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Zero Hex said
Considering you say you dislike Gundam and that franchise basically defined what's come to be known as the real robot "genre" and is what most people think of when you say "real robot" that discards about, what, at least 95% of the entirety of mecha to your tastes? You want a roleplay about stupid impossible robots that exist entirely because they're cool, but that is also gritty and realistic. Okay.


Not sure where that came from, just stating what I did not like.

EyeofThanatos, not trying to argue anything. My interests are different, and I never intended to try and push your game more to my liking.

It is your game.

I'll just bounce out here and now, knowing the direction and style you prefer, and give you my sincere wishes that your game runs smoothly, and to completion/satisfaction for you, and everyone else involved.
Tempest said
O.o what happened to this thread. Omg. I go and have spaghetti with chicken, green peppers, onion and mushrooms... And this thread goes crazy.... Keep up the good work! *thumbs up*


Tempy. Never have this problem again.

Get a Pork Butt (Also known as a Shoulder Roast).
Get a Crock Pot.
Wake up in the morning. Pull Pork Butt outta tha fridge.
In a bowl, mix some salt, some pepper, and basicaly anything else in your spice cabinet together.
Coat that fucking dead pig.
Roughly chop 1 or 2 carrots, 1 medium onion, 1-2 stick of celery. Dump that shit in crockpot.
Pour a little ACV in there. ACV? Apple Cider Vinegar homes. Get it.
Add a splash of whiskey or tequila if you're feelin' it.
Settle Porky down on his fresh new bed.
Turn your crock pot on to low. Get the fuck out the door, and go to work.

Get home and get rekked by the smell comin' outta your kitchen. Boil some spuds, steam some peas, you got yourself a badass fuckin meal with no real effort bitch.
Thank me with your love.
Zero Hex said
Yeah that sounds pretty cool. At the end of the day super and real are just stylistic choices anyway, the thing is that most roleplays seem to go entirely for a more real robot style for some reason. Also the whole bit about impossible feats, that kind of covers mecha in their entirety.


I just have a...suspension of disbelief wall. I can dig real robot, where ignoring for the fact that they exist, is about it. When things start getting Gundam with chrome bumpers, gaudy paintjobs, 80+ feet tall, able to dominate everything from land, sea, air, and space, to the point where they can wield weapons capable of ripping apart a capital-class ship....Yeah. That breaks my wall. I take my toys and go home :P

Always preferred a bit more grit, a bit more realism, and at least a nod to physics, rather than blatantly laughing at it.

I'm picky.
HeySeuss said
Luckily, the Solothurn weapon is Swiss. So that's easy.


Aye. I think Rudolph will be trained in it. Reading up on how it was deployed, carried, and trying to find videos of how it was operated.
TeddyBearMafia said
I'd suggest some variation on the , which was an early Polish variation used in 1939. But not a ton of European nations had locally developed high-caliber anti-tank weapons at the start of WW2.


Well, actually...The Solothurn S18/100 was initially deployed in 1938, and the Lahti L-39 was designed/introduced in 1939.
Any anti-tank devices good sir?
.....Rather interested. Totally allied. Fuck hands. Mechs don't need hands! :P
Character Sheet
Name: Rudolph Halliger
Rank: PFC
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Physical Description:
A rather short and stocky young man, standing five feet, five inches, and weighing one hundred-seventy two pounds.

Skillset:
-Strength and Endurance: Beginning with a stocky frame that seems almost square in his width to his height, his heavy build was honed by his life raised on a farm, to working in a factory lifting and manipulating heavy blocks of steel and iron. Rudolph can generally be counted on to lift more than his fair share of any weight, without complaint.
-Mountaineering and Camping: Shepherding sheep in the mountains around Luthern, he is used to living making simple shelters and hunting small game as his father taught him. It is one of the things he misses most about working his family's flock, was the quiet time out in the woods.
-Trained Jäger: Many who pushed themselves through the brutal Alpine Warfare training did so with pure desire for the extra pay that would be theirs. Rudolph did it with grim determination and a grin on his face, challenging every fibre of his being to push harder. It wasn't for glory, but for the humble desire to know if he could do it, and if he could then he should do it.
-Mechanical intuitive aptitude: While technically uneducated, Rudolph displays an impressive ability to understand how mechanical objects work, especially if he can take it apart to inspect the interactions of the individual pieces to understand the whole. If he can see how it is supposed to work, he can generally get it working, unless something is broken beyond the point of repair and must be replaced. If he has the facilities, he can replicate parts as well.


History:
Born in Grien, a small hamlet south of Luthern, to Wolf and Mihaly Halliger, a couple who tended a small sheep farm in the mountains. Rudolph was the second oldest of six children, his oldest sister, Maria, however contracted Polio and was born with a severely deformed right leg. Rudolph, as the eldest, able-bodied child, stepped into the role, helping his mother and father as he grew, helping to teach his younger siblings chores as they aged, and helping to take care of his sister. His duties to his family kept him out of school, though he learned to read and write from his younger brother Hirsch.

At the of twelve, he encountered something that would forever change his life, the Bauer's, the farmers whom Wolf (and most other farmers of Grien) bought winter feed from, had saved enough to get a tractor for around the farm. At his first sight of the raucously loud machine, Rudolph was entranced. He began spending time with Angelo Baurer, the head of the Baurer farm as they together figured out how to fix the machine when it was broken, and how to maintain it. Quickly the inquisitive mind of Rudolph overtook the elder's, and when the Baurer's bought the first automobile in Grien, he became their mechanic for it as well. At the end of his fourteenth year during the winter, Rudolph headed to Luthern, to the dealership of the Brozin tractors where he studied under the mechanics to learn more of the machines. By the time his sixteenth birthday came, he had built his family a cycle-car, a four wheeled vehicle with a wood frame, running a engine from a wrecked motorcycle he found in the Luthern junkyard.

Over the next two years, he spent much of his winters in Luthern, helping the mechanics around the shop, fixing things and learning more about the tractors, even solving problems. At the end of his second winter apprenticeship, he was greeted by Adolf Brozin, the owner of the company, with an offer: to work in the factory, making parts for the tractors, and the opportunity to rise from there. While Mihaly knew it was a chance of a lifetime, and would allow her son wealthy future, Wolf saw it differently. He wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. To take over the family farm in a few years, maybe marry Sofia Baurer, and raise their family on this land. The argument was bitter, and Rudolph left to chase his brighter future.

At the factory, he marveled at the machines that were used to make the parts and components, learning their names, their functions, and quickly how they functioned. Starting out as a shuttler, moving parts and raw pieces between sections of the factory, he saw and quickly learned the different positions, what they did and how they worked. He rapidly rose to machinist, cleaning engine block castings of flash before he mustered out for the militia.

In his basic training, Rudolph excelled, strong and fit from his life of farm work to machinist, able to endure the alpine conditions from his years of driving sheep through the rocky crags as a child. In anything physical, he was near the top of year's conscripts. As a rifleman however, he was slightly below average, but exceeding the requirements sufficiently. When put behind an M1904, he proved to be quite competent, and for the next several years through reserve training, was trained as a machine gunner. His commanders noted his raw strength in his ability to rapidly shift his gun emplacement for short distances when tactical flexibility demanded it.

Returning to the factory, the management assigned him as an assistant to one of their lead engineers, who was working on a new project, a diesel engine that would be used, hopefully in the company's first automobile. In 1935 however, Brozin Tractor answered a request by the government for prototype armored car, due to the increasing tensions with neighboring countries.

When the call for volunteer reservists came, Rudolph answered. When he returned to training, he answered another call for volunteers, for men and women interested in learning a new weapon system, the Gewehr M1939 Anti-Tank rifle. A monstrous rifle chambered for 20x105mm cartridges. While he may have be only a passable rifleman, and a competent machinegunner, it seemed he had found his place behind the heavy controls of the "Elephant Gun", attaining good accuracy with the violent rifle.


Psychological Profile:
Rudolph is a stoic man, having grown up on a farm, and since nearly the day he could walk, he's supported his family and those around him with his strength and tenacity, frequently at the sacrifice of his own desires. However, after fighting for his own desire once, left him with a rift in his family, to whom he has yet to return to. He is friendly enough, but prefers to listen than to talk. To those he becomes close to, he is a stalwart friend. To those who cross him, he restrains himself from fighting unless necessary. To protect a friend however, he has few compunctions over where his actions may lead.

He is intelligent, and quick thinking, but low on education. In the field, he struggles to understand the big picture of the battlefield, to take in cause and effect chain of action and reaction on the large, or grand scale. On the small scale, he can focus, and understand how to effect changes.


Equipment:
-Gewehr G34: Personally owned. Well kept, initials engraved on the underside of the tang. Can't be seen unless the action is removed from the stock.
-Gewehr M1939: Fresh out of the factory, and freshly trained with it. Weighs a stout hundred pounds, and is usually supplied with a pair of magazines.
-Jäger Uniform: As standard, except for a heavy woolen scarf his mother sent him, dyed a dark, earthy brown.
Anti-tank device?
Revans Exile said
Every cyclist I have ever met on the road acts like they own every inch of the road & that they can disobey the laws, rules, & common decency of the road. In short they are ill-mannered assholes who deserve to get hit by cars.My first encounter the cyclist was in the middle of the lane doing about 15 mph where the speed limit was 35 mph. My dad had his turn signal on when the ass looked back. My dad tried to pass the jackass intentionally changed lanes forcing my dad to either hit him or run off the road. The car was totaled and the piece of shit started laughing.Read in the news the next day the dill hole pissed off the wrong guy pulling some kind of shit, he didn't live to see the next day.Hobby riders who ride in parks are fine. They are decent people.


Sorry, but that "Every cyclist I have ever met..." is bullshit. I'd be willing to bet that they are the minority of the cyclists you've encountered. They're just that fucking terrible that they wash your opinion of everyone else. Trust me, I've been there as a cyclist myself.

Course, many, many drivers are entitled idiots, who don't know the rules of the road, or make their own shit up as it suits them. Had one asshole yelling at me because I took the lane in the city. Sad part was, I was out-accelerating the car in the lane beside me; I was not holding up traffic in any way, shape or form. But because I was a cyclist, (who has the right to take the lane where I am), I had to be slowing him down, regardless of the facts.

I will never deny that there is a section of cyclists who do ignore the rules of the road, and are fucking idiots who do deserve it when they "get hit" for being utter arrogant assholes. I take offense however when blanket statements get thrown about. Yes, I have broken a few rules of the road when riding myself; treating stop signs as yield signs and red lights as stop signs, however only in the dead of night when there is no traffic (And red light only because they can never detect a bicycle it seems).
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