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Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

@JbcoolI wasn't sure, because according to http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Black_Templars, the novel The Last Son of Dorn states that they follow the Imperial Creed and view him as a god(Chapter 6, specifically, listed as source 23a), so I wanted what you thought. I'll probably have him do so, as that makes for more interesting interaction with the other members of the Kill-Team.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

@JbcoolUnder YOUR interpretation of the canon, do the Black Templars worship the Emperor as a god, or honor him as a man? Want to make extra sure I get this right, since I'm playing a Chaplain the answer affects a lot of things.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

@FantasyChicNo need to worry! I understand that the holiday season is jam-packed for everyone, so don't feel too pressured or anything.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

@JbcoolAs I was unaware you were including the first successor chapters in your "original chapters" comment, I'll probably be rethinking Black Templars, if only cause I'm sure there's something more interesting out there.

Warhammer 40k: Epsilon Kill-Team, a Death=][=Watch RP [18+][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Greatly interested. I'd like to try my hand at making a Chaplain. Dunno which chapter yet, though...Maybe Black Templars...

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

@SepNO SPOILERS! I'm seeing it sunday, and if you say ANYTHING I will destroy you.

Weird Roleplay Ideas You're Afraid To Pitch?

So I had an idea for one based on an episode of a kid's show I've been binging lately for the nostalgia trip, its a kinda stupid idea, but I'd like to do it if people were interested:

A most-likely-Free level RP based on the age-old literary concept of Boys Vs. Girls, only in a hilarious Terminator-level of grimdark. The idea is through time travel shenanigans, a young girl in the present has created a future where girls rule the world, and anything "boyish" like action figures, footballs, bb guns, and the like are outlawed. Boys are transformed into girls whenever discovered, and hope is nearly lost. The remaining boys have formed a resistance group to try and fight back using ramshackle technology and junk, like old football pads as armor, or a tin can launching weapon. The idea is pretty ridiculous, and I doubt anyone would take it seriously, but its fun to think about, at least.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

@Tsar GattoI won't be posting until everyone else has posted, though I believe Leotamer is still suffering from internet issues, so that just leaves @FantasyChic and @Avanhelsing. Then I'll answer everyone's IC questions, and we'll move on to the good stuff.

For a Fistful of Credits: A Star Wars Story

Relloc stood with the others in the rain, his head covered by a hood, and eyes safely secured by the engineering goggles he usually wore. As they stood waiting for Mus, he carefully checked over all the tools and spare parts he had brought with him, making sure they were all together. Looking over the ship, he was sure he would have his work cut out for him. The multitude of loose panels, exposed wires, rusted bolts and welds, and the way the ship leaned to one side were all things that would take time to fix, time Relloc wasn't sure he'd have with this motley crew.

When the first gunshot went off, Relloc winced. Gun and blaster fire was something Relloc had never grown accustomed to, even after his time with the rebellion and on a smuggling freighter. Watching in a mix of awe and horror as Mus dragged the tentacled alien onto the platform. The blood and viscera flowing from the being's leg made Relloc's stomach uneasy, and the sudden second shot to his chest made Relloc gag slightly. As the body slid down the platform and over the edge, Relloc placed a hand over his stomach, the unwell feeling making him feel like he might be sick. As the ramp of the Bounty clattered to the ground and Mus gave the order to load the ship, Relloc rushed to load crates onto the ship.

Wanting to ensure he had done his fair part, Relloc did not stop until the last crate was loaded. Taking whichever Hammock was left, and not even bothering to see who he was paired with, Relloc tossed some of his less-valuable belongings into the footlocker, and headed for the kitchen to meet with the others.

The kitchen, if you could call it that, was hardly an acceptable environment in most regards. Covered in more grime than Relloc, which in itself was an accomplishment, the thing looked like it hadn't been used to prepare food since the Great Hyperspace War. Taking a seat near the others, Relloc quietly awaited the briefing.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

@Tsar GattoIt's just north of London, far enough to avoid the severe bombings, but close enough to be protected by the RAF, and be involved in events in the city.