TheMadAsshatter

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

People who can't spell properly. Especially on a forum with spell checking, like Jesus, how much effort does it take to look back through your post to make sure you spelled everything correctly!?!

I've been hanging out in the casual section for too long.

That one Space Bar

I'll have myself some rum and coke on the rocks. And while we're at it, a penny for your thoughts?

The Walking Dead: The Journey North [Chapter I]

Jacob turned when he heard Blake call out to him. He remembered the rifle Blake wanted to have cleaned and tuned up. He knew why; Blake wanted to go with whomever else would be heading North, and though he hadn't directly said it, he wanted the rifle to be in good shape to last the journey. He had cleaned it some time ago, though he had forgotten to inform him about it. "Ah, right, of course. I did everything you asked, along with a couple of things which should make everything a bit smoother without sacrificing dependability. All in all though, that rifle is pretty dependable, even without my working on it. I don't think you'll have anything to worry about." He gestured back towards his shop. "If you want it, it's in there," he said with a nod.

He continued walking towards the hospital, if you could really call it that. Even for a band of ramshackle survivors it was pretty makeshift, but it was functional at least. He figured Karen would want to make the trip, and it's not like Jacob disagreed, but he wanted to make sure of some things, and even help a bit in the planning process. Canada was pretty far away, even at it's closest point. It likely wasn't going to be an easy trip. Of course, Jacob figured he practically had no choice in going. He'd have to make sure all of the guns were working... but that also left those who would stay here without a gunsmith. He could just give every gun in the camp a thorough cleaning, maybe even re-finish them for added durability, but with how many weapons there were it would take at least two days of straight work. Still, it would probably take just as long to prepare for the journey.

Jacob entered the hospital and walked up to Karen's room, which happened to be quite populated already. He let himself in, but kept quiet, listening to the conversation at hand. He would save his own questions for later.

Dream Journal

This was a thread that I have seen on another forum, and I figured it would be cool to have one here. This is basically just a place to sit down and blabber about what dreams you had, or even make a story about them. I've always had a fascination with dreams, so yeah.

I had a dream last night that I was driving through Dallas, trying to get to some place I didn't really know, but I had a map. I was about to exit from my highway and join another when I noticed that the road ahead was completely flooded, as in what was once solid land and road was now a lake. Naturally, I started to take a detour, but it led me to the really ghetto part of Dallas. There came a point that I knew I wouldn't get around the lake without either walking or doubling back and taking another highway. So, I did the completely logical thing and got out and walked.

I got to the other side of the lake, but then I saw a group of ISIS troops moving out of a small drainage tunnel. I introduced myself as a journalist so as to avoid getting my ass shot off, and they took me in, though somewhat threateningly. I actually began to take a liking to some of them, so it was a shame that I was hatching a plan to kill them all; either that or get away and tell the CIA or something. I began to take count of their guns, finding about 6 AKs of various types, a couple of pistols and an uzi. I knew I was hopelessly outnumbered and outgunned, but they weren't being overtly hostile, so I figured I still had some time to make a plan.

One of the guys, who I noticed wasn't taking very kindly to my presence, began to threaten me with his rifle. I began to plead, but not too pitifully, for my life before he started firing shots at me. none of them hit, but by that point the guy whom I deduced was the head honcho shot him, then proceeded to use his AK and bayonet as a pike to stab the hell out of the other guy's back. I was just about to leave while no one else was looking, but then I was like "Ehh, fuck it, I'm having fun." I came back just in time to see a trio of other people show up making a "Hail Hitler" gesture, whom I deduced were neo-nazis. The conversation that went on between them and the boss of the ISIS group confirmed my suspicions, though I couldn't help but be skeptical. They didn't quite come off as neo-nazis, just a group of really punkish kids, complete with cheap leather jackets, black skinny jeans, crazy hairstyles and combat boots.

"This some new guy?" the lead punk asked, gesturing to me. I couldn't help but think she was hot, but I didn't get the chance to continue looking as the guy the ISIS leader stabbed to death became a zombie and tried to bite me. I threw him off and made a run for it, though I reconsidered once I realized I didn't have a weapon, so I went back. Two others had already turned and the punk kids were nowhere to be found, nor were any of the 6 fucking AKs I had counted before. I searched for an AK until one of the zombies started to chase me away. I managed to knock it over and stomp it's skull in before I decided to withdraw and flank around to one side. As I did so, the gunfire died down, and I succeeded in staying out of sight. As it turned out, the punk kids were hanging out where I came around. "You're an interesting one. Want to hang out with us?" the leader asked, brandishing a newly acquired AKMS. I came back with "In a minute, I need an AK."

I dropped off of a ledge next to an elevator shaft a few meters away from where the ISIS guys all were. As it turned out two were left; one with an AKS-74U and the other with an AKM. I approached them slowly and tried to come off as though I was trying to help, but then they blamed me for the zombies killing their friends before raising their AKs and shooting at me. I got hit in the shoulder, but being in an adrenaline rush, I barely felt it. I got inside the elevator shaft and waited for the guy with the 74U to come into sight before karate chopping his neck, kneeing him in the groin, then headbutting him until he went down. I grabbed his AK and sprayed the other guy down, making sure to double tap each of them in the head.

It was a fun dream.

ETU - College is Hell, quite literally.

Jake couldn't help but barely pay attention during the sermon, as he jokingly referred to it. Typical introductory stuff, nothing special in his mind. He had better things to do, like get drunk. He had heard about a party that was going to be starting soon, and Jake didn't want to miss it. He had a name to make for himself, and what better time to do it than the first booze bash of the year? Yeah, he was going to start with the parties as early as he could. He had people to meet; friends to make.

Jake noticed the girl take a few steps towards the middle of the room. He couldn't help but chuckle at her snarky shirt. Intelligent humor was something he appreciated, so he decided he'd actually pay attention for a bit. The mention of paintball games piqued his interest, especially when it was mentioned that they would be going up against the students in ROTC. He'd never played paintball before, so he figured it would be a fun time, as well as a good challenge. He made a mental note to visit the student center before the party to grab a sheet for that.

The rest of the sermon went by without anything of interest coming up. It's not like Jake wasn't aware of the wildlife in the area, not to mention how difficult the forests could be to navigate, though something about the way Emily said it bothered him. Maybe it was like James said, her just trying to scare the freshies. Hell, that's probably exactly what it was.

"Dude!" Eli said. "You done spacing? We got a party to get to." He and Jake had met during High School, and even though they weren't close friends, they had both graduated in 2013, and Eli was Jake's primary connection to the parties. Jake didn't even have a clue that Eli was here until he ran into him near his dorm room, and it was a good thing to. As far as social status went, Jake had managed to get a few steps ahead of the other freshmen. "Yeah man, let's get going," he said. He figured signing up for paintball could come later.

ETU - College is Hell, quite literally.

Wouldn't it make sense to have a map of the campus posted here, or at least a list of all of the buildings and areas?

The Walking Dead: The Journey North [Chapter I]

Jacob examined the bolt head of his AK carefully. He had noticed the other day while cleaning it that the firing pin was getting sticky. It probably wasn't a big deal, but Jacob didn't want to take the chance of having a slam fire incident. He used the small punch he had to push the small vertical axis pin out of place, allowing the firing pin to come free. It was easy to see the gunk that had been building up on the firing pin, along with inside it's chamber. It wasn't too surprising; an open space in a part of the gun that isn't regularly cleaned getting some residue buildup. Nothing some gun solvent, oil, and a q-tip couldn't fix.

Jacob dipped one end of a clean q-top into the cleaning solution before plunging it down the firing pin chamber. He made sure to do a thorough job of cleaning it out, since he couldn't really get a good look inside. He went through about 4 q-tips before moving on to the firing pin itself, which proved much more easy to clean, needing just a cloth and a dab of solvent to completely purge it of contaminants. He put the solvent away and took the bottle of oil, squeezing a few drops onto the sides of the firing pin before sliding it back into place. He began to search for the axis pin when he realized he forgot where he put it.

"You gotta be kidding," he muttered, setting the incomplete bolt aside and searching his table for the pin. He knew he wouldn't have put it anywhere other than somewhere easily accessible... right? After checking every part of the table within arms' reach, he began to check his pockets when he heard something small hit the floor next to his chair. "Oh," he said, realizing it must have slid off of his leg. He picked the small pin up and gave it a quick wipe-down with the cloth before setting it back in place. He shook the bolt a bit, making sure he had gotten rid of the problem. Satisfied with his work, he put the bolt back in the carrier group and began to re-assemble the rifle. He always admired Kalashnikov's principles of making a rifle simple enough for a monkey to use and more reliable than any other rifle in it's class. He could only think of one drawback, and that was it's tendency to overheat under sustained fire.

Once he got the rifle re-assembled he racked the action, emitting a satisfying *cla-chack* that brought a smile to his face. "Man, I love guns," he said, pulling the bolt back a little, then pressing the trigger to release the hammer in such a way that it wouldn't dry-fire. He gave a look at the magazine and scope he had set aside, attaching them both to the rifle before standing up and slinging it over his shoulder. He let out a sigh before heading out of the makeshift shop to see what the others were up to.

Rate the Signature Above You

5/10. It's not bad, but it's just, sort of, there.

The Walking Dead: The Journey North [Chapter I]

Don't worry, my AK isn't full-auto. Anyways, I'll start working on a post.

Sword Art Online: Rising Phoenix

Exile had been drinking during most of the conversation, hoping that it would somehow trigger a virtual drunken state. He didn't feel like dealing with what was happening right now, even though he specifically had been summoned. He hadn't even been in game for two hours when the GM decided to pull rank, and in a big way. Of course the first VR game to ever come out turns out to be controlled by a psychopath who has a really creative way of dooming hundreds of people to death. Knowing that, it would probably be the last, but right now that was the least of Exile's worries.

Upon hearing that this guy was a hacker, a question came to mind, but he quickly came to an answer to that. "I'm going to assume you don't know how to hack this game, at least not to the point that you can let people out. Well, in that case, I guess we don't have many options." He let out a sigh of frustration. "You can call me Exile," he said, finishing off the drink in front of him. "And I really want to kill that GM."