Personification Life OOC IX [CLOSED]

[Torsiedelle]

I like Johny Guitar...

I also like Jingle Jangle Jingle, and Big Iron is my absolute favorite song.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

I like Johny Guitar...

I also like Jingle Jangle Jingle, and Big Iron is my absolute favorite song.

It gets annoying. :I

Big Iron is freaking incredible, though, and Jingle Jangle is catchy.

[Warpspace]

Also on the subject of Fallout games, I love all of them, but Fallout New Vegas can be damned boring at times because of the environment. Ooooh, a desert. It's not like I commonly see those whenever I drive south in California. It's not an exotic location for me, it's something close to home and thus incredibly boring.

Hopefully the next game takes place in a jungle or a forest. Nuclear Winters are an overblown concept, and nature rebounds rather quickly.

It's a shame NV has such a crappy environment because the characters feel far superior to F3's cast, the plot is more in the style of F1 and F2, and there's more to explore and do. It just feels more polished than F3 but the location lacked a little... something. It's not until you get to Vegas and its surrounding countryside that things get really interesting, and that come so late that unless you're like me and are willing to slog through mediocrity for the first few hours, the game fails to leave a good impression.

My favorite quest in Fallout NV is Vault 22 simply because how exotic and eerie it is. Maybe even make the next Fallout game built entirely within a single, massive vault.

[Highfort]

My favorite quest in Fallout NV is Vault 22 simply because how exotic and eerie it is. Maybe even make the next Fallout game built entirely within a single, massive vault.

No. Please, no. The opening of F3 felt claustrophobic enough because we couldn't see the sky, don't make an entire game out of this.

@Swith, will be posting at some point later today. Alternating between checking OOC/IC thread and working on code.

[Tiltjuice]

I prefer brick walls, Agy.

Do I owe posts anywhere?

Kinda, sorta. It's just a jumble now that Wren joined them, so I had Hans turn his attention back to Chrys. He didn't say anything. I left it open so you could dialog freely. I may need to run Rudolf. Cer was able to get the next thread set up, but ran out of time to post.

Sucks.

Okies.

[The BranRiech]

Finished the prelude of my Factbook for my new nation, as well as the table of information.

[Torsiedelle]

I love walking through an old town, Big Iron playing, switching between my M1 Garland and Ranger Sequoia, clad in NCR ranger armor and blasting raiders' heads off, while Arcade Ganon watches my back in Enclave Power Armor and a Plasma Rifle.

Good times.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Finished the prelude of my Factbook for my new nation, as well as the table of information.

Every time I see a well-put together map it reminds me of how haphazardly thrown together Tinell is...

I love walking through an old town, Big Iron playing, switching between my M1 Garland and Ranger Sequoia, clad in NCR ranger armor and blasting raiders' heads off, while Arcade Ganon watches my back in Enclave Power Armor and a Plasma Rifle.

Good times.

Mmm, nostalgia... I usually have a silenced sniper and sneak around with Boone, picking off Legionaires while Rex guards our position.

[Swith Witherward]

I think I'll go unwind with some music. If I owe replies, TG the link and I'll catch up in a bit.

[Germanic Templars]

Yeah, I have been sitting for two hours staring at one sentence, trying to add more to it but can't... Not feeling too fine.. Will try again tomorrow.

[Tiltjuice]

Yeah, I have been sitting for two hours staring at one sentence, trying to add more to it but can't... Not feeling too fine.. Will try again tomorrow.

*sends penguins to GT and Swith*

[Torsiedelle]

Sorry, Tsu, gonna post now.

[Cerillium]

Good night, Swith! Perhaps you'll win next time.

Speaking of evil Septimus, time for one final one-shot before I give up on my second wind and go to bed.

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The First Genocide

Septimus lowered his mechanical arm as smoke emanated from the barrel, the rim that once sprouted holographic fingers glowing red-hot as a reminder of the deadly payload it had just released. It was finally done. After two decades of campaigning, Andaris had at long-last come under Confederation control. Not his finest moment, admittedly, but he'd started off soft. Now, he understood the value in ruthlessness, the emptiness of mercy. If he'd begun this campaign as he'd ended it, Andaris would have been a Confederation core world by this point, possibly even petitioning to join the Confederation's Interplanetary Council. Instead, the backwater world was a smoldering husk of its former glory, its empires reduced to rubble and its survivors quaking in fear as they accepted the reign of their new masters.

Enlightened masters, he reminded himself. Andaris had languished under theocracy for ages and when the Confederation had arrived it was a backwards world still warring with itself over religious discord and tribal feuds. Now, finally, it was united under a government that would propel its people and their planet to galactic godhood. Nothing could be more noble of a quest than this.

"Brother, the transport ships are arriving to take the wounded off-world for treatment," Sister Ophelia ascended the dome that Septimus stood upon as he surveyed the wreckage of his first military campaign, "Shall we send word to the Board? I'm sure they'll be most pleased of our success."

"Your success," Septimus would have laughed had it not been a female he was talking to. This social impediment frustrated him to no end, "I was merely a tool to ensure it. Your dictates and strategies carried the day, Captain."

"Do not underestimate yourself, Brother," she lay a hand on his mechanical shoulder, gently rubbing the cover of the generator within, "You are definitely suited to be a member of the Board. I'll see to it that your recommendation for full Board membership is approved. Thank you for your assistance."

As she descended the cracked dome that had once been a sand igloo for a family on this world, Septimus turned to follow. He was interrupted, however, by the whoosh of a bullet nearly ripping through his neck. It grazed the side, leaving him bleeding and irate.

"Who shot that?!" he turned and raised his mechanical arm, the cannon humming as it came to life once more. No violence would be tolerated by this new planet. Though she was a civilized world now, she had to learn her place. She could have her rights if she earned them and understood that rebellion and insurrection were intolerable in the eyes of the Board. Nothing less would suffice for them, and nothing less would suffice for Septimus. He gritted his teeth.

"Show yourself, coward!" the emotion crept into his voice, though it was contained by his programming. Ophelia ascended the dome once more and two laser rifles protruding from her back began scanning the area for possible targets. The village was empty, only smoke and the cries of the wounded and dying - soon to be evacuated off-world for treatment and augmentation - accompanying the duo. They lowered their weapons and Septimus sighed.

"Damn barbarians don't know what's good for them when the see it," he spat, "Sometimes I wonder why we even bother."

"It's not right to leave people in squalor when we can offer them a better path," Ophelia replied, "With our knowledge and technological advancement these people will live longer, healthier lives and be more productive and creative than ever. Everyone deserves an opportunity to have at least a glimpse of this, wouldn't you agree, Brother?"

Another shot, this time completely missing Septimus, rang out and interrupted the pair. Only this time, the shooter emerged from within one of the supposedly-abandoned sandgloos and showed himself, his face shrouded behind a red kerchief and his hair blocked by a red and gold hood.

"As long as I live, your kind will never be safe on this planet," he growled, raising his rifle to take another shot. Septimus raised his cannon and gave him a look of annoyance.

"You're out of your depth, kid," he warned, "Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of. This is Confederation territory now and we will not brook any violent resistance. If you have an issue you can take it up via due process. But don't make me blow you up. I've killed enough people on this forsaken world to last a lifetime."

The man lowered his rifle and his eyes narrowed, "No, you're right. You've done enough killing here. The next time I see you, I'll put a bullet in your brain and skin your scalp to add to my collection. You killed my family, the proudest of the Andarians, and I will not take this transgression sitting down."

"Is that a threat?" Septimus warmed up the cannon barrel, "Because if it is, I can dispose of you right now and you'll be nothing in three seconds flat."

"Just shoot him," Ophelia raised her laser rifles and trained them on the cloaked man, "He's a threat. We're the military. It's what we do. He's standing in the way of us bringing to the people of this world a truly just and knowledgeable society."

As he readied the cannon to fire, the whir building up to a fever pitch, the man dropped his rifle.

"You must get bored sometimes, don't you, Brother?" the man removed his kerchief and let a weathered, yellowed smile through, "Isn't it tiring, just killing a man without a challenge? I mean, that's why you went soft on us the first time, right? You wanted it to be like those history books you love to read so much. You want the knowledge to match up, don't you?"

"Shut your barbaric mouth and face your death with some courage," Ophelia warmed up her own rifles and prepared to fire.

"Well you could kill me, but then you'd still be bored, Brother Itum," the man raised his arms, "Come on, now."

Septimus raised an organic hand, "Don't shoot."

Ophelia gave him a look of utter incredulity, "What the fuck are you doing, Sep? He's playing you! Just kill him and let's file our report so we can let the civilian crews in to clean up this mess."

"That's right," the man said, "Let's play. Come on, now. You and me. Let me go. I'll hunt you, I'll hunt you to the ends of the galaxy and we'll see who really is deserving of the title civilized man."

"You think that killing me will make you civilized?" Septimus snorted in derision, "You are a barbaric fool if you think might makes right."

"And yet you assert your authority over this planet by butchering all of us," the man let out a hollow laugh, "Truly, you people are rich. You can't see the hypocrisy in front of your faces. But you can make up for it. Just let me go. We'll play a little game together. Come on, Septimus. Let's play. Don't be a spoilsport."

"How do you know my name?" Septimus' eyes narrowed, "That's classified information. Who told you?"

"I assume that's my cue to get out of here," the man winked, grabbed the rifle, and dived into the abandoned habitat. Septimus and Ophelia opened fire, leveling the dome to ash and cinders as they ensured there was no way the man could have survived. Further scans upon the wreckage reported no signs of life, and Septimus and Ophelia breathed sighs of relief as the requisitioned transport ship touched down and medics came out to assist the wounded.

"Don't pull shit like that, Septimus," she grabbed him by the shoulder and glared, "This isn't one of your storybooks. War is not an art, it's a science. When you see a hostile that is a possible threat, you eliminate them. That's it."

"I'm a diplomat," he replied tersely.

"Diplomacy is a function of violence without the blood," she let him go, "You'll get the approval, but if you ever pull that shit again you'll be sorry you ever bothered asking me for a recommendation to full Board promotion. Now go. I have to make sure he's well and truly dead."

For the first time in nearly three hundred years of loyal and dedicated service, Captain Ophelia of of the Explorator had to mark a significant enemy combatant as missing instead of killed. She didn't like the paperwork that accompanied it, but she hated more the fact that she'd never get a decent night's rest again. Somewhere, whether on this sunny rock or some other, the man was playing the game. And it was a game Septimus, in all his youthful naivety, was bound to lose.

Added to current and new thread. Excellent one-shot.

[Tiltjuice]

*offers a penguin to Cer*

I really should get around to writing those.

[Cerillium]

Cer looked at the penguin. The penguin looked at him.

"Thank you," the tired Asian bowed to Tilt, "I uh..... Hai, I put with other."

He carried the heavy bird from the room and down the hall. The penguin continued to look at him with beady black eyes, even as Cer lowered it so it could join all the rest now occupying the garage (and shed, and dining room, and basement).

They were everywhere. Great waddling, gregarious sea birds under the tables and chairs, occupying the cupboards, hiding under beds. Missing bathroom shoes? Blame the penguins. Can't find the dog? Blame the penguins. Someone misfiled the taxes? A penguin.

Cer looked at the penguin. The penguin looked at him.

The penguin's eyes seemed to well with tears that threatened to spill down its oily feathered cheeks. It's hard to watch a grown bird cry. Cer offered the tissue box. The penguin clacked its beak and wiped its eyes.

"What wrong? Plenty friends. All over house, friends." Cer wasn't a conversationalist in real life.

The penguin said nothing. Birds can't talk. It placed the wet tissue in the human's hand. Words could never express its sorrow over its departure from the Penguin Fairy's hands.

The end.

[Tiltjuice]

<3

[Cerillium]

<3

I need to eventually write my Bastard Mentor post. I hope to include trained penguins.

I've also been vowing to do it for ages. Hasn't happened yet.

[Tiltjuice]

<3

I need to eventually write my Bastard Mentor post. I hope to include trained penguins.

I've also been vowing to do it for ages. Hasn't happened yet.

That'll be one for the ages I'm sure. *nods*

You can have all the trained penguins you need.

[Highfort]

<3

I need to eventually write my Bastard Mentor post. I hope to include trained penguins.

I've also been vowing to do it for ages. Hasn't happened yet.

Your penguin army awaits you, milord.

[Cerillium]

Note to self: work Tilt and Agy into the post somehow.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Ah,the good old the ex is back but aren't we broken and I feel sad for them,they also are regretful of what they did question. I'm pretty sure Tsu and Torii aren't together.

[Torsiedelle]

Ah,the good old the ex is back but aren't we broken and I feel sad for them,they also are regretful of what they did question. I'm pretty sure Tsu and Torii aren't together.

Like Cer said in that one post where Marcus conforted Torii: She's tough, but she also has to let her guard down sometimes. She is still a teenage girl. She can't always be 100% sure or not regret something.

Goodnight. I desire sleep.

[Swith Witherward]

I leave for a short while and come back to find penguin armies? This is why we can't have nice things.

[Tiltjuice]

I leave for a short while and come back to find penguin armies? This is why we can't have nice things.

(Image)

But penguin armies are always a nice thing.

*offers soy milk*

You know, that sounds like it'd be an interesting PL Sunday afternoon event.

[Swith Witherward]

But penguin armies are always a nice thing.

*offers soy milk*

You know, that sounds like it'd be an interesting PL Sunday afternoon event.

A penguin invasion? Hmmm. Might be fun only I'd hate to see them beat up.

Soy milk! I'm fighting (and losing) the battle with my addiction to the "very vanilla" flavored one. It's delicious.