Stekkmen
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STATUS: Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories! 5 yrs ago
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Taking a pretty permanent hiatus. Thanks for all the stories!
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5 yrs ago
Feelin' pretty fine, feelin' pretty sharp.
5 yrs ago
Blizzard Entertainment supports the tyrannical government of China. Blizzard Entertainment ends the careers of those who dare dissent against their chinese overlords. And they're not the only ones...
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5 yrs ago
Got to get back into the swing of the things
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5 yrs ago
In other news, Republicans in Oregon have laid siege to the state capital, shutting down the democratic process. They have the support of right-wing militia groups who have shot at police before.
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Bio
I've been on and off this website for six years now. Right now I've only barely got time for one RP, and even then I mess that up. Trying to be more consistent and online more often, because I really do enjoy online roleplaying. Hopefully, one day I'll be able to write as much as I used too. Until then, I shall brood gloomily in the shadows.
Life goes on! Hobbies change and so do schedules. I hate ghosts, so I'm trying to put myself to rest as best I can with a status and bio officially marking my departure. If I'm going to do any writing, it's going to be working on that book I always wanted to finish.
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LeeRoy is involved, as my hostage.
As for the plan, yeah, I'll set up NPC battles to screw with until the action draws the attention of nearby freelancers. Then the real shit starts.
But like
are they actually involved tho??
Maja looked at Coy with a deadpan stare. Her eyebrows furrowed and she pressed her lips together, blinked a few times.
"This works for me." She finally said in regards to Coy's kazoo strategy. She caught Miles's eye, and tried read his expression. "I can take care of myself, Mr. Thorn. Also, I recommend sunglasses. Mr. Coy and I seem to have the right idea. They are useful for many things." She pulled up her scarf to hide her mouth and nose, and tightened it. Now, she had sunglasses and a face mask, effectively disguising her.
She was confident in the abilities of herself and her team. Everyone here was experienced, hardened, and prepared to kill. She expected that only one, minimum, would perish if the freelancers did end up arriving and attacking the group. She had no idea who that one would be, because she predicted it would be due to a freak accident. Either way, she was worried very little by the idea of being attacked by a bunch of lowly free-lancers. If Borrealis now was to face Borrealis then, it would be no contest.
"This works for me." She finally said in regards to Coy's kazoo strategy. She caught Miles's eye, and tried read his expression. "I can take care of myself, Mr. Thorn. Also, I recommend sunglasses. Mr. Coy and I seem to have the right idea. They are useful for many things." She pulled up her scarf to hide her mouth and nose, and tightened it. Now, she had sunglasses and a face mask, effectively disguising her.
She was confident in the abilities of herself and her team. Everyone here was experienced, hardened, and prepared to kill. She expected that only one, minimum, would perish if the freelancers did end up arriving and attacking the group. She had no idea who that one would be, because she predicted it would be due to a freak accident. Either way, she was worried very little by the idea of being attacked by a bunch of lowly free-lancers. If Borrealis now was to face Borrealis then, it would be no contest.
So, how is this going to work?
Is @LeeRoy actually involved in this, or what? Are we going to kill some NPC's or just wait until @Drifting Pollen magically finds out where we are and attacks us?
I assume we know where some of the Irish Mob people are, and that we are driving to their little hideouts to wipe them the fuck out? Right?
Is @LeeRoy actually involved in this, or what? Are we going to kill some NPC's or just wait until @Drifting Pollen magically finds out where we are and attacks us?
I assume we know where some of the Irish Mob people are, and that we are driving to their little hideouts to wipe them the fuck out? Right?
Maja returned the wave, though it didn't feel welcoming. "Mr. Coy, I must continue to insist that you use your words. It will be very difficult to communicate with you via the radio if you do not say anything." She looked at him plainly. He was certainly an unorthodox man. Dressed to be completely incognito in such a way that he was no longer incognito. He would probably be arrested just walking down the street.
She unclipped her sunglasses from her collar and placed them on the bridge of her nose. She made sure the earpiece was firm in her ear and then placed the collar mic where her sunglasses had been.
"We should stick together. Not too close, but no farther away than two blocks. If any one of us see's any trouble-makers we need to eliminate, notify the others. Coy, for everyone else's sake, I hope you are not the one to find them as we will never know about it, will we?"
As she spoke, she reached inside her business jacket as she talked, pulling out a handgun. She checked the slide, and confirmed there was a bullet neatly lodged inside. She grabbed her silence and screwed it onto her handgun.
She unclipped her sunglasses from her collar and placed them on the bridge of her nose. She made sure the earpiece was firm in her ear and then placed the collar mic where her sunglasses had been.
"We should stick together. Not too close, but no farther away than two blocks. If any one of us see's any trouble-makers we need to eliminate, notify the others. Coy, for everyone else's sake, I hope you are not the one to find them as we will never know about it, will we?"
As she spoke, she reached inside her business jacket as she talked, pulling out a handgun. She checked the slide, and confirmed there was a bullet neatly lodged inside. She grabbed her silence and screwed it onto her handgun.
@Bombardier
I think you're confused on who your team is. Either that, or I am. 'Cause I thought it was Nobody(you), then Thorn, and then my character.
I think you're confused on who your team is. Either that, or I am. 'Cause I thought it was Nobody(you), then Thorn, and then my character.
So, Dragonfly is currently the only person NOT in K9?
Borrealis raised an eyebrow. "It is incredibly foolish to base all of our plans on stereotypes. Most Irish people do not behave like our friend Ms. Lucky Nine-Fingers." Her eyes skimmed over their demolitions "expert". Still, she wondered how long most of the people on her team had survived if they were so eager to step into stereotypes. It was actually kind of ridiculous. This had genuinely thrown her for a loop, but her expression didn't show bafflement. Even though she was.
"The Irish mob is just as potent as any other. Do not dismiss them because you watch too many silly American cartoons."
She adjusted her sunglasses to be more comfortable on her collar.
"The Irish mob is just as potent as any other. Do not dismiss them because you watch too many silly American cartoons."
She adjusted her sunglasses to be more comfortable on her collar.
It was time.
The time for war has arrived.
When Bruno saw the people, several connections were made in his head. Were these connections logical? Based on reasonable assumptions? Probably not. But he saw what anyone would be able to recognize as an army, and they had forced him to come to their sphere of doom. There was only ONE solution for this. And it involved, most predominately, the blade of his axe. He stood from his seat and gripped his axe. There was a sense of clarity in his mind. He walked past his comrades, over the strange slime thing, and walked determinedly to his destiny.
Due to the shape of the ship, he quickly ended up back where he started. This didn't seem to wane his determination though, as he continued to walk forward, holding his axe. He made a second pass after a short while.
Meanwhile, Bruno was thinking about how much larger the ship was than he originally thought.
The time for war has arrived.
When Bruno saw the people, several connections were made in his head. Were these connections logical? Based on reasonable assumptions? Probably not. But he saw what anyone would be able to recognize as an army, and they had forced him to come to their sphere of doom. There was only ONE solution for this. And it involved, most predominately, the blade of his axe. He stood from his seat and gripped his axe. There was a sense of clarity in his mind. He walked past his comrades, over the strange slime thing, and walked determinedly to his destiny.
Due to the shape of the ship, he quickly ended up back where he started. This didn't seem to wane his determination though, as he continued to walk forward, holding his axe. He made a second pass after a short while.
Meanwhile, Bruno was thinking about how much larger the ship was than he originally thought.
Maja Nilsson sat straight-backed in her chair with her hands placed on her lap. She spoke up.
"Who are we looking for, exactly? Are we just going to take to the streets until someone pulls a gun on us? Or shoot every person who looks at us wrong?" Her eyes flitted between the participating group members, but settled on Donny. Her tone of voice was not sarcastic or mean-spirited. They were simply phrased as questions.
Maja's sunglasses were clipped the collar of her business jacket, pressing against the fabric of her scarf. Her eyebrows were constantly furrowed, mouth always slightly frowning. Other than that, she had no passive mannerisms, or idle actions. Her hands were simply placed on her lap, her legs were flat against the ground and her shoes pointed forward, placed side-by-side.
"Who are we looking for, exactly? Are we just going to take to the streets until someone pulls a gun on us? Or shoot every person who looks at us wrong?" Her eyes flitted between the participating group members, but settled on Donny. Her tone of voice was not sarcastic or mean-spirited. They were simply phrased as questions.
Maja's sunglasses were clipped the collar of her business jacket, pressing against the fabric of her scarf. Her eyebrows were constantly furrowed, mouth always slightly frowning. Other than that, she had no passive mannerisms, or idle actions. Her hands were simply placed on her lap, her legs were flat against the ground and her shoes pointed forward, placed side-by-side.
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