I just want to say that I still have great interest in this, but I am going on vacation all next week and will be unavailable from July 21-25. I will ready to post on July 26th, though! If you do end up making a new interest thread, please ping me there!
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So this RP is probably dead and I am probably saying this for nothing but....as a heads-up, I am going to be gone all of next week. I'll be back after the 25th, though
Name: Maxim Bolotnikov
Alias: Office Max
Superhero/Villain: Superhero
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Powers/Equipment: Maxim can communicate with office supplies, or at least he thinks he can. Nobody knows for sure.
Weakness(es): His arch nemesis, Staples, and kittens. Kittens remind him of that tragic day he first received his “gift” and cause him great distress.
Appearance: Maxim is 5’7” with a slim build. He has a round face, with a strong nose and well-defined cheekbones, and striking green eyes with heavy lids. His light brown hair is cut short and brushed forward in an Ivy League style, which does not do much to disguise his rather large ears.
Personality: Maxim is, in general, a kind person, though he often does not understand social cues and can make people rather awkward unintentionally. He can be a bit outspoken and typically talks in a rather loud tone. He’s a real goofball and thoroughly enjoys jokes and general foolishness.
Backstory: Maxim was a mild-mannered office supply delivery man. One sunny afternoon, he was tasked with what he thought would be just another ordinary delivery job to a small business in the suburbs. Little did he know that that fateful day, he would have an experience that would change his life forever.
Coasting down the highway and jamming to his tunes, Maxim was too distracted by the swaying trees, the cool breeze, and a cloud that bore an astounding resemblance to a stapler to notice a cardboard box of tiny abandoned kittens in the middle of the road. A faint mew stirred him from his post-lunch stupor just in time to notice the box of hapless balls of fur, and he desperately yanked the steering wheel with all his might to avoid a devastating blow to his conscience. Luckily for his conscience, the truck missed the kittens, but instead it divorced the metal guardrail from its cozy anchor in the ground. The truck careened down the embankment into the forested area several feet below, a choir of tiny kitty shrieks complementing the orchestral snapping of the tree branches and the creaks of twisted metal. Maxim felt the airbag inflate and the last thing he remembered was the coffeemaker he had on the passenger seat flying toward him from the force of the fall and barely missing his head as it landed on his lap. Then there was blackness. Inky blackness, black as the HP 51604A black ink refill cartridge.
Hey….HEY! Yeah, you buddy. HEY!!!!
Maxim was awakened from the anesthetized void by what he thought to be a voice. It continued calling and he looked about to no avail to find its owner.
Down HERE, idiot. He heard it call, and he instinctively looked down at his lap. The coffee maker...was it speaking to him? The coffee maker explained to him that he had been saved by an unknown power and, due to his diligence and passion for the distribution and protection of office supplies, and had been given the power to understand them.
Maxim began to get overwhelmed with all that was happening. First a traumatic car crash, then the blessing of office supply communication, and now being stranded in the wilderness. The coffee maker, whom he soon began to call Mr. Coffee, assured Maxim that he and his other friends in the back of the truck would help him survive and pass on their collective wisdom. And so it was that Maxim spent three months at the foot of the hill, communing with the office supplies from his truck. They taught him how to survive and raised him as their own.
After he was found, news reports swept the country: “Local man lives for three months 50 feet from the Interstate,” “Grocers hate him! Local man discovers secret to living simply,” and “Proof of life in outer space? ‘Man’ survives fatal crash and lives for 5 years on nothing but granola bars!” Everyone thought he was crazy, deciding to survive in a gully instead of walking the 30 feet to a gas station for help. Others thought he was a survival genius, living for months with nothing but office supplies. Countless outdoors-men magazines clamored for an interview, but never did he reveal his true secret. It was too absurd. Or was it?
To this day no one is quite sure if he is truly blessed with a mystical power, or if his time living in isolation, not to mention his severe head trauma, drove him completely insane.
Other: Maxim has a very thick Russian accent and is actually a very soulful singer.
Alias: Office Max
Superhero/Villain: Superhero
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Powers/Equipment: Maxim can communicate with office supplies, or at least he thinks he can. Nobody knows for sure.
Weakness(es): His arch nemesis, Staples, and kittens. Kittens remind him of that tragic day he first received his “gift” and cause him great distress.
Appearance: Maxim is 5’7” with a slim build. He has a round face, with a strong nose and well-defined cheekbones, and striking green eyes with heavy lids. His light brown hair is cut short and brushed forward in an Ivy League style, which does not do much to disguise his rather large ears.
Personality: Maxim is, in general, a kind person, though he often does not understand social cues and can make people rather awkward unintentionally. He can be a bit outspoken and typically talks in a rather loud tone. He’s a real goofball and thoroughly enjoys jokes and general foolishness.
Backstory: Maxim was a mild-mannered office supply delivery man. One sunny afternoon, he was tasked with what he thought would be just another ordinary delivery job to a small business in the suburbs. Little did he know that that fateful day, he would have an experience that would change his life forever.
Coasting down the highway and jamming to his tunes, Maxim was too distracted by the swaying trees, the cool breeze, and a cloud that bore an astounding resemblance to a stapler to notice a cardboard box of tiny abandoned kittens in the middle of the road. A faint mew stirred him from his post-lunch stupor just in time to notice the box of hapless balls of fur, and he desperately yanked the steering wheel with all his might to avoid a devastating blow to his conscience. Luckily for his conscience, the truck missed the kittens, but instead it divorced the metal guardrail from its cozy anchor in the ground. The truck careened down the embankment into the forested area several feet below, a choir of tiny kitty shrieks complementing the orchestral snapping of the tree branches and the creaks of twisted metal. Maxim felt the airbag inflate and the last thing he remembered was the coffeemaker he had on the passenger seat flying toward him from the force of the fall and barely missing his head as it landed on his lap. Then there was blackness. Inky blackness, black as the HP 51604A black ink refill cartridge.
Hey….HEY! Yeah, you buddy. HEY!!!!
Maxim was awakened from the anesthetized void by what he thought to be a voice. It continued calling and he looked about to no avail to find its owner.
Down HERE, idiot. He heard it call, and he instinctively looked down at his lap. The coffee maker...was it speaking to him? The coffee maker explained to him that he had been saved by an unknown power and, due to his diligence and passion for the distribution and protection of office supplies, and had been given the power to understand them.
Maxim began to get overwhelmed with all that was happening. First a traumatic car crash, then the blessing of office supply communication, and now being stranded in the wilderness. The coffee maker, whom he soon began to call Mr. Coffee, assured Maxim that he and his other friends in the back of the truck would help him survive and pass on their collective wisdom. And so it was that Maxim spent three months at the foot of the hill, communing with the office supplies from his truck. They taught him how to survive and raised him as their own.
After he was found, news reports swept the country: “Local man lives for three months 50 feet from the Interstate,” “Grocers hate him! Local man discovers secret to living simply,” and “Proof of life in outer space? ‘Man’ survives fatal crash and lives for 5 years on nothing but granola bars!” Everyone thought he was crazy, deciding to survive in a gully instead of walking the 30 feet to a gas station for help. Others thought he was a survival genius, living for months with nothing but office supplies. Countless outdoors-men magazines clamored for an interview, but never did he reveal his true secret. It was too absurd. Or was it?
To this day no one is quite sure if he is truly blessed with a mystical power, or if his time living in isolation, not to mention his severe head trauma, drove him completely insane.
Other: Maxim has a very thick Russian accent and is actually a very soulful singer.
I might add to this later! I wanted to get something out today, but I am exceptionally tired, so this isn't particularly as well-written as it could be.
Name: Maxim Bolotnikov
Alias: Office Max
Superhero/Villain: Superhero
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Powers/Equipment: Maxim can communicate with office supplies, or at least he thinks he can. Nobody knows for sure.
Weakness(es): His arch nemesis, Staples, and kittens. Kittens remind him of that tragic day he first received his “gift” and cause him great distress.
Appearance: Maxim is 5’7” with a slim build. He has a round face, with a strong nose and well-defined cheekbones, and striking green eyes with heavy lids. His light brown hair is cut short and brushed forward in an Ivy League style, which does not do much to disguise his rather large ears.
Personality: Maxim is, in general, a kind person, though he often does not understand social cues and can make people rather awkward unintentionally. He can be a bit outspoken and typically talks in a rather loud tone. He’s a real goofball and thoroughly enjoys jokes and general foolishness.
Backstory: Maxim was a mild-mannered office supply delivery man. One sunny afternoon, he was tasked with what he thought would be just another ordinary delivery job to a small business in the suburbs. Little did he know that that fateful day, he would have an experience that would change his life forever.
Coasting down the highway and jamming to his tunes, Maxim was too distracted by the swaying trees, the cool breeze, and a cloud that bore an astounding resemblance to a stapler to notice a cardboard box of tiny abandoned kittens in the middle of the road. A faint mew stirred him from his post-lunch stupor just in time to notice the box of hapless balls of fur, and he desperately yanked the steering wheel with all his might to avoid a devastating blow to his conscience. Luckily for his conscience, the truck missed the kittens, but instead it divorced the metal guardrail from its cozy anchor in the ground. The truck careened down the embankment into the forested area several feet below, a choir of tiny kitty shrieks complementing the orchestral snapping of the tree branches and the creaks of twisted metal. Maxim felt the airbag inflate and the last thing he remembered was the coffeemaker he had on the passenger seat flying toward him from the force of the fall and barely missing his head as it landed on his lap. Then there was blackness. Inky blackness, black as the HP 51604A black ink refill cartridge.
Hey….HEY! Yeah, you buddy. HEY!!!!
Maxim was awakened from the anesthetized void by what he thought to be a voice. It continued calling and he looked about to no avail to find its owner.
Down HERE, idiot. He heard it call, and he instinctively looked down at his lap. The coffee maker...was it speaking to him? The coffee maker explained to him that he had been saved by an unknown power and, due to his diligence and passion for the distribution and protection of office supplies, and had been given the power to understand them.
Maxim began to get overwhelmed with all that was happening. First a traumatic car crash, then the blessing of office supply communication, and now being stranded in the wilderness. The coffee maker, whom he soon began to call Mr. Coffee, assured Maxim that he and his other friends in the back of the truck would help him survive and pass on their collective wisdom. And so it was that Maxim spent three months at the foot of the hill, communing with the office supplies from his truck. They taught him how to survive and raised him as their own.
After he was found, news reports swept the country: “Local man lives for three months 50 feet from the Interstate,” “Grocers hate him! Local man discovers secret to living simply,” and “Proof of life in outer space? ‘Man’ survives fatal crash and lives for 5 years on nothing but granola bars!” Everyone thought he was crazy, deciding to survive in a gully instead of walking the 30 feet to a gas station for help. Others thought he was a survival genius, living for months with nothing but office supplies. Countless outdoors-men magazines clamored for an interview, but never did he reveal his true secret. It was too absurd. Or was it?
To this day no one is quite sure if he is truly blessed with a mystical power, or if his time living in isolation, not to mention his severe head trauma, drove him completely insane.
Other: Maxim has a very thick Russian accent and is actually a very soulful singer.
Name: Maxim Bolotnikov
Alias: Office Max
Superhero/Villain: Superhero
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Powers/Equipment: Maxim can communicate with office supplies, or at least he thinks he can. Nobody knows for sure.
Weakness(es): His arch nemesis, Staples, and kittens. Kittens remind him of that tragic day he first received his “gift” and cause him great distress.
Appearance: Maxim is 5’7” with a slim build. He has a round face, with a strong nose and well-defined cheekbones, and striking green eyes with heavy lids. His light brown hair is cut short and brushed forward in an Ivy League style, which does not do much to disguise his rather large ears.
Personality: Maxim is, in general, a kind person, though he often does not understand social cues and can make people rather awkward unintentionally. He can be a bit outspoken and typically talks in a rather loud tone. He’s a real goofball and thoroughly enjoys jokes and general foolishness.
Backstory: Maxim was a mild-mannered office supply delivery man. One sunny afternoon, he was tasked with what he thought would be just another ordinary delivery job to a small business in the suburbs. Little did he know that that fateful day, he would have an experience that would change his life forever.
Coasting down the highway and jamming to his tunes, Maxim was too distracted by the swaying trees, the cool breeze, and a cloud that bore an astounding resemblance to a stapler to notice a cardboard box of tiny abandoned kittens in the middle of the road. A faint mew stirred him from his post-lunch stupor just in time to notice the box of hapless balls of fur, and he desperately yanked the steering wheel with all his might to avoid a devastating blow to his conscience. Luckily for his conscience, the truck missed the kittens, but instead it divorced the metal guardrail from its cozy anchor in the ground. The truck careened down the embankment into the forested area several feet below, a choir of tiny kitty shrieks complementing the orchestral snapping of the tree branches and the creaks of twisted metal. Maxim felt the airbag inflate and the last thing he remembered was the coffeemaker he had on the passenger seat flying toward him from the force of the fall and barely missing his head as it landed on his lap. Then there was blackness. Inky blackness, black as the HP 51604A black ink refill cartridge.
Hey….HEY! Yeah, you buddy. HEY!!!!
Maxim was awakened from the anesthetized void by what he thought to be a voice. It continued calling and he looked about to no avail to find its owner.
Down HERE, idiot. He heard it call, and he instinctively looked down at his lap. The coffee maker...was it speaking to him? The coffee maker explained to him that he had been saved by an unknown power and, due to his diligence and passion for the distribution and protection of office supplies, and had been given the power to understand them.
Maxim began to get overwhelmed with all that was happening. First a traumatic car crash, then the blessing of office supply communication, and now being stranded in the wilderness. The coffee maker, whom he soon began to call Mr. Coffee, assured Maxim that he and his other friends in the back of the truck would help him survive and pass on their collective wisdom. And so it was that Maxim spent three months at the foot of the hill, communing with the office supplies from his truck. They taught him how to survive and raised him as their own.
After he was found, news reports swept the country: “Local man lives for three months 50 feet from the Interstate,” “Grocers hate him! Local man discovers secret to living simply,” and “Proof of life in outer space? ‘Man’ survives fatal crash and lives for 5 years on nothing but granola bars!” Everyone thought he was crazy, deciding to survive in a gully instead of walking the 30 feet to a gas station for help. Others thought he was a survival genius, living for months with nothing but office supplies. Countless outdoors-men magazines clamored for an interview, but never did he reveal his true secret. It was too absurd. Or was it?
To this day no one is quite sure if he is truly blessed with a mystical power, or if his time living in isolation, not to mention his severe head trauma, drove him completely insane.
Other: Maxim has a very thick Russian accent and is actually a very soulful singer.
Yay! I need to decide which of the characters I came up with will be the one I choose. (So many ideassss!) I'll post up a CS soon!
Edit: Can we have multiple characters?
Edit: Can we have multiple characters?
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
I hope this RP really takes off. I have several good ideas for characters and I'm super excited now!
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Oh yes, another comedy RP! You can count me in! This sounds like a really fun idea.
I haven't played since the update yet, but I am wondering how the new weapon drop system works. When you die, you drop your weapon and others of that same class can pick it up. Does that mean you lose it? :o
I'd be very interested in joining up, if any space becomes available. I really crave a comedy RP and mine appears to have died.
I have noticed this, too. I used to be a member a while back, and I recall there being a ton of WWII roleplays at that time. I have been craving a WWII RP recently, so I re-joined but I haven't seen a single one for over a month! While there are a lot of "Military" tags on roleplays, it is generally not a military-focused RP. There might be some characters who are soldiers, but that is not a main theme.
Perhaps one reason for a lack of war-themed roleplays is that it is simply not a popular theme in the media right now. We don't have many war movies inciting folks to take the story into their own hands. Perhaps others do not like romanticizing war or living it vicariously through a character. I personally would never wish to experience war first-hand, but I am deeply fascinated by the military and would love to play it out in a safe, fictional environment.
Actually, I have been considering starting a WWII-based RP, but I am not sure I could come up with a good enough plot to keep it going. I am also not an expert by any means, so there would not be a large focus on historical accuracy and the like. This may be appealing to some but not to others...Still, since there is some interest in war RPs here, maybe I'll give it more thought! :)
Perhaps one reason for a lack of war-themed roleplays is that it is simply not a popular theme in the media right now. We don't have many war movies inciting folks to take the story into their own hands. Perhaps others do not like romanticizing war or living it vicariously through a character. I personally would never wish to experience war first-hand, but I am deeply fascinated by the military and would love to play it out in a safe, fictional environment.
Actually, I have been considering starting a WWII-based RP, but I am not sure I could come up with a good enough plot to keep it going. I am also not an expert by any means, so there would not be a large focus on historical accuracy and the like. This may be appealing to some but not to others...Still, since there is some interest in war RPs here, maybe I'll give it more thought! :)
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