@6slyboy6 Post is up, I bring sabotaged gifts!
Oh, very interesting! I can't wait!
Oh I'm in trouble XD
Yup! If you play with giants, imma play with giants
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I figured I should update my status. Tada!
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N I S Q H O G
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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Oh, very interesting! I can't wait!
Yup! If you play with giants, imma play with giants
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I think you misread something. Nobody said or implied that it was your turn to post.
Pssst, I know but I'm just making sure YOU are aware
I mean, I was gonna say I'm here to do dis shit, but seeing that everybody left, I doubt I can be "the playerbase"
Glad to hear ya'll here! Also, its your turn to post, not mine
@NecroKnight You will be the next one to get a reply. I swear to god.
I will be posting multiple small replies today. Maybe making one large post isn't they way to go after all ;D
Also cuz I have no Co-GM, even thought I knew that I needed one right from the start
Also cuz I have no Co-GM, even thought I knew that I needed one right from the start
@Wildman13
Unknown Location
"It seems like equipping the Militia won't do us any good. The our walker tanks are rushed by mythical creatures." A man whose face was shaded in darkness spoke up on the large screen. Other faces, also hidden, nod in agreement as they conversed through the holoscreens. In the middle of the dark holohub stood a single man whose figures were visible, but his identity was unknown. He bear similarity to a human, but his face was hidden by a holo-emitter. He turned to the man who spoke before, leaning on the railing of his platform in the middle of the room. "That is right. The Rarians have been mostly peaceful up until now, but it seems like they are underestimating our power. We show signs of weakness."
More nodding on the screens, and one of the shaded figures speak up. "So what are you going to do about it Praetor? Have you made any plans?". The loaded question silenced the room, and the buzzing of the holoscreens seemed to stop. The man in the middle scratched his face, and looked at a tablet in front of him. Loads of details about recent losses in Sector 17. Red and yellow bordering, marking the highly secretive nature of the documnet. Imperial propaganda usually hides the losses from the public. The Praetor put the tablet away and looked up at the screens again.
"This is a full blown rebellion, not just generally unstatisfied xenos. If we let the Militia handle them any longer, we may end up with a serious problem on our hands. Perhaps a threat that is bigger than Sector 17." Disbelief and surpise quickly encompassed the faces on the screens, their chatter becoming somewhat cacophonic to the ear. The Praetor meaningfully cleared his throat, and spoke up again. "Gentleman, calm down. We need not to worry. The Military is perfectly capable of handling the situation. I shall reinforce the planets in Sector 17 with an ample amount of our Military in the sector. Maybe the xenos will learn their lesson if they fight against soldiers whose equipment is not 2 decades old, and their training more than a month in a bootcamp. For now, rest at ease for there is nothing to worry about."
"You better handle this Praetor, or we will ahve to find a more suitable candidate for your positions. Someone who can deal with a few unruly xenos." With that, the screens turned black, one by one, and left the hub illuminated by only the signle tablet. "Competent they say. I'll show them that I know the universal 'language' that these aliens understand."
Unknown Location
"It seems like equipping the Militia won't do us any good. The our walker tanks are rushed by mythical creatures." A man whose face was shaded in darkness spoke up on the large screen. Other faces, also hidden, nod in agreement as they conversed through the holoscreens. In the middle of the dark holohub stood a single man whose figures were visible, but his identity was unknown. He bear similarity to a human, but his face was hidden by a holo-emitter. He turned to the man who spoke before, leaning on the railing of his platform in the middle of the room. "That is right. The Rarians have been mostly peaceful up until now, but it seems like they are underestimating our power. We show signs of weakness."
More nodding on the screens, and one of the shaded figures speak up. "So what are you going to do about it Praetor? Have you made any plans?". The loaded question silenced the room, and the buzzing of the holoscreens seemed to stop. The man in the middle scratched his face, and looked at a tablet in front of him. Loads of details about recent losses in Sector 17. Red and yellow bordering, marking the highly secretive nature of the documnet. Imperial propaganda usually hides the losses from the public. The Praetor put the tablet away and looked up at the screens again.
"This is a full blown rebellion, not just generally unstatisfied xenos. If we let the Militia handle them any longer, we may end up with a serious problem on our hands. Perhaps a threat that is bigger than Sector 17." Disbelief and surpise quickly encompassed the faces on the screens, their chatter becoming somewhat cacophonic to the ear. The Praetor meaningfully cleared his throat, and spoke up again. "Gentleman, calm down. We need not to worry. The Military is perfectly capable of handling the situation. I shall reinforce the planets in Sector 17 with an ample amount of our Military in the sector. Maybe the xenos will learn their lesson if they fight against soldiers whose equipment is not 2 decades old, and their training more than a month in a bootcamp. For now, rest at ease for there is nothing to worry about."
"You better handle this Praetor, or we will ahve to find a more suitable candidate for your positions. Someone who can deal with a few unruly xenos." With that, the screens turned black, one by one, and left the hub illuminated by only the signle tablet. "Competent they say. I'll show them that I know the universal 'language' that these aliens understand."
Shit! I forgot to mention that I was on a vacation the past 3 days. Realy sorry guys, I am so airheaded sometimes XD
I'll put myself on a pause for right now: I have total artistic block whenver I try to write a post. I already began writing an answer 4 times, and I ended up deleting it every time.
Until I come back, you guys should do all the collabs, just like I said previously. Hopefully I'll have more artistic ideas after the weekend :D
Until I come back, you guys should do all the collabs, just like I said previously. Hopefully I'll have more artistic ideas after the weekend :D
@Maollie@Drazah@Jeyma
"Who are we Stranger?"
"Yes, And who are you, Stranger?"
"Greetings."
"I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees You."
So many voices. Robots like him that were once derelict, now waking from the dust and seeking answers. He imitated the joy on his face, and wiped away a non-existent tear of joy. He had enought ime to learn and mimic the human emotions, thought he never quite understood the reason behind them. He learnt WHEN to mimic emotions, not WHY. But the robots in front of him provided a good oppurtinity to explore more of the planet, and raised their chances of survival greatly.
"Your names, I know not, but your greetings are welcoming to my ears. Now rise, and I shall explain you what I have learned so far." He stood still until his fellows all powered up fully and activated all of their sensors. Now that he had company, a warning light in his head ceased to exist. Maybe it was just another line of command, but he liked to think of it as intuition.An adaption of sorts that he acquired in his time wandering these wastes.
"I am Protagonist, an advanced android made for theatre performance. Long ago I woke up on this desolate planet, just as you stand before me, and wondered what my purpose here was. The answer is not yet known to me, but now I hope that you will help to discover our fate." Protagonist looked around and examined the reactions of the other robots. Most of them lacked facial features, and it was hard to distinguish any emotions, if at all. "Any questions?"
"Who are we Stranger?"
"Yes, And who are you, Stranger?"
"Greetings."
"I have heard of You by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees You."
So many voices. Robots like him that were once derelict, now waking from the dust and seeking answers. He imitated the joy on his face, and wiped away a non-existent tear of joy. He had enought ime to learn and mimic the human emotions, thought he never quite understood the reason behind them. He learnt WHEN to mimic emotions, not WHY. But the robots in front of him provided a good oppurtinity to explore more of the planet, and raised their chances of survival greatly.
"Your names, I know not, but your greetings are welcoming to my ears. Now rise, and I shall explain you what I have learned so far." He stood still until his fellows all powered up fully and activated all of their sensors. Now that he had company, a warning light in his head ceased to exist. Maybe it was just another line of command, but he liked to think of it as intuition.An adaption of sorts that he acquired in his time wandering these wastes.
"I am Protagonist, an advanced android made for theatre performance. Long ago I woke up on this desolate planet, just as you stand before me, and wondered what my purpose here was. The answer is not yet known to me, but now I hope that you will help to discover our fate." Protagonist looked around and examined the reactions of the other robots. Most of them lacked facial features, and it was hard to distinguish any emotions, if at all. "Any questions?"
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