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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@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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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.
@LordZellArea 51 is outdated terminology, and was really only used by the CIA to refer to the base. Proper names for the base are Homey Airport, or Groom Lake/Groom Lake Air Force Base. It's also primarily used for testing Aircraft and Air-based Weapons, so your utilization of the technology housed there would be limited to that field of conflict for the most part, and that's without mentioning that many of the projects there are likely prototypes barely ready for field testing. It's also less of a 'base', and more a defended airfield, with it primarily being a remote detachment for Edwards Air Force Base in Southern California, and considered by the government to be an extension of Nellis Air Force Base. It's past experiments include the Lockheed U-2, A-12, D-21, Have Blue, and F-117 Nighthawk, and testing Soviet and Chinese Aircraft captured during various operations. Official CIA involvment lasted until 1979, and since then it has been under jurisdiction of the military brass at Edwards.
So while having the base under your control would aid in air combat, without also controlling the nearby Nellis AFB, and Edwards AFB, you'd be rather limited, and it CERTAINLY wouldn't give you a significant edge in most forms of combat.
I grew up on the 80s-early 2000s WWF/E stuff, dropped out of it for a few years, and am recently picking it back up. I've been to a couple house shows in Indianapolis, but I've never met anyone in the business, nor do I have any of the fancy contacts some of you seem to have. I'm just a humble fan.
@Lady SeluneSo from what I'm understanding is: In the story there's going to be a British Squad, a French Squad, a German Squad, and a Japanese Squad. Each person playing is going to create a soldier for each squad, so we each have 1 character in each of the 5 squads. Is this correct?
Also, is it possible for, as the Germans, to play a regular Wehrmacht soldier, outside a power armor suit? I'd presume the gear would still be a bit more sophisticated than the Wehrmacht's IRL gear in 1939.
The two samurai stood across from one another, blades drawn, and identical footwork as they paced. One was clad in shimmering blue and white, with a remarkable appearance, and a blade radiating power and status, a Crane. The other was a large, intimidating figure, wearing blood red, with massive armor accenting his already bulky frame, and a blade nicked and scarred with the signs of a hundred battles, a Crab.
They circled around each other, their steps drawing up dust from the court’s dueling ring. The court’s lord, a daimyo of the Lion clan, stood on the edge of the ring alongside a trio of Imperial magistrates, there to ensure the legality of the duel in question. The four of them watched intently as the tradition of Iaijutsu progressed, awaiting the moment the first strike would be made.
In a brief, lighting-fast moment, the blades were raised and swung. The Crane swung low, directing his blade towards the midsection of the opposing warrior. The Crab sidestepped this motion, bringing his blade down from on high, delivering a deft blow across the Crane’s face, blood coating the war-worn blade, and splashing across the floor of the dueling ring.
In one fluid movement, the Crab wiped his blade along the edge of its sheath, cleaning off the blood, before sheathing the blade itself. The Crane knelt against the ground, clutching at where the opponent’s blade had struck, directly across his eyes. One of the Daimyo’s servants rushed to the aide of the Crane, while the three Imperial magistrates discussed the outcome with great fervor. As the servant tied a bloody cloth around the eyes of the Crane, helping him stand and directing him out of the ring, the magistrates declared the Crab the legal victor of the duel, and the blow perfectly acceptable under Imperial law.
When the Crane returned to his own Daimyo, he surrendered himself at his lord’s feet, proclaiming himself a failure devoid of honor, and requesting the right of seppuku. The Daimyo refused him the right, stating that the Crane’s honor had not been tarnished, and that he was still of use. The Crane refused to acknowledge this, deciding that if the right of seppuku were to be denied to him, he would have no choice but to renounce his service to his lord, becoming Ronin until the day he could regain his honor by besting the Crab in a duel.
Years went by as the Crane wandered the land, seeking out anyone and everyone who would be willing to instruct him further in the arts of Iaijutsu, but none would. Despondent, the Crane soon turned his search to fortune tellers, seers, soothsayers, anyone would could predict the future, foresee his destiny. As he sought them out, he made the same request, and received the same answer each time. Each time, he asked if he would one day defeat the Crab that had bested him so handedly, and each time he was told yes, but that his victory would bring about great danger to the Emerald Empire.
In his arrogance, the Crane believed firmly that he could prevent this tragedy, that his skill as a warrior and duelist could both defeat the Crab, and spare the Empire from tragedy. And so again the Crane sought to improve his skill, seeking to bring glory to himself, so that the great Iaijutsu masters might take notice of him, and teach him the skills he would need to one day best his now-rival, the Crab.
Jake is a ghoul, with all the usual features of rotting flesh, no nose, disgusting-colored eyes, crumbling ears, a raspy voice, and little to no hair. He wears the uniform and gear of an NCR trooper, with rank insignia denoting him as a corporal in the NCR Army, and a red beret denoting him as a member of 1st Recon.
Personality: Jake is a gruff survivalist type, not speaking often, and not liking to spend very much time around people or in urban areas. He prefers the company of the wilderness, a good spotting partner, a bottle of whiskey, and a pack of cigarettes.
Faction: A Corporal in the NCR Army, a member of the 1st Recon division, and a citizen of the NCR.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat) Strength: 5 Perception: 8 Endurance: 5 Charisma: 4 Intelligence: 5 Agility: 8 Luck: 10
Backstory: Jake was a loner even before the Great War, and it shows. He rarely talks about his past, though the wedding ring he wears around his finger, and the cross necklace he keeps around his neck are hints at it, and he can often be found muttering something he calls a "prayer", or reading a worn black book with faded gold text reading "he oly Bibl" on the front.
Jake's past following the war is a bit more open. He was one of the people "lucky" enough to become a ghoul, living in a small california town that was just far enough from ground zero to give him the perfect dose of radiation for the reaction. From there, he wandered California and the surrounding areas, spending quite a bit of time in a town called Broken Hills, where Humans, Super Mutants, and Ghouls lived in relative harmony. That all ended in 2242, which the uranium mine sustaining the town went dry, and everyone left.
From there, Jake moved to what had become the New California Republic, becoming a citizen and an eventual member of the Army. His training went well, with decent enough marksmanship to earn him a place in the Recon branch of the Army, eventually finding a home in 1st Recon, the primer scouting and sniping unit of the Army.
He would soon find himself deployed to the Mojave, scouting the area, and playing rival to the presence of The New Legion, fighting off raiding and scouting parties from across the colorado, while also combatting raider and bandit groups throughout the region. At the moment he's lacking a spotter, so he's having to do alone what snipers usually do in pairs.
Weapon choice: He carries a scoped .308 Hunting Rifle, and a 9mm pistol as a sidearm.
Jake is a ghoul, with all the usual features of rotting flesh, no nose, disgusting-colored eyes, crumbling ears, a raspy voice, and little to no hair. He wears the uniform and gear of an NCR trooper, with rank insignia denoting him as a corporal in the NCR Army, and a red beret denoting him as a member of 1st Recon.
Personality: Jake is a gruff survivalist type, not speaking often, and not liking to spend very much time around people or in urban areas. He prefers the company of the wilderness, a good spotting partner, a bottle of whiskey, and a pack of cigarettes.
Faction: A Corporal in the NCR Army, a member of the 1st Recon division, and a citizen of the NCR.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat) Strength: 5 Perception: 8 Endurance: 5 Charisma: 4 Intelligence: 5 Agility: 8 Luck: 10
Backstory: Jake was a loner even before the Great War, and it shows. He rarely talks about his past, though the wedding ring he wears around his finger, and the cross necklace he keeps around his neck are hints at it, and he can often be found muttering something he calls a "prayer", or reading a worn black book with faded gold text reading "he oly Bibl" on the front.
Jake's past following the war is a bit more open. He was one of the people "lucky" enough to become a ghoul, living in a small california town that was just far enough from ground zero to give him the perfect dose of radiation for the reaction. From there, he wandered California and the surrounding areas, spending quite a bit of time in a town called Broken Hills, where Humans, Super Mutants, and Ghouls lived in relative harmony. That all ended in 2242, which the uranium mine sustaining the town went dry, and everyone left.
From there, Jake moved to what had become the New California Republic, becoming a citizen and an eventual member of the Army. His training went well, with decent enough marksmanship to earn him a place in the Recon branch of the Army, eventually finding a home in 1st Recon, the primer scouting and sniping unit of the Army.
He would soon find himself deployed to the Mojave, scouting the area, and playing rival to the presence of The New Legion, fighting off raiding and scouting parties from across the colorado, while also combatting raider and bandit groups throughout the region. At the moment he's lacking a spotter, so he's having to do alone what snipers usually do in pairs.
Weapon choice: He carries a scoped .308 Hunting Rifle, and a 9mm pistol as a sidearm.
@Letter BeeSo, since we're using an alternate timeline, and the fate of the non-Synth version of the character was never truly determined, I decided to write up the original pre-War Nick Valentine as a ghoul. Hopefully this is okay for me to play, but if not I will be fine with making another character instead.
Name: Nick Valentine
Age: 229
Looks:
Nick is a ghoul, with all the usual features of rotting flesh, no nose, disgusting-colored eyes, crumbling ears, a raspy voice, and little to no hair. He wears a remarkably clean button-up shirt and slacks, with a black tie around his neck. He has a shoulder holster for his revolver on, and over that he wears a brown suit trench coat, and a matching fedora on his head.
Personality: Nick is a kind, charming person, always ready to help those in need, and easy to get along with. He cares about all the people of the wasteland, even the brutish and misunderstood Super Mutants, or his fellow ghouls. He never turns down a case, and often eschews payment for cases
Faction: A licensed Private Eye under the NCR, he also has the blessing of Mr. House to operate in New Vegas.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L= (45 Points spread wisely. Cannot go over 10 on any one stat) Strength: 4 Perception: 4 Endurance: 4 Charisma: 7 Intelligence: 9 Agility: 9 Luck: 8
Backstory: Nick Valentine was originally a police detective from Chicago. He was brought to Boston to lead "Operation Winter's End," an operation to bring down mob boss Edward Winter. Unfortunately, Winter or one of his associates managed to find out about Nick's fiancee, Jennifer Lands and killed her in revenge for Nick's involvement in the operation.
The Bureau of Alcohol, Drugs, Tobacco, Firearms and Lasers received intelligence of associates of Winter discussing her whereabouts, but senior officers decided not to place Jennifer or Nick into witness protection in order to avoid compromising the investigation. To make matters worse, Nick and the rest of the task force on Operation Winter's End discovered that Winter was actually working for the BADTFL and the district attorney against the other mob bosses in exchange for immunity.
In the weeks preceding the fall of the bombs, Winter was released and Operation Winter's End was disbanded. Nick was ordered to seek treatment for PTSD at the C.I.T., where his brain was scanned as part of his treatment.
Following this treatment, Nick decided to take a vacation in Las Vegas, to get his mind off of the events that had just occurred. It was there he was when the bombs fell, just on the outskirts of the city, in a hotel. Thanks to Mr. House's defense system built inside the city of Las Vegas, Nick managed to survive the explosions of the bombs, though the fallout radiation managed to still harm him, turning him into what would become known as a ghoul.
With what now appeared to be immortality of age, Nick decided to take to the one thing he knew how to do best: helping others. Guiding people he found in the mojave, to the relatively unscathed city of Las Vegas, he managed to save dozens, if not hundreds of lives. Eventually, once Mr. House reopened the strip, he would ask for and receive permission to set up a detective agency there.
With the arrival of the NCR, and their occupation of territory directly west of the city, Nick would eventually take a trip into their territory, ensuring a license to practice his craft in their land, before moving back to New Vegas. This is where he is now, running a detective agency of steadily-increasing fame, and doing his part to help the people of the wasteland.
Weapon choice: Prefers pistols, currently uses a .44 revolver.
Name of Faction: The American People's Salvation Front
Flag:
Platform: Modern Chinese-style Communist State, with influence from Cuba.
Important Individuals: Primer John Browder, Public Communist Sympathizer, puppet for the Chinese government General Zhu Fuxi, Supreme Commander of the APSF Military Forces, assigned to oversee the war for the Chinese Government.
Territory: Occupying the entirety of Florida and Louisiana, as well as the southern halves of Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia, and the Gulf Coast region of Texas.
History: The Communist revolution in the USA, did not come from the Communist Party like many would expect. Instead, the formation of the military-political faction that would become the American People's Salvation Front found its origins in Anti-War Chinese Sympathizers, aided and influenced by Chinese and Cuban espionage agents shipped to the mainland from Cuba. Starting in Florida, the movement managed to gain followers under a guise of ending the war, deposing the unpopular regime, and instigating one chosen by the people, for the people. John Browder was chosen for his excellent public speaking skills, and his willingness to serve the Chinese government as a de-facto puppet.
Successfully disarming the National Guard and converting many of its members, with aide from munitions brought in prior to the breakdown of the United States by the Chinese and Cubans, the APSF seized control of the state of Florida, and quickly spread both further north, and along the Gulf Coast. With military leadership supplied by the Chinese, and troop training on par with that seen in the People's Liberation Army, the APSF quickly captured territory in Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, and the coastline of Texas.
Now seeking to consolidate their forces, build some semblance of defense after such a rapid expansion, and ensure a constant supply flow from China to Cuba to the mainland US, the APSF is currently seeking legitimization and acknowledgement from the world stage as the Free People's Republic of America. Currently, China, North Korea, Cuba, Laos, Vietnam, and the Communist Party-led government of Nepal back this claim. However, much of the world still does not recognize the fledgling state, and diplomatic attempts to establish relations have been met with failure in most of the nations on Earth.
Military Forces: The American People's Salvation Front is primarily composed of Infantry utilizing Chinese-based tactics and training, with Americans making up the bulk of combat units, but Cubans and Chinese comprising much of the support staff for the forces. Weapons are primarily those seized from National Guard and US Military armories, such as the M16 line of rifles, with recent supply shipments bringing in Chinese Type 95 and Type 03 automatic rifles, as well as the occasional crate of Cuban AKM assault rifle. Rumors persist that the Chinese have brought in cyber-warfare experts, designed to infiltrate any and all electronic systems used by the other various factions involved in the civil war. There have also reportedly been sightings of Chinese special forces operating on the frontlines, though China denies providing anything beyond support staff and munitions. The Chinese navy has provided shipping of supplies and protection of these convoys, but they have not begun active involvement in the war. Likewise, heavy equipment such as tanks, aircraft, or artillery emplacements have not been provided by the Chinese, with any found to have been American models, captured from military and national guard installations.
Thanks to a completely foreign support staff and political structure, the APSF is able to field more infantry than expected for a rebellion group. Their fortifications are well-manned, and well-built, and they have consolidated their forces well throughout their territory.
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.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">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.</div>
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