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    1. DepressedSoviet 8 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current i.imgur.com/iacvHug.jpg this is probably the greatest cosplay to ever make me irrationally angry
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8 yrs ago
8 yrs ago
Thought: A Hamilton-esque comedy-musical about the Russian Revolution, from Trotsky's point of view. Lenin would take a Washington-type role, the Tsar would be King George, and Stalin is Jefferson
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8 yrs ago
@Ophidian How do you think I feel? I'm 40-odd years behind you, and that STILL holds true for me.
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8 yrs ago
oi, fuk off m8. Don't see me coming into the status bar, shitting all over YOUR nation's political ideology.
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Just here for a bit of roleplay occasionally. I have an odd schedule, so please don't get too upset if I disappear. I'll do my best to let you know beforehand, though.

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@ClocktowerEchosAm I fine to post mine?
@Hylozoist Ah undertale, the game that punches you in the feels.


IMO: Undertale is a decent game, but I did not like it shoving the moral message of "Killing video game characters is as bad as real life murder" down my throat. The entire story revolved around that message, and it felt like it was more preaching at me for being a horrible person for using a medium with no consequences to engage in violence.
Viktor Sergeyevich Bezrodny: "Bog znayet gde, Bog znayet kogda"(God knows where, God knows when)

When Viktor was awoken from the drug-induced slumber, the first thing he said when he awoke was "YA klyanus' ko Khristu, yesli vy kosnulis' moi sigarety..." as he patted his various pant pockets. Feeling the familiar shape of the small cardboard box, he sat up on the bunk, pulling the pack of cigarettes out from the pocket, removing one, and lighting it with a lighter he had retrieved from a different pocket. Looking around at the room, and at the face of the man who had awoken him, and asked "Where are we? nebo? Is too nice to be ride to Uzbek..."
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Viktor Sergeyevich Bezrodny: "YA umer i popal na nebo"(I've died and gone to Heaven)

Having been to the 'head', the 'galley' and now the briefing room, Viktor had deduced they were aboard a ship, and a rather nice one at that. Certainly nicer than anything Viktor had had the pleasure of standing aboard. Several times, Viktor had been requested to stop smoking, and each time, he had offered a reply of "Ostanovi menya." So now, as Viktor sat in the room, cigarette in hand, he awaited what would be the most interesting event of his life.

As the Colonel gave the order, and the metal blinds slid back to reveal the dark void of space, Viktor let out a puff of smoke, saying "Chto zh, ya budu trakhal..."

Ultimately, Viktor would choose to stay with the others, far too eager to see how this played out to pass it up.

When the various alien races were brought across the screen, Viktor was sipping from a hip flask, and nearly spat out his drink. "Urodlivyye ublyudki, ne tak li?" he said to no one in particular, leaning in on his seat to look over the Salvesh, trying to get familiar with his new enemy.

When the stats and visuals for the alien environment came into view, Viktor heard the various murmurings referring to the severe heat and humidity, along with the various irritants in the air. "S Nebes, my spuskayemsya v ad..."

Viktor Sergeyevich Bezrodny: "Kto znal, chto ad byl na drugoy planete?"(Who knew Hell was on another planet?)


The jungle was hot, wet, and it made Viktor harsher than he already was in the field. The platoon was on patrol, and Viktor, along with C team of squad 2, were damn-near in the middle of everyone. As they progressed, the order to stop was passed down the line, and Viktor halted and readied with the others.

The order was made for Squad 2 to move up to the left of the now-prone Squad 1, to provide fire at a spotted group of enemies. Viktor waited at the ready, mentally and physically psyching himself up for the combat scenario of a lifetime.
@ValorI appreciate that Starting the game is listed as a Player Goal
@HylozoistYeah, that'd be fine. However, I don't know about this getting off the ground, as nobody seemed to actually come over to this thread from the IC when I tagged them
I thought Half-Life 3 wasn't released because the series is a duology. Half-Life * 2 = Life.


That'd make sense, if it weren't for the fact that Half-Life 2: Episode 2 ended on a very big cliffhanger.
Lowered Expectations

Story of my life right there :v
As the various boarders from the Rigged Fortune progressed through the ship, Joran's feeling of uneasiness grew progressively unsettling, with Joran at an almost constant ready stance, the remainder of the stimm he had taken earlier pushing his senses to a higher level. This made Joran aware of various noises in the immediate area, including faint skittering sounds, and the somewhat distant clanking of metal against metal.

Moving ever forward into the ruined Hulk, Joran eventually noticed that one of the sounds came from behind them. At that moment, Joran called for his group to stop, wanting the possible pursuer or source of the noise to catch up to them. As they stood at the ready, none of them were ready for the hulking figure that reached them. A Space Marine.

The sight was rather short-lived, however, as another unexpected guest arrived. A minor swarm of various Tyranids came rushing into the room, and the meeting quickly devolved into an all-out fight for survival. Joran quickly switched on the flamer pistol attached to his lasgun, shooting flames out across the area, catching many of the Xenos swarm on fire. The fuel canister was quickly exhausted, and Joran switched to firing his lasgun, aiming for the various joints and limbs of the aliens.
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Not all revolutions require theft, as societies can peacefully and voluntarily transition from one government to another.


Saying it right now: It's not a revolution if its peaceful and voluntary.
@ClocktowerEchosIf ordered by a superior, he will fight, just don't expect him to actually be competent, or to not make his distaste heard during or after the fight. If attacked he will defend himself, but he's hardly anything closed to trained. The most he knows is point-and-click shooting, and he's used to having armed PDF or Militarum guards around, but he will defend himself if necessary, and fight if told to do so.
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