously, of all the RPs I've been in (as of this writing, January 2018), only two weren't Scifi in some capacity. I like a lot of stuff. If I went through it all, it'd be an ungodly amount of text. It also fluctuates on a sometimes daily basis.
And then I fired again. And then I missed. And then I fired, and then I fired, and I missed. I missed both times. And then I fired. And I missed. This went on for several hours. And then I fired. And then I missed. And then I was out of bullets. And then I got sad. I had a popsicle. And then I passed out in the snow. Then I woke up, and then I reloaded. And then I fired. And then I missed. I missed again. I fired. I hit something, but it wasn't what I was going for, so I guess I missed. I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was firing at something. I missed. I threw up a snowball at 'em! I missed. I packed another snowball into my gun. That's my secret weapon. I missed. Yeah, she's really something. I threw a snowball at her. I missed. I passed out. I woke up with a popsicle stick in my mouth. Don't piss me off, woman! I'll take a swing at you! I'll miss though. I guarantee ya. And I'll take another swing, and I'll miss. And then I'll have myself a popsicle. Would you care for a popsicle? Just don't bring it into the sauna. I reached into the fridge for another popsicle. I missed. I got the cabbage. I put it back, but I missed. I dropped it on the floor. Long story short - missed.
It is several months after the Battle of Typhon, where SRS Pilot Jack Cooper destroyed the Ark and saved the Milita home world of Harmony. Now, the Militia is looking for more troops and you could be selected to become a Pilot. Join now and help defend the Frontier. This is your chance to hear this sweet words, "Standby for Titanfall."
As you can see, this is a Titanfall RP, where you can take the role of a Pilot working for the Militia, or IMC, or Apex Predators. Whatever you want to do within reason, you can do. Be civil and use the character sheet.
Name: Age: Gender: Nationality: Text Color: Height: Weight: Physical description (put a picture if you want, no anime) Personality/Attitude: Skills/Talents: Favourites/Likes: Most Hated/Dislikes: Goals/Ambitions: Strengths: Weaknesses: Fears: Hobbies/Interests:
In addition, if you use a Titan, include what class it is. You can use all classes but if you do, include a call sign like so: Echo X-ray 1234(EX-1234). Use this link if you need help with letters.
Autocannon= a fast firing gun that fires explosive shells, as opposed to bullets 2 missile launchers, one that holds 15 long range missiles and one that holds 40 medium range missiles The 15 count launcher reloads faster, but does less damage The 40 launcher reloads slower so it functions more of an ultimate
I see. That's ~20 minutes wasted. I just wanted to recreate Tone, and those were the closest I got. Same equipment, though? It's just a gun, a flare launcher, and missiles, it's a simple concept.
He pressed a button to deactivate the voice modulator."Of course. Can I have a Coke? It's my favorite soda. I'm glad you offered. It's so hard to find some." His modulator slowly shut down as he walked toward the dining room. After his scroll analyzed and confirmed the air was breathable, he took off his mask. "It's handy but sometimes I really don't like that mask. Anyway, you've probably already run voice recognition and are running face recognition so you know who I am, but who are you?" he questioned as he stepped into the room.
Hello! I'm superservo27! Call me that or any variation thereof.
I like sci-fi. Seriously, of all the RPs I've been in (as of this writing, January 2018), only two weren't Scifi in some capacity. I like a lot of stuff. If I went through it all, it'd be an ungodly amount of text. It also fluctuates on a sometimes daily basis.
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And then I fired again. And then I missed. And then I fired, and then I fired, and I missed. I missed both times. And then I fired. And I missed. This went on for several hours. And then I fired. And then I missed. And then I was out of bullets. And then I got sad. I had a popsicle. And then I passed out in the snow. Then I woke up, and then I reloaded. And then I fired. And then I missed. I missed again. I fired. I hit something, but it wasn't what I was going for, so I guess I missed. I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was firing at something. I missed. I threw up a snowball at 'em! I missed. I packed another snowball into my gun. That's my secret weapon. I missed. Yeah, she's really something. I threw a snowball at her. I missed. I passed out. I woke up with a popsicle stick in my mouth. Don't piss me off, woman! I'll take a swing at you! I'll miss though. I guarantee ya. And I'll take another swing, and I'll miss. And then I'll have myself a popsicle. Would you care for a popsicle? Just don't bring it into the [i]sauna[/i]. I reached into the fridge for another popsicle. I missed. I got the cabbage. I put it back, but I missed. I dropped it on the floor. Long story short - missed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello! I'm superservo27! Call me that or any variation thereof.<br>I like sci-fi. Seriously, of all the RPs I've been in (as of this writing, January 2018), only two weren't Scifi in some capacity. I like a lot of stuff. If I went through it all, it'd be an ungodly amount of text. It also fluctuates on a sometimes daily basis. <br><br><div class="hider-panel"><div class="hider-heading"><button type="button" class="btn btn-default btn-xs hider-button" data-name="The best copypasta ever">The best copypasta ever [+]</button></div><div class="hider-body" style="display: none">And then I fired again. And then I missed. And then I fired, and then I fired, and I missed. I missed both times. And then I fired. And I missed. This went on for several hours. And then I fired. And then I missed. And then I was out of bullets. And then I got sad. I had a popsicle. And then I passed out in the snow. Then I woke up, and then I reloaded. And then I fired. And then I missed. I missed again. I fired. I hit something, but it wasn't what I was going for, so I guess I missed. I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was firing at something. I missed. I threw up a snowball at 'em! I missed. I packed another snowball into my gun. That's my secret weapon. I missed. Yeah, she's really something. I threw a snowball at her. I missed. I passed out. I woke up with a popsicle stick in my mouth. Don't piss me off, woman! I'll take a swing at you! I'll miss though. I guarantee ya. And I'll take another swing, and I'll miss. And then I'll have myself a popsicle. Would you care for a popsicle? Just don't bring it into the <span class="bb-i">sauna</span>. I reached into the fridge for another popsicle. I missed. I got the cabbage. I put it back, but I missed. I dropped it on the floor. Long story short - missed.</div></div></div>