@TheUnknowable So I was thinking about a kind of an enforcer that they would send to deal with issues, once isolation got to people's mind. No military for sure, but some kind of a riot gear and a weapon that can be used to exercise lethal force as well as to stun someone.
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Loves Teddy Bears｜Twenty Something｜Can't Speak Russian｜Is Potat
THE MORE AWESOMEST POTATO:
Let me properly introduce myself. I am Sir Spud the Fourth, and I have been a potato for the longest time ever. I never denied it to be completely honest, but it is only recently that I embraced it. Now I have evolved from a simple couch potato to a fully grown royal potato. A dapper kawaii potato. And I dare say, knowing that you are a spud, makes life a lot easier. Just chill and let everyone else care about all their meaningless things because at the end of the day you'll know: chilling is the way to go.
I try to spend minimal effort on things that I don't care about, and procrastination might as well be my middle name. But that doesn't mean I ONLY rest. Sometimes a 'tato gotta do what a 'tato gotta do. And if that something happens to be things I like, then you cannot find anyone better than me. I am an omnipotent being capable of virtually any task to a limited degree, and I am not shy to admit it. I may not be the MOST AWESOMEST in a thing, but I am sure as hell MORE AWESOMEST than most people are at everything. But hey, I'm not here to brag, even if I am probabaly better at it than you
THE DREAMER:
All those nights laying in my couch, I thought about the cool shit that I cannot do. That I cannot see. But I pictured them in front of myself like they were real, and that infuraited me. Then I found the Guild, and I lived happily after. I have been on the site for 2 years now, and I have seen many RPs, and played with many people. I wish I have found the site earlier, but I am glad that I've even found it. Now all those fantasies can be written down and my mind can rest at ease at night, without being constantly troubled by ideas.
When I RP, I love myself some good Sci-Fi or Fantasy. But hey I am filthy casual, I can go for anything with an interesting setting. I don't trouble myself on small details if the plot is good, but if you get somwthing wrong you can expect me to tell you about it. Some even go as far as to think that I am angry or something, but I am too chill for that. If anything I'm more of the funny type, so you can expect me to try and write some shitty jokes or post memes I found on the internet. Anyways, you'll see what I mean when we RP together.
THE ARTIST:
Used to be something else here, but I'm happy to say that it's replaced because of a positive change. I now work as a full-time 3D artist in the animation industry, churning out shot after shot for some of your favorite game intros and trailers. Can't say anything about them before you even ask, and even though I'm still new to the industry I love it and I already know that this will be my passion for a long time. So hopefully in a few years I'll have a proud portfolio of animations that were done by yours truly that I can show off to all the lovely people of the guild.
THE LOVER OF STUFF:
Now I may have hobbies like the above mentioned, but there are some more things that I love in life. Here is a handy list of things you can always talk about with me:
- Gaming: This one I am quite proud of, I'm a serious gamer with capital G. Not as much time for it nowadays, but still true.
- Music: All kinds of electronic music, but I am a sucker for Queen and Powerwolf. Or Breakbot... anything music.
- Anime: We all have an Otaku in us, but it's bigger for some people. For me it's just big enough.
WORDS OF WISDOM:
Be chill folks, getting fed up about stuff is a recipe for disaster. You gotta learn to be patient and let things go, or you'll end up a wrinkly old man/woman with only bad memories about life. Even if you do fuck-all every day, you can live a content life by taking things easy. With that said, as always, stay safe and stay classy.
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@Frengo I did my post, and I am waiting for you to let me in. Please :D
North of Astrakane, B9
The sun was already going down, and the starts slowly conquered the night sky. One by one their dim lights added to the dozens to create a dotted picture that would burn into your eyes after centuries. He could tell the name of all that came up around these parts. He liked to navigate around using them, even though his built in navigation never let him down before. In the last rays of the sun, the light reflected from a long abandoned skyscraper. So that must be Astrakane, and where his new employers will be at. It was still a long walk ahead, but at least the local wildlife didn't bother him. Not like he tried to get away from them, no. He barely radiated any heat, and even if anything was to get drawn to him, they would soon realize he is not much of a meal. Saying that he lost too many hats to feral beasts that roam the outback.
He opened his pocket watch, and looked at the display, illuminated by the light coming from his eyes. It was 3 minutes past 8. He closed it and put it back in his pocket, sighing. At least making a sound. He couldn't really sigh after all. If he would to run, which wouldn't be a problem, he would most likely rip his trousers, and likely make more of a dangerous approach. Someone with a trigger finger might make another hole in his hat. And that would make the fifth hat lost this week. Now that he thinks of it, he loses too many hats. Thank god there is no short supply of hats around the wasteland. Which is, yet again, a mystery that is left unsolved. However this time he would rather keep it as it is, as long as he can get hats no problem. A gentleman must always attend to his looks.
By the time he finished his inside speech about how a gentleman should dress, he was only about a 100 meters away from the checkpoint. He shone his reflector to reveal a few armored vehicles, and a makeshift wooden barricade. As soon as he lit his lamp, the reflectors that sat on the wall instantly lit him up too, which was a bit too much for his eye. When you go around not noticing your eyes are already in night vision mode, you can get really blind all of the sudden if someone switches a light on. Nevertheless he waved for the guards and raise his arm up to show he means no harm.
- Greetings gentleman! I have come with haste as soon as I received your radio signal. May I ask you to not shine those lights of yours into my face, please? Or is that how you treat new candidates? - The guards turned the lights away and looked at each other with confusion.
- Thank you fellas. May I come in now? I want to talk to a man called Solomon Troy if i remember right. Is he here now? Or did I arrive in his absent?
The sun was already going down, and the starts slowly conquered the night sky. One by one their dim lights added to the dozens to create a dotted picture that would burn into your eyes after centuries. He could tell the name of all that came up around these parts. He liked to navigate around using them, even though his built in navigation never let him down before. In the last rays of the sun, the light reflected from a long abandoned skyscraper. So that must be Astrakane, and where his new employers will be at. It was still a long walk ahead, but at least the local wildlife didn't bother him. Not like he tried to get away from them, no. He barely radiated any heat, and even if anything was to get drawn to him, they would soon realize he is not much of a meal. Saying that he lost too many hats to feral beasts that roam the outback.
He opened his pocket watch, and looked at the display, illuminated by the light coming from his eyes. It was 3 minutes past 8. He closed it and put it back in his pocket, sighing. At least making a sound. He couldn't really sigh after all. If he would to run, which wouldn't be a problem, he would most likely rip his trousers, and likely make more of a dangerous approach. Someone with a trigger finger might make another hole in his hat. And that would make the fifth hat lost this week. Now that he thinks of it, he loses too many hats. Thank god there is no short supply of hats around the wasteland. Which is, yet again, a mystery that is left unsolved. However this time he would rather keep it as it is, as long as he can get hats no problem. A gentleman must always attend to his looks.
By the time he finished his inside speech about how a gentleman should dress, he was only about a 100 meters away from the checkpoint. He shone his reflector to reveal a few armored vehicles, and a makeshift wooden barricade. As soon as he lit his lamp, the reflectors that sat on the wall instantly lit him up too, which was a bit too much for his eye. When you go around not noticing your eyes are already in night vision mode, you can get really blind all of the sudden if someone switches a light on. Nevertheless he waved for the guards and raise his arm up to show he means no harm.
- Greetings gentleman! I have come with haste as soon as I received your radio signal. May I ask you to not shine those lights of yours into my face, please? Or is that how you treat new candidates? - The guards turned the lights away and looked at each other with confusion.
- Thank you fellas. May I come in now? I want to talk to a man called Solomon Troy if i remember right. Is he here now? Or did I arrive in his absent?
@TheUnknowable Oh ok. That sounds pretty bad. I would personally stick to prefabs, but yk. So is it a valid tactic to literally fence yourself with a flaming fence so if they want to get close they are burnt to crisps. Just because you said they get hurt from heat. Of course it would attract a lot but YOLO.
So can I make a soldier character? Or strictly settlers?
So can I make a soldier character? Or strictly settlers?
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@TheUnknowable Glad you made such a flawless answer. To be honest I already knew you had the answers but I was just testing. But still one more point. Wouldn't prefabs be built, so they keep as much heat in as possible for effiency? That would emit heat below 3-4 Celsius which is easy to mask even at night. Or I shoulf ask the better question. What is the annual norm for temperature. Cause that gives a good idea about how hot or cold the nights are.
Also did military come with us? Or was it only settlers.
Edit: No matter the answer, I like the RP. Will make a CS when I have time. Just asking around for possible solutions in the future :D
Also did military come with us? Or was it only settlers.
Edit: No matter the answer, I like the RP. Will make a CS when I have time. Just asking around for possible solutions in the future :D
@datadogie Yeah well, we all write differently.
And I dare to say I love all the posts so far. It really goes and makes you beleive you are on a sinking ship. I am currently making a map for the PDA for all to see.
And I dare to say I love all the posts so far. It really goes and makes you beleive you are on a sinking ship. I am currently making a map for the PDA for all to see.
Wait me a second. Why is it that we stay here? And if we did have prefab buildings, shouldnt they protect us? Or whats about the ship we came here in the first place. And also if you have energy weapons, pretty sure you have gauus weapons too which are basically a no brainer in a situation like this. Neglegable heat, very high stopping power, and no sound. What about all of the above?@TheUnknowable
@Zetsuko
Haha yea lol, sry for that. Its just gonna be like th and ch with my other character XD
I am going to fix it
Haha yea lol, sry for that. Its just gonna be like th and ch with my other character XD
I am going to fix it
Yay called out to the void. There was no answer. He asked again. This time there were a few moans and coughs. He instantly recognized one voice thought. The swearing of Derek the Sergeant who was supposed to help them up here. Wasn't much use after the bullet hit. There was also the sound of the new girl who was at the helm at the time they were knocked out. "Is everyone alright?" More groans and coughs. He could catch the muttering of the comms officer. He rolled over to his right and grabbed a console. He slowly stood up bending and looked around the room. In the red light of the emergency lights, the bridge looked more grim that it should have. Torn terminal and scratches all across the wall, bodies dismembered and lying in pools of blood. There were some who moved, thought he couldn't catch who they were, apart from the ones he heard. He slowly walked to the Captain's terminal, but he only found a hole where everything was supposed to be. The bullet came right through here. At least the captain didn't suffocate in space. The other terminal in the room all went haywire, some gently blinking, some in pieces. There was one however that was blinking stronger than the others. He looked over to the blinking terminal, where a man was doing something. Suddenly the terminal lit up, and it revealed a robot. Actually the terminal WAS the robot.
- Rebooting sequence activated. Critical Error.
- Oh you piece of crap! Work goddamnit!
The man continued to tinker for some time until he gave up.
- Error. Error. Error. Error....
- Shut up you tin can! - The sound of something hard hitting metal vibrated through he room, echoing like a ghostly rhyme.
- Rebooting complete. MARTYN unit operational.
Jay couldn't help but grim over this funny sight. His face hurt, but he relaxed a bit at least by smiling.
- You just had to ask kindly, see? Are you alright? Is everyone alright? Someone needs help? - He looked around the room once again to see who is injured and is in need of help? - Any medics here?
It wasn't really noticable at the time, but if one was to listen they could hear the quiet vibration of the engines running through the metal plates, which hinted that the manouvering systems were online, trying to set the ship on course.
- Rebooting sequence activated. Critical Error.
- Oh you piece of crap! Work goddamnit!
The man continued to tinker for some time until he gave up.
- Error. Error. Error. Error....
- Shut up you tin can! - The sound of something hard hitting metal vibrated through he room, echoing like a ghostly rhyme.
- Rebooting complete. MARTYN unit operational.
Jay couldn't help but grim over this funny sight. His face hurt, but he relaxed a bit at least by smiling.
- You just had to ask kindly, see? Are you alright? Is everyone alright? Someone needs help? - He looked around the room once again to see who is injured and is in need of help? - Any medics here?
It wasn't really noticable at the time, but if one was to listen they could hear the quiet vibration of the engines running through the metal plates, which hinted that the manouvering systems were online, trying to set the ship on course.
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