Flightless_Soul

PUBG/Battle Royale inspired RP

It's quite simple. Either you kill or be killed.

Players are airdropped into a large area with environments ranging from dense forests to urban cities. Their objective, be the last man or last team standing. Unlike PUBG however, each player starts off with a basic loadout of their choosing. By basic, I mean no fancy attachments or gear. Just a primary, a secondary, a melee weapon, three grenades, and one choice of special equipment (I.E. a decoy, a recon drone, a riot shield, etc. As long as it's within reason)

Rules
-No whining or trolling. If you have a legitimate complaint, pass it by me.
-Don't be OP. You ain't God, brah
-Keep the nasty in the PMs, though I have no idea why you wanna get it on in the middle of war.
-Permadeath. If your character dies, you can make a new one.
-When you first post, wait till three posts before your next. Just so we don't leave people in the dirt.
-Post your CS here for approval by me
-If you've read the rules, put OORAH! at the bottom of your CS
-Have fun! And try not to get killed

CS:
Name:
Age: (18+ No kids allowed)
Gender:
Appearance: (Real only, no anime. Written description allowed too)
Loadout
-Primary:
-Secondary:
-Grenades: (limit three, one choice only)
-Melee: (No, you can't have a katana. Fucking weeb)
-Special Equipment: (Decoy, drone, riot shield, etc. Within reason)

Complete the sentence...

"I know your wife has been cheating on you with the divorce lawyer you unknowingly hired, and that you lost your home, your job, and your five children, but hey, it's dollar night at the titty bar."

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Yeah....Sorry guys, but I think I'll have to bail on this one. There is just way too much going on right now to keep up with this. If anyone wants to take over my characters, feel free to.

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Oh my lord, what happened while I was away

@Roughdragon1

Your guess is as good as mine...

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

@Luna Amore

m.youtube.com/watch?v=luM6oeCM7Yw

She was like an open book to her friend, it seemed. No way of hiding. No way of dodging. Harley felt her gut wrench with those very few words she spoke, her palms sweat, her mouth feeling like she had swallowed sand. Sooner or later, Natalia was gonna pry the truth from her...

So why bother hiding it anymore.

Despite a few hiccups, their study session had gone well. Harley knew alot more now than she did about the scientific method, thanks to all those videos and articles Nat pulled up. It really helped her alot, and the cowgirl was thankful for that, but still...she was troubled.

When asked if she wanted to print her paper, she merely sighed and bowed her head closing her eyes.

Dear God...give me the strength to get through this please...

"Hey...Natalia?" She lifted her head to meet the blonde standing by the printer. Her voice...it was quiet as a mouse and shook with sadness. "You...you were right. It wasn't a spider... I'm...sorry I lied to you again. I can't hold onto it anymore."

She took a deep breath before resuming.

"That phone call I got earlier. That was my mama. She...well...she was calling to check up on me, and...tell me about my brother.
He's...he's not doing to well."

The tears...she was fighting them with everything she had, Harley, but one slipped as she opened her laptop and showed Natalia...the picture.

"This is him, my big brother Jack. He's gonna be turning 26 next July...that is...if he makes it till then. He was in the Marines, always wanted to be a soldier when he grew up. I don't know why, really. I guess...cause he wanted to protect me and mama and daddy. He was over there for about two years when...when his humvee got blown up and all his buddies got killed. Jack survived, but now...now he's in a coma...and...and the doctors are saying...he ain't ever gonna wake up!"

That did it for her. How embarassing it was to her, to fall apart like this in front of a sweet young girl like Natalia, but Harley's face fell into the desk...and she cried every single tear she was holding back.

---

"Nice tricks, Lena!"

It couldn't be...

Helena's heart skipped a beat in her chest upon hearing such a familiar voice yet again. Her face turned nearly stark white, her eyes almost bulging out of her skull with how wide they grew.

Slowly, she picked up her board and turned around. There he was.
Jason...

Not a word she said though, completely silent, in shock that he actually decided to show up. If the old Helena was standing here, she would have immediately run to him with a big smile on her face. Jumped right into the air and threw her arms around him, tackling him to the ground laughing with joy. But sadly...that Helena was dead and buried, beside her mom's grave at that fucking cemetery, the day of the funeral.

Now...there was only her left.



Helena looked at him for a moment, then sighed beraking her long silence.

"So...what took you so long?" She muttered, albeit a tad bitter.

What did take him so long? So long to show that he probably did still care for her, eventhough he had Madison and all his basketball bros? So long to show that maybe...he was sorry for abandoning her, for throwing her to the wolves like he did?

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Lol you guys are gonna practically force yourselves Into it hahah. If nobody wants to get robbed but nobody wants to fail I think that only leaves makeing a beast with two backs XD.

@BrightSteel

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@percius388 I shall forgive thee....for now.

In the meantime... am I REALLY sending Ashana to go sleep with a dwarf?!! O__O. *runs to church and drowns in holy water*

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@BrightSteel It's a fantasy manga, a very brutal fantasy manga, that inspired Hidetaka Miyazaki to create the Soulsborne series. By far one of the greatest, and deeply written stories I have ever read.

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Buzdrem drank down his beer and mentally prepared himself for what was to follow. Despite her obvious good looks and her sharp wit he knew her game, which really was a shame. A younger Buzdrem may have played. But the experienced Buzdrem didn't have time for games and thought that the young seductress may be of use to him yet. He noticed, despite acting very badly to look drunk, that Ashana seemed slightly on edge. Perhaps it was the man with the black powder weapon because she seemed mistrusting of him. Buzdrem shared her feeling of anxiety around what he thought was a Yazarian bounty hunter an so decided now was the time.
"M'lady Ashana," he said politely as he gently took her soft hand in his rough leathery hand.
"Would you care to join my upstairs in my room?" he asked trying to feign a smile. He was honest to a fault but hoped that Ashana mistook this for him being drunk.

@EldarionI

The dwarf was straightforward, she'll give him that, but even Ashana knew Buz was trying to play her as she played him. He wasn't drunk, not quite. It would take an entire meadery for this oafish prey to be piss drunk and oblivious to the spider in his midst. Even so, the anticipation was gnawing at her. She had him finally. Now it was time to move, but so soon? Yes, soon, before the hunter got any funny ideas.

Feeling his caloused palm grace her fair skin once kissed by the sun, a slight glow of fuschia emmitted from her pale cheeks. "Oh my~" Ashana purred, her lips curling into quite the pleasant and alluring smile. "You can't bear to wait any longer can you, Buz my dearest?
Yes, why don't we go to your room now? I'm just dying to see what you're hiding beneath that armor, you brawny beast you~"

She stood from the bar, taking his hand in hers and leading him across the room to the stairs. Her hips swayed beneath her dress in such a hypnotic fashion. It must have been quite the show to him. He too was probably imagining what awaited him beneath that dress. Oh...more than he ever dreamed of course. Twas a shame though it would be the last sight ol' Buz laid eyes upon, not that Ashana had made up her mind to kill him entirely, just in case he decided to pull anything.

Climbing the stairs, she waited for him to show her to his room. Again, the cold assurance she felt of the dagger's sheath gracing her bare thigh, a slight chill creeping up her leg. Oh...this was better than a night of rough lovemaking to her though, the thrill of those last few monents, those last few, tense moments...before she struck.

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There's....there's so many.... O__o *dies*

This is what I get for going on a Berserk binge...