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8 hrs ago
Current being non american, halloween is mostly just a reason to log into games i haven't played for months to check out the cool events
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2 days ago
"my basement"
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2 days ago
most of them are looking for something quite specific
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18 days ago
I did. Part of advertising for my Sonichu memorabilia resale business.
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18 days ago
Even with that new data I could still beat up a trex
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If you enjoy my posts then consider pressing here to see my 1x1 interest check. Now listen to the tale of a man far from home longing to see its greens again.



About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.

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Well done. Looking through I actually made a few mistakes, I shouldn't have relied on the NATO unity symbology which I don't actually know I'll stick with text. I also noticed that there seem to be two hill 140s which I am slightly adjusting for. I'll have my corrections to Op. Ord. done by the time I'm off work
If Landain doesn't post first I'll do so tmrw.
I started writing a post over a week ago. Let's see if I can finish it tonight. I spent some time in the Army, as you know, @Gunther I was going to use the same format you used. Since my battalion is the Main Effort, it makes sense I take the lead.


Can you give me the gist of your plan? I was also writing something but I don't want to step on those toes

Also, pardon the brief disappearance. However I do not give up on RPs
I'll start on something later in the morning, well done.


Name: Paul
Age: 31
Gender: Male

Anything of Note: He has a shit-load of gear. A well kitted battle rifle, a helmet with low-light vision and an active headset, armour covering the rest of him, several sidearms, provisions, munitions, grenades, you name some soldier-boy shit and he has it.

Biography: Paul was once a militiaman, and if he was to be honest he'd prefer to still be one today. But one day his unit got wiped out by some fucking monstrosity. For some reason it spared him, but not before corrupting his tags to thus insure any other militiamen would think he was either dead... or worse, claimed. Thus with his comrades shooting him on sight he has little other life to choose. He doesn't want to be wandering with civilian dickwads, but his choices narrow down ever more.
Ill get something up soon
The knife was short and thin, but the monomolecular edge cut through meat and bone of the man's face like they were water. Aghast, the many other men and women of the room in their varied states of intoxication and undress made hand motions to demonstrate to the cultist that they had nothing to do with the dead fellow missing half of his head at their feet. Given their state, Nestor found this very, very improbable. But behind his mask he smiled, the change in his face and eyes giving some relief to the people before him. The fools thought they would have mercy. They would of course, but it was a spiritual one, in that they would be free of their sinful bodies to stand and repent before the Emperor.

He spun on a foot in a beautiful pirouette to end the life of another one of the people before him, but his vision faded before that could be done.




The cultist awoke in a pile of wreckage. His head hurt, as did quite a lot of the rest of him; monomolecular knives it were not good items to possess at the moment of being shipwrecked. He didn't lose any appendages but he certainly did have a great many lacerations about his body. He stood up with a groan, smirking as the people he was going to end had died anyway. He rooted around their small drug lab, taking the clothes off of them to create a small impromptu disguise as an ordinary denizen of the vessel.

After briefly examining himself in the reflection of his blade Nestor nodded and went off to look for other survivors.
Any particular sort of Fallout shit?

I used to do a ton of Fallout RPs

Preferably West-coast (FN1/2/NV inspired)
dying with crave for fallout shit brothers
Sorry it took so long.

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