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Born too late to explore the world; born too early to explore the galaxy.
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I hope you mean 'Romus Human(Supreme)' in that they are the biggest group in the empire, and not that they are or have Supreme origin.
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Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I am
That's exactly what I would do, and it's not really hard or anything.
That's exactly what I would do, and it's not really hard or anything.
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Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
An unseen man moved through the backyard of the house, moving silently beyond the fence. Peering through broken slats, he had spotted and targeted both a lone Clicker, and a pair of peering eyes from his targeted house.
Moving silently to a section of the wooden fence that had been run over by... something, the heavy-packer picked up a fallen board, carefully ensuring it made no noise, and then tossed it at the opposite stretch of fence. The clatter wasn't too loud: any infected in any of the other houses wouldn't of heard it, runners more than likely wouldn't notice, and only a clicker in the yard he had thrown the board at would notice.
But, it was enough for the clicker in this particular backyard to take the bait. It snapped to attention, facing the direction of the board, past the unseen man's hiding place against the fence. As the clicker slowly approached, the man readied his hatchet.
As the clicker stepped past the fence, it stopped, suddenly curious about a very low, whistling sound. The next moment ended its strange, lonely, desperate life from a hatchet imbedded in its face. The depth of the cut made the hatchet stick to it, so thankfully, the clicker didn't just fall down, and instead, the man managed to catch it, and gently lower it to the ground. If a human were listening closely enough, they would make out a very light, short, unusual prayer to lay the clicker's previous soul to rest.
And then the man was up, yanking the hatchet out of the clicker's face, and moving towards the house, sticking to the fences and walls, raising a hand in friendly greeting to any who might be watching.
Moving silently to a section of the wooden fence that had been run over by... something, the heavy-packer picked up a fallen board, carefully ensuring it made no noise, and then tossed it at the opposite stretch of fence. The clatter wasn't too loud: any infected in any of the other houses wouldn't of heard it, runners more than likely wouldn't notice, and only a clicker in the yard he had thrown the board at would notice.
But, it was enough for the clicker in this particular backyard to take the bait. It snapped to attention, facing the direction of the board, past the unseen man's hiding place against the fence. As the clicker slowly approached, the man readied his hatchet.
As the clicker stepped past the fence, it stopped, suddenly curious about a very low, whistling sound. The next moment ended its strange, lonely, desperate life from a hatchet imbedded in its face. The depth of the cut made the hatchet stick to it, so thankfully, the clicker didn't just fall down, and instead, the man managed to catch it, and gently lower it to the ground. If a human were listening closely enough, they would make out a very light, short, unusual prayer to lay the clicker's previous soul to rest.
And then the man was up, yanking the hatchet out of the clicker's face, and moving towards the house, sticking to the fences and walls, raising a hand in friendly greeting to any who might be watching.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Oh, good.
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Good evening, infide- er, roleplayers... I am me... and I am using too many periods...
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Introduce Yourself
I am me.
And that is Wilson.
Yes, I am that basketball in Castaway.
Sadly, I was never found. I only fell into the internet...
and appeared here.
But I've been here a while, and roleplayed a bit of nation roleplay.
And that is Wilson.
Yes, I am that basketball in Castaway.
Sadly, I was never found. I only fell into the internet...
and appeared here.
But I've been here a while, and roleplayed a bit of nation roleplay.
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Response to the Triarinan, "Regarding the End of the Equestrians", to ALL nations
We're afraid that saving the Equestrian race is impossible at the moment. We only managed to take half of the DNA before the blood itself withered away in some form of atomic decomposition. The Equestrians themselves lost their magic, which led to the items they were wearing to completely shut down, and force them to collapse. Then they, too, withering into nothing but a thin grey dust that coated our floors. We have only one that is stopped mid-decay, by way of Cryostasis. Should the pod lose power, and cryostasis deactivates, then the Equestrians will be completely eradicated from the universe. From what, we do not know. Because of the destructiveness of this weapon, we would like to ask all nations to refrain from moving deep into Equestrian space, towards their home planet, where the source of whatever murdered them may lay. We thank you in advance for your cooperation.
Equiis orbit
3 7-ship formations of Corvettes folded into orbit, slowly and lazily making their way into station-orbit. As they approached various Equestrian Stations, defense and otherwise, they were struck by the total peace of the area. A fleet slowly broke apart, the energy that made their engines and support tick, suddenly gone. The ships were really, quite simply, disintegrating into large chunks, which floated aimlessly, slowly spiraling into the void, or towards the atmosphere.
As the Corvettes approached a particularly large station, they were surprised. The entire station, not yet broken up, suddenly flared to life, and they could see weapons automatically turn towards them. But, the action never finished. The energy died as quickly as it came, and the various turrets and guns that dotted the station's surface almost seemed to just snap off, and float away.There was a bright light, emerging from a new crack in the station, before the station silently splintered, showering the recon Corvettes with slow-moving, harmless debris.
Several other formations began folding in, receiving the mind-text that it was safe, and began searching the wreckage. Occasionally, a Corvette would slow down, and open a door to a cargo bay, to barn-swallow an interesting piece of Equestrian non-magical item. Another team began entering low orbit, and several more followed them down to the planet surface, dodging fiery debris that had caught too much gravity.
As the Corvettes came down from the sky, they found the planet littered with craters and debris. They found the remnants of an entire station, at one point, that had fallen out of orbit and shattered against the ground, gouging hundreds of scars in the ground. As the Corvettes approached one of Equiis's golden cities, they found that the city fared even worse.
Entire buildings had fallen down, some power plants that used something other than the usual magical energy had overheated, and detonated, leaving scars in the outskirts of the city. For whatever reason, radiation began to grow exponentially as the Corvettes passed over the collapsed sky-scraper, towards the center of the city.
Reaching a palace, the Corvettes began to land, Supreme Spiders inside ready to run out into the hostile world, and see what awaits them inside the Equiis capital city.
We're afraid that saving the Equestrian race is impossible at the moment. We only managed to take half of the DNA before the blood itself withered away in some form of atomic decomposition. The Equestrians themselves lost their magic, which led to the items they were wearing to completely shut down, and force them to collapse. Then they, too, withering into nothing but a thin grey dust that coated our floors. We have only one that is stopped mid-decay, by way of Cryostasis. Should the pod lose power, and cryostasis deactivates, then the Equestrians will be completely eradicated from the universe. From what, we do not know. Because of the destructiveness of this weapon, we would like to ask all nations to refrain from moving deep into Equestrian space, towards their home planet, where the source of whatever murdered them may lay. We thank you in advance for your cooperation.
Equiis orbit
3 7-ship formations of Corvettes folded into orbit, slowly and lazily making their way into station-orbit. As they approached various Equestrian Stations, defense and otherwise, they were struck by the total peace of the area. A fleet slowly broke apart, the energy that made their engines and support tick, suddenly gone. The ships were really, quite simply, disintegrating into large chunks, which floated aimlessly, slowly spiraling into the void, or towards the atmosphere.
As the Corvettes approached a particularly large station, they were surprised. The entire station, not yet broken up, suddenly flared to life, and they could see weapons automatically turn towards them. But, the action never finished. The energy died as quickly as it came, and the various turrets and guns that dotted the station's surface almost seemed to just snap off, and float away.There was a bright light, emerging from a new crack in the station, before the station silently splintered, showering the recon Corvettes with slow-moving, harmless debris.
Several other formations began folding in, receiving the mind-text that it was safe, and began searching the wreckage. Occasionally, a Corvette would slow down, and open a door to a cargo bay, to barn-swallow an interesting piece of Equestrian non-magical item. Another team began entering low orbit, and several more followed them down to the planet surface, dodging fiery debris that had caught too much gravity.
As the Corvettes came down from the sky, they found the planet littered with craters and debris. They found the remnants of an entire station, at one point, that had fallen out of orbit and shattered against the ground, gouging hundreds of scars in the ground. As the Corvettes approached one of Equiis's golden cities, they found that the city fared even worse.
Entire buildings had fallen down, some power plants that used something other than the usual magical energy had overheated, and detonated, leaving scars in the outskirts of the city. For whatever reason, radiation began to grow exponentially as the Corvettes passed over the collapsed sky-scraper, towards the center of the city.
Reaching a palace, the Corvettes began to land, Supreme Spiders inside ready to run out into the hostile world, and see what awaits them inside the Equiis capital city.
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Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
So...
can we kinda base what we can do based off of how well we did in the game, "The Last of Us," since this pretty much is a roleplay for it...?
can we kinda base what we can do based off of how well we did in the game, "The Last of Us," since this pretty much is a roleplay for it...?
And how many times have you blown up a nation in a couple of posts?
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