I liked the idea of modern warships, not just dredging up 80-year-old ships. Missiles flying high and low.
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STATUS: Summer break is almost over. Back to work/school and all that non-fun stuff. 3 mos ago
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Summer break is almost over. Back to work/school and all that non-fun stuff.
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Summer break is upon me! Woo Hoo! Roleplaying, Warhammer (Age of Sigmar), writing a book, and the gym are my main activities for the next nine weeks.
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The dot over a lowercase i and j has a name! It's called a tittle, which is a noun meaning "a tiny amount or part of something". Like the dot over an i or a j.
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Cows don't leave the slaughterhouse, steaks do.
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Empty your mind. Be formless, shapeless, like water Put water into a cup, becomes the cup Put water into a teapot, becomes the teapot Water can flow or drip or crash Be water, my friend --Bruce Lee
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I am a veteran of the United States Army and the US Army National Guard. I spent three years on Active Duty serving in the 4th Infantry Division (Mechanized) at Ft. Carson, CO, and the 3rd Armor Division at Kirch Göns, West Germany. I spent 18 years in the Army National Guard with the 26th Infantry Division "Yankee" and 29th Infantry Division (Light), "The Blue and the Gray". I was deployed to Bosnia-Herzegovina with the 29th ID (L) in 2001 - 2002. I have also been reading military history articles and books for 50 years. I do prefer Military Role Plays over all other genres, primarily because I have a vast knowledge of the subject including personal experiences. At the very least, my characters are always veterans.
I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about fifteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.
When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons (Edition 1 & 2). Later editions came out after I quit that game. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts. I love doing this form of role play, especially since I have a solid foundation on the past.
There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.
I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.
Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over four years ago. :(]
Almost two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.
Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.
--Gunther (AKA: Old School)
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I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about fifteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.
When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons (Edition 1 & 2). Later editions came out after I quit that game. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts. I love doing this form of role play, especially since I have a solid foundation on the past.
There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.
I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.
Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over four years ago. :(]
Almost two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.
Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.
--Gunther (AKA: Old School)
Gunthers Cast of Hooligans
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@XandryaNo worries. I am all about the drama. Penny and Imani can be hostile toward one another.
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Settling In
The captain was a nice enough man to work for. Penny was pretty happy with how things turned out. She didn’t ask about wages, but in her predicament, getting paid wasn’t as important as getting away from the Skyplex. But she wasn’t out of the woods yet. Now she had to get her bags past “Big D” Ellingsworth and his son Jake.
Derrick Ellingsworth was a local crime boss who seemed to have his hand in everyone’s till. He liked to go by the name, “Big D”. Penny figured that if his name was Quinten, he would be Big Q. Since his name was Derrick, he was Big D. Whoever started that idea of nicknames was something Penny never contemplated. It was just the way things were.
“Come on Izzy, we need to get our stuff,” Penny told her daughter. “We don’t want to spend too much time with Big D and Jake. Let’s get in, get our stuff and get out. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mummy,” Izzy studied the ship from the inside as they headed down the ramp. Then she studied the ship from the outside. What she could see was certainly impressive to her 11-year-old eyes. Sure, she’d seen ships larger and cleaner than this one, but its smallish size attracted her to its aesthetics.
The pair walked calmly through the skyplex until they came to a metallic door, closed from the inside. Penny stepped up to the door and turned the door handle downward. It unlatched easily enough, and the pair were inside. Fortunately, no one was inside the door. They walked down a set of steps to a lower deck. Once there, they followed a steel corridor to the third door on the left. This door opened easily enough as well. Inside were their belongings.
“Take the backpack and the suitcase, Izzy,” Penny instructed her daughter. She needed to help carry stuff back to their new home. Penny picked up the handle on the oversized trunk. A handle extended out of one end and wheels were strategically placed to make it easy to roll along flat ground. She pulled the maroon and white zippered duffel over each arm, so it was neatly attached to her back. Then she pulled on the handle and began dragging the footlocker out into the hall. “Let’s go, Izzy,” her mother spoke in hushed tones.
The two walked quietly and hurriedly down the corridor to the stairs. “Grab the other end of the trunk. We’ll need to carry this up the stairs.” Izzy grabbed an end and struggled to get it up. “Take the lead and guide it up. I’ll take the weight.” Slowly they made their way up the stairs. Izzy had to stop a few times because the weight was too much. She understood the danger of getting caught or leaving. Her mother explained this in detail during the walk here.
Finally, at the top of the stairs, Izzy put the trunk down and Penny managed to get her end up and turned toward the door. She could almost smell freedom. As she was about to reach for the door she heard a familiar voice. “Where do you think you lot be off tah?”
Penny stopped in her tracks. At least it wasn’t Jake or Big D. “Where ye tink ye be off tah?” the irritating voice cut through Penny like a knife. “Ye, not headin’ out tah dur wittout a gud bah?” The voice originated with a massive woman named Patty, weighing in at over four hundred pounds. The woman sweat as a natural course; wet pit stains seeped through her blouse. The woman always smelled of urine. Her hair, a mop of blonde hair, and food stains adorned the front of her shirt.
Penny twirled about, “Patty, so nice of ye to show us off.” Penny smiled the most cordial smile she could muster. “Yea, we are leavin’. Please give mah regards tah Big D.”
“Ye kin quit ta play actin’. I knows ye kin tok raht, bein’ from da inner werlds.” Patty was not smiling. She would sooner throw Penny and Izzy to the wolves than give her a break. “But ah gots tings ta do. Git yer boney arse outta mah sight!” She spat on the floor.
Not one for looking a gift horse in the mouth, Penny quickly rushed Izzy through the door. She heaved the trunk out the doorway and didn’t look back as the pair headed off towards the loading dock. Somehow the encounter with Patty motivated Penny and Izzy to move quickly. “Mummy,” Izzy looked at her mother, “Patty scares me.”
“Me too, sweets. Me too.”
When they arrived at the ramp of the China Doll, no one was around. They dragged their belongings up to the crew quarters and pushed them inside. Once they were in their room, they looked at one another and smiled. Then they both cheered, yelling at the top of their lungs. “We are free! We never have to look at those disgusting people again!”
“But mummy, what of the crew here? We know sister Lyen is nice and Captain Strands appears all well and good. I certainly admire Lucky, but what of the rest? Could we be settling into another bad spot?” Izzy was curious.
“Don’t you worry, sweets. Mummy will take care of you,” She hugged her daughter and then began to unpack. They set up the one bed they would share and put clothing into drawers.
Izzy saw something shiny on the floor and bent down to pick it up. “Look mummy, I found a Gold Doubloon!” she eyed the coin over in her fingers. “Shiver me timbers, Walk the Plank, Ready to Sail. Are we on a pirate ship? I wonder what the story is behind this gold doubloon?”
“I don’t know, sweets.” Penny smiled at her daughter. Let’s explore the ship and see if anyone is around.
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