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Current Happy Birthday, I hope you’re gonna have a good day today.
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7 yrs ago
Word of the Day: Overcome.
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7 yrs ago
Also checked out Myriad Reality, I think they are trying to build some kind of computer consciousness over there via IC posts.
7 yrs ago
Get ready for an unusually low volume of likes then, you so-and-so.
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Can someone ironically praise me please? Thank you!
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I’ve moved. I don’t have the same number anymore.

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Yes there is but I've had no time to finish the OOC, I just about have enough time to post for my other RPs but otherwise I'm always out with the fam or on the road


I would like to thank all those that put effort into this RP and hope that you all had a good time but unfortunatly it seems that the time has come for it to end. Thank you for participating and happy RPing.
The Previous Evening


Nikola


Nikola had never been askeed that question before and thus was never given the excuse to come up with an answer, not even for his own sake. He looked over at Dorkface and nodded, she indeed did not have a dorky face and he knew that beneath that animal head was intelligence far beyond what should be there. His mind went off track for a few moments beofre he openned his mouth, an answer had come to him out of the blue of his distraction and it seemed to suit the question quite nicely.

"You will have to forgive," he began, "My english is... Not good." he began to explain the origins of his pet's name.

Nikola came to know Dorkface when he was an adolescent, wandering the streets of his smokey, smoggy island looking for work. He was plonked on top of a crate, taking a break from his job searching, when a small furry creature romped over; it sat infront of the crate, on it's hindlegs, and looked up at him. As a young boy going through rough times he had only one thing to say to it.

"Go away! Dork face!" to add insult to injury he spat at the little rodent and it seemed to have gotten the message as it instantly scurried off. After that day the little creature popped up constantly and again an again he had to get it to leave by yelling the same phrase, as his english was bad and he didn't know anything else to call it. Eventualy he grew use to having the animal around and with no thought of naming it, Dorkface kind of stuck.

Sometime Later


Dorkface had not slept because Nikola had not slept, the prior night she had followed Nikola to his bed room thinking that it was time to sleep but it seemed that Nikola had other things in mind. From it's position leaned up against the wall, he hefted up a sheet of glass and plonked it down on top of his desk, it had grid lines all over it and upon brushing his hands over it a white light glowed on it's surface beofre a hologram projected upwards. It was a map of Tirbetha; from what he assumed, black beard still had a ship and after scanning the city over he decided that there would only be a few locations that it would be. Why was he intersted? Parts.

He estimated that the ship did not have long left before the engines would break down to the point they could not be repaired, scrap parts would no longer do as they only seemed to last a few months, he kept teling himself that at least, the truth was that the ship was running dangerously low on scrap and with prey fewer and farther between, it was becoming harder to maintain the engines.

Nikola sighed and looked down at the grated cat-walk beneath his feet, there the engine purred soundly, not knowing the fate that would befall it if parts were to run out; Nikola's heart reached out to it, he wasn't going to let anything happen to his baby.

The Present


Nikola could not wait and hear what Gerlach had to say, he needed to speak with the captain immediatly. Ducking out of the cafeteria, Nikola rushed to the elevator with a small, frightened Dorkface on his shoulder. 'Why is he in such a hurry?' as she was rocked around, letting out a silent sigh of relief as he stepped into the elevator and punched a button to take them to the officer's area, 'Going Down.' she thought as they whizzed downwards.

The doors to the elevator whooshed open and Nikola was hit by the gentle draft of an air-conditioned room, it felt like he was being kissed by thousands of tiny mouths; he looked down to see Dorkface licking his chin.

"My captain?" he hissed, looking around for their one-eyed leader.

I'll take the silence as a no and take my leave.

Bye all, good luck with the RP.
I posted my NS on the last page I think.. Was it ok?
Ready to be looked over!

Zoltan held his spear in a tight grip as the skirmisher tried to ride his horse though the sea of gnashing fangs and furry death. Without warning, a wolf from the pack that thronged Jorn stood still and looked down the hill at Zoltan, for but a moment their eyes met before the wolf barred it's yellowed, dripping fangs and charged down the hill. He stood unwavering as the beast romped down the hill towards him, it was fairly high up, giving Zoltan time to plan and predict how to fight it.

Soon it was upon him, the wolf, bounding closer and closing the yards between him and it; Zoltan made the first move. As it leaped at him, he swatted it away, swinging his spear side long and smacking it with it's shaft. The wolf reeled back, it's mistake, and Zoltan thrust forward; the blade cut past the side of the beast's muzzle and severed the muscles holding it's jaws, making it's lower jaw hang loose. Once unable to bite, he took the risk to advance and once more thrust forward, this time catching the creature in it's eye while it was recoiling from the previous attack. The head of the spear was completely sunk within the skull of the wolf and it's face flickered with emotions and expressions as the blade destroyed it's brain; finally it settled on one, anger.

It lunged forward in a vain attempt to kill the man who skewered it's head, Zoltan met this by simply pushing forward firmly and twisting the blade. The wolf jolted to a stop and let out a high pitch whimper as it's knees buckled beneath it; it dropped into the snow, dead leaving Zoltan panting. Time on the road hadn't dulled him, the beast was dead in seconds.

He looked down at the dead body of the animal and sighed, he'd have to skin it later. Zoltan started to ascend the hill, though keeping his distance from the main pack and instead keeping his eyes on the two in font of him, Azalea and Cateline.
This is the proposed territory for The Soverign Dominion of Newfoundland:

i.imgur.com/LgNefAd.png

Though I'm comtemplating taking even more out of Quebec, namely that thing flopped over New Brunswick.
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Go ahead. But remember you are still technically under the authority of the British Empire (in theory), as a Dominion.


Not quite, as a Sovereign Dominion Newfoundland has complete self-governance, however in times of war they are obliged to support the United Kingdoms, though with complete control over there own troops unless they expressly say otherwise.
Started work on a Navy tab and completed the army.

Also *facepalms* I thought I was done with Kataylabinsk, Yamatia and those damn elves...
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