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can we just do this. we have speant a long time talking about how to meet.
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*gasp* ANOTHER My Little Pony RP! Let's hope I can bring something new to the table.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: General Interest Checks
well i think free
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i take no credit for this, its not my idea and i wouldn't of done this myself. this rp was started 4 months ago and im doing a reboot. i will need a co gm, so PM me if you want that job. so without further ado here is the rp.
Long ago, the world was whole, prosperous. Humankind flourished in a golden age of peace and many new things were created. We grew bigger, smarter. We reached to the stars. We created enormous systems of supercomputers, eventually creating artificial intelligences.
Then came the Convulsion.
In an instant, the entire world, no, the universe, was shattered into pieces. Rifts began to open into other words, creatures of shadow and fear crashing through the crumbling walls of order. Finally, the rifts opened to the final safeguard and crashed through the Firmaments of reality, letting pure chaos seep into the universe we knew. Now the human are fragmented, our once-great civilization brought to its knees. 900 years after the Convulsion, we have regressed into a second dark age, where swords and bows reign once again, with militant artifacts like guns spattered through them. If you remember only one thing I tell you, remember this. If you come across a rift in space that speaks and sings, do not listen. Never listen to the song of the Void.
So essentially, this is a RP in which humanity has regressed to a state equivalent to the dark ages, swords, axes, bows, the whole shebang. Scattered across the world are remnants of humanity as we knew it, such as computers, phones and guns. Your job is simply to survive in the hostile world, where extradimensional creatures soar through sporadically open rifts. Who knows, there might even be something on the other side of that void.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance (Picture if possible):
Preferred weapon:
Profession (If applicable):
Etc.:
Rules:
No godmodding or metagaming.
Use basic grammar and punctuation skills. C'mon, people, it's not that hard.
Try to keep your posts at least a few sentences long.
Swearing is allowed, for the most part, but definitely censor the harsher swears.
Long ago, the world was whole, prosperous. Humankind flourished in a golden age of peace and many new things were created. We grew bigger, smarter. We reached to the stars. We created enormous systems of supercomputers, eventually creating artificial intelligences.
Then came the Convulsion.
In an instant, the entire world, no, the universe, was shattered into pieces. Rifts began to open into other words, creatures of shadow and fear crashing through the crumbling walls of order. Finally, the rifts opened to the final safeguard and crashed through the Firmaments of reality, letting pure chaos seep into the universe we knew. Now the human are fragmented, our once-great civilization brought to its knees. 900 years after the Convulsion, we have regressed into a second dark age, where swords and bows reign once again, with militant artifacts like guns spattered through them. If you remember only one thing I tell you, remember this. If you come across a rift in space that speaks and sings, do not listen. Never listen to the song of the Void.
So essentially, this is a RP in which humanity has regressed to a state equivalent to the dark ages, swords, axes, bows, the whole shebang. Scattered across the world are remnants of humanity as we knew it, such as computers, phones and guns. Your job is simply to survive in the hostile world, where extradimensional creatures soar through sporadically open rifts. Who knows, there might even be something on the other side of that void.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance (Picture if possible):
Preferred weapon:
Profession (If applicable):
Etc.:
Rules:
No godmodding or metagaming.
Use basic grammar and punctuation skills. C'mon, people, it's not that hard.
Try to keep your posts at least a few sentences long.
Swearing is allowed, for the most part, but definitely censor the harsher swears.
Charles could see the others moving around him, in all there covering fire and defending, they never noticed the tango moving round the back. Charles pulled up his sights and opened up on them, as they fell to the ground with who knows what injurys he ran to the back humvee. "im blaming kenny for this"
Charles wasted no time. He pulled himself up to his gun and waited, he spoted some dilutes and lined up his sights
Hey, involve us in the story and adventure. Just an idea
Charles dived out his car and into the sand. As he had left in such a hurry he had forgot on his knife and so got his hammer as replacement. Opened the drum 8 bullets left and a makeshift IED made of wires and senors. He sat with his back to the car waiting for the chance to man the LMG
lets do it
Done ma CS
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