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2 yrs ago
Current You've heard of BBW and BBQ, but have you heard of BMW? Neither have I, they never signal their turn.
7 yrs ago
@Cyndyr, ho ho! Jk, I don't have the power to track that down.
7 yrs ago
Whatever credit is left is flushed down the toilet for them. #CNNBlackmail
7 yrs ago
Critically failing perception checks is in muh blood.
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7 yrs ago
I swear, I think Optus had some dickhead accidentally hit the restart button on their systems.
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Bio

Thank you for visiting my biography.

I am just a typical Aussie Young Adult juggling social life and work at the same time.

I have not roleplayed in years. I thought maybe I'll re-login once in a while and see how the Guild is going.

I have lost touch with the friends that I've made while I was a resident here. Those of you who were my friends, know that I enjoyed my time roleplaying with you and I hope that it is mutual.

I hope to see you in another life.

Most Recent Posts

It'd be good if you guys @ Mention any characters involved so that we know to pay extra attention to your post.

Reminder: @ mentioning something after post is posted wont send a notification. Should this happen, post an @ mention for the characters involved in the OOC.

Thanks.
@Kafka Komedy
Anyone with the right medical equipment and knowledge of anatomy can be last-ditch 'mob-doctors'. Luciel isn't the best, but he can get the job done if its not terrible enough of a wound...his connections are better with drug dealers in the way of getting pain killers for such side jobs.
I wanted him to be a utility face rather than combat and subterfuge. >_<
Since he doesn't have a name, Luciel is reliable though being one of the spookier underworld alley-doctors.

Regardless, I'm kay with this connection :P

EDIT: He lives in an apartment complex a block or three away, but has access to back rooms of The Hole.
Max could have shown up with Sam and be helped by Lucy after closing, or something like that.


Imagine this;

"I'm a fuckin' MD alright? I know what the fuck I'm doin' and you pussies don't."

"Medicinae Doctor?"

"Mob-Doctor, dickhead."
Did just a small touching up on Maxxy. Just her equipment and that "other" section I forgot to fill out.


I'd rather you scrap the flamethrower and the car. Reason being; I can't see a reason how you would start with one and gasoline is a problem.
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I'd continue to write it, but it's 4 am XD


That's OK. 'til tomorrow then.
My sheet's almost done, I just need to write the personality section. I always hate that part!


No worries. I'm around for 30 minutes before I leave to go home from work.


Ya knoh da dreel
If you have trouble getting into the RP, consider being part of the Scavenger party looking for television parts.
Go wild.

IC is open.
Blurry eyes stared upwards at the dome that was the confinement of New Earlton. It was hard to believe that a few hundred years ago there hadn't been a dome, but rather cities were open like the land that surrounded them letting people freely come and go as they needed. Those blurry eyes tilted down to stare at the ones who had beaten him, three tall reptillian shapes holding bats, and one with a small thirty eight special.

"You crossed the line Harland. Fucked everything up. Just had to stick your nose into shit that you were't supposed to. Haven't you learned by now being a cop doesn't mean shit here." The Reptile with the gun walked forward, the blurry eyes of Harland were able to focus, and see that he was in fact a bipedal Komodo dragon. "This is my turf. My people. You don't come here, and start pushing your weight around just because you got a badge Harland. Now you're never gonna get the chance to again." The barrel of the gun raised up and pointed right at the Harland his eyes blinking slowly. "Any last words Cop?"

Harland looked up, inhaling for a moment before spitting a wad of blood on the ground in front of the Komodo Dragon's feet. "Fuck you Vokul... I am trying to make this city a be...-" but Harland didn't get to finish his sentence as suddenly a bullet found his forehead making his head whip back his brains spraying across the garbage behind him. Vokul walked over and pushed Harland's body with his foot, and turns to the two horny toads that were attending him with baseball bats.

"Well.. Let's leave him for the maggots." He chuckles a bit and walks out of the alley, flies already buzzing around the anthropomorphic cop's body. This was New Earlton, the prime example for a city during this time. Corruption, and crime reigned supreme, and everyone else just had to sit back and take it. Gunshots popped off in the distance as if to emphasize this followed by angry yelling, and screaming. Vokul slid into the back seat of black limousine, and whispered something in one of his guard's ears. As the doors closed, and the car drove away several humanoid mice came out of hidden places and started to strip Harland's body of everything it had. New Earlton, city of survivors.

A week later...


"For fuck sake Sacha, get the television fixed!" An elderly canine barked at the lynx standing behind the bar eerily staring at the dog's unpleasant complexion. "Its been a fuckin' week since that little piece of shit broke!" The commotion drew attention to the quieter patrons in the bar, the lynx continues to collect his composure.

"The television will be fixed, Gaspar. Sit down and have a go at some of those rusty old slot machines. It'll be done." The notice board beside the bar was devoid of any contracts-- a group of scavengers has been dispatched to collect parts for the ol' telly. "The scavs haven't come back yet, and our mechanic is among them-- guiding the others. Give it some time." He hands the old dog some tokens. "Go on, to the slot machines. These are on the house. Just return the amount if you win more."
@VKAllen Okay so I have an excellent idea for a character's backstory. Would Sacha provide shelter for two people forcibly ejected from a gang? The able bodied one would be willing to work as a PI for the Hole.


"The Hole's services is open to those who asks." - Sacha.
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