Sweet.
Oh, also, nobody got my reference a while back?
<Snipped quote by Annelise>
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=T1GYsCMCLpo
Aaaaand now I need to watch the cornetto trilogy again…
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Kingfisher
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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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-reads teleprompter- Hello, I apologize for my extended leave of absence. I ended up getting super busy with school and work.
-smashes teleprompter-
sup dudes. whats been happening
Bby come back to us :'( <3
It is done.
I'll get to work on the Donna's response, just as soon as I've had myself some brecky.
I'm 90% done with my post. Just need to head home now and then finish it up :)
You are too good for this world <3
One can hope.
I can get to work on a post, me and @Sol Grim could just continue to Donna as if it were just the two of us (hopefully temporarily), like they suddenly remembered that they left their dogmeat chunks on the stove or something? Idk, small timeskip which we could always go back and fill in if need be?
That or I might mix things up an introduce a psychotic raider character or something.
I'm not going anywhere anyway.
Plus, we need to get @Chrononaut involved somehow. And btw, love Zel. Great post - I look forwards to her interactions with the rest.
Very much onboard with this. We can continue on with whichever members of the group decide to hang around.
Oh shit son, Raven in the house
@Kingfisher I imagine it's highly unlikely but thought I'd ask, just in case. Is this RP open? If you don't feel comfortable throwing a new person in, I completely understand.
Under usual circumstances we'd be closed, but a fair few seem to have gone dark on us, so I'm happy to take a look at your CS :)
Monday…
Urrgh…
How are we all?
Not too shabby, not too shabby. Uni is about to wrap up for the hols, so I'm content.
Yourself?
C'mon peeps
@Chrononaut Zelzibel is accepted! Feel free to move her over to the CS tab. Nice to be back at full numbers.
ALSO
ALSO
It's a cold summer night. It's always a cold summer night post-nuclear war California.
Esteves was pissed.
Months of intricate planning were all coming undone, and there was almost certainly going to be life-ending consequences if he didn’t act quickly. And now Mancini wasn’t answering his fucking phone.
Frustrated beyond reason, Esteves had called an emergency meeting with his contacts, who had just now come swaggering into his private bar.
“Forgive my brashness gentlemen...BUT WHAT THE -FUCK- IS GOING ON?!” The Ghoul slammed his fists down on the counter, glowering at the two new arrivals “Is this some kind of fucking joke?! I was promised, GUARAN-FUCKING-TEED, that everything would go off without a HITCH! Yet here we are! So much for your word being golden, West!”
Clayton West sat calmly on the other side of the bar, sipping at his drink. He was a handsome man, with a strong jaw and smart dress sense.
Then there was the other man. “Smog” he called himself; a raider from the ruins of Oregon. Whereas West was lithe and well-groomed, Smog was big and broad, with a scraggly beard and miss-matched armour.
“Respectfully, Mister Esteves,” West began “we did instruct you to account for all variables. Mister Smog and myself can hardly be blamed for your own shortcomings.”
“You wanna get smart with me, Clayton?!” Esteves snapped, his words coming out as a hoarse rasp “because I am in no mood to fuck around!”
“Sounds to me like that's all you’ve been doing.” Smog spoke up, in his deep, grumbling voice “Krezzman has kept up his end of the bargain, as has West. You were tasked with acquiring the offering, and you efforts so far have been laughable at best.”
Esteves felt a sharp spike of rage swelling up inside him, and he started to see red.
“How -FUCKING- dare you-”
Suddenly, Smog was on his feet. He grabbed Esteves by the scruff of the next, twisting one arm behind his back.
The Ghoul yet out a shriek of pain, just as Smog slammed his face down against the bar counter.
“The -FUCK- are you doing, asshole?!” Esteves hissed, spitting out a few droplets of blood.
“The President deems you to be a botched asset, Mister Esteves,” West explained as casually as if he was discussing the weather, slowly rising to his feet “Mister Smog will assume control of your operations from this point onwards.”
“Like -FUCK- he will!” Esteeves snarled, the wood muffling his words “as long as I draw breath-”
“I can’t imagine that will be for very much longer,” West shrugged “you’re too much of a liability to be kept alive. Quite frankly, you’ve been living on borrowed time for far too long.”
Esteves paused.
“H-hold on now…”
Smog pulled a .44 revolver out of its holster on his belt.
“W-wait! WAIT!”
-BANG-
Life left Esteeves with a gasp, his rotten brain spraying across the counter. Smog let go of the ghoul, sending him tumbling to the floor. His dark blood soaked into the carpet, turning it black.
“Damn zombies forced our hand.” Smog grunted.
“We’ll have to do the best with what we’ve got left,” West declared “get the Pagans loaded up into the trucks. We leave town tonight.”
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