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STATUS: The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight. 8 yrs ago
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The hidden benefit of wearing 8 rings total? They double as a pair of brass knuckles in case you get into a fight.
8 yrs ago
Just as we would turn around and condemn or laugh at our ancestors for their barbarism, our descendants will do the same.
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8 yrs ago
I'm happy with participating in a single RP - Something tells me I'm the only one?
8 yrs ago
In Batam for a month after quitting my job. Been powering through my writing since. I guess this is where I call myself a full-time professional writer.
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Try not to rush each other. If it's anyone's fault the RP is going slow now, it's gotta be mine. :) Guess it didn't help that I didn't have a decade of experience in roleplaying like other people, but I promise I'll do my best and try to bring myself up to speed ASAP. I'll do my best to bring in a lot more stuff for you guys to work with so this doesn't happen again.
Hmm... Can I have some feedback on how to avoid awkward situations like this in which no one has anything to post?
Alright, one more post and then we'll move on.
Proser did say that he'd wait for a few more people to post.
I guess it's your turn then, Proser, since no once else wants to take up the challenge :D
Proser did say that he'd wait for a few more people to post.
I guess it's your turn then, Proser, since no once else wants to take up the challenge :D
Hopefully. I'll just wait for a few more posts before I go on. Also, I kept forgetting to add email addresses to the collab document, not that it's in use yet.
Regarding combat posting... Combat will follow a more casual-styled posting structure in that single paragraphs, quick actions are allowed. GM posting will also change in combat, simulating NPC and Alien activity.
Regarding combat posting... Combat will follow a more casual-styled posting structure in that single paragraphs, quick actions are allowed. GM posting will also change in combat, simulating NPC and Alien activity.
I'm just worried that the only interesting thing is combat. I wanted this to be character-driven too, but I guess maybe it's too early for this RP to be defined in any way.
Man... Is it because of the way I'm writing? I've always had the feeling that I'm inaccessible to roleplayers because I'm more used to writing conventionally...
Can't wait to see your post :) The rest of you too, because I'm rather excited by the ideas I have to move the story forward.
Creepy-posted!
2020, 19 December 2020, UNXIPU
A fleeting, solitary conversation was struck between two men hailing from opposite ends of the world from each other. Silence ruled as the newly formed Echo Squad was just settling in, only to be disturbed by a distant rumble that kept coming closer and closer, like a stampede of rhinos from the heart of Africa. As the noise came close enough, footsteps could be heard - numerous footsteps, certainly coming from more than a pair of booted feet.
Shortly after, the double-doors into the quarters of Echo Squad swung open forcefully, as if giants were behind opening them. What was behind them were probably worse. A highly esteemed Chinese officer of captain rank decked out in fine formal uniform was holding one door while a rather grim looking Chinese Class 3 Chief Sergeant, his head covered in numerous scars, was holding the other. Another Chinese soldier, a serious-looking Staff Sergeant was wheeling in a huge cart full of black duffel bags accented by the usual UN light blue. A Mongolian Corporal with a rather out-of-place smile followed with what appeared to be portable furniture. The place was very new after all. Echo Squad was newly formed, and so was UNXIPU. Echo Quarters was never used at all, and as such was as bare as it was clean.
When the cargo had cleared the doors, the Captain and C3 Chief Sergeant closed the door behind them. While the latter looked like a volcano ready to explode, the Captain gazed at his new squad indifferently, his face made of porcelain, hiding tangles of secrets both petty and major behind it. The latter, covered in scars, glared at those sitting or lying down on their bunks, his eyes wide with rage, as if insulted a thousand times over.
Then the Captain, his nametag saying his name was 'Lee Da Jun' shifted his calculating gaze over to 1st Lieutenant James Kim, then to the other officer, the Korean Hyun-Seong, who he noticed had a defiant book in her hands. He looked down at them with an authoritative gaze with his left hand gripping his ceremonial Jian calmly, expecting something. The Sergeant Major of the squad, the rather severe-looking if not frightening spectre of a man covered in scars (His right ear bitten by a bullet, a rather thick graze scar on his left cheek and a line curving around the back of his head were tell-tale signs of how much he had gone through, and those were the more obvious trophies he had taken), looked just about ready to shout and deal out punishments at everyone, but his painfully fiery, piercing gaze directed at the NCOs of the squad told the more observant who he would likely blame.
The two soldiers who had wheeled in the goods had fallen silent. They had previously been conversing in Chinese about something - fluency in the language would yield that the Chinese Staff Sergeant believes that the squad would be laidback while the Mongolian Corporal the opposite. It seemed apparent who was right.
A fleeting, solitary conversation was struck between two men hailing from opposite ends of the world from each other. Silence ruled as the newly formed Echo Squad was just settling in, only to be disturbed by a distant rumble that kept coming closer and closer, like a stampede of rhinos from the heart of Africa. As the noise came close enough, footsteps could be heard - numerous footsteps, certainly coming from more than a pair of booted feet.
Shortly after, the double-doors into the quarters of Echo Squad swung open forcefully, as if giants were behind opening them. What was behind them were probably worse. A highly esteemed Chinese officer of captain rank decked out in fine formal uniform was holding one door while a rather grim looking Chinese Class 3 Chief Sergeant, his head covered in numerous scars, was holding the other. Another Chinese soldier, a serious-looking Staff Sergeant was wheeling in a huge cart full of black duffel bags accented by the usual UN light blue. A Mongolian Corporal with a rather out-of-place smile followed with what appeared to be portable furniture. The place was very new after all. Echo Squad was newly formed, and so was UNXIPU. Echo Quarters was never used at all, and as such was as bare as it was clean.
When the cargo had cleared the doors, the Captain and C3 Chief Sergeant closed the door behind them. While the latter looked like a volcano ready to explode, the Captain gazed at his new squad indifferently, his face made of porcelain, hiding tangles of secrets both petty and major behind it. The latter, covered in scars, glared at those sitting or lying down on their bunks, his eyes wide with rage, as if insulted a thousand times over.
Then the Captain, his nametag saying his name was 'Lee Da Jun' shifted his calculating gaze over to 1st Lieutenant James Kim, then to the other officer, the Korean Hyun-Seong, who he noticed had a defiant book in her hands. He looked down at them with an authoritative gaze with his left hand gripping his ceremonial Jian calmly, expecting something. The Sergeant Major of the squad, the rather severe-looking if not frightening spectre of a man covered in scars (His right ear bitten by a bullet, a rather thick graze scar on his left cheek and a line curving around the back of his head were tell-tale signs of how much he had gone through, and those were the more obvious trophies he had taken), looked just about ready to shout and deal out punishments at everyone, but his painfully fiery, piercing gaze directed at the NCOs of the squad told the more observant who he would likely blame.
The two soldiers who had wheeled in the goods had fallen silent. They had previously been conversing in Chinese about something - fluency in the language would yield that the Chinese Staff Sergeant believes that the squad would be laidback while the Mongolian Corporal the opposite. It seemed apparent who was right.
I've been doing a lot of stuff lately. Writing articles. Doing long distance runs. Uni's starting tomorrow. I'll get a post up tomorrow. I just need a break from writing :D. In the meantime, thanks for staying interested guys! :D
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