The Pub: a P2tM RP Group (Grand Reopening!)

[Independent States of Tula]

Just quoting this to bring up that this RP is open and that we need more people so if a WW2 tactical RP is up your alley then feel free to join up!

Is this supposed to be funny? Is this supposed to be entertaining? I just don't get it. Maybe I'm getting too old, or kids just have a sense of humour I'm not getting. This just looks like a substantial waste of time, and quite frankly a bit idiotic on the part of the creator. Sorry.

Uh...what?

[Turmenista]

Is this supposed to be funny? Is this supposed to be entertaining? I just don't get it. Maybe I'm getting too old, or kids just have a sense of humour I'm not getting. This just looks like a substantial waste of time, and quite frankly a bit idiotic on the part of the creator. Sorry.

Uh...what?

It's a copypasta.

[The United Remnants of America]

Uh...what?

It's a copypasta.

A fan of Young Scrolls, I see.

[Beiarusia]

OREGON STATE POLICE
INCIDENT REPORT #13-404466 — CEDARVIEW MISSING PERSONS

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• MISSING

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- Eustace Corriander, 66
(missing since May 1860)
The eccentric founder of Cedarview, he was an avid hunter and outdoorsman, and, more importantly, considered himself a connoisseur of scotch, gin, and liquor in general. Would lead several local expeditions to map the northwestern edge of Oregon but would disappear in early-1860 soon after discovering a vein of silver. His body was never found.

- Jennifer Tallow, 28
(missing since August 2005)
Living in Salem, Oregon, she was a nature enthusiast who disappeared suddenly when exploring the Oregon coastline in Summer 2005. Her car was later discovered in Rockaway Beach. No further evidence has been found to date and her disappearance remains unsolved.

- Alice Lowland, 16
(missing since March 2008)
A sophomore at Cedarview High School, the teenager was last seen inside her home on the evening of Friday March 28^th. No evidence of foul play. A troubled home life has given credibility to her being 1) a runaway or 2) a suicide victim, however, despite an extensive search of the nearby forest, coastline, and lakes, no body has been found to support the latter theory. The case remains unsolved.

• PERSONS of INTEREST

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- Wendy Adams, 16
(High School Student)
A classmate of Alice Lowland, she has shown a keen, morbid interest in the girl's disappearance.

- Jebediah Burrows, 94
(Retired)
He is believed to be suffering from mild dementia, and, as such, is often disregarded as nothing more than the harmless, crotchety town kook. Is an unabashed adherent to various conspiracy theories, folk lore, and obscure legends. Tends to ramble and is generally left alone to no complaint. Lives in a small, rundown bungalow just south of town. Served aboard the USS Washington during the Second World War.

- Daniel Coffers, 51
(Sheriff, Cedarview Police Department)
The longtime sheriff of Cedarview, he is respected for his fair, even-handed nature and is well-liked by most everyone in town, but can be gruff at times, particularly when stressed by difficult incidents. Is adamant in Alice Lowland being a runaway after no evidence to suggest otherwise was discovered.

- Elizabeth Colts, 15
(High School Student)
A dark and brooding girl who is often the target of bullies. Claims to see ghosts.

- Evelyn Deacon, 59
(Hotel Manager)
She owns and operates the Evergreen Inn. A bit disinterested, liking her privacy, but is genuinely and welcoming kind to most everybody, guests especially. Enjoys being a concierge.

- Marcus Deacon, 60
(Hotel Maintenance)
Evelyn Deacon's husband. Works at the Evergreen Inn and a handyman.

- Robert Dulong, 40
(Teacher, Cedarview High School
An apathetic teacher who plans on leaving town once the school year is finished.

- Missy Einhaus, 16
(Student, Cedarview High School)
A bully, and exceptionally cruel, she enjoys spreading rumors and sharing gossip.

- Arnold Humboldt, 71
(Store Owner)
A grumpy old man, he runs a moderately-sized convenience store and petrol station near the highway. Isn't too sociable, and generally dislikes children and teenagers, but is professional nonetheless.

- Abigail Johnson, 41
(Waitress)
The mother of Zane Johnson. Is protective of her son and works part-time at Pancake Shack.

- Taylor Johnson, 41
(Technician)
The father of Zane Johnson. Commutes to work in Portland, Oregon, and plans to move to the city soon with his family.

- Zane Johnson, 17
(High School Student)
An acquaintance of Alice Lowland, he has been particularly troubled by her disappearance with classmates and teachers noting a significant change in personality, being more withdrawn than usual. A member of the AV Club.

- Kevin Jones, 18
(High School Student)
A star athlete in a nowhere town, he is arrogant and relies on brawn not intelligence.

- Emily Lowland, 12
(Middle School Student)
The sister of Alice Lowland. Is openly hostile towards Sheriff Coffers and the local police in general.

- Kirsten Lowland, 37
(Housewife)
The mother of Alice Lowland. Blames herself for her daughter's disappearance due to friction in their relationship.

- Michael Lowland, 40
(Mechanic)
The father of Alice Lowland. Has been working overtime since his daughter's disappearance.

- Nick Masters, 45
(Utility Worker)
An unassuming man, he is the sort to know a bit about most everybody. Is friendly but has a hard time keeping secrets due to his talkative nature. Odd, with strange fascinations, and stranger hobbies. Keeps busy with work.

- Logan McAllister, 29
(Officer, Cedarview Police Department)
Idealistic, he cares greatly for the citizens of Cedarview, taking to heart his occupation as an officer, and feels personally responsible for failing to locate Alice Lowland. Disagrees with the handling of the case and has investigated the matter independently. Despairingly, has little to show for his effort.

- Kenneth Meyers, 60
(Principal, Cedarview High School)
Principal since 1987, he has shown much sympathy in regards to his student's disappearance, however, is believed to care more for keeping appearances than the whereabouts of a troublesome teenager. Takes his job seriously.

- Robert Sanders, 49
(Mayor)
Considering himself to be "down-to-earth", the mayor of Cedarview prefers a hands-on approach in connecting with the citizens of his town. Has said little in regards to the disappearance of Alice Lowland.

- Helen Townsend, 54
(Teacher, Cedarview High School)
A teacher and the school's guidance councilor, she has been cooperative with the police investigation in regards to the disappearance of Alice Lowland, much to the annoyance of her superior. Feels partly responsible for not recognizing Alice as having been troubled, and wishes she'd been more available in assisting the teenager. Of the school faculty, appears to be the most bothered.

- Daniel White, 52
(Doctor, Private Practitioner)
Runs the local clinic and pharmacy. Selfless and enjoys helping others.

• LOCATIONS

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- Anton Beach
A small, sandy strip that is often frequented by locals during the warmer months. A boathouse is located on the southern end, but few attractions exist otherwise.

- the Cove
Formed by a rocky outcropping on the northern end of Anton Beach, the unnamed cove is a popular hangout for teenagers who desire a secluded location for smoking, drinking, and whatever else rebellious teens are wont to do. The cove is otherwise forgettable. Is rumored to be the haunting ground of the Blue Lady with sightings dating back to the 1970's, however, this is believed to be nothing more than a local legend to scare small children.

- Cedarview High School
Rebuilt in 1994, the school is a small yet modern-styled building. Compact to accommodate a low student population, approximately 300, complete with a gymnasium, track, sports field, and open land between it and the forest. Below-average in regional rankings — the last football regional championship was in 1970, and test scores are typically mediocre. The middle school is next door (and shares a building with the elementary school).

- Colton Silver Mine and Smelter
Opened in 1946, the silver mine and accompanying smelter proved a major boon to the growth of Cedarview, then a town with a population of less than 400, and was a major economic draw for decades to come. By 1980 the town's population had reached 3,500 and was expected to double by the year 2000, however, several accidents in the 1980's and 1990's, including the deaths of seven miners in 1997, coupled with a diminished supply of ore, would lead to the mine's eventual decommissioning and the smelter closing in 2002. The mine and smelter are abandoned and are off-limits to the public. Their seclusion and distance from town have kept unauthorized exploration to a minimum, but trespassing continues under lax enforcement.

- Corriander Pass
An overgrown trail with no known location on record.

- Derringer Park
A large, open space east of town. The perfect spot for a family picnic or BBQ with a wooden playground to entertain the younger children. Several nature trails branch off here.

- Evergreen Inn
A small hotel in the rough decor of a log cabin, the lodging is affordable but sees little business due to lacking tourism. Despite this, the hotel is well maintained if lacking in amenities, and is a short walk from downtown Cedarview. Owned and operated by Evelyn Deacon and her husband Marcus.

- Humboldt's Convenience Mart
Established by Arnold Humboldt, this small convenience store / petrol station is, perhaps, the location most frequented by outsiders traveling past along the highway, second only to the sole fast food restaurant immediately off the exit. Not the fanciest but offers a large selection of groceries and home products.

- Kingfisher Lake
Northeast of Derringer Park. Oftentimes used for swimming or fishing.

- Kingfisher Trail
A small, well-kept trail connecting Derringer Park to Kingfisher Lake.

- Pancake Shack
A reasonably popular diner with claims of having the best pancakes in all of Oregon. Business has faltered somewhat since the closure of Colton Silver Mine, what with fewer travelers stopping into town, but the restaurant is doing well regardless and remains a mainstay in downtown Cedarview.

- Silver Bridge
An old railroad bridge near Silver Lake. Construction is typical of most beam designs but, after years of abandonment, is overgrown and showing signs of disrepair. Surrounded by difficult terrain.

- Silver Lake
A small lake deep in the forest.

- Town Hall
Constructed in 1855, the building was formerly the home of Eustace Corriander, the town's eccentric founder, and has been built upon on numerous occasions. Houses the mayor's office and police department.

- the Tracks
An abandoned railway connecting the Colton Silver Mine to major transportation arteries. Usage was discontinued in the 1990's and the tracks have since become overgrown.

- the Tunnel
A rail tunnel near the Colton Silver Mine with a slight curve preventing one from seeing through to the other side. Southern end leads immediately to Silver Bridge. Despite warnings, this location is often visited by teenagers seeking a thrill or ghost story, and, like the tracks, if overgrown and covered in graffiti.

- U.S. Route 101
A major north/south highway on Oregon's coastline connecting Washington to California. Passes just east of Cedarview, but, despite having an exit, traffic is mostly passersby seeking a pitstop (however, most continue on to larger towns).

- the Water Tower
A simple water tower with the town's name written in bold lettering.

- Wendy's
The only fast food restaurant in Cedarview just off the highway.

- White's Pharmacy
Located in downtown Cedarview, the pharmacy doubles as a small clinic.

[The United Remnants of America]

Idea that's probably already been done before: You play line-grunt Stormtroopers in the period after the Kamino Uprising but before Yavin, so in about a decade span of time, doing various insurrection quelling, police actions, missions, etc. etc.

[Beiarusia]

When You Find Me is now live.

[Turmenista]

REQUEST FORM

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RP Name: Project Citadel (placeholder name)
OP: Turmenista
Co-OP(s): TBD
Genre(s): Sci-fi, crime, prison, elements of faction
Type: Character

Summary: Project Citadel is a placeholder name for an upcoming sci-fi RP of mine.

The focus revolves around the Citadel, a massive prison out in deep space housing the Galaxy’s worst and staffing the Galaxy’s finest and well-equipped guards. The premise involves the happenings inside of the Citadel: the daily lives of the guards and other staff, shenanigans among the prisoners and other escapades.

In short it’s meant to be a light-hearted sci fi story with a concept similar to Superjail, just without the gallons of LSD and other drugs.

Is The OOC (Out-Of-Character Thread) Posted?: No
Is The IC (In-Character Thread) Posted?: No

Nature Of Request?: Looking for ideas, characters, an interest gauge, and a title idea.
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[Caprizi]

MEMBER APPLICATION

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Nation: Caprizi
Favorite Genre(s): Action, Military, Post-Apocalyptic
Activity Level: At least once a week
What Do You Hope To Contribute?: Participate in some fun RPs
RP Example(s): viewtopic.php?f=4&t=360717&start=75#p33809105 (Bravo Rio used to be an account of mine)
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[The United Remnants of America]

Rough RP idea:

All the heroes you've heard about in the history books? Alexander the Great, Caesar, Cyrus, etc. were all touched by the gods.

In the year (Idk, 0CE?), the gods once again came to our world to touch members of our people. Giving them great intelligence, charisma, and leadership. Those touched by the gods can pass their traits onto their children, creating a line of succession of these great leaders.

So you play as a family that rises to prominence, playing through the years as your family goes through the generations, either hiding or using their powers for power or whatever. You can either be a descendant family of a great historical leader or a newly-created family. As time progresses, maybe you alter history to make your family do some stuff, or maybe you incorporate famous leaders into your family. You have freedom to do things.

The first-born of the God-Touched character is God-Touched, and anyone else is just normal. If a God-Touched is killed before they have kids, then the sibling of the God-Touched's firstborn will inherit the latent genes and be a God-Touched. The idea here is that a family can only have one of these great leaders living per generation for balance. Obviously if you do something like show off your powers and scare the village people and they burn your entire family, no more God-Touched for you.

Issues:

- How would time progress? 10 years per page? 25 years? Time only moves as needed?
- Would there need to be some sort of plot progression or could the RP'ers make their own plots with the freedom they have?
- What if two God-Touched have kids together?

I lost a couple hours of sleep laying in bed last night thinking of this for some reason.

Ideas? Help? Assistance?

[Anowa]

Oculus

On May 2nd 1946, an Allied Team of soldiers, guided by a member of the Nazi Schutzstaffel -Sturmbannführer Elsa Konig- began an mission known as Operation Brass Eye, into the depths of the Argentinian jungle to find and capture several HVTs in a reportedly small research outpost established in 1941. Contact would be expectedly lost the next morning as they entered the concrete facility.

On June 17th 1946, the remainder of the team, Major John MacDougall, and Technician Third Grade Samuel Santos would return to the surface through a hidden elevator shaft, nearly 130 kilometers north of the designated position of the facility. With them a bulk of data, documents, and maps all of them as haunting as one would expect. Their testimonies, as well as the generally detailed level of the documents they brought back indicated that the supernatural world, vampires, werewolves, demons, and spirits were all real, but located in rather specific locations, and only capable of entering the mortal realm through specific rituals.

Under the Allies, a task force of spies, special forces member, and analysts were collected and dumped into Task Force Oculus. A group of men and women who's job was to monitor and keep track of said supernatural items and monsters.

Their mission would remain somewhat of a dead end until October 19th 1991 -now under NATO command- where reported supernatural activity started all but spilling out of the West Russian Border. Years of the iron curtain being held up by force and armed guards finally relented, and the tales and intel around a Soviet program to create supersoldiers around said supernatural sources wasn't something that Oculus could let stand idly by.

As a member of Team Soupmaker, you have been tasked with a long range operational deployment into the Ural Mountains. With a range of equipment, personnel, and skills, the possible life of every man, woman and child on the planet rests on you to contain the threat and dispose of anything that can't be carried home in a file folder.

[The United Remnants of America]

Oculus

On May 2nd 1946, an Allied Team of soldiers, guided by a member of the Nazi Schutzstaffel -Sturmbannführer Elsa Konig- began an mission known as Operation Brass Eye, into the depths of the Argentinian jungle to find and capture several HVTs in a reportedly small research outpost established in 1941. Contact would be expectedly lost the next morning as they entered the concrete facility.

On June 17th 1946, the remainder of the team, Major John MacDougall, and Technician Third Grade Samuel Santos would return to the surface through a hidden elevator shaft, nearly 130 kilometers north of the designated position of the facility. With them a bulk of data, documents, and maps all of them as haunting as one would expect. Their testimonies, as well as the generally detailed level of the documents they brought back indicated that the supernatural world, vampires, werewolves, demons, and spirits were all real, but located in rather specific locations, and only capable of entering the mortal realm through specific rituals.

Under the Allies, a task force of spies, special forces member, and analysts were collected and dumped into Task Force Oculus. A group of men and women who's job was to monitor and keep track of said supernatural items and monsters.

Their mission would remain somewhat of a dead end until October 19th 1991 -now under NATO command- where reported supernatural activity started all but spilling out of the West Russian Border. Years of the iron curtain being held up by force and armed guards finally relented, and the tales and intel around a Soviet program to create supersoldiers around said supernatural sources wasn't something that Oculus could let stand idly by.

As a member of Team Soupmaker, you have been tasked with a long range operational deployment into the Ural Mountains. With a range of equipment, personnel, and skills, the possible life of every man, woman and child on the planet rests on you to contain the threat and dispose of anything that can't be carried home in a file folder.

Is the name coincidental or did you do it on purpose?

"Brass Eye"

[Anowa]

Oculus

On May 2nd 1946, an Allied Team of soldiers, guided by a member of the Nazi Schutzstaffel -Sturmbannführer Elsa Konig- began an mission known as Operation Brass Eye, into the depths of the Argentinian jungle to find and capture several HVTs in a reportedly small research outpost established in 1941. Contact would be expectedly lost the next morning as they entered the concrete facility.

On June 17th 1946, the remainder of the team, Major John MacDougall, and Technician Third Grade Samuel Santos would return to the surface through a hidden elevator shaft, nearly 130 kilometers north of the designated position of the facility. With them a bulk of data, documents, and maps all of them as haunting as one would expect. Their testimonies, as well as the generally detailed level of the documents they brought back indicated that the supernatural world, vampires, werewolves, demons, and spirits were all real, but located in rather specific locations, and only capable of entering the mortal realm through specific rituals.

Under the Allies, a task force of spies, special forces member, and analysts were collected and dumped into Task Force Oculus. A group of men and women who's job was to monitor and keep track of said supernatural items and monsters.

Their mission would remain somewhat of a dead end until October 19th 1991 -now under NATO command- where reported supernatural activity started all but spilling out of the West Russian Border. Years of the iron curtain being held up by force and armed guards finally relented, and the tales and intel around a Soviet program to create supersoldiers around said supernatural sources wasn't something that Oculus could let stand idly by.

As a member of Team Soupmaker, you have been tasked with a long range operational deployment into the Ural Mountains. With a range of equipment, personnel, and skills, the possible life of every man, woman and child on the planet rests on you to contain the threat and dispose of anything that can't be carried home in a file folder.

Is the name coincidental or did you do it on purpose?

"Brass Eye"

On purpose.

[Main Nation Ministry]

MEMBER APPLICATION

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Nation: Main Nation Ministry
Favorite Genre(s): Horror and Sci-Fi
Activity Level: Usually every day, but activity level might decrease after summer. Will currently be available after 5PM PST starting at the end of summer.
What Do You Hope To Contribute?: Some stories that is worth interacting with and read, contributing ideas, and have and give fun.
RP Example(s): Washington 2017 (My character Cox gets his own wiki page), Evil Genius, My first official RP I attended Despair Academy, and a RP that I have created Minutes of a Kill once.
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[Kwadai]

Finally decided to go for it.

MEMBER APPLICATION

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Nation: Kwadai
Favorite Genre(s): Horror, Fantasy, Supernatural, Mystery
Activity Level: I'm on NS everyday at some point, however considering I haven't been involved in a RP for a while, my posting is down.
What Do You Hope To Contribute?: Ideas and world building for existing and/or potential RPs
RP Example(s):
Fantasy:

Vasu shivered in the cold dampness that surrounded him. He was not used to this climate. He quickly proceeded to pull his scarf further over his head to shield his face from the upside down tsunami as he walked on watching the dirty streets below his feet gradually transform into even filthier streams as he grew closer. He deeply regretted not investing in sturdier footwear, it may have made navigating the mess that bit more bearable. How much more bearable human waste and whatever other foul substances formed the sludge could be was a question he had no intent on ever dwelling on however. There were more important things at stake. Why he left the hostel in such ungodly weather in the first place was yet another question that happened upon his mind. "For air" had been his original excuse, not a convincing one for that matter, but an excuse nonetheless.

He hadn't made it further than two streets away before deciding to return back anyway. Bite'tour was a strange place. It was an ugly conglomeration of grey buildings, grey streets and arguably grey people, rain notwithstanding. Yet strangely, Vasufelt a sense of enjoyment from being in the city. It was exactly the sort of adventure he had been longing for when he left Guryshan all those months ago. Of course there were many more relaxing, tranquil locations he could have been but he was drawn to joining the Black Company as if being pushed by some invisible supernatural force. It wasn't an easy lifestyle by any extension of the imagination but what was ever easy in this world of inequality and uncertainty? It was common knowledge that Bite'tour was a hub for the most unsavoury activities something evident everywhere even if you weren't seeking it out.

Vasu was unusual here. Tourmen were for the most part malnourished, often sickly looking people with gaunt almost transparent skin paired with black hair and violet coloured eyes. Vasu on the other hand was clearly of a much different ethnic background. His hair was also black but that's where similarities came to an end. His skin was brown as where his eyes which were much warmer than their piercing Tourmen counterparts. He was dressed unsuspectingly with a lightweight dark grey overcoat over his beige shirt. Not that either of those would distract from the obvious physical differences between him and the locals. Fortunately he hadn't attracted much negative attention, he was sure he could defend himself if anybody were to pull anything. He kept his dagger carefully concealed should he need it, though he usually would prefer to fight without it.

Within a short time he finally arrived back at the hostel in which the group had been lodging to find the others had already began to gather with the Prince, their leader. Among them was the red haired Seinese, Vinaqa. He knew her from before joining the company, so it was curious they would end up her together. She had been a slave to an elderly relative of Vasuback in Guryshan, a prominent slaveowner in his community. He had freed all of his slaves before his death, bizarre and infuriating to the Ramjakar family who had been so very keen on obtaining the man's property. Naturally tension became strong between the family and the now free slaves, Vinaqa being one of them.

Also present was the ill tempered and bearded yet vital Gollome. Vasu suspected or rather, knew for certain that Gollome probably had an innate dislike for many of them and frankly everybody else too. Whether or not the dislike was one of sympathy was not known. Before Vasu got all the way over to the group outside the hostel, the Tourman suddenly bellowed to the gathering in front of him telling them to head to the gardens all the while offering a brutal yet oddly humouring reminder of what he would do to them should they not do so quickly. Not wanting to be force fed through his rear, the Guryshani too caught up to the group and followed them in the direction of the aforementioned garden.
From, Lost Souls

Arman Khachatryan wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve, the restaurant he worked in was at the moment busy. Very busy. This was probably aided by the fact that the torrential rain battered the windows facing the street like millions of gunshots and thus soaking everyone who was for some reason, still outside. The restaurant was popular anyway and the food it served was excellent but it still felt unusually full. Therefore the kitchen was being bombarded with order after order from new customers, luckily Arman and the other chefs understood and respected each other and so worked together in sync like a well oiled machine. That was fortunate, because had that not been the case then it would have been utter chaos at moments like this.

He added finishing perfection to one of the restaurants most advertised dishes before it was taking out by a waitress to be served. "Break time...at last,", Arman thought sighing and walking out of the way of the others. He was due a twenty minute break after such a demanding shift. Moving outside to the back of the restaurant under the shelter to smoke, he was very quickly made retreat indoors or risk being transformed into a sponge, solemnly blowing out a final cloud of smoke before closing the door and going back inside.

That rain was truly evil. It was definitely a better idea to go into the restaurant to make sure the door servers were handling everything smoothly. As it turns out, they were the flow of customers had halted (or rather slowed down) significantly. Thank god. "Is everything okay down here?", Arman asked one of them, while simultaneously staring at the water droplets streaming down the glass on the door. The young man whose name according to the tag on his uniform was Bruno, looked at him replying, "Couldn't be better actually, no ones turned up for ages!". His colleague, a woman called Anthea with shoulder length dark brown hair wasn't so cheerful about it. "Give it a while, sooner or later we'll be hit by another wave", she insisted. Either way, anybody who did arrive would have to go search for somewhere else. The dining room was full.

Just as he was preparing to head back into the kitchen so some other chef could take their break he heard it them. All eight of them. The bells, ringing loudly through the darkness, their otherwise clear sound muffled only very slightly by the thundery rain. Stopping in his tracks Arman turned around slowly to face Bruno and Anthea to share a grim look. This was serious. So much for not getting wet. "Alright then, what could possibly be going on that we get called out in this!?", he groaned nodding to the rain. "We better just go before it gets any worse", Anthea said sullenly proceeding to go and collect her coat, followed by the other two as the diners also had gotten up to leave for the town square.

The restaurant was very much central to the square so it didn't take that long to get there, on his way however Arman rather unceremoniously knocked into quite a few people, but that was hardly his fault there were a lot of people after all. Six apologies later he took one of the rare available spaces of the square before the podium where they would all soon find out just why there were here.
From, What Does It Mean To Die Again

Horror

"Hello Marco...", a scratchy muffled voice came from behind the boy of the same name. "Please guys, you've tried that before", he chuckled as he felt himself turn around to look at who he had assumed were his friends trying to frighten him. When he was faced fully with the thing, he fell back into the footpath, evidently startled. Towering over him was a hunched scarecrow like thing. It was hideous with worn clothes and what appeared like damp straw, reeking of old corn plants left out to die. He pulled himself off the ground, his usually clean hands left slightly grazed from its rough surface. This one was definitely Maya's doing, no way would Dominic do that to himself. Marco's nose wrinkled up in disgust as he took a step back, this was hands down her most elaborate prank yet. How the hell was she able to creep up on him like that? Silently. There was absolutely nobody else in sight, how typical.

Straightening his back Marco tried to peer at the scarecrows face but that was when it jerked upright in a serial of painful sounding cracks to share directly at the boy, now it towered over him more than before. It spoke telling him it was his friend then changing its mind insisting he ran away. He stood frozen realising that this, whatever exactly it this is, was not Maya or anyone he knew for that matter. This creature was easily the most repulsive thing he'd laid his eyes on. Eyes widening in horror, he couldn't find the power to get out of there. The scarecrow's eye holes glared down at him, showing nothing but emptiness and evil with their inky black appearance. He shook in terror, before recoiling as the monster's face ruptured like a flour sack that had been filled too much bursting with a mix of the ugliest insects imaginable being poured out onto the ground as it laughed releasing more swarms of filth and bugs crawling at his feet, while other flying creatures whizzed by his face.

It was then as they crawled around his shoes, that the worst clambered out of the scarecrow's body. A giant centipede, scuttling down and then beginning to climb in his feet and ankle. Marco yelled in disgust and panic as he kicked out, and dropped all his books letting them fall and squash some of the crawlers the centipede was dislodged uncomfortably from his leg. Face as white as it could possibly get and clearly distressed, Marco wrenched his bag from his shoulder, almost dragging off his shirt with it as he flung the weighty bag at the invertebrate spewing scarecrow and took the split second distraction to bolt in the opposite direction faster than he had ran before, feeling the crunch of beetles and slide of works beneath his shoes until he turned the first block. He kept running not daring to look behind him, passing one, two blocks; about one hundred and fifty metres from where the beast appeared.

"Where is everybody!?", he thought while still running though not as fast as he had been, now beginning to feel the heaviness in his chest from sprinting, not something he was used to doing. Turning the next corner, he did of course discover the first person he'd seen since leaving school, though equally not in the way he hoped to. Not focusing on his surroundings Marco knocked straight into a girl with a scent of smoke subsequently knocking a stack of posters out of her hand. She had appeared to be sticking up more missing posters. He was sure the monster, and more importantly the centipede were well behind. Rubbing his head awkwardly Marco dropped to his knees to start picking some up, and to hide his burning red face, there's no way she would believe his excuse, so better help her. "I...am...so...very sorry", he muttered quickly, face still on fire as he passed the sheets to her.
From, Innocent

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[Beiarusia]

MEMBER APPLICATION

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Nation: Kwadai
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MEMBER APPLICATION

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Nation: Main Nation Ministry
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Both ACCEPTED. Welcome to the Pub. We have a Discord where most of us hang out, but anything posted here will be addressed regardless. Roster will be updated eventually.

[The United Remnants of America]

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[Danceria]

00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110001 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111001 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110101 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111

Domi arigato, mister robot-o. I'll get the eggheads and techpriests on it.

[Main Nation Ministry]

00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110001 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111001 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110101 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111

Domi arigato, mister robot-o. I'll get the eggheads and techpriests on it.

I translated it from binary and found a series of numbers:

108 97 32 121 117 109 107 105 110 117 107 32 104 97 102 122 117 104 97 107 104 108 97

I couldn't find a cipher to decode it. I was able to decipher the binary, but not the numbers.

[Anowa]

00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110001 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111001 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110101 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111

Well.

That translates into: 108 97 32 121 117 109 107 105 110 117 107 32 104 97 102 122 117 104 97 107 104 108 97

Which in turn translates into: la yumkinuk hafzuhakhla

Which in turn translates to Somali, Tajik, Hmong, and Kazakh as: "With soft sleep." which is odd since they're all different languages.

As well as Arabic as:

La لا

"No"
"Neither"
"Un-"
"In-"
"Im-"
"Dis-"

Yumkinuk مكن

"Can"
"Enable"
"Strong"
"Cement"

And the last word is a mystery, since google only reveals searches other, closer results because apparently there are no results for it.

Merged together the first to words mean: 'It is possible." لامكن , with the last word likely completing it. However, it forms a wholly seperate word pronounced as Lamkin in english script.

[Main Nation Ministry]

00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110001 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111001 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110101 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111

Well.

That translates into: 108 97 32 121 117 109 107 105 110 117 107 32 104 97 102 122 117 104 97 107 104 108 97

Which in turn translates into: la yumkinuk hafzuhakhla

Which in turn translates to Somali, Tajik, Hmong, and Kazakh as: "With soft sleep." which is odd since they're all different languages.

As well as Arabic as:

La لا

"No"
"Neither"
"Un-"
"In-"
"Im-"
"Dis-"

Yumkinuk مكن

"Can"
"Enable"
"Strong"
"Cement"

And the last word is a mystery, since google only reveals searches other, closer results because apparently there are no results for it.

Merged together the first to words mean: 'It is possible." لامكن , with the last word likely completing it. However, it forms a wholly seperate word pronounced as Lamkin in english script.

How did you decipher the numbers into words? With what cipher?

[Anowa]

Well.

That translates into: 108 97 32 121 117 109 107 105 110 117 107 32 104 97 102 122 117 104 97 107 104 108 97

Which in turn translates into: la yumkinuk hafzuhakhla

Which in turn translates to Somali, Tajik, Hmong, and Kazakh as: "With soft sleep." which is odd since they're all different languages.

As well as Arabic as:

La لا

"No"
"Neither"
"Un-"
"In-"
"Im-"
"Dis-"

Yumkinuk مكن

"Can"
"Enable"
"Strong"
"Cement"

And the last word is a mystery, since google only reveals searches other, closer results because apparently there are no results for it.

Merged together the first to words mean: 'It is possible." لامكن , with the last word likely completing it. However, it forms a wholly seperate word pronounced as Lamkin in english script.

How did you decipher the numbers into words? With what cipher?

ASCII

[The United Remnants of America]

00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110001 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111001 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110101 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110000 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110011 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110010 00110010 00100000 00110001 00110001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00111001 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110111 00100000 00110001 00110000 00110100 00100000 00110001 00110000 00111000 00100000 00111001 00110111

Well.

That translates into: 108 97 32 121 117 109 107 105 110 117 107 32 104 97 102 122 117 104 97 107 104 108 97

Which in turn translates into: la yumkinuk hafzuhakhla

Which in turn translates to Somali, Tajik, Hmong, and Kazakh as: "With soft sleep." which is odd since they're all different languages.

As well as Arabic as:

La لا

"No"
"Neither"
"Un-"
"In-"
"Im-"
"Dis-"

Yumkinuk مكن

"Can"
"Enable"
"Strong"
"Cement"

And the last word is a mystery, since google only reveals searches other, closer results because apparently there are no results for it.

Merged together the first to words mean: 'It is possible." لامكن , with the last word likely completing it. However, it forms a wholly seperate word pronounced as Lamkin in english script.

Maybe the issue is you say "last word."

[Main Nation Ministry]

I went to attempt to see if there was another meaning to the message, another theory is that La is The in Amharic. I started to simply translate the words seperately, rather than in a full phrase, where I was fiddling with Armenian to English where I discovered that yumkinuk meant soft. Then, I translated the whole phrase from Armenian to English to see if the phrase was the same, where I found that it showed, "la soft soft memory". Then, I found that hafzuhakhla when translated from Zulu reads, "does not bother".

[Danceria]

We /cicada 3001-2:Decipherment Boogaloo/ now?

[Anowa]

The Academy

>>IC<<
Theme
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OP: Anowa
Co-OP(s):

For the past 63 years the world at large has been afflicted with people with superpowers, those from all walks of life, impoverished or rich, of all creeds and colors, of all nations. Since the latter stages of the second world war, when German experiments were clipped into Soviet and American programs and unintentionally unleashed upon the world at large. The 50s were filled with fear of the Red Menace, supervillains, and possible fall of the world order as they knew it.

To prevent this, the UN started the meta-human registry. A list of those with genetic, supernatural, or magical powers to keep track of and ensure no hazards were caused by them. Those who developed powers at birth or stumbled upon their birthright by accident would be sent to one of 8 Academies, there they would be taught the norm: mathematics, world history, biology, chemisrty, etc. But along all this they'd be taught how to harness and control their powers.

This is the way things have been for over half a century. Though the machinations and events happening beyond the scope of even the UN or the staff of the Academies threaten to come to fruition, as organisations long thought crumbled to dust and forgotten to the annuls of the history books rear their ugly heads.

As for you, welcome to Academy 4. I hope you enjoy the stay.