[@Punished GN] you taught me that lifting is important and you're the reason I'm jacked but what are you lifting...?
12 mos ago
The grass at Stockbridge academy.
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12 mos ago
Alright I touched grass, now what ?
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12 mos ago
Tap in little note, US army inspector general RP will blow your socks off.
12 mos ago
Knew a guy who loved dojacat. Big dojacat simp, after he found out she was 'possessed' it was over for him.
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Hey what's up, my name is DeadDrop if you know me from RPG Guild then you know that I'm a true survivor. Maybe you roleplayed with me with on one of my successful roleplays series, or with me on another roleplay hosted by someone else. I have a way of presenting roleplay that is considered southpaw in traditional roleplay circles.
My favorite roleplays of all time would have to be the following:
...That's it, no runner up. I wracked my brain trying to find a third, but since Elron Koltrey is retconned well - guess we don't have a runner up.
Admittedly I trolled every roleplay I've been in on Guild up until a few years ago, I found none of them spoke to me and didn't treat them like they mattered. Only BLEAK and Nightland/Divinity Lost actually spoke to me, evoked emotion and made me think - of course the roleplays I'm still in do the same, and can't be added to the GOAT wall.
My current roleplays I'm enjoying and giggling in are:
Besides those two roleplays, I'm pretty much inactive. Alot of my day to day is moved off away from the guild, and I come back to service the above roleplays with insane imagination, bravado and dedication. In real life I'm an insane go getter motivated by a passion to continuously win, here I'm just a laid back roleplayer.
When I look for roleplays I find myself drawn to sci-fi, big story arcs and something that makes me feel. Needless to say, you don't find that alot on guild anymore, just downbad 1x1s and GMs with deadly aim.
Thanks for visiting my profile, leave a comment show some love and stay creative.
Maybe she forgot that the two were just walking pieces of paper compared to the Spartans, The Elites - oh and the fucking hunter. Elna wasn't even mad, maybe she coulden't see the bigger picture. She wanted to let her jaw relax so she could just mouth breath like her mother made her to be but the helmet strap was on too tight so her jaw didn't depart an inch. Maybe she should of called the Mammoth over earlier, or called them back before they passed that halfway part. Not the first time she had been charged either, but she was no psych-o-whatever she coulden't judge the weird chemicals in the Spartans head or her thought process. She could feel the proverbial waist noose tying around the two's waists, like kids wearing bracelets on a science school trip so they didn't get kidnapped.
"Yuh-huh?" Elna licked out between her jaw in response to the angry-Spartan mommy's rant. She'd play by Spartan-Alpha Morg-something's rules for now to avoid the headaches that would follow, it's not like they wanted to cause trouble it was just there's solace in flying into battle in a Mammoth rather than being scooped into a jar after being melted by a Forerunner laser.
Roy was a different case, mentally seething at the reprimand from the Spartan though it was hidden behind his awesome-sauce ONI helmet. She treated them like they were just marines, well - they use to be marines but they became smart spooks instead. It wasn't their fault that they ran, maybe the pilots shouldn't of crashed into a swarm. Roy was mission-critical, he was definitely smarter than any of the split jaws or conceited, Covenant-sympathizing Spartans. The Office has interests to maintain, if that means surviving a fatal encounter (for him) he'd do it again in an instant, they'd probably feel meager or remorseful when they had to call (or order) him to disseminate some intelligence gathered, or interrogate some URF plug.
However, due to the nature of the gross amount of covenant sympathy displayed (something apparently Elna doesn't notice) Roy would have to use some tact, charm, and perhaps a bit of gaul. Any imbalance of the three in his statement could result in the split jaws eviscerating them, or Morgensten freaking the fuck out (in whatever manifestation that maybe, he didn't want to know). Neither was desirable, he prepped his speech to appease Morgenstern.
"Spartan Morgenstern, it's evidently regrettable that we had to withdraw from the battle it was only done so tactically to acquire the Mammoth who at the time had no idea were still alive. So I made the call to head to go grab it, it's unfortunate we were too far out to turn back at the time but I'll stick with the call to move at the time. My intent wasn't to make us casualties right off the crash, however we'll continue to work closely with you during the mission you need not worry about our drive."
Roy wondered, would a spartan laser just fucking melt Vael or would he just explode into little Sanghelli pieces? Elna lazily blinked at Roy's desperate shilling or justification for it all, too bad it didn't matter in the end.
The two were the first of the group to make it to the Mammoth with their impressive running skills and meeting them halfway, they went to jump on the turrets like they planned to do so from the start and they began to fire on the rest of the robots when the Mammoth did finally arrive at to the group. Corpsing a few without too much remorse, the two went down to the cargo bay where they met up with the squads. Roy lacked behind as Cohen dragged over the Elite's Carbine, handing it back completely emptied of ammo. "Thanks." She said as she passed the extra weight off her person, returning to her BR-55. Roy hanged back behind his escort as they walked into the cargo bay.
"We're minto-pinto, Spartan." The place was massive and Elna quickly found a seat for herself on one of the seats attached to the Mammoth, Roy soon followed. The sentinels were a problem in numbers, but the group had the firepower to deal with them but the problem had come and gone and the mission could be continued without too many problems at hand. Sure they ran off to grab the Mammoth, but they were too far gone to turn back at that point. Neither were too concerned, so it appeared. It was a one-off move, regardless both remained mission-focused. Atleast there was safety in the Mammoth, for now.
While the desperate Spartan called out for the group to return, they were probably almost half way to the Mammoth before the call to return was heard. Roy tried to turn around, but Elna grabbed him by the wrist to prevent his return. "We're too far out." She growled before pushing the man back in the 'right' direction. They were too far gone to return to the beam spurting bastards only to be gassed and probably just to jump back on the Mammoth. The call from some no name marines came through, they'd try to come pick them up. Though a plateau had them delayed, upon seeing them move around the Plateau the pair adjusted their course. They would probably meet them half way, jump on and jump on one of those emplacements aboard and mow down some robot slag.
"Mammoth, expect to pickup two - we'll meet you halfway before the group." Elna radioed in, and ahead so they weren't turned into squishy ONI pancakes. They would jump on and hitch a ride back into the fight, if there are no complications that thump along the way.
Elna briefly looked over the carbine before the battle followed them, the sentinels nearing the group as the fire team open fired on them. This was the first time fighting a sentinel outside the sim for the both of them, but Roy took the initiative and open fired on a nearby one with his M7 popping it shields before Elna followed up with shots from the carbine, scrapping it without too much hesitation. Though they started to peel back towards the Mammoth, it was in their best interest to follow the order of the unimpressed Spartan. If the two could get to the Mammoth first they could provide more fire support than with their small arms, so they began to peel back towards the vehicle with haste. Taking shots at sentinels near them in unison, overwhelming any sneaky Forerunner junkbots where applicable. Though, both Roy and Elna were considerably lighter then the hunkier Hunter or Spartans, albeit a little weaker.
The outcome of the simulation didn't matter, it would remain between the two for the rest of the time like some kind of blood pact. Running the sim together was fun, at least for the two of them. The rest of the team didn't seem to think the training was important, at least at the start. ONI never really mixed with Spartans and definitely with the split lips. It didn't matter though, people would come around, would they? Those were some on the things on Elna's mind while Roy on the other hand analyzed the situation. Wars are fought on the desk of politicians, as long as they are happy in the end that' all that matters. Though, for the rest of the soldiers on the battlefield, it was a different story. It was a matter of survival, you had to make decisions in and instant. After the call was made the two prepared in their own ways, gearing up and rendezvousing at the hangar.
Elna and Roy just nodded their heads on mass to the Major's orders, not like drones but they knew the schtick. Though they kept their chatter to a minimum they could chat back in the mess or when they were dead. Boarding the pelican was a small feat in the grand scheme of things to come. Though Roy didn't know much in terms of anything about who these Spartans particularly were he trusted that they would pull through on the mission, the man only carried a M7 SMG while his counterpart was suited to dive into hell with her BR-55. She kept it in between her legs, aiming to the sky as she eyed the PO before her gaze turned to the others before focusing back on her target. Roy just sat strapped in as they took off, remaining quiet as the Spartans barked to each other. Things didn't feel right.
The pelican went down as fast it was put up in the air, the two braced. Elna more confident in her ship crashing survival skills than the spook, though Ryker would be the one to double-check if they were secured or not. The landing was rough but not something they had not survived before. Elna was one of the few to exit the pelician, they didn't crash too badly but it was obvious they would be in hot water first. Vael spoke about passing off his carbine which Elna went over to beg for. "I could use that." She said holding her hand out for the weapon, Roy crawling out of the crash just soon after.
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Hey what's up, my name is DeadDrop if you know me from RPG Guild then you know that I'm a true survivor. Maybe you roleplayed with me with on one of my successful roleplays series, or with me on another roleplay hosted by someone else. I have a way of presenting roleplay that is considered southpaw in traditional roleplay circles.
My favorite roleplays of all time would have to be the following:
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/175516-bleak/ooc]BLEAK[/url] by [@Mirandae].
[URL=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/171741/ic] Divinity Lost[/url] & [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/185080-nightland/ic] Nightland[/url] by: [@Poet] & [@Kino End] (These are the same people).
...That's it, no runner up. I wracked my brain trying to find a third, but since Elron Koltrey is retconned well - guess we don't have a runner up.
Admittedly I trolled every roleplay I've been in on Guild up until a few years ago, I found none of them spoke to me and didn't treat them like they mattered. Only BLEAK and Nightland/Divinity Lost actually spoke to me, evoked emotion and made me think - of course the roleplays I'm still in do the same, and can't be added to the GOAT wall.
My current roleplays I'm enjoying and giggling in are:
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/180490-cyberpunk-political-intrig/ic]π½π¦π₯ππππ₯πͺ: πππ πΎπ£πππ₯ πΎπππ[/url] by: [@Opposition]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/190100-the-envenomed/ic] The Envenomed[/url] by: [@LustForDecay]
Besides those two roleplays, I'm pretty much inactive. Alot of my day to day is moved off away from the guild, and I come back to service the above roleplays with insane imagination, bravado and dedication. In real life I'm an insane go getter motivated by a passion to continuously win, here I'm just a laid back roleplayer.
When I look for roleplays I find myself drawn to sci-fi, big story arcs and something that makes me feel. Needless to say, you don't find that alot on guild anymore, just downbad 1x1s and GMs with deadly aim.
Thanks for visiting my profile, leave a comment show some love and stay creative.[/h3]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/yWAiuBu.jpeg" /><br><img src="https://i.imgur.com/z5cY01J.png" /></div><br><div class="bb-h3">Hey what's up, my name is DeadDrop if you know me from RPG Guild then you know that I'm a true survivor. Maybe you roleplayed with me with on one of my successful roleplays series, or with me on another roleplay hosted by someone else. I have a way of presenting roleplay that is considered southpaw in traditional roleplay circles. <br><br>My favorite roleplays of all time would have to be the following:<br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/175516-bleak/ooc">BLEAK</a> by <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/mirandae">@Mirandae</a>.<br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/171741/ic">Divinity Lost</a> & <a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/185080-nightland/ic">Nightland</a> by: <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/poet">@Poet</a> & <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/kino-end">@Kino End</a> (These are the same people).<br><br>...That's it, no runner up. I wracked my brain trying to find a third, but since Elron Koltrey is retconned well - guess we don't have a runner up.<br><br>Admittedly I trolled every roleplay I've been in on Guild up until a few years ago, I found none of them spoke to me and didn't treat them like they mattered. Only BLEAK and Nightland/Divinity Lost actually spoke to me, evoked emotion and made me think - of course the roleplays I'm still in do the same, and can't be added to the GOAT wall.<br><br>My current roleplays I'm enjoying and giggling in are:<br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/180490-cyberpunk-political-intrig/ic">π½π¦π₯ππππ₯πͺ: πππ πΎπ£πππ₯ πΎπππ</a> by: <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/opposition">@Opposition</a> <br><br><a href="https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/190100-the-envenomed/ic">The Envenomed</a> by: <a class="bb-mention" href="/users/lustfordecay">@LustForDecay</a><br><br>Besides those two roleplays, I'm pretty much inactive. Alot of my day to day is moved off away from the guild, and I come back to service the above roleplays with insane imagination, bravado and dedication. In real life I'm an insane go getter motivated by a passion to continuously win, here I'm just a laid back roleplayer.<br><br>When I look for roleplays I find myself drawn to sci-fi, big story arcs and something that makes me feel. Needless to say, you don't find that alot on guild anymore, just downbad 1x1s and GMs with deadly aim.<br><br>Thanks for visiting my profile, leave a comment show some love and stay creative.</div><br><br></div>