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Current I OVERTHINK THINGS!!
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A Coke thief stole my last Ice Cold Coca Cola.
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8 yrs ago
I wonder how many people sit at their desk facepalming in silence at my jokes.
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On his way to Corvega Assembly plant for a settlement mission, gets distracted by a new settlement site and spends the day building it up. I'll get there I swear!!
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I got into Roleplaying, er more specifically Post by Post Roleplaying around, I think it was four years ago? It feels much longer than that. My good friend whose now far too busy in college introduced me. He wanted by make a Mass Effect RP for his younger brother, or Cousin, something along those line. The games series was far to mature for someone of his age but he felt he could make a family friendly RP. And while that never panned out, I was hooked. Fast forward to the present day and I'm an avid RP and casual writer. I mainly prefer Fallout RPs, and am working on my own which will take place in the fictional Lore of Alaska. But it's far from ready. Between my laziness and my workload of various RPs and Videogames I am often rather busy. Yet I always find myself exceptionally bored. So I like contemplating Philosophical Conundrums.

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The good thing about NRPS is that they're not going anywhere so there's always time to respond when you have time.
Alaskan Federation

Sitting back in his seat North reached for a flask and poured himself a glass, a thick honeyed substance flowed out. "Then to Kimball, a fool who knew no equal, may he at least find some peace where he goes." Victoria nodded but hadn't taken a glass up herself. The mead flowed slowly down the glass and across his beard dripping in odd places before North brought the clear glass down.

"He was a coward, undeserving of a honorary send off. But still, may the gods take pity on the man." Spoke Victoria as her aid sat down a tray of various Vegas foods. Taking up the strange mixed salad with mutfruit and Yucca she looked oddly at it.

Swiping the remaining mead off his chin North stood and watched the Legion delegates leave before striding over to the Midwestern Brotherhood. "I had hoped we could meet after this, I had a matter to discuss. One you might find interesting. Perhaps we can meet later at my room, 108?" @Tiberius67
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Captian looks like a twisted individual in that....


He does, way too happy with that duck tape.
I come out of hiding after a rather terrible day at work to experience the feels. I may be a lazy butt when it comes to other things but I am genuinely glad I've had the chance to grow and learn through this RP. So much thanks to everyone for all the wonderful opportunities I've had and may we have never ending ways to put our characters through the Circus of Emotions.

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Not-Borrowers of Boston


Running was a good plan a solid one yup, Eva thought hopping over branches and through the woods it was a shame however that she was running away from the gunfire and monster behind her, breaking off from the group one of the Hounds tried his best to stop her from leaving as the monster tore through his friends dividing his attention leaving his aim to be laughable for a so called hunter. Which was something Eva was thankful for as she was not as athletic as she would like to be, jogging through the woods was not something Arthur had on the training regiment it was a tiring endeavor. She heaved as the wind blew past her face and swept her clothes shots did ring out infrequently but soon she couldn’t tell if they were being aimed at her or the creature as trees stopped being torn to shreds and heavy bush obscured the distance between her and those trying to kill them. Now the plan was to meet up with Bernice and the little friends, who kept chattering away with some accent a thick Bostonish drawl. Eva had likely lost the Hounds and monster for now and proceed to slow down her pace as she was still rather lost and unsure where she was even heading, taking this downtime Eva called out to the Elderly little one from earlier. ”Miss Elder? Do we have a way to track Bernice down?”

Climbing from a side pocket of Eva’s bag the Elder with streaked white in her otherwise black hair spoke. “afeayahd not deeyah, We have not traveled fah from auur homes. We have kept auur distance from Bernice aunly revealing auurselves a short time ago, whereva ha friends house is I aunly hope we find it soon.”

”We’d find it a lot easier if there was actual help from one of the two beacons of sunshine, but I somehow doubt it. First we’ll need to find a way out of the forest, any of you know that much?”

One of the warriors nodded. “We do know where the Big Ones live, fah past the edges auf the forest, I shall guide you but we must make haste.” The little one with what appeared to be a safety pin for a sword took charge and leaped forward into the forest Eva had to pay close attention to where she leaped and weaved as even though she was waiting and allowing herself to be seen the little warrior moved like a blur and despite her size was more agile in this environment. Keeping Excalibur pulled close to her side she tried keeping pace and eventually as the sun began to rise above the tree line as the little ones seemed to be more quiet as the edge of the forest came into view. “There. The Big One’s homes are in sight.” The little warrior pointed out as she hung on a small branch overhead.

”Good, I need a door. Any door really. I may not do magic but I do have magic.”

“Big one speaks without mind. But doah I find.”

Chasing after the warrior Eva past an old warehouse on the edge of town motioning for the little scout to return.”I got our exit, we need to go.” Swinging open the door as the Little Clan scout climbed up Eva’s pants a vast library lay spread out before them as the door close and taking a moment to relax Eva turned back to the same door and opened it again. ”Welcome to my home, if we don’t know where Bernice is we need a tracker. He should be around here.”

“Hold aun Big One, the particulars auf auur new location will have to wait but no new people. We have exposed auurselves too much already.”

”I guess it’s good he isn’t a person, he’s my pet.”

“No.” Screamed the warrior gal. “No creatures, we are food to them, prey.”

”Not a fan of pets, guess alien pets are also on that list. Hokay then, best not stick around here too long then. I know a place where we could get some quiet.” With another jaunt through the magic library opening to a dusty old place, with more rooms than bulbs. Her Grandfather Alistar Wahlforth had spent a lot of money into his old family home such so that it pre-dated much of what was now Central Park. ”It’s old, more antiques than dust but it holds a special meaning to me. No one but us will be here, and I’d appreciate it if we keep it in one piece.”

“Is a wonderful place, filled with many nooks to hide. Perfect fah us sneaks. Will do fah the meantime until we meet up with the rest. You have plan yaww?”

Eva shrugged and let out an exasperated sigh.”Ehh. I’ll pop by the library and see if the mage I came with would actually help me. If I can get her too. She is not the most, um. Helpful sort. But for now you all should be safe, no one has been here aside from myself a while ago, and another who no longer has business here. I’ll get some food, won’t take long.” As the clock ticked and the hour came to a close Eva had returned, bags in hand. Chips, water and sandwiches. ”Should last us awhile, I’ll turn on the heat.”

Almost as if on cue, there was a massive gong sound from the front door, completely at odds with any sound it may have made before. When Eva answered it, Salamander stood outside, looking grim and put upon. His shabby coat was missing a sleeve, and he was still holding his own blade by the hilt, drawn, though not brandished in any way. Seeing her, his craggy and unshaven face broke into a grin. "Doin alright, girl? Tiny little people not weighing too much on your pockets on the way out?"

Without bothering to wait for a response, he tossed a folded piece of paper at her face with an idle flick. He could probably have handed it to her, but he seemed in a somewhat foul mood for him. "That's where you need to go. Townhouse like thing, maybe an apartment? Full of animals. Nice girl there, apparently, goes by the name of Carrie. Not Charlie. Bloody creative parents there." And with that, he spun on his heel and marched off into the morning. He walked with a limp today, but still gave off, as he settled his sword onto his shoulder and made his way out to the woods, that he was whistling a jaunty tune.

”Yea, bloody good day to you too. Well at least I got something now, at least Salamander is helpful; pleasant more than Merlin too not that’s a high bar.”
Discord is offline for me right now, there's some kind of server outage.
New York is a Flower in Boom!


With the Hounds out in force New York was in a tizzy gangs had been smashed and law enforcement had quite the upper hand while dealing with the small bands that popped up the issue however was they were reactionary. Every time Hounds busted over a deli or crashed a school it had little warning few within the Police had seen anything like this, no gloating no obvious signs of armed groups congregating within the city just drive bys and spontaneous murder. It didn’t help the NYPD keep records on local heroes that Hounds had somehow gotten access to but these were the same people who took on S.T.R.I.K.E and won. Chief Ferill directed SWAT teams and rescue units with their brothers over at the Fire Stations as engines rolled out over the city squelching blazes and combing debris. Supervillains typically had goals in mind, or haphazardly tore through the city an evil plan which was often foiled by heroes but the Hounds cared not for plans at least not those who simply carried their banner; civilians garbed in masks and makeshift weapons spreading the philosophy of hate with no real oversight from the leaders within this organization.

Chief Ferill knew that the public had mixed opinions on the supers while many favored their aid and loved their grandiose approach and flair, there were a minority who called for anti metahuman laws among them was Sampson the current mayor of New York. While he has denounced the actions rather swiftly that these hounds had perpetrated some believed he had connections with these radicals given his history of anti metahuman speeches, It was something he had to look into however for now securing the safety of the public was paramount. Reports of mass violence and gunfire ripping through the streets as suppressed gangs took to the streets among the confusion. Advanced Mechs roamed the streets alongside S.W.A.T teams bringing a swift end to lawlessness in parts of town but resources were strained even the heroes began to be stretched thin with reports of several killings and an assassin showing up.

-- Meanwhile in the Hero Diner --

Heroes had been sent out, The World was covering the Bronx and Sewer Gator had gone to meet the Blue Beagle. American Rocket was stopping a bank robbery against the Bucking Bronco as his shockwaves tore apart the floors Rocket was pushed back through desks and through shatter proof glass as the ripple tore everything down. Struggling to stand the stripped hero checked his jetpack and inspected his tranquilizer pistol. “Darn it, this guy isn’t going down what is this guy. How much tranq can he take?”

As Bronco shook his head and tensed his arms he slapped his leg shaking off the drowsiness for a while longer and bruising the left thigh his voice deep and cruel like an old time crook bellowed out. “That all you got gnat!? I can do this all day.”

Rocket had quite a bit of tranq left even if his gun had a few dings it still seemed to work well enough but inside the bank Bronco had the advantage and his jetpack offered little defense from the shockwaves. Taking flight he swooped to the right side ducking under a beam and appearing behind the wall facing the employees offices firing a few shots into Bronco’s shoulder as a desk hurdled through the air. Before he could dodge the oaken antique a door came flying and knocked it off course. Spinning his head around a pretty girl in a floral dress standing in the entrance brushed aside her pink bangs and said as sweet as it was disturbing. “Time for a beatdown old codger, would you kindly bend your arse over and get fucked.”

With a defiant grin and a heavy stop Bronco sent a new wave emanating from his step. “Come if you think you have the power.” Glass and debris were thrown around as Flower charge head long into them not preparing any defenses or throwing up her arms to protect her face.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TRYING TO TICKLE ME!? Put a little more force behind your fissures cause this pain train ain’t stopping.” Throwing a punch as she swung her arm lifting off the cracked wood floor with her right foot and shoving Bucking Bronco into the wall.

“Little Lady, you pack a punch. I’ve already given him enough tranq to put down a rino. A few more hits like that and he should go down.” Spoke American Rocket as he floated loading his gun.

Giving a pleasant smile Flower respond.”Good I’m not into the muscle bound brute type.” Picking up a shard of glass she slashed into her wrist and jabbed it deep.

“My god.” Rocket yelled in shock. “What, what are you doing?”

“Getting powered up, and now I’m pumped.” Her wrist began to heal within seconds as Flower pushed off the floor and came in with a brutish smash with both fists clenched together. “How about you take your nap gramps, let me tuck you in!” Bronco tried to slug her as she came crashing down his left arm trembled and broke as it connected with her overhand smash with his unconscious frame embedded into the destroyed wall.

“Looks like he’s out cold. So, thanks for the help but what do you want Merc?” Said Rocket as he stepped to the floor.

“Heard someone I know had problems with a hired gun on her ass, if it was anyone else I wouldn’t have cared but she owes me an apology and I don’t want her dead. Not that I expect a simple merc would stand a chance. Maybe you guys met her?”
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If you're needing a website to post the direct image BBCode, I suggest using VGY.me. It is a good alternative to Photobucket, which I think a lot of people used before.


I made the post to show Indy how the img tags for the Guild cause issues. However I seem to have only further confused her and had I said nothing it would have been fine. Flicker has BBC code and img tags already in the posted text, so adding the Guild's omg tags on top of it conflicts and makes it invisible.

Flicker should not be used with img tags, else the above image is blank.
A part of me wants to join, even have a quirky hero. The Golden Eye, guy with a prosthetic eye that shines a bright light so he can sucker punch someone. But I really have too much on my plate. Got two RPs and a ton of writing projects. Best of luck to you, gonna follow this because I loved Mystery Men as a kid.
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