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The Gun Shooters

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@manapool1its always open........

The Gun Shooters

The year.....is a year that is after the current year. The place.......is probably accessible by car. The shooting......is illegal....

WELCOME TO THE GUN SHOOTERS

The world is in chaos. Cats roam the streets. The economy is doing decent. The EU is in talks with Russia. And, worst of all, the Canadian dollar has gained more value than the US dollar. This is due to the villainous acts of the evil Eicholon Organization, a group formed to turn everyone into their slaves via media control. They have already succeeded in the first, and biggest step: removing humanity's ability to shoot the guns. Now, nobody can resist. Or, so they thought.....

You are.....a GUN SHOOTER. You are part of the special group that can still shoot a GUNS. Your goal: work with your Freemason sponsors and take down the Eicholon Organization. Beware, they're very powerful. Your first mission is making it from the despotic wastes of Los Angeles to the chaotic hellpit of Vancouver. Good luck, Gun Shooters

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The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Hey, if anyone wants to land softly, I can help you out

The Meme Team

HAROLD looked out upon the cancerous land. He hadn't bothered to learn it's name. HAROLD hadn't bothered to do a lot of things. There WAS one thing he bothered to do: complain. He launched into a tirade about the stale memes this world was made out of, and how back in his day on the shores of New Jersey he had met a meme vendor with an inventory so fresh it once killed a man. But those days are long gone. HAROLD focused, optimizing his meme-seeking sunglasses to scout out his coworkers. Just as he guessed: a bunch of stale memes. At least the Harambe-lovin' one was a """""trap""""". Those're ever fresh as memes. As the Blackhawk landed, HAROLD let loose a cascade of ancient dollar bills, just so everyone knew HAROLD had made his entrance. Maybe it'd distract everyone from the 2009 music that was playing out of one of the other helicopters. Pffft. Such nubiles.

The Meme Team

@Hostile was it ok for me to post HAROLD in the Char tab? Or should I have gotten approval?

The Meme Team

HAROLD

Name: Harold In All Capital Letters

Age: 2576 in All Capital Letters

Gender: Male in All Capital Letters

Gamertag: pengis_deity

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Personality: Harold is a very flamboyant and arrogant man, all because of his name being in all capital letters. He despises people, and only enjoys the presence of crack cocaine and money. Truly, a bad man, but in all capital letters.

Bio: Harold was born 2576 years ago, in New Jersey. As we all know, at the time New Jersey was a despotic wasteland ruled over by the Grande King. Harold came from a humble peasant family, but had far greater aspirations. So, he did the unthinkable. He changed his name to be in all capital letters. Then, he ran outta town because he did NOT want to fight some kind of all powerful warlock. Because his name was stylized in such a matter, he is immortal. Now he goes around scamming people and committing murder.

Weapons:
Primary: Just a rock taped to an empty clip
Secondary: Weaponized sunglasses
Melee: His fists
Thrown: Dollars that have aged to the point of becoming pieces of metal.

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

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The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Sorry for the shit post, I'm very busy IRL atm. Glad to be here!

The Westminster League Of Extraordinary Individuals (WWII Superhero Spy RP)

Akiva closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Deployment time. How joyous. He took a glance at his surroundings. The Italian was giving a speech about deployment and the "plan" and all that bullshit. The plan was simple. Go north, and destroy the Reich from the inside out. Or outside in. Akiva had many strong suits, but vocabulary wasn't one of them. No, he had bigger things to worry about than how they were entering the German territory. Like the terrain. For him, knowledge of their surroundings was vital. Hopefully, he would be able to improvise should they enter unknown territory. Second on his list was his "comrades in arms". He took a look around. Some Spaniard with ridiculous hair, a blonde Brit, some Polish girl, the list went on. He took a look at the Asian woman, and his brow furrowed. He had very little contact with the culture of the Orient, and thus couldn't tell her nationality. But, such things did not matter. All that was important was the cohesion of their various abilities, to maximize effectiveness and stealth. There were many things Akiva did not want, and torture by the Gestapo was high on that list. He sighed, and continued to take in his surroundings. The group leader (Her name was Maria? Yes, something like that) was talking to the Spaniard. Something about bringing gold. That, that was smart. Gold had many useful properties. He would give the man a handshake, but he seemed preoccupied. Yes, yes, all were preoccupied. This was a very busy time. Soon enough, they would be within the reign of Herr Hitler. But, then again, it was all worth it. All for the plan, that is what he told himself. All for the plan.

Looking around, he felt useless. He needed to make an impact on the group, or at the very least, get an idea of their capabilities. He figured the Polish or Russian girl would be the easiest to approach. After all, they had both had land stolen from them. Perhaps they could both partake in a kind of vengeful streak against the Reich. Clearing his throat, Akiva spoke, "Hello, you are Polish? As am I. I hope we may become friends.", he said with an outstretched arm. English wasn't his first language, but he certainly had to try. For all he knew, she was Russian. Otherwise, he would've begun with Polish. But, there was no use making a fool of himself.