Are there any countries that are off limits? Sounds interesting.
Nope, nothing is off limits.
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Nope, nothing is off limits.
A second Great War is looming over the world, with Germany testing its boundaries and Russia eyeing her neighbors with a greedy gaze. The eyes of the world are watching and anything could happen.
A World At War is set in the WWII period and focuses on the Dynamics of a all new kind of war. It is intended to be both an RP and a game, allowing players to pit their wits and skills against one another in a tactical, economic, and diplomatic setting. Control a country of your choosing or make your own (must be approved by GM). Choose an ideology, and it will shape your nation, and your allies. The date is September 1st, 1939 and Hitler is ready to begin his assault on Poland. This is where you can change history.
I will admit this is my first time as GM but I'm hoping to try and do my best.
If you're interested post here,
if you have questions PM me or the Co-GM @sirkaithethird
A World At War is set in the WWII period and focuses on the Dynamics of a all new kind of war. It is intended to be both an RP and a game, allowing players to pit their wits and skills against one another in a tactical, economic, and diplomatic setting. Control a country of your choosing or make your own (must be approved by GM). Choose an ideology, and it will shape your nation, and your allies. The date is September 1st, 1939 and Hitler is ready to begin his assault on Poland. This is where you can change history.
I will admit this is my first time as GM but I'm hoping to try and do my best.
If you're interested post here,
if you have questions PM me or the Co-GM @sirkaithethird
A World At War is set in the WWII period and focuses on the Dynamics of a all new kind of war. It is intended to be both an RP and a game, allowing players to pit their wits and skills against one another in a tactical, economic, and diplomatic setting. Control a country of your choosing or make your own (must be approved by GM). Choose an ideology, and it will shape your nation, and your allies. The date is September 1st and Hitler is ready to begin his assault on Poland. This is where you can change history. A World At War is played on a map of earth.
I will admit this is my first time as GM but I'm hoping to try and do my best.
Game Map: google.com/maps/d/edit?mid=1MI5O2u76M…
Discord Channel: discord.gg/4NtYkYA
If you're interested post here or PM me.
I will admit this is my first time as GM but I'm hoping to try and do my best.
Game Map: google.com/maps/d/edit?mid=1MI5O2u76M…
Discord Channel: discord.gg/4NtYkYA
If you're interested post here or PM me.
Soren was relaxing in his bed when a pair of men in white labcoats burst through his door, Doctor MacAllan and Doctor Eyre.
"Sir, we've intercepted the gate commands, they're opening to some place called 'Titania', and it's inhabited!"
Soren sat up quickly and shouted,
"General Adviser Ortega! Issue Order 141 immediately!"
The General Adviser entered the room with a frightened expression,
"Are you sure, Commandant?"
A terse nod from Soren confirmed his fears.
"Very well sir, may god help us all."
General Ortega rushed to the war room, shoving past a few secretaries in the hallway. He stopped behind the comms officer and sighed,
"Raise all of the Corps Commanders."
A few minutes went by and then five screens blinked to life with high ranking soldiers standing in them.
"First Army Corps standing by."
"Second Army Corps standing by."
"Third Air Corps standing by."
"Fourth Marine Corps standing by.
"Fifth Naval Corps standing by."
"The Commandant has issued Order 141. This is not a drill."
All of the Corps commanders visibly paled in response and hesitated for a moment before saluting and their screens went blank.
"Scan all bands for distress signals."
Ortega turned towards the hologram of the Earth that floats above the table in the center of the room when suddenly it was nearly entirely covered with red dots indicating devices transmitting distress signals. He gasped and knew at that moment that Order 141 was the only option.
Meanwhile in New Washington...
The gate opened with a bright green flash and monsters poured out. The soldiers guarding the gate from the civilians turned to see hulking Greenies towering over them. The first few seconds were completely silent as everyone looked each other over, then the Greenies charged forward with terrifying war cries. The soldiers were no stranger to warfare but these were foes like no other. Gunfire erupted through their ranks, Greenies dropping left and right with parts of them missing. A soldier with a large radio pack on was taking cover behind the APC they had arrived in as his compatriots manned it's crew served 20mm cannon and .50 cal machine guns.
"The gate is open, Command! Monsters are everywhere, we need reinforcements right fu-"
The man's transmission was cut off as an axe embedded itself in his skull.
The soldiers were running out of ammo as the Greenies kept coming and coming. Soldiers were falling left and right, victims of arrows or axes and the little goblins sprinting past them occasionally would jump on civilians and soldiers in groups of three or four and tear the poor soul apart. The rest of the horde stormed past the soldiers as they started to pile back inside their APC to escape the swarm of murderous beasts outside. Once the last of them were inside they stomped on the gas and tore through the streets until they encountered their brethren setting up fortifications around the city. The sergeant asked around and found out the city was being surrounded and that Order 141 had been enacted. They joined the defense as civilians streamed out of the city around them. After about an hour the streams stopped and all that could be heard is the echoing screams of people trapped inside with those things. A rumble in the air set everyone on edge until a wing of A-10 Warthogs few overhead, tearing the city apart with their 20mm rotary cannons. C-130 cargo planes flew over low and slow, dropping pallets of unknown objects into the city. The sergeant, Sgt. Oryn, was pulled down behind cover by another soldier. He was about to ask why when a massive explosion answered his question. More explosions followed and the ground shook beneath him. His ears were ringing and he couldn't hear the planes fly overhead but he could feel the ground vibrating as the A-10s strafed anything that moved in the city, their massive miniguns tearing Greenies in half with a single round. The strafing runs were concentrated around the gate, destroying obstacles and enemies. Suddenly a massive missile flew overhead, flying over the ruined city on a direct intercept course with the gate. At this moment the Greenies decided to make a push, throwing themselves desperately at the soldiers surrounding the city in an effort to escape the death from above but making little progress. Oryn waited for the explosion of the fusion warhead to claim him, but it never came. Little did he know the explosion had claimed plenty.
"Sir, we've intercepted the gate commands, they're opening to some place called 'Titania', and it's inhabited!"
Soren sat up quickly and shouted,
"General Adviser Ortega! Issue Order 141 immediately!"
The General Adviser entered the room with a frightened expression,
"Are you sure, Commandant?"
A terse nod from Soren confirmed his fears.
"Very well sir, may god help us all."
General Ortega rushed to the war room, shoving past a few secretaries in the hallway. He stopped behind the comms officer and sighed,
"Raise all of the Corps Commanders."
A few minutes went by and then five screens blinked to life with high ranking soldiers standing in them.
"First Army Corps standing by."
"Second Army Corps standing by."
"Third Air Corps standing by."
"Fourth Marine Corps standing by.
"Fifth Naval Corps standing by."
"The Commandant has issued Order 141. This is not a drill."
All of the Corps commanders visibly paled in response and hesitated for a moment before saluting and their screens went blank.
"Scan all bands for distress signals."
Ortega turned towards the hologram of the Earth that floats above the table in the center of the room when suddenly it was nearly entirely covered with red dots indicating devices transmitting distress signals. He gasped and knew at that moment that Order 141 was the only option.
Meanwhile in New Washington...
The gate opened with a bright green flash and monsters poured out. The soldiers guarding the gate from the civilians turned to see hulking Greenies towering over them. The first few seconds were completely silent as everyone looked each other over, then the Greenies charged forward with terrifying war cries. The soldiers were no stranger to warfare but these were foes like no other. Gunfire erupted through their ranks, Greenies dropping left and right with parts of them missing. A soldier with a large radio pack on was taking cover behind the APC they had arrived in as his compatriots manned it's crew served 20mm cannon and .50 cal machine guns.
"The gate is open, Command! Monsters are everywhere, we need reinforcements right fu-"
The man's transmission was cut off as an axe embedded itself in his skull.
The soldiers were running out of ammo as the Greenies kept coming and coming. Soldiers were falling left and right, victims of arrows or axes and the little goblins sprinting past them occasionally would jump on civilians and soldiers in groups of three or four and tear the poor soul apart. The rest of the horde stormed past the soldiers as they started to pile back inside their APC to escape the swarm of murderous beasts outside. Once the last of them were inside they stomped on the gas and tore through the streets until they encountered their brethren setting up fortifications around the city. The sergeant asked around and found out the city was being surrounded and that Order 141 had been enacted. They joined the defense as civilians streamed out of the city around them. After about an hour the streams stopped and all that could be heard is the echoing screams of people trapped inside with those things. A rumble in the air set everyone on edge until a wing of A-10 Warthogs few overhead, tearing the city apart with their 20mm rotary cannons. C-130 cargo planes flew over low and slow, dropping pallets of unknown objects into the city. The sergeant, Sgt. Oryn, was pulled down behind cover by another soldier. He was about to ask why when a massive explosion answered his question. More explosions followed and the ground shook beneath him. His ears were ringing and he couldn't hear the planes fly overhead but he could feel the ground vibrating as the A-10s strafed anything that moved in the city, their massive miniguns tearing Greenies in half with a single round. The strafing runs were concentrated around the gate, destroying obstacles and enemies. Suddenly a massive missile flew overhead, flying over the ruined city on a direct intercept course with the gate. At this moment the Greenies decided to make a push, throwing themselves desperately at the soldiers surrounding the city in an effort to escape the death from above but making little progress. Oryn waited for the explosion of the fusion warhead to claim him, but it never came. Little did he know the explosion had claimed plenty.
In The Pheonix Initiative you are a group of mercenaries hired by the Ultheron Corporation to tame a small planet in the outer reaches of our Galaxy. It was once a thriving metropolis world but it was torn apart by incessant war. Now much of the planet is a constant warzone. The vast majority of this planet's inhabitants are hostile and will be coming for your head the moment you make landfall. But, you are not alone. Your teammates and your Rig will help you survive. Your best friend in the world is your Rig. Your Rig is your mechanized exosuit that you can wear over your clothes to enhance yourself in various ways like speed, strength, or in some special instances your intelligence or reaction time. Your Rig can have armor and weapons mounted to it, enhancing your combat strength.
The year is 2999 and the universe has very recently been through a massive intergalactic conflict known as The Great War. The Terran Empire (humans) has just gone through a synthetic revolution, AIs have overthrown the government and installed a pacifist regime instead. Much of the Empire has fallen into disarray and broken away to form their own separate nations. The Galaxy is in chaos and that is a perfect opportunity for you.
This RP is high-casual/ low-advanced, so keep your posts legible and sensible.
PM me, post in OOC, or join the discord if you're interested in joining!
Discord link: discord.gg/6A22FJD
The year is 2999 and the universe has very recently been through a massive intergalactic conflict known as The Great War. The Terran Empire (humans) has just gone through a synthetic revolution, AIs have overthrown the government and installed a pacifist regime instead. Much of the Empire has fallen into disarray and broken away to form their own separate nations. The Galaxy is in chaos and that is a perfect opportunity for you.
This RP is high-casual/ low-advanced, so keep your posts legible and sensible.
PM me, post in OOC, or join the discord if you're interested in joining!
Discord link: discord.gg/6A22FJD
Soren sighed in apprehension. All around the world people were celebrating this new technology, but not him. He tried to be a logical person when he could, and the statistics show that it’s impossible for us to be the only life in the universe. What- or who- could we unleash upon ourselves by going to other worlds uninvited? Without observing them first? What if we found a world full of communists?
Soren shuddered in disgust before taking a drag on his cigarette. Better dead than red. He turned away from the TV and saw the Legacy Gate that had been erected near his mansion in New Washington, Cuba. New York was opening theirs, but he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. He couldn’t shake the feeling of foreboding that accompanied the sight of that gate. He had a platoon of soldiers clustered around the gate to prevent civilians from touching it or messing with it, but they weren’t carrying enough ammo for a sustained firefight. They would have to rely on reinforcements or the police to arrive with more if something bad were to happen.
“Sir, your presence is requested in the war room.”
Soren turned to see his secretary, Ms. Adeline Jensen, a beautiful woman of twenty two years with high cheekbones and shoulder length platinum blonde hair. She was the closest thing Soren had to a lover, they would hook up for one night stands occasionally but they never made anything official.
“Thank you Adeline, I’ll head down there right now.”
Soren made his way through his mansion into the war room, a bunker deep within the Earth full of weapons and battle hardened soldiers tasked with protecting their beloved Commandant. When he arrived he glanced around the room, the War Table was in the center of the room, a very large oval table made from mahogany and steel with a holographic projector mounted in it. Currently a hologram of the New York gate hovered above the table with information around it.
“Sir, the gate is giving off some strange readings, we’ve never seen these before. We don’t know what it will do when activated, but there’s too much power flowing through it to be just opening up to Alpha Centauri like Legacy said it would.”
Soren frowned. The gate hasn’t even opened yet and there’s already problems with it.
“How do we even know how much power that would take? Either way, that’s the US’s problem. They’re opening the gate, not us. Call me if we have a problem that I can deal with, otherwise I’ll be upstairs.”
Those eggheads always had problems with everything, BUT they were very rarely wrong. Soren didn't know what to make of this.
Soren shuddered in disgust before taking a drag on his cigarette. Better dead than red. He turned away from the TV and saw the Legacy Gate that had been erected near his mansion in New Washington, Cuba. New York was opening theirs, but he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea. He couldn’t shake the feeling of foreboding that accompanied the sight of that gate. He had a platoon of soldiers clustered around the gate to prevent civilians from touching it or messing with it, but they weren’t carrying enough ammo for a sustained firefight. They would have to rely on reinforcements or the police to arrive with more if something bad were to happen.
“Sir, your presence is requested in the war room.”
Soren turned to see his secretary, Ms. Adeline Jensen, a beautiful woman of twenty two years with high cheekbones and shoulder length platinum blonde hair. She was the closest thing Soren had to a lover, they would hook up for one night stands occasionally but they never made anything official.
“Thank you Adeline, I’ll head down there right now.”
Soren made his way through his mansion into the war room, a bunker deep within the Earth full of weapons and battle hardened soldiers tasked with protecting their beloved Commandant. When he arrived he glanced around the room, the War Table was in the center of the room, a very large oval table made from mahogany and steel with a holographic projector mounted in it. Currently a hologram of the New York gate hovered above the table with information around it.
“Sir, the gate is giving off some strange readings, we’ve never seen these before. We don’t know what it will do when activated, but there’s too much power flowing through it to be just opening up to Alpha Centauri like Legacy said it would.”
Soren frowned. The gate hasn’t even opened yet and there’s already problems with it.
“How do we even know how much power that would take? Either way, that’s the US’s problem. They’re opening the gate, not us. Call me if we have a problem that I can deal with, otherwise I’ll be upstairs.”
Those eggheads always had problems with everything, BUT they were very rarely wrong. Soren didn't know what to make of this.
Welcome to Blood and Steel!
In this NRP the date is January 1st, 1920. During the midst of WWI, a series of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions called the Cataclysm threw the world into disarray. Amid the rubble three superpowers stand tall. The United States, the last bastion of Democracy now led by President Kells. Second is Germany, led by a fresh faced Adolf Muller and his new Facist Party. Third, the USSR, led by Comrade Joseph Glukhovsky of the Communist Party. Food and water are the two most in demand items in the world. What isn't in short supply by any means is nationalism, weapons, and the will to fight for survival. The Cataclysm has broken apart the old world, and may do so again. Play as a real country or create your own!
The NRP is played out on an interactable map of the Earth, so locations, supply lines and terrain matters.
Technology is WW1 with minor leeway given towards other technologies. Some Post-WWI technologies may be discovered throughout the course of the RP.
Post here if you're interested.
Discord link: discord.gg/k5jTC9
In this NRP the date is January 1st, 1920. During the midst of WWI, a series of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions called the Cataclysm threw the world into disarray. Amid the rubble three superpowers stand tall. The United States, the last bastion of Democracy now led by President Kells. Second is Germany, led by a fresh faced Adolf Muller and his new Facist Party. Third, the USSR, led by Comrade Joseph Glukhovsky of the Communist Party. Food and water are the two most in demand items in the world. What isn't in short supply by any means is nationalism, weapons, and the will to fight for survival. The Cataclysm has broken apart the old world, and may do so again. Play as a real country or create your own!
The NRP is played out on an interactable map of the Earth, so locations, supply lines and terrain matters.
Technology is WW1 with minor leeway given towards other technologies. Some Post-WWI technologies may be discovered throughout the course of the RP.
Post here if you're interested.
Discord link: discord.gg/k5jTC9
Name: American Liberation Front
Population: 25,041,479
Expected Population Growth: 3% Annually
GDP: $250 billion donuts
Currency: US Dollar
Current Treasury: $163 billion
How you survived: I suppose we'll find out when we begin won't we?
Population: 25,041,479
Expected Population Growth: 3% Annually
GDP: $250 billion donuts
Currency: US Dollar
Current Treasury: $163 billion
How you survived: I suppose we'll find out when we begin won't we?
The Discord code doesn't work, could someone post a new one? Also, would two people playing the same nation work or should we just have two separate ones? Also, rather than have everyone state their territory you can use Google maps to mark it out on Earth.
Is this still accepting new people?
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