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7 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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8 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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8 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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8 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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8 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.

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@Kingfisher Are we gonna wait for Simpilydebonair? He hasn't been online for awhile.


I'll start work on the next post tomorrow. He might pop up between now and me putting it up in the IC.
I left things intentionally vague about where Horus was heading, wasn't sure what was considered Pagan territory.


Really interesting to see different character's reactions to the situation. Horus seems to be the most opportunistic of the bunch.
@Sol Grim I loved the details about surviving in the wasteland at the beginning of your post. Very authentic stuff.
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I'll do my best!

I kinda struggle with character sheets in general but....


We believe in you, guy!
He dreamed a good dream, of Brotherhood Paladins burning down a village of ghouls and supermutants, with a synth smashed here or there.


Ad Victoriam Intensifies!

Oh dear. Missed the deadline.

Suppose I'll wait for apps to open again.


If you can get a CS up before everybodies IC introductory posts are done, I'm sure that I can make one little exception.
What are our binds? Rope? And we are gagged right? so we can't speak?


Binds are wire. No gags, just a bag over the head
Character applications are closed (for now) and the first IC post is up. Can't wait to see what everyone has in store!


“I wouldn’t, if I were you. The boss is in a foul -fucking- mood.”

O’Leary took a step back, the ghoul tilting his head to address the doorman.

“Who's got the boss’s panties in a bunch, this time?” He asked, his necrotic voice a guttural rasp.

“One of the NCR patrols grabbed Chaves and his prospectors. Sounds like the republic wants to make an example of them.”

O’Leary sighed.

“Motherfucker. I guess all this shit with the Lazzari family has got the good people of California breathing down their necks.”

“Pretty much,” the doorman grunted “President Bailey needs to show the wasteland that he’s still the one calling the shots.”

“What am I supposed to do with the prisoners, then?” O’Leary asked, his rot-riddled face twitching with annoyance.

“Improvise,” the doorman shrugged “just give them the bare bones version.”

“If I get strung up for this I’m gonna be fuckin’ pissed.” O’Leary grumbled, turning on his heel, and stomping off back through the bombed-out hallways which ran like a web throughout the Pagan’s temporary headquarters.

The walk back to the makeshift holding cell was a brief one, past peeling plaster and cracked brick. Grey hunks of metal were sprawled out across the floor, and centuries old electric cabling hang from the ceiling, swaying in the air like trails of frayed rope.

The Holding cell itself was fashioned from a Pre-War Freeze Room, with a humongous metal code-locked door guarding the way.

O’Leary punched the code into the keypad.

1-3 1-3

The door let out a deep groan as the lock steadily undid itself; its internal mechanisms dulled by centuries of neglect.

Inside were the prisoners; all bound and bagged, and knelt down on the floor. They were arranged in a line, stretching across the tiled floor of the now inactive freezer.

O’Leary set about taking the old sacks off of the prisoner’s heads, but made a point of keeping their wrists bound.

“Under normal circumstances we’d have shot you the moment you set foot on Pagan land,” the ghoul began “but these ain’t normal circumstances.”

O’Leary paused, taking a moment to look over the ragtag bunch of prisoners.

“Someone’s been killing our guys, and the boss reckons Donna Lazzari is behind it,” he explained “of course, we can’t be seen to openly oppose her ladyship. We need some nondescripts to head over to Reno and see what they can find out. The pay is two thousand caps, and your freedom.”

The Ghoul looked them over once more, carefully watching each prisoner.

“Who here plans on living to see another sunrise?”

Interested. Is some raggedy Sam Fisher activity permitted?


I'll allow it. Hop on over to the OOC!
Character should be up sometime tonight.

Perhaps not, my schedule is a lot more busy than I thought it was. I think I'll have to back out of this.


Really sorry to hear that, but I understand. Wishing you all the best!
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