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3 yrs ago
Current AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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4 yrs ago
Dude, it's called method acting. If Daniel Day Lewis can do it, so can you. Idiot
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5 yrs ago
"I HAVE NO BAN AND I MUST CRINGE." Rest in peace to the last of the good men in this world. I will shed a thousand tears and pour a hundred 40s of Olde English.
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Armenia - Precipice of War 2017



France - New Earth Oracle



Korea - Our World in Turmoil



Mexico - Precipice of War 2020



New York City - Fallout: War Never Changes III



Persia - The Ghost of Napoleon

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Carantathraiel said
Then its my browser. It changed on my phone, but on my desktop, its still the elf with the sword. Stupid browser. Git yer shit together.


Firefox master race.
I think it depends on the type of RP you're doing. Although I like mine to be freer, with the powers-that-be guiding the plot into something happening (that is ultimately carried out by everyone.) It isn't specific micromanagement (kill that dude), but rather funneling action into a desired story (the enemy is cutting off your escape to the rear: what do.)
For reference:

Name: Abdulahim "Abdi" Hassan
Occupation: Army Marksman
Bio: Abdi Hassan was born to a family of accountants in Berbera in Somalia, Earth - the youngest of three boys (the elder two being twins four years older than him.) From an early age he learned to sail alongside his father in the calm seas off the coast, developing an affinity for the activity that would continue into his later years. By the age of ten, his parents had managed to settle themselves in well in the Berbera financial community, eventually owning a modest house on the ocean and allowing Abdi to go to one of the better schools in the city. With all signs pointing for Abdi to go into college and study business like his parents, he managed to perform well in his mathematics and management classes until his eldest brothers had both been conscripted and sent alongside a MEU onboard a destroyer somewhere in the galaxy. With the sudden realization that the government needed more men, Abdi began to forget about finance and started to focus more on current events. He began to realize that he was going to be conscripted sooner or later.

When he finished his schooling, Abdi's 18th birthday would mark the beginning of his entrance into the conscription lottery. Not satisfied to wait until his number was called, Abdi convinced his parents to let him enlist on his own - after all, the rumor was that volunteers would get better privileges and a career path waiting for them. And so the day after his birthday, he walked down to the recruiter's office in the city and wrote his name down. A week later, he was flown to Johannesburg for Basic Recruit Training (Africa.) There, Abdi managed to perform to the standards expected of him, but with one exception: he was a born marksman. Passing the test with flying colors, Abdi was marked for Advanced Combat Designated Marksman School, where he spent a week after Infantry School learning to operate the UNSC's M392 DMR rifle, with which he would be equipped with during his stint as squad marksman. In addition, familiarity with the BR55 rifle used by the Marine Corps was taught. With that training, he was shipped to Reach to reinforce the military forces there.

For two years, he drilled and trained for combat, but nothing happened. He was promoted to Specialist in the Spring of 2552, and continued his routine of training for a war that would certainly be coming. Despite his inability to leave the planet, he still maintained contact with his family and his brothers - who turned out to be guarding fuel refineries around a classified gas giant - and believed that maybe the war wasn't so desperate after all. At the time of the invasion, he was assigned to the 41st Reach BCT stationed at Ft. Árpád just kilometers east of New Alexandria.
Okay. OP's link is in the title.
I do a lot of mountain biking. It's fun. The vast majority of my injury stories come out of my biking experiences.
Pepperm1nts said
I used to think going running while it was cool was better. Decided to do it and quickly found out how much harder it becomes to breath. Maybe it was a personal problem, I don't know.


Yeah, when your throat gets cold and like, dries. It sucks. Running while it's warmer is way better.
Pepperm1nts said
Takin' clothes off needlessly, the douchiest of the douches.


Except when it's 50 degrees warmer than usual. Feels amazing.
Dinh AaronMk said
fuk u.I wish it was that warm here. I want to open the window.


I just ran four miles without a shirt, Aaron. You can suck on it.
53 degrees? Time to go running.
Dinh AaronMk said
Generally my experience in playing with RPs set in a pre-engineered universe - such as say: Fallout - that it's often set after the events of the current situation in the series. In one such instance I was involved in an RP set ten or twenty years after the Battle of Hoover Dam and we were charged with exploring the Fallout world. And for the most part we were charged with writing within the canon of that RP's expected setting, which was based on one of the endings of the actual game; I think after an NCR victory at the dam.Meanwhile I managed to get to dick around on the East coast alone, with plans to meet up with a friend of mine to merge stories and later find a reason to kill all the weak characters on the west coast. But that plan stretched longer than the RP lived and I think it died. But all of what we were written was built on the pretense that what is canon happened and all we really had to do was figure out and project the consequences of what the Vault Dweller or Courier did onto a future canvas.That at least has been my experience.


Also MCF went to shit before we could do our thing. Maybe we can reboot it here.
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