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by Remnants of Exilvania » Tue Aug 14, 2018 6:46 am
by Sonitusia » Tue Aug 14, 2018 7:36 pm
Shyluz wrote:The second 'tanks' was said, it was all over.
Gensokyu wrote:So that happened.
They say that in the great wars of NS Summer, there was one who did not fight with blood, but with iron. They named this one the Master of Tanks, and the thunderous sound of cannon and the rattling of machine guns could be heard far and wide, the crossroads before the capital of CotM being defended by this valiant one until it stood alone. Shitposters layed in droves, and entire army having been slain by the might of Sonitusia, Master of Tanks, Commandant of Iron, and Slinger of Shells.
by Agritum » Thu Aug 23, 2018 2:48 am
by Wolfenium » Sat Aug 25, 2018 2:07 am
Agritum wrote:Abraham noticed a beautifully polished, silver Triumph motorbike with strong off-road wheels sitting next to the flying carpet, along with a cramped MG sidecar attached to it. He exchanged a glance with Ariel, which promptly solidified his position as the sidecar gunner. The young man sat awkwardly as he awaited his blonde rider.
by Finland SSR » Sat Aug 25, 2018 7:42 am
Agritum wrote:Basically everyone important
Wolfenium wrote:Milena Rurikova
by Remnants of Exilvania » Sat Aug 25, 2018 12:22 pm
by Kassaran » Sat Aug 25, 2018 2:15 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:Tristan noticed footsteps behind him and looked there, only to see Eric approaching and then pointing his sword at the girl. He just blinked a few times at this before speaking.
"Put that down, Mr. Eric." He said. "She's obviously not a chicken."
by Monfrox » Sun Sep 02, 2018 9:17 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Riysa » Wed Sep 12, 2018 8:20 am
by Sonitusia » Fri Sep 14, 2018 11:03 am
Sonitusia wrote:"If I may, is there anyone here I may speak to on regards to armor maintenance?!" Cheung called out, a little out of character for her to be shouting such requests, but I suppose she's a little too exhausted to exit the vehicle.
Shyluz wrote:The second 'tanks' was said, it was all over.
Gensokyu wrote:So that happened.
They say that in the great wars of NS Summer, there was one who did not fight with blood, but with iron. They named this one the Master of Tanks, and the thunderous sound of cannon and the rattling of machine guns could be heard far and wide, the crossroads before the capital of CotM being defended by this valiant one until it stood alone. Shitposters layed in droves, and entire army having been slain by the might of Sonitusia, Master of Tanks, Commandant of Iron, and Slinger of Shells.
by Reverend Norv » Wed Sep 19, 2018 8:03 pm
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Agritum » Thu Sep 27, 2018 1:39 pm
by Wolfenium » Sat Sep 29, 2018 6:59 am
Agritum wrote:Alexandria, 23rd October, noon
He came back a quarter of an hour later, a smelly wrap or two held between his arms, the aroma of hot spices and roasted meat floating around him. Regardless of the allure of the delicatessen, Abraham looked particularly defeated. "Did you get mugged, sir?" Naomi asked.
"...Did I? I was told the average cost of a shawarma floats around 25 pounds a piece and I was offered a discount of about 5 pounds which I initially deemed appropriate".
Naomi's usually dignified expression widened into an hearty smile followed by one of the most genuine laughs Heim had heard in her life. When she learned the context, even the stoic Pathfinder couldn't help but snicker acidly. "Mister Helsing, your expertise in vampire hunting may be crucial, one cannot say the same regarding your hunt for deals". Abe bit his lip, before glancing at the wraps. "Well, consider them a gift."
"When he [Joseph] arose, he took the young Child and His mother by night and departed for Egypt, and was there until the death of Herod the Great, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the Lord through the prophet, saying, Out of Egypt I called My Son." - Matthew 2:12–23
Egypt, the refuge of the Lord and the Holy Mother... I never imagined I would set foot here. I did not even believe I would ever set foot anywhere outside the colony. The more I think about, the more I regret coming here. I know I am not here to indulge in travel and enjoyment, but the thrill of setting foot in the lands spoken in the Book... it excites me so.
I... suppose I should have known better when my expectations of Egypt thus deviates from the images of millenia past. Everywhere, spires of sandstone and mortar blared a prayer in local tongue, words praising a prophet who, by all accounts, would have been condemned for heresy by the Christ-folk. But the word of Islam had long taken hold on the lands once trodden by the Lord and Savior. Perhaps it may be too much to hope for the Light to return to these good people, and I suspect they would not take kindly to any insult to their faith too.
But wandering the vast, colourful bazaars, I chanced on a strange, bunker-like temple. No... that ain't no temple. Could it be?
Stepping inside the church, the first thing that hit me was its... extravagance? Its chandeliers, the mosaics, its stone edifices... They all seemed excessive, anathema even. But to deny its beauty... how could I claim otherwise? I can feel it all around me, a facade emanating with its masons' embrace of God. And this was no ruin, no... This was a sanctuary for living men. While I see but one or two at the benches in private prayer, I could already imagine a crowded Sunday session.
God is alive and well.
Mystified, I took to the seats myself as I gazed upon the edifice of the Last Supper. Did it seem strange for me to be here, a white girl in a sea of desert folk? I tried my hardest to hold back my tears. I felt truly torn. How could this be sacrilege? Even I would not deign to think that its builders are damned in the next life for what our folk would consider 'excess'. But daylight is waning, and I have limited time to ponder such issues. Instead, I whispered a simple prayer to the Lord, one of a hope I had found lacking among everyone.
"Dear Lord in Heaven, I beg of you," I said to Him, "give us the will to survive."
I would not ask for the enemy's death. I am sure my teammates demanded that of Him more than I could stand. I would not ask for their spirits saved. Nothing I saw at Warsaw pointed to much hope for that. I will, however, ask him to protect us, those who fight so others could survive. I... will not claim I have the will to kill. But I will keep my teammates safe, even if I have to soil my hands to do so. I only hope that day never comes.
Perhaps I hope too much.
Agritum wrote:Naomi motioned at the group for attention. "We'll soon link up with elements from the British 7th Armored Division, including the experimental Kingforce squad. Heavy armor will stage a diversionary attack while the main battle rages on the coast. This will also permit your team to insert through vehicular means. The 44th Infantry Division and a Free French force will provide foot support to the assault. It's important you make acquaintance with your escort on the battle proper. You will be facing two Axis armored divisions, the Italian Ariete, and the 21st Panzer."
With those words, Naomi motioned at *something* in the darkness. The hellish noise of an engine starting up thundered in the night, then the sound of threads. Emerging from the pale moonlight, a
metallic behemoth adorned by shining chivalric shields and festoons rolled in, exposing its side to the awaiting commandos. Abraham noticed an heraldic emblem emblazoned on the shields, the one of a roaring rampant lion standing up amongst flames. It felt similar, for a reason.
by Finland SSR » Sat Sep 29, 2018 7:43 am
Agritum wrote:Alexandria, 23rd October, noon
Agritum wrote:South of El Alamein, 23rd October, evening
by Riysa » Sat Sep 29, 2018 7:37 pm
by Remnants of Exilvania » Fri Oct 05, 2018 8:58 am
by Cylarn » Sun Oct 07, 2018 1:36 pm
by Monfrox » Sun Oct 07, 2018 2:39 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Reverend Norv » Sun Oct 07, 2018 8:36 pm
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
by Wolfenium » Mon Oct 08, 2018 5:47 am
by Fascist Republic Of Bermuda » Tue Oct 09, 2018 4:29 pm
by Finland SSR » Tue Oct 16, 2018 9:22 am
Monfrox wrote:Willow
Reverend Norv wrote:Matt
Wolfenium wrote:Ariel
by Cylarn » Wed Oct 17, 2018 5:58 am
by Sonitusia » Wed Oct 17, 2018 12:58 pm
Shyluz wrote:The second 'tanks' was said, it was all over.
Gensokyu wrote:So that happened.
They say that in the great wars of NS Summer, there was one who did not fight with blood, but with iron. They named this one the Master of Tanks, and the thunderous sound of cannon and the rattling of machine guns could be heard far and wide, the crossroads before the capital of CotM being defended by this valiant one until it stood alone. Shitposters layed in droves, and entire army having been slain by the might of Sonitusia, Master of Tanks, Commandant of Iron, and Slinger of Shells.
by Monfrox » Fri Oct 19, 2018 1:53 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
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