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I noticed a couple of things:

1. Shisa's character hasn't been added to the directory yet.

2. My dungeon hasn't been added to the directory yet. It's still here if you were looking for it.
Sergeant Wykes woke up to the sound of her horse neighing and kicking back. As she was still slumped over the horse's neck, Wykes was tossed back a bit. Hungover, she rubbed her eyes and groaned. "Well fuck me" she mumbled, feeling absolutely horrible. Her hair was in a mess, and her skin was clammy from having slept in chainmail. It wasn't the first time she had woken up hungover in chainmail, but she certainly did not get used to it.

The knight looked around. "What's for breakfast?" she yawned as she stretched out. She noticed a taller man attempting to break a door open. She remembered that man- he was from the night before. He could recall him breaking her arm, but as Sergeant Wykes moved her arm, it felt more or less fine. "Maybe I should stay off it just in case..." she wondered.
It says in the second post that character sheets are to be posted in the OOC. Also, I was actually planning on creating a new character over the weekend. I guess this means I'm in a bit of a time crunch if I want to join- or I could just use an existing character.
"GAAAH!" Daddy Liberty groaned as he felt the spear piercing his right shoulder. Daddy Liberty swung back, letting his rifle drop, supported by his sling as he reached his left hand over to grab the spear, pulling it out of his body. "HOOAH!" Daddy Liberty let out a noise that seemed more satisfied than pained. Turning his head, Daddy Liberty searched for his assailant. Finally, he had a good look at his target, and it sure was ugly.

The piece of flesh sputtered blood in a pulsating manner, making a good two squirts, before stopping. The blood had turned slightly black. "Damn you're persistent..." Daddy Liberty commented, as the black blood turned bright red once again. Healing had become a very active process for Daddy Liberty. Every time he sustained injury, he had to consciously make sure it healed otherwise the demon would do it for him and the damage would be irreversible. Forming over the wound, pink flesh as the healing process began slowly.

"I take it your name is Abraham" Daddy Liberty stated. Though it wasn't quite present much before, there was a slight Southern drawl in Daddy Liberty's vernacular. "You ain't very highspeed ain't ya?" he joked, looking at the spear before letting go, allowing it to fall. Daddy Liberty reached for his M4, Lady Liberty.

He pulled the charging handle, locking the bolt to the rear. He then reached into his pocket, pulling out a 30-round magazine. The magazine was locked into the magazine well, the first round chambered. Daddy Liberty switched the rifle from safe to fire, as he held it out using only his right hand.

Not even bothering to aim, Daddy Liberty pointed the rifle in Abe's general direction, squeezing the trigger once, firing a single round of 5.56.
As the horse trodded onward, it slowed down its pace to match that of the adventurers. Its rhythmic galloping seemed to lul Sergeant Wykes to sleep, as she slumped over the horse's main and grabbed its neck. Slow as it was, it seemed Sergeant Wykes would not fall off. She had a countermeasure in the form of straps which snapped on- she had them installed after the second time she had fallen asleep while on her horse. It was a trick some of the king's cavalrymen used, or at least a trick that was developed by some of her peers back in training so they could catch up on sleep while out training.
In ~~~~~ 9 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
Another question: You limit ammunition to 10 6 round magazines, yet you list SMGs and squad assault weapons. Could you care to elaborate? For instance, would an M249 be acceptable? How many rounds would it be limited to?
I might just open up a racing RP a la Redline, but more metal. It will be funk and metal. FUNKMETAL.
What are the rules of driving a car into and using it in the tournament?
"Alright guy who broke my arm. I guess I'm gonna follow you until I get my revenge. WOOHOO!" Cristine spun around drunkenly. She felt herslf to make sure nothing was missing, unscrewing the pommel on her sword, then twisting it back to make sure it was tight. "Buh-bye" she waved the tavern before opening the door and stepping through, leaving the door open to let in the draft.

Sergeant Wykes unhinged her horse and got on. It seemed that while her mental status was off, she still had some level of coordination. In fact, it was not the first time Sergeant Wykes had rode a horse drunk.

"Weeheehee!"
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