Natsucooldude

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

Jethro kept his head down... He didn't quite know what to do at the moment, then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, followed by a familiar voice. Jethro turned around to see one of his off-time customers... The people that came to him when he was at home to get their pokemon healed. He quite remembered the woman by the state of her pokemon. Apart from the sickness the espeon had been suffering from at the time, it had been in exceptional physical condition. Jethro didn't know much about the woman herself, but he always remembered people that still trie to take care of their pokemon.

"Oh... please, just go. I don't want to get you involved." As if to mock his intent to keep the woman out of this. Before he could elaborate, the ground beneath him started shaking. This quite confused and worried Jethro. New York wasn't very seismically active. The ground died down for a moment, then started shaking. He saw lights going out everwhere around him. Streetlights shattered as if by an extreme power surge. Lights went out in the homes around him. The city was thrown into darkness.

"Gah! first people fall into my home asking for painkillers, now this? did the big apple suddenly turn insane or something?!" He checked the man's pulse. He seemed stable... even ready to wake up. then suddendly, the man jolted upright, blabbering about creatures of legend... and his own pokemon, before vomiting all over the ground and falling back into unconciousness.

Luckily for the man, Jethro had been monitoring the Houndour... or at least A.C. was. The porygon's encyclopedic medical knowledge made it quite a good asisstant for just a situation such as this. The porygon hadn't made a single alarm sound. Just to make sure, Jethro checked the pulse of the houndour as well. It was stabilized, much like its owner. "Alright...can one of you stop standing around and help me carry him? this guy is in no condition to walk and I need to get him to a medical facility... a hospital... anything!"

Then Jethro realized. No medical equipment would do him any good, not with the current power outage... The hospitals must be in utter pandemonium right now. He rapidly thought through the possible location that had backup power... The only place close by he could think of was quite a gamble. A regime compound in central park. The place was quite likely to have medicines, portable equipment. The place was usually quite guarded, but maybe he could slip in and out without being noticed with all the chaos the power outage brought with it.

As he decided, he saw something in the sky that reminded him of what he had believed to just be wild rumors up until now. An enormous bird, radiant like a lightning bolt and wreathed in arcing electricity. Behind it, a flock of all sorts of other pokemon followed. Jethro had heard things about the wardenclyffe compound in central park. About the things that went on inside. A snippet overheard in passing here, a security pokemon zapped with electricity; with an attached incident report that seemed just a little too open and close to have actually taken place. Yet here he stood, watching a creature of urban legend soaring through the sky... Judging by its angle... it indeed came from central park.

"We need to get him to the wardenclyffe compound in central park! It's the only place I can think of right now that has acces to medical equipment in the middle of this pandemonium!" A chittering beeping was heard seemingly in response to Jethro's orders. A.C. stared at its owner in a look that was unmistakenly disapproving, even for its robotic eyes. Despite the awkward bond the pokemon had with its master, there was still quite a bit of loyalty to the regime hardcoded into its very being. Still, Jethro's commands had first priority... at least for now.

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

@agentmanateeaye ,but do ya have da bigga shoota?

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

The blackland alliance

The blackland alliance

Location/Geography

Map Claim

The territory I marked is an island in the north east. It has a cold climate and is surrounded by uninviting rocky coasts. Furthermore the barren black rock covering the place further inland have given supersitious people the belief the island is cursed and uninhabitable.

Further inland however, lies a hardy, but nevertheless resource-rich land. The south and north of the island have vast steppes, the mountains in the center are teeming with the treasures of the earth. Even the dank swamps in the east have merit in how rich they are in fish. The land is an utopia disguised as a curse. And that façade brings it safety.

General Introduction

The blackland alliance has a very varied array of cultures and people living in it. The one thing that binds them all together however, is the dream of a better life. Be it the eternal underdogs of the kobolds and goblins. Or the brutish but noble ogres and lizardmen. All came together under the guiding hand of the orcs to build a sanctuary where they can exist without trouble from self-proclamied 'civilized' people.

History

The history of the black island alliance begins with a minor orcish warlord by the name of tulida the black claw. One day, he was gripped by a dream of ambition one day. He rode out that day with his personal retinue. Promising to return with wealth and prestige or not at all. His adventures were many, and oftentimes violent. On his way, he often found himself replenishing his forces not just with orcs but with whatever monstrous race was available in the area. Taking some goblins to undermine a tunnel here. Having some lizardmen build him boats there.

Eventually, his exploits saw him arriving at the black island. In his wake not just his fellow orks, but all sorts of other races. Following him through some agreement or simply out of an inspired fervor. This mass-migration saw before them a pearl concealed in a barbed oyster. Even if the climate was hardy and the wildlife dangerous, it still looked like a better place to live than the slums and hidden encampments many of them hailed from.

And so they settled here. The island being divided as needed amongst the followers of Tulida. It wa in this period of settlement that Tulida wrote the famous black book. A work detailing ideals and philoophies that would come to shape the island's society in the future. His great works in politics, like his works in adventuring, were many and glorious. Under his wise rule, a council was established to give all inhabitants of the island equal representation. To the outside however, his rule never extended. For all the neighbouring coasts knew, the island's curse had taken the group of misfits. It was a conception the black claw never saw fit to challange. After all, it granted his lands safety from invaders it might otherwise never have known.

Now however, the warlord has grown old and weary. He knows his end is approaching soon. And his last wish would be to be buried in the steppes where he was born. He was satisfied. He had accomplished something few others did. A realm of his own, stable and ready for the future. He only hoped his son garada would be a worthy succesor. But alas, such would be out of his control. He could only live out what days remained for him now.

Government & Society

The blackland alliance is

The blackland alliance is a confederacy of smaller tribal nations that represens the black island as a single entity towards outside powers. There are many different races and tribes on the island, but tribes of the same race generally combine their political power in the council due to cultural similiarities. Of the many different races, the current six strongest power blocs in the council, in order of relative political power, are those of the orcs, the lizardmen, the goblins, the kobolds, the ogres and the gnolls. The power of these six tribes in the council is mostly equal. With four of the tribes generally forming enough of a majority together to push a decision trough. In times of peace, the council convenes once a year on the first day of spring to make decisions concerning things like agriculture and expansions of settlements for the coming year. The council may also convene in times of war or similiar situations that require the tribes to act as an united entity.

The black island is loosely divided into tribal territories based on the needs of cultures as they come. It is always attempted to give new people lands where they can make the most of their skills and culture. Territorial conflicts are a somewhat regular occurence, but a strong presence of peacekeeping troops throughout the island usually sees such conflicts resolved before they escelate into outright fighting.

There are many more races than the six major tribes. The alliance prides itself on the acceptance and integration of nomadic or exiled people looking for a place in the world to settle down. For ease of reference, it is safe to assume most of the world's more nomadic races have at least some of their kin living in the alliance. For ease of reference, the big six will be described here.

the orcs

The strongest race in the alliance, and the ones that first formed it. The orcs originate from the wild steppes of the central mainland, having been led to the black island by the warlord Tulida blackclaw. The average orc stands about a meter eigthy tall and weighs in at about ninety kilograms of muscle. Orcish society places emphasis on strength. A strength that used to be interpreted as conquest and plundering, but has been reformed under Tulida's rule to have a stronger emphasis on protecting the homeland and hierarchy based on honor. Blackland orcs are renowned for their heavy cavalry, having abandoned the raiding cavalry tactics of their past in favor of an army better suited to protecting the lands of a settled people. The orcs live in the foothills and mountains in the center of the black island in impressive fortresses built of black stone and surrounded by farmlands that grow crops to feed the machine of daily orcish life.

the lizardmen

An ancient tribe of amphibious humanoid reptiles. The lizardmen were one of the first races to join Tulida blackclaw. They are fishermen and underwater farmers. Originating from the unpleasant swamps and bogs of the world, the lizardmen have never really needed to protect their own lands. Their military tradition is somewhat lacking as a result. However, they have an asset quite valuable for an island nation. Their amphibious nature and original swampland homes have made them quite proficient at building boats of all sorts. Lizardmen live in the eastern wetlands of the island. Having built communities around the streams and lakes that dot the area.

the goblins

A race of squat, cowardly humanoids hailing from the dark caverns and deep tunnels of the world. Goblins have a history of being pushed around by larger races due to their small stature and lacking physical strength. As a survival mechanism, many of them have developed a sense of caution against anything stronger or larger than them. Years of hiding from danger in caverns and tunnels have made them competent sappers and efficient miners. They have something of a rivalry with the kobolds over who os the best at metalworking. They live under the black mountains in vast complexes of tunnels and caves.

the kobolds

Kobolds, much like goblins, are rather physically weak small humanoids. Unlike goblins however, Kobolds are reptilian in nature, having an outward appearance sometimes jokingly described as fun-sized dragons. Indeed, a small amount of them exhibit qualities much like a stunted dragon, like wings, hardened scales or a natural talent for magic. This apparant relationship leads many to see them as likely to take after the habits of the flying lizards to kidnap princesses, plunder wealth and live in inhospitable lairs. In actuality, most kobolds are happy to live with a patch of land and enough food in their belly to not starve to death. They have a friendly rivalry with the goblins in the trades of mining and metalworking.

the ogres

The great men of the forests. The ogres have always been stereotypized as uncultured, dim-witted brutes. In actuality, they are anything but stupid. However, their ponderous movement and calm demeanour is often misinterpreted as stupidity. This makes it all the more jarring when an ogre turns violent due to agitated emotions like anger or fear. An angered ogre is a fearsome sight to behold. With an average height of almost 2 meters 50 worth of muscle and bone and the pain tolerance of a steel-plated boulder.

Ogres were recruited by blackclaw when the need for sheer physical strength presented itself. Along with that strength came great skill at hunting and the insights of a tribe that favored passive observation above reactionary impulse. The ogres live in the western forest of the black island.

the gnolls

The gnolls are perhaps the shakiest pillar in the alliance's claims they intend no agression. Not even their fellow alliance members deny the amount of territorial agression these hyena-men often stir up. However, despite their intolerance to people breaching the borders of what they consider their territory, they are also known for extreme loyalty to those that earn their trust, expecting that loyalty to be requited in equal measure.

They live in the southern plains of the island. Living off the herds of livestock there. Permanent settlements are rare due to them not being able to be sustained by farmlands. Instead, they move across the plains in a multi-year migration pattern of staggering complexity. This complexity is necesarry to grant the large herds of livestock sustainable food sources.

Economy & Industry

The black island is heavily focused on economic autonomy from its neighbours. Trade is usually limited to resources that cannot be produced domestically, and even then only on an as needed basis. This policy has worked thus far mostly due to the islands abundance of natural resources being able to sustain the population pretty well.

Exports are tightly controlled, much like imports. Only small amounts of resources come through, sold at prices that suggest desperation. The intent being to make the outside world think the island's inhabitants are barely scraping by with what they have.

Of the exported goods, only one thing really stands out. The iron of the island makes for high-quality metalwork characterized by a black color and a rugged, almost unbreakable blade.

Military Overview

Military organization within the alliance is somewhat decentralized in times of peace. Most member tribes see little reason to have a permanent standing military force. The only permanent force within the country are the peacekeepers. An orcish organizaiton devoted to finding and resolving internal conflicts through nonviolent means when possible.

In times of war, the alliance will call all its members to arms. A percentage of able-bodied and healthy people from all tribes are expected to answer this call, though there is no formal punishment for failing to answer the call beyond the disgrace a tribe would face before their peers.

The combined armies of the alliance are headed by a supreme commander appointed by the council. Said commander will be appointed an advisor of each race as to keep a certain balance in military doctrine and not squander the potential of a part of the army to rigid or poorly-executed tactics.

Military units generally consist of a group of racially homogenous soldiers with similiar traning and equipment.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

The blackland alliance

The blackland alliance

Location/Geography

Map Claim

The territory I marked is an island in the north east. It has a cold climate and is surrounded by uninviting rocky coasts. Furthermore the barren black rock covering the place further inland have given supersitious people the belief the island is cursed and uninhabitable.

Further inland however, lies a hardy, but nevertheless resource-rich land. The south and north of the island have vast steppes, the mountains in the center are teeming with the treasures of the earth. Even the dank swamps in the east have merit in how rich they are in fish. The land is an utopia disguised as a curse. And that façade brings it safety.

General Introduction

The blackland alliance has a very varied array of cultures and people living in it. The one thing that binds them all together however, is the dream of a better life. Be it the eternal underdogs of the kobolds and goblins. Or the brutish but noble ogres and lizardmen. All came together under the guiding hand of the orcs to build a sanctuary where they can exist without trouble from self-proclamied 'civilized' people.

History

The history of the black island alliance begins with a minor orcish warlord by the name of tulida the black claw. One day, he was gripped by a dream of ambition one day. He rode out that day with his personal retinue. Promising to return with wealth and prestige or not at all. His adventures were many, and oftentimes violent. On his way, he often found himself replenishing his forces not just with orcs but with whatever monstrous race was available in the area. Taking some goblins to undermine a tunnel here. Having some lizardmen build him boats there.

Eventually, his exploits saw him arriving at the black island. In his wake not just his fellow orks, but all sorts of other races. Following him through some agreement or simply out of an inspired fervor. This mass-migration saw before them a pearl concealed in a barbed oyster. Even if the climate was hardy and the wildlife dangerous, it still looked like a better place to live than the slums and hidden encampments many of them hailed from.

And so they settled here. The island being divided as needed amongst the followers of Tulida. It wa in this period of settlement that Tulida wrote the famous black book. A work detailing ideals and philoophies that would come to shape the island's society in the future. His great works in politics, like his works in adventuring, were many and glorious. Under his wise rule, a council was established to give all inhabitants of the island equal representation. To the outside however, his rule never extended. For all the neighbouring coasts knew, the island's curse had taken the group of misfits. It was a conception the black claw never saw fit to challange. After all, it granted his lands safety from invaders it might otherwise never have known.

Now however, the warlord has grown old and weary. He knows his end is approaching soon. And his last wish would be to be buried in the steppes where he was born. He was satisfied. He had accomplished something few others did. A realm of his own, stable and ready for the future. He only hoped his son garada would be a worthy succesor. But alas, such would be out of his control. He could only live out what days remained for him now.

Government & Society

The blackland alliance is

The blackland alliance is a confederacy of smaller tribal nations that represens the black island as a single entity towards outside powers. There are many different races and tribes on the island, but tribes of the same race generally combine their political power in the council due to cultural similiarities. Of the many different races, the current six strongest power blocs in the council, in order of relative political power, are those of the orcs, the lizardmen, the goblins, the kobolds, the ogres and the gnolls. The power of these six tribes in the council is mostly equal. With four of the tribes generally forming enough of a majority together to push a decision trough. In times of peace, the council convenes once a year on the first day of spring to make decisions concerning things like agriculture and expansions of settlements for the coming year. The council may also convene in times of war or similiar situations that require the tribes to act as an united entity.

The black island is loosely divided into tribal territories based on the needs of cultures as they come. It is always attempted to give new people lands where they can make the most of their skills and culture. Territorial conflicts are a somewhat regular occurence, but a strong presence of peacekeeping troops throughout the island usually sees such conflicts resolved before they escelate into outright fighting.

There are many more races than the six major tribes. The alliance prides itself on the acceptance and integration of nomadic or exiled people looking for a place in the world to settle down. For ease of reference, it is safe to assume most of the world's more nomadic races have at least some of their kin living in the alliance. For ease of reference, the big six will be described here.

the orcs

The strongest race in the alliance, and the ones that first formed it. The orcs originate from the wild steppes of the central mainland, having been led to the black island by the warlord Tulida blackclaw. The average orc stands about a meter eigthy tall and weighs in at about ninety kilograms of muscle. Orcish society places emphasis on strength. A strength that used to be interpreted as conquest and plundering, but has been reformed under Tulida's rule to have a stronger emphasis on protecting the homeland and hierarchy based on honor. Blackland orcs are renowned for their heavy cavalry, having abandoned the raiding cavalry tactics of their past in favor of an army better suited to protecting the lands of a settled people. The orcs live in the foothills and mountains in the center of the black island in impressive fortresses built of black stone and surrounded by farmlands that grow crops to feed the machine of daily orcish life.

the lizardmen

An ancient tribe of amphibious humanoid reptiles. The lizardmen were one of the first races to join Tulida blackclaw. They are fishermen and underwater farmers. Originating from the unpleasant swamps and bogs of the world, the lizardmen have never really needed to protect their own lands. Their military tradition is somewhat lacking as a result. However, they have an asset quite valuable for an island nation. Their amphibious nature and original swampland homes have made them quite proficient at building boats of all sorts. Lizardmen live in the eastern wetlands of the island. Having built communities around the streams and lakes that dot the area.

the goblins

A race of squat, cowardly humanoids hailing from the dark caverns and deep tunnels of the world. Goblins have a history of being pushed around by larger races due to their small stature and lacking physical strength. As a survival mechanism, many of them have developed a sense of caution against anything stronger or larger than them. Years of hiding from danger in caverns and tunnels have made them competent sappers and efficient miners. They have something of a rivalry with the kobolds over who os the best at metalworking. They live under the black mountains in vast complexes of tunnels and caves.

the kobolds

Kobolds, much like goblins, are rather physically weak small humanoids. Unlike goblins however, Kobolds are reptilian in nature, having an outward appearance sometimes jokingly described as fun-sized dragons. Indeed, a small amount of them exhibit qualities much like a stunted dragon, like wings, hardened scales or a natural talent for magic. This apparant relationship leads many to see them as likely to take after the habits of the flying lizards to kidnap princesses, plunder wealth and live in inhospitable lairs. In actuality, most kobolds are happy to live with a patch of land and enough food in their belly to not starve to death. They have a friendly rivalry with the goblins in the trades of mining and metalworking.

the ogres

The great men of the forests. The ogres have always been stereotypized as uncultured, dim-witted brutes. In actuality, they are anything but stupid. However, their ponderous movement and calm demeanour is often misinterpreted as stupidity. This makes it all the more jarring when an ogre turns violent due to agitated emotions like anger or fear. An angered ogre is a fearsome sight to behold. With an average height of almost 2 meters 50 worth of muscle and bone and the pain tolerance of a steel-plated boulder.

Ogres were recruited by blackclaw when the need for sheer physical strength presented itself. Along with that strength came great skill at hunting and the insights of a tribe that favored passive observation above reactionary impulse. The ogres live in the western forest of the black island.

the gnolls

The gnolls are perhaps the shakiest pillar in the alliance's claims they intend no agression. Not even their fellow alliance members deny the amount of territorial agression these hyena-men often stir up. However, despite their intolerance to people breaching the borders of what they consider their territory, they are also known for extreme loyalty to those that earn their trust, expecting that loyalty to be requited in equal measure.

They live in the southern plains of the island. Living off the herds of livestock there. Permanent settlements are rare due to them not being able to be sustained by farmlands. Instead, they move across the plains in a multi-year migration pattern of staggering complexity. This complexity is necesarry to grant the large herds of livestock sustainable food sources.

Economy & Industry

The black island is heavily focused on economic autonomy from its neighbours. Trade is usually limited to resources that cannot be produced domestically, and even then only on an as needed basis. This policy has worked thus far mostly due to the islands abundance of natural resources being able to sustain the population pretty well.

Exports are tightly controlled, much like imports. Only small amounts of resources come through, sold at prices that suggest desperation. The intent being to make the outside world think the island's inhabitants are barely scraping by with what they have.

Of the exported goods, only one thing really stands out. The iron of the island makes for high-quality metalwork characterized by a black color and a rugged, almost unbreakable blade.

Military Overview

Military organization within the alliance is somewhat decentralized in times of peace. Most member tribes see little reason to have a permanent standing military force. The only permanent force within the country are the peacekeepers. An orcish organizaiton devoted to finding and resolving internal conflicts through nonviolent means when possible.

In times of war, the alliance will call all its members to arms. A percentage of able-bodied and healthy people from all tribes are expected to answer this call, though there is no formal punishment for failing to answer the call beyond the disgrace a tribe would face before their peers.

The combined armies of the alliance are headed by a supreme commander appointed by the council. Said commander will be appointed an advisor of each race as to keep a certain balance in military doctrine and not squander the potential of a part of the army to rigid or poorly-executed tactics.

Military units generally consist of a group of racially homogenous soldiers with similiar traning and equipment.

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

count me interested... I would love to be a flash git of some sort, defined by his absolute love of shooty dakka guns with flashy effects.

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

<Snipped quote by POOHEAD189>

Flags are optional, not mandatory, so that's a yes.

@Shorticus

I think I'll focus on aking my NS and make my flag at a later time.

Sollus Supremus 2 (Dune-Like Space Opera)

I'll just copy-paste from the previous rp. That alright?

Sollus Supremus (Dune-like Space Opera)

Yes, I'm still here, and I'm telling you right now I would not mind starting over. On the condition that you tell us when you will be offline for some time. Hell, that shouldn't be any effort at all. I literally made this post while on bathroom break. What's your excuse?@MetalLover

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

The man seemed pale... introspective... his breathing was increasingly ragged. Were there internal injuries Jethro had missed? He uttered out a warning about needing to escape. The way he worded it implied he himself would not be coming. Before Jethro could reply anything to the man's grim warning, his train of thought was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. THe doctor stood up and hesitantly walked to open. Maybe... maybe this guy was just some hobo in need of a high through some convoluted plan...

He opened the door, and the one on the other side quite literally fell in. The telltale uniform of the shadow division was worn by the man. However, he was anything but treathening. Bruised, battered, and slipping out of conciousness. "Hey... stay with me!" The doctor shouted, dragging the man inside. Had he been a less moral man, he would have just left this second stranger there and called the police. But damn it! he was a doctor, and it was obvious this guy wasn't gonna make it unless he did something.

"When the lights go out... It's time to go" A now somewhat familiar voice choked out behind Jethro. He looked behind him to see the stranger... no... his patient, slipping off his seat. By the time Jethro was there, he could only confirm what was already made apparant by the mournful howl of the houndoom. Jethro did not take pause... there was someone he could still help. He closed his front door and quickly examined the man, and the houndour he found besides the man... Two stab wounds with swollen tissue around them... A poisonous bite of some sort most likely. Again, Jethro went to his medicine closet. This time, he just empied the whole closet into a washing tub he took with him on the way. Searching through his equipment, he found himself lacking in sterile needles... that wouldn't do, especially with a poisoned patient. He slowly turned to the houndoom standing over its still friend. "I need sterile needles to help these guys... the quickest way is to heat them... A.C. can't create the amount of heat needed... I need your help."

Jethro gulped for a moment, Pokemon such as houndoom were generally quite temperamental and unpredictable to people 'outside their own pack'. The black hound came closer... and carefully blew a jet of flame on jethro's syringe... The doctor nodded in thanks. He measured out a dosage of general purpose antidote... For the houndour, and then for the man. He might not know exactly what he was doing to help humans, but pokemon he most definitely knew how to help. The medicine would supress the worst of the poison. It was the best he could do for them until he knew what pokemon the poison originated from.

Then, just as things seemed to finally calm down. There was more knocking on the door. "This is the police! we have reason to believe you are harboring dissidents! Open up! We have a warrant to enter by force if necesarry."

Thoughts rushed through Jethro's head... He could open the door and let the police in... let them deal with the home invader and the poisoned stranger... It was more than possibel for him to play the innocent bystander here... So why was he dragging the poisoned man with him towards the fire escape? "A.C., get the houndour!"

As the porygon latched some of its blocky appendages on the small black dog, Jethro was wrestling open the window. Perhaps it was the dead man's words ringing in his head... "They'll kill you just for talking to me." He had warned him... And with how insane things had been these last few moments, he was inclined to believe this warning.

There was also the mather of condemning another man... He might survive, but the regime wouldn't spare what was likely a member of the resistance... As attractive as it sounded to go back to the daily grind after this experience... Jethro just couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.

A makuhita pushed the door off its hinges. Quickly, a squad of police officers in full combat gear rushed in. Their pokemon spearheading for them. They found only a dead man and an open window leading to a fire escape. "Sweep the area! they can't be far!" the largest man of the lot shouted. Jethro could hear the man shouting from where he was, just jumping off the bottom of the fire escape. The houndoom had followed him and helped him support the poisoned man... Still, there was no way he was outrunning these guys, not with the stranger weighing him down like that... But he had to try. He was not going to leave anyone to their deaths if he could help it.

@The Grey Dust

Fallout: Fall of The Brotherhood of Steel [Rebooting and Accepting]

@PURRfect93 Accepted.

@Sleeth

As in, he can post IC right here, right now... right?