Maxxorlord

No Escape For Us (PRIVATE RP)

Worship only the Emperor, for He is your sword and shield in times of trouble.

Also, PIE!

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Woo. I love that new thread smell.

Also, Queen. I love how ya went through and actually put in the links and pictures and such from the original posts. It shows commitment to the cause.

Whatever..this cause happens to be..

The Skytower Rebellion

I find this to be a rather interesting thing you're developing here! I shall keep an eye on this one..

For now, however, I shall leave a flag here, simply because I can, and I will return at a later date.

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Huh. I didn't know 'at.

Also..There's a nation section now! Will we be moving over there?

The Superhero Guild

Before Fallout could even think, he found himself covered in ice. John couldn't budge at all within the thick layers of ice that had surrounded his armored body in an instant. Fallout, try as he did, could not find any traction on which he could brace himself to break through this prison he found himself in."They will come. When they do, they will break you." John growled, watching as the villain drew a very strange blade from behind his back. Fallout smirked. That piece of metal would do little against his armor. He had to hold back a scoff as the ice man tried to strike him with the weapon."Do you think your toothpick will do anything to me?" Fallout's jest was short lived, however, as his internal systems warned him of potential hull damage. Confused, Fallout looked over towards the gash in the metal. Sure enough, he could see little icicles beginning to form and stab down at the metal. John had to think, and fast. If the ice penetrated into his suit, he didn't want to try and comprehend what damage could be caused.

A few moments before the ice would have cut through his armor, John felt a massive amount of heat rush over him and the ice melt away into water. Fallout's suit sizzled, steam floating up from the blazing hot metal and dissipating into the air. The others had arrived, just in the nick of time."Thank you." John stated plainly, before returning his full attention to the battle at hand. They had this guy totally out numbered, yet he still put up a fight. What a fool he had to be. Why was he attacking some seemingly random street anyway? It didn't make any sense. He could have hit up a bank or a jewelry store. A gas station would have given him more profit than this. This guy wasn't in it for the money, that much was clear. He seemed to just be..fighting. Fighting because he could. John shook off the distracting thoughts and watched as Orren and Dylan did their work. Fallout stomped into the alleyway, seeing Dylan crying out on the ground, was angered."Surrender yourself." Fallout sent a blast from his arm mounted laser at the villain. The laser would burn and cause pain, but it wasn't hot enough to cut through his layers of clothing and skin to do any lasting damage.

The Fightin' tanking corps (W40K Tanker RP, open sign ups)

Soo..Ya back yet?

The Superhero Guild

Metronome said
Here is the post.

Lel.

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What would an Orkish route metroid do, though?

Orks are most notable for their toughness, link to the WAAAGH!, and..Reproduction? By the Emperor, metroids creating more metroids with spores would be totally terrifying..

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The Ork drawing the strange life form into the camp had caught the attention of many of the other Orks. Regular boyz along with Oddboyz were all gathering around to see what this strange creature was, and to find out why the thing hadn't been smashed into a pile of blood and gore yet. The crowd had grown rather large, and the Orks were already restless having the thing around, and it had only entered the camp moments ago. When the creature suddenly attacked the boy, the rest of the Orks were thrown into pandemonium. Bullets, rockets, and a variety of melee weapons flew through the air at the metroid as it tore into the boy's chest. When their fire seemed to do nothing to the creature, the Oddboyz ordered the Orks to hold their fire and pull back, something that no other klan would ever have done. This new threat had the Orkish leadership in a frenzy. There were very, very few things Orks couldn't kill with enough dakka, and those things usually killed all the Orks present before they had time to complain about it.

Sharptoof, having been informed of the attack, decided to come see this thing for himself. The warboss had already recovered from his wounds, and was thoroughly pissed off."You got ya arses handed to ya by a JELLYFISH?!" Sharptoof yelled, smashing an Ork's face in with his power klaw, sending the boy flying a good few feet. The Ork stood up, shaking the blow off as if he'd only been slapped."Whichevah of you maggots can kill dis thing, I'll make ya one of me nobs! I'll get ya yer own bloody gargant! Just kill it!" Sharptoof yelled as he stomped up to the egg sack and kicked it. The warboss then stomped off to brood in his mountain fortress.

The rest of the Orks got to work trying to come up with ways to kill it. The rank and file boyz were going through the Orkish arsenal, using all their weapons on the thing in an attempt to find a weakness. The Weirdboyz stood by and studied the egg, trying to figure out a way to use the warp against it. The Mek boyz, on the other hand, were having a field day. They began to build new and creative guns to try and be the one to kill the metroid.

Meanwhile, Sharptoof began to gather his wits. The warboss called together his kommando bodyguards, all thirty of them that had survived the battle."Alright boyz, letz get ta work. We'z in a strange world, ya see? The Weirdboyz 'ink the Warp did it. I don't rightly care why the bloody 'ell we're 'ere, just that we're 'ere and we're gonna smash whoevah sent us 'ere. Da Big Mek be tellin' me that we'z got three Fighta Bommas, so youz is gonna split up into three mobz. One of ya goes North, anotha west, and the last 'ne goes east. If ya spot anyfing interestin', land n' take a look. Get back 'ere in two days, or I'll smash ya 'eads. Got it? Get movin', ya grots!"

The Ork Kommandos set off towards the Mek garage that held the three Fighta Bommas, as well as the rest of the Orks vehicles. The Meks off loaded the bombs from the Fighta Bommas so that they could be used as air transports, and the Kommandos loaded inside them. The three planes were pulled by nobz with chains out into an open era in the base (As far away from the metroid as possible). The three planes then used their VTOL engines to fly vertically up, and then they spread out and flew off in the three prescribed directions.

(Author's notes: Each kommando is armed with a shoota (More or less a machine gun), and stikkbombs (Grenades). There are three heavy weapons kommandos in each mob, however, that also carry mines and rokkit launchas. Each mob also has a single nob to lead them, who is armed with a kustom shoota (A shotgun, more or less.) The Fighta-Bommas each have twin-linked big shootas mounted under the cockpit (Two .50 calibers), as well as a single big shoota on each side of the plane. The side guns have a 160 degree arc of fire, while the twin linked gun on the bottom-front can fire in 360.)

A Town Called Justice (OOC)

Would these collabs happen to have anything to do with Mr. Holmes?

Because if so, I'll wait off on posting until they're up. Because right now a post would basically be Santiago sitting on his hands and waiting for something to do.