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The Chuck
Diplomat
 
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Founded: Apr 18, 2018
Compulsory Consumerist State

Postby The Chuck » Sun Feb 10, 2019 11:10 am

Daniel spun around and smiled when he saw Erika standing there.

"Terribly sorry about leaving you in the lurch like that Erika. I wasn't sure if our partnership was still going or not. Good to see you though!"

As they talked, Daniel took time to open up Bonnie's saddle bags and take stock of his inventory. Before him laid a wide array of medical supplies, ammunition, and different odds and ends. As he loaded his bandoleer and gun belt with ammunition he also scanned the horizon to see if he could spot anything.

I use NS Stats. - Yes, a majority of my people die at 27...
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"I'm not a bad man but in certain situations I have to ask myself, "What would a bad man do?" -War Dogs
“Son! I've got a short temper and a long rifle..!” -Hot Tea Across India
"There are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every 12 people on the planet. The only question is: How do we arm the other 11?" - Yuri Orlov (Nicolas Cage)
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Skyhooked
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Anarchy

Postby Skyhooked » Sun Feb 10, 2019 11:33 am

Skyhookedians fortified their position near stores, and preapared to shoot anyone, who will come close to the positions. Barricades from the furniture and benches walled many possible ways to the position, however some were left without any barricades, so they could be used as chokepoints, or for quick retreat in case it's impossible to use sewer tunnels. "What if VictorNet put some insane clowns or crocodiles there?"- Commented Casey James, while he dragged an ornate green sofa to the barricade together with Bjorn of Steel, finishing building the fortification.

Meanwhile, Stan Dixon assumed a pretty high point on the roof of one of the shops, from where he could see Patient Zero near a fountain. He saw, that he was about to get attacked by someone, and decided to watch the show, judging, that someone will die and someone get wounded in a fight, which will be a perfect opportunity to strike. Yet he was also on the lookout for other foes, who may attack the positions.

As for John Walker AI and First Leader Seth, they both checked their weapons and loked around, trying to spot potenital foes.
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Skyhooked is MT/PMT with a few FT elements. Military is factbook only. NS stats can be used too.
If you wanna know more about this haven of sin: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=418281&start=300

Our country offers: Alcohol, guns, cigars, weed, gambling, beaches and tons of souvenirs. And our current special: All guns and ammo from "Six Barrels" 20% discount.

Refreshing News:
Skyhookedian Council goes to gladiator tournament to fight for glory, honor and prizes and demonstrate their combat skill and bravery.https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=459371

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Low bloods
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Father Knows Best State

Postby Low bloods » Sun Feb 10, 2019 11:54 am

Oni sat atop a tree near Zero's location, he wasn't ready to attack just yet as he was waiting for all the folk to arrive, we could already spot Stan and just heard a lound crash which made him move a bit back he readied his blades as he awaited to strike.

Death raided an abandoned building and got himself a skateboard which he used for a quicker and smoother way of travel though he wasn't too fond of it he was indeed breaking it out.
"Do you hear the noises?" Asked Death, without even glancing back.

Low trailed Death along the sidewalk out of skyview, he would probably be hard to notice since the town isnt well lit yet, he silently trailed only nodding for an answer.
If you can see us...
Something must surely be wrong.

We dont use NS stats here.

A post I made about C/LT and YLR threads
Eyyy, if you're new to this whole YL reaction leader thing give me a click if its giving you a hard time.(pretty WIP)
current news: Festive times are sweeping through, slowly like a disease spreading Lowblood is starting to glow.

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Brigida
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Capitalist Paradise

Postby Brigida » Sun Feb 10, 2019 4:01 pm

As the timer rang out for the twenty minutes, the boxers nodded as they walked down in many directions from a section with many paths, the boxers coming from all sections. Glass Joe and King Hippo, found their way down a metropolitan section lined up with empty stores and stands, Piston Hondo going down in a dimly-lit street with Von Kaiser turning on one adjacent to it. Don Flamenco and Super Macho Man, in the meantime, walked their way towards the castle, being aware of anyone who was going to attack, Aran Ryan simply hid in the shadows of an alleyway, ready to unleash on anyone who goes by, Bald Bull and Disco Kid roamed an area lined with buildings so they couldn't be fired at, Bear Hugger went into another part of the town and went towards a tavern/ and Mr. Sandman simply took an alternate path, taking down a locked door with a single punch through and walking through to see if he could catch anyone in CQC

"Hey, anyone in here?" Bear Hugger looked around, seeking any enemies as he bumped his boxing gloves together. The, he hear d a familiar fizzing noise followed by exhaling.

"Только я, приятель." Soda Popinski said as Bear Huger turned to him, laughing. "Oh, there ya are, ya soda-lovin' commie! I was just lookin' for some fresh meat 'round here. You wanna join, eh?" He said as Soda nodded, laying down a bottle as he carried six more with him.

Meanwhile, as the two boxers were walking down the shopping area, Glass Joe admiring the nice architecture, the gigantic Pacific glutton suddenly roared as he grabbed Joe and ran down an alleyway, out of the sight of Stan.
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Greater South
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Corporate Bordello

Postby Greater South » Sun Feb 10, 2019 4:10 pm

As the Spy closed in towards the store while cloaked, he could see Stan and the Skyhookedians keeping watch atop of the store. Quickly, he uncloaked as he got out of sight, the going into a microphone on his suit. "Demoman, this is Spy. I have taken sight of those ragtag lone survivors and their laughable shop of slaughter. There's a fat man and that inexcusable failure of a fighter nearby as well. I'll need you on Wilhelm Ave. immediately. Do you copy?"

The Demoman recieved the call just fine. "Yeah, mate. Gotcha good, I'll be right over there faster than ye can say 'It's High Noon', aye?" The Demoman said as he rushed over towards the shopping area where they were, running over and taking cover behind a wall as he made a plan with his finger on the trigger of his grenade launcher."
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Skyhooked
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Anarchy

Postby Skyhooked » Sun Feb 10, 2019 5:26 pm

It's unknow if it is Stan's sharp eye, a reqired secondary power of any gunslinger, or Glutton's roaring helped him to spot two boxers, but it a fact, that Stan fired a few shots from his winchester rifle at Glass Joe and one at the Pacific glutton.

Meanwhile, other sqadmates were alerted by Stan's shooting and grabbed their weapons. Then they proceeded to seek the hostiles. Seth looked at Stan's direction, so he will be covered in case someone tries to get behind him, Bjorn of Steel assumed position near the barricades together with Casey.

As for John Walker AI, he detected some suspicious movement in other place. Looks like not only boxers were nearby. However he didn't know what was that, so he took cover behind a big Green sofa and prepared to shoot at probable Demoman's direction as soon as he detects an attempt to attack or even peek. He didn't know yet, who was that foe.
Skyhooked is MT/PMT with a few FT elements. Military is factbook only. NS stats can be used too.
If you wanna know more about this haven of sin: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=418281&start=300

Our country offers: Alcohol, guns, cigars, weed, gambling, beaches and tons of souvenirs. And our current special: All guns and ammo from "Six Barrels" 20% discount.

Refreshing News:
Skyhookedian Council goes to gladiator tournament to fight for glory, honor and prizes and demonstrate their combat skill and bravery.https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=459371

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Brigida
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Capitalist Paradise

Postby Brigida » Sun Feb 10, 2019 6:05 pm

Skyhooked wrote:It's unknow if it is Stan's sharp eye, a reqired secondary power of any gunslinger, or Glutton's roaring helped him to spot two boxers, but it a fact, that Stan fired a few shots from his winchester rifle at Glass Joe and one at the Pacific glutton.

Meanwhile, other sqadmates were alerted by Stan's shooting and grabbed their weapons. Then they proceeded to seek the hostiles. Seth looked at Stan's direction, so he will be covered in case someone tries to get behind him, Bjorn of Steel assumed position near the barricades together with Casey.

As for John Walker AI, he detected some suspicious movement in other place. Looks like not only boxers were nearby. However he didn't know what was that, so he took cover behind a big Green sofa and prepared to shoot at probable Demoman's direction as soon as he detects an attempt to attack or even peek. He didn't know yet, who was that foe.

Several shots from Stan managed to knock off King Hippo's crown as he ran off, whilst a bullet from stan had grazed his leg and caused him to cry out as a shot was sent through his leg. King Hippo put him down once they were in safety as Glass Joe complained at his slight wound. "Se faire tirer dessus ... la seule chose pire que d'être battu." Glass Joe complained as he still managed to get up, despite his overreaction pain, which Hippo rolled his eyes at. He turned around as they both went through the alleys, being careful not to get within their sight from a distance as they went to back behind a wall to take advantage of them once they approached.

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Veise
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Founded: Nov 18, 2018
Iron Fist Consumerists

Postby Veise » Sun Feb 10, 2019 6:20 pm

A red-coated soldier peered through the windows of the castle and saw the two approaching boxers.

"Lord Astre..." said Lysander, running a hand through his curly, greying brown hair. "Two approaching. It's those boxers."

"I see. Take two of your puppets. Rachel, you're with them. Try to fight them inside the castle." replied Astre.

"Yes, milord." replied both subordinates in unison. They flash-stepped out of sight.



The approaching Don Flamenco and Super Macho Man could see the doors to the castle slowly open, beckoning them to enter. Were they to look, all lights were off, and the natural light entering the throne room let not much more than a petite figure with a enormous sword and a soldier with a shotgun waiting for them by the back end of the room, staring at them.
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Year: 1820 AD (780 PE)
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NS stats are not used.
Factbooks are a WIP.
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The Chuck
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Compulsory Consumerist State

Postby The Chuck » Sun Feb 10, 2019 6:22 pm

As gun fire echoed through the city, Daniel grabbed one of Bonnie's saddle bags and pulled out a long slender mahogany box. Opening it he picked up a W.M. Malcolm 6x Long telescopic scope out of the box. Carefully folding down the rear sights of his rifle, he attached the scope to his Marlin M1895 CB rifle. Once he was done attaching the scope he rested the rifle on a table away from the window which prevented any scope glint to show. Aiming down the length of the unwieldy sight he swiveled it about and noticed Stan Dixon on a rooftop a good three quarters of a mile away. Smiling to himself, Daniel realized he probably could make the shot and get payback on Stan for taking out his eyesight the last time. Fortunately for Stan, Daniel had other ideas and instead popped off one round that was deliberately high as to cause a sharp *crack* over Stan's head to let him know he was being watched and could have easily taken that round to the head. After firing that one round, Daniel rolled out of sight before continuing his search for other hostiles from the top floor of his building.

Looking towards the majestic castle that towered over the rest of the town, Daniel noticed a couple boxers heading towards it. While he watched them, he saw the gate open and beckon them inside. Squinting hard he couldn't see who had opened the gates. While he scanned over the battlefield he continued to relay information with Erika and share who he had seen and where so that they could form a battle plan.
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I use NS Stats. - Yes, a majority of my people die at 27...
Red Neck Currency Value
"I'm not a bad man but in certain situations I have to ask myself, "What would a bad man do?" -War Dogs
“Son! I've got a short temper and a long rifle..!” -Hot Tea Across India
"There are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every 12 people on the planet. The only question is: How do we arm the other 11?" - Yuri Orlov (Nicolas Cage)
Ukraniumstan wrote:The Chuck is selling some weapons(as usual)

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Brigida
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Capitalist Paradise

Postby Brigida » Sun Feb 10, 2019 6:32 pm

Veise wrote:A red-coated soldier peered through the windows of the castle and saw the two approaching boxers.

"Lord Astre..." said Lysander, running a hand through his curly, greying brown hair. "Two approaching. It's those boxers."

"I see. Take two of your puppets. Rachel, you're with them. Try to fight them inside the castle." replied Astre.

"Yes, milord." replied both subordinates in unison. They flash-stepped out of sight.



The approaching Don Flamenco and Super Macho Man could see the doors to the castle slowly open, beckoning them to enter. Were they to look, all lights were off, and the natural light let not much more than a petite figure with a enormous sword and a soldier with a shotgun waiting for them staring back together.


As Don and Macho Man peeked through the doors, they could see the sword armed girl and the trooper with the shotgun, quickly reeling back as they figured out a plan.

"Alright, little dude, I've got a plan. I'm gonna rush the guy with the shotty, you take on that douchebag with the sword, yeah? Don't worry, I'll back ya up with things get hairy once I'm done with the trooper, alright, man?" Macho Man quietly said to don as he nodded with a 'si'. "Alright, man, let's give Mr. Hairspray a nice taste of Macho Man and... who were you again? Ah, who cares, let's do this!" He said as he barged in and went to tackle the soldier with the shotgun as Don Flamenco readied himself to fight Rachel.

"Ah, hola, señor... Listo para su vencimiento de viernes?" He said as he pulled out a rose and holding it in his mouth as he took in a fighting stance.
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Veise
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Postby Veise » Sun Feb 10, 2019 6:44 pm

Something suddenly shut the door behind them: a third soldier with a shotgun, with an affixed bayonet. The Red Soldier that Super Macho Man charged took aim, gentlemanly enough to allow Rachel to remove her hood, revealing that she was actually a beautiful maiden of sky-blue, thick hair in a bob and expressive, cutesy features. She got in a fighting stance though it was one that allowed her to keep her blade on her shoulder.

Finally, the Red Soldier fired, and the Door Soldier who closed the door began to sprint and close the distance towards Super Macho Man.
★ Veiser Crown: Royal House of Crestet ★
Year: 1820 AD (780 PE)
A rich, prosperous steampunk pseudo-feudal Kingdom ran by a monarchy with an pricey, white, platinum and crystal aesthetic. Prestige and poshness is our game.

NS stats are not used.
Factbooks are a WIP.
TG me anytime!
Join us!
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Play as an aristocrat! Manage lands, marry, and make merry in the ballroom in a region-optional RP group!
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Capitalist Paradise

Postby Brigida » Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:17 pm

Veise wrote:Something suddenly shut the door behind them: a third soldier with a shotgun, with an affixed bayonet. The Red Soldier that Super Macho Man charged took aim, gentlemanly enough to allow Rachel to remove her hood, revealing that she was actually a beautiful maiden of sky-blue, thick hair in a bob and expressive, cutesy features. She got in a fighting stance though it was one that allowed her to keep her blade on her shoulder.

Finally, the Red Soldier fired, and the Door Soldier who closed the door began to sprint and close the distance towards Super Macho Man.

The shotgun pellets went into Macho Man as he cried out in pain, several flesh wounds cutting into his chest, one barely gotten onto his ribs, with no organs damaged. He grew angry from the pain as he grabbed the soldier and attempted to use him as a meatshield to block the soldier's bayonet by swinging around in his direction

"YOU FUCKED UP NOW, BRO!" Super Macho Man yelled out in his ear.

Meanwhile, Don Flamenco was taken aback as she saw Rachel's beautiful features, his face contorting into a smug look.

"Ay, ay, ay... Si tus ojos fueran el cielo y tu boca el mar, me gustaría ser el horizonte para poderte besar." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows to her, still in his fighting stance, ableit a little more relaxed.
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Postby Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 7:28 am

When Super Macho Man spun him around, a series of spiky needles all over Red Soldier's would erupt from the skin of the Red Soldier, puncturing puny holes through his cloak and threatening to seriously injure him. The Red Soldier, having double the strength of an average body builder (just say a average-heighted guy who's 'ripped' as an average), would very much be able to overpower the boxer during moments of vulnerability, and would attempt to quickly round-house the boxer and then perform a powerful flip over and reasonably far behind him to set up a team combo between himself and Door Soldier.

Rachel slid her foot like a bull preparing to charge. "I'm afraid I can't understand you, dashing warrior, so let us speak with our arms!" theatrically called Rachel. "HRAAAAAAAAGH!" cried Rachel as she jumped high into the hair perhaps thirty feet, before coming down towards Don Flamenco like a falling star with enough strength to form a crater the size of a small car were her blade to touch the ground.
★ Veiser Crown: Royal House of Crestet ★
Year: 1820 AD (780 PE)
A rich, prosperous steampunk pseudo-feudal Kingdom ran by a monarchy with an pricey, white, platinum and crystal aesthetic. Prestige and poshness is our game.

NS stats are not used.
Factbooks are a WIP.
TG me anytime!
Join us!
Part of an NSRP group, Veiser Crown: Aristocrat Simulator.
Play as an aristocrat! Manage lands, marry, and make merry in the ballroom in a region-optional RP group!
Read March to the Fire, an original story about airborne royalist rebels written by a 3-man team!

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Postby Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 7:40 am

Veise wrote:When Super Macho Man spun him around, a series of spiky needles all over Red Soldier's would erupt from the skin of the Red Soldier, puncturing puny holes through his cloak and threatening to seriously injure him. The Red Soldier, having double the strength of an average body builder (just say a average-heighted guy who's 'ripped' as an average), would very much be able to overpower the boxer during moments of vulnerability, and would attempt to quickly round-house the boxer and then perform a powerful flip over and reasonably far behind him to set up a team combo between himself and Door Soldier.

Rachel slid her foot like a bull preparing to charge. "I'm afraid I can't understand you, dashing warrior, so let us speak with our arms!" theatrically called Rachel. "HRAAAAAAAAGH!" cried Rachel as she jumped high into the hair perhaps thirty feet, before coming down towards Don Flamenco like a falling star with enough strength to form a crater the size of a small car were her blade to touch the ground.

Macho Man once again yelped as several spikes punctured him in fair flesh wounds, causing him to stagger back yet still have enough stamina to duck under the roundhouse as he then oversaw the flip.

"Spines and choreography all you got, bruh? Yeah, you missed me with that shit, ya gun totin' Civil War-looking faggots." He said as he faced the Door Soldier and hopped his way towards him, cocking his fist back quickly once he got into optimal range and throwing a haymaker to his head. "GIVE ME ALL YOU GOT, YA LITTLE SHRIMPS!"

Meanwhile, as Rachel jumped up above Flamenco, he rolled to the side in order to jump out of the way, but was knocked back by the shockwave. He got back on his feet, though, and cracked a smug smile once more.
"¡No está mal para una chica! Ahora vamos, dame un poco más." Flamenco taunted as he readied his stance well enough.

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Postby Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 7:49 am

Red Soldier suddenly flash-stepped behind Macho Man, closing the distance rapidly and attempting to perform a sudden flying back kick, while Door Soldier abused the spear-like range of his bayonet'd rifle to attempt to stay out of a range and puncture the boxer's chest. It seemed they were not in a speaking mood.

Rachel was, one again, completely unable to understand a word Flamenco said and resumed her fighting stance. She darted forward, slid her dominant hand up to her zweihander's second grip, and attempted to flick the upper end of the six-foot blade at Flamenco.
★ Veiser Crown: Royal House of Crestet ★
Year: 1820 AD (780 PE)
A rich, prosperous steampunk pseudo-feudal Kingdom ran by a monarchy with an pricey, white, platinum and crystal aesthetic. Prestige and poshness is our game.

NS stats are not used.
Factbooks are a WIP.
TG me anytime!
Join us!
Part of an NSRP group, Veiser Crown: Aristocrat Simulator.
Play as an aristocrat! Manage lands, marry, and make merry in the ballroom in a region-optional RP group!
Read March to the Fire, an original story about airborne royalist rebels written by a 3-man team!

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Postby Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:01 am

Veise wrote:Red Soldier suddenly flash-stepped behind Macho Man, closing the distance rapidly and attempting to perform a sudden flying back kick, while Door Soldier abused the spear-like range of his bayonet'd rifle to attempt to stay out of a range and puncture the boxer's chest. It seemed they were not in a speaking mood.

Rachel was, one again, completely unable to understand a word Flamenco said and resumed her fighting stance. She darted forward, slid her dominant hand up to her zweihander's second grip, and attempted to flick the upper end of the six-foot blade at Flamenco.


Super Macho Man managed to then turn as he heard steps behind him and attempted to counter his kick with two calculated swings followed by an uppercut. Unfortunately for the Californian, there after, a bayonet managed to puncture through his back instead of his chest, severely wounding him as it went fairly deep and causing him to cry out in pain. He was imagining the voices of the supposed young girls who he hadn't screwed yet, and those who did grieving for him in desperation, finding some sort of a will to keep on fighting as he roared in anger.

Meanwhile, Flamenco stood his ground as he looked at Rachel with confidence, and as he swung suddenly ducked down from under the blade with an "¡Olé!", and followed up by attempting to give her a jab in the stomach and a mighty uppercut to her chin.

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Postby Skyhooked » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:08 am

Seeing, how Hippo and Glass Joe had problems during their retreat, Stan managed to fire another three quick shots from winchester, before his foes manage to escape, until a bullet from some unknown foe made him lose his hat. That made him to get back to the shop and look for other position. Which was present near the window, because it was overgrown with vines. He picked up his hat, and got inside. After that, he crouched and started to watch for potential targets from there. He positione himself a pace back from it, so a flash from his gun won't give him away. Then he reloaded his gun and prepared to wait.

As for other Skyhookedians, they patrolled the yard with their guns ready. They took different directions, but tried to be in eachother's sight, so their backs will be covered. John Walker AI, who learned from his bitter previous experience with Spy, now scanned area with infrared vision.
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Skyhooked is MT/PMT with a few FT elements. Military is factbook only. NS stats can be used too.
If you wanna know more about this haven of sin: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=418281&start=300

Our country offers: Alcohol, guns, cigars, weed, gambling, beaches and tons of souvenirs. And our current special: All guns and ammo from "Six Barrels" 20% discount.

Refreshing News:
Skyhookedian Council goes to gladiator tournament to fight for glory, honor and prizes and demonstrate their combat skill and bravery.https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=459371

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Veise
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Postby Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:09 am

The Red Soldier was thrown back by all three blows, deep metal clunks resounding and launching the soldier back through the air. He caught himself in a handstand and threw himself back upright and immediately, fired a pair of grappling hooks at Macho Man, attempting to impale him twice before coming in for a powerful, gas-boosted super dropkick, hoping to launch him back into Door Soldier who would, in case of the drop-kick working, thrust his two legs out hard and send Super Macho Man towards the ceiling.

Rachel did not expect the man to be able to rush through her six-foot safety barrier so quickly and found the narrow area above her womanhood shook and her jaw struck. She staggered back, not even falling over but still grunting in pain. Her abs and her jaw were like punching leather though; not even squishy and remarkably tough. She narrowly recovered and put up a defensive guard in case Flamenco wanted to follow up.
★ Veiser Crown: Royal House of Crestet ★
Year: 1820 AD (780 PE)
A rich, prosperous steampunk pseudo-feudal Kingdom ran by a monarchy with an pricey, white, platinum and crystal aesthetic. Prestige and poshness is our game.

NS stats are not used.
Factbooks are a WIP.
TG me anytime!
Join us!
Part of an NSRP group, Veiser Crown: Aristocrat Simulator.
Play as an aristocrat! Manage lands, marry, and make merry in the ballroom in a region-optional RP group!
Read March to the Fire, an original story about airborne royalist rebels written by a 3-man team!

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Brigida
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Postby Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:18 am

Veise wrote:The Red Soldier was thrown back by all three blows, deep metal clunks resounding and launching the soldier back through the air. He caught himself in a handstand and threw himself back upright and immediately, fired a pair of grappling hooks at Macho Man, attempting to impale him twice before coming in for a powerful, gas-boosted super dropkick, hoping to launch him back into Door Soldier who would, in case of the drop-kick working, thrust his two legs out hard and send Super Macho Man towards the ceiling.

Rachel did not expect the man to be able to rush through her six-foot safety barrier so quickly and found the narrow area above her womanhood shook and her jaw struck. She staggered back, not even falling over but still grunting in pain. Her abs and her jaw were like punching leather though; not even squishy and remarkably tough. She narrowly recovered and put up a defensive guard in case Flamenco wanted to follow up.

While he had stupidly put his arm in a defensive stance, the hooks had caught onto Macho Man's arm as he grunted in pain, the extremity having not impaled his chest but his forearm and hand, causing him to profusely bleed, getting him a bit weaker but more enraged as he went and swung his arm around with all he could in the pain in an attempt to smash him into the Door Soldier and around the throne room.

Flamenco in the meantime had chuckled at his little matador stunt as he walked sideways slowly in a circle, taunting her with a 'Toro, toro!' as he went into a defensive stance as well. "¡Vamos, puta! Tu caída te espera!"

Skyhooked wrote:Seeing, how Hippo and Glass Joe had problems during their retreat, Stan managed to fire another three quick shots from winchester, before his foes manage to escape, until a bullet from some unknown foe made him lose his hat. That made him to get back to the shop and look for other position. Which was present near the window, because it was overgrown with vines. He picked up his hat, and got inside. After that, he crouched and started to watch for potential targets from there. He positione himself a pace back from it, so a flash from his gun won't give him away. Then he reloaded his gun and prepared to wait.

As for other Skyhookedians, they patrolled the yard with their guns ready. They took different directions, but tried to be in eachother's sight, so their backs will be covered. John Walker AI, who learned from his bitter previous experience with Spy, now scanned area with infrared vision.


Meanwhile, as the Skyhookedians patrolled the yard, King Hippo took note of their firearms and their joint as a team. Seeing this, he decided to keep going. Taking on a group of armed men would have meant suicide for him, and even he knew it, as he ran off.
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Postby Greater South » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:29 am

Meanwhile, as Demoman had sniffed, he readied himself for a moment in his attempt to attack Stan, taking into account his fine eye and the amount of potential shrapnel he could create in their 'fortification'. Using the reflection on his sword to look for his locale, after ten seconds he finally saw him, and readied his grenade launcher as he fired it twice over the wall to what would hopefully be his location before running off away from the scene.

Then, in the meantime, Sniper and Engineer were roaming around as they looked for a position to entrench themselves in. And ahead of them? A nice little fancy hotel, three stories with many points and entryways, guarantee to confuse the enemy as long as he switched rooms every so often, the Sniper though.

"Bingo. C'mon, follow me, brickie." Sniper commanded as the Engineer followed, the two entering the hotel as the went upstairs, Engineer armed with a shotgun and the Sniper with his SMG incase they encountered anyone.
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Postby Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:35 am

Macho Man's thrashing was highly exploitable. For a moment, the Red Soldier found himself flung, but quickly detached a single hook (causing the already gruesome would to get much worse) and shot it into the ceiling, yanking Macho Man into the air. Door Soldier took crackshot aim...

Rachel still didn't understand a word he said. She launched herself at Don Flamenco, though a bit ahead in his predicted circle, and began to spin slash rapidly, letting loose a war cry.
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Postby Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 8:53 am

Veise wrote:Macho Man's thrashing was highly exploitable. For a moment, the Red Soldier found himself flung, but quickly detached a single hook (causing the already gruesome would to get much worse) and shot it into the ceiling, yanking Macho Man into the air. Door Soldier took crackshot aim...

Rachel still didn't understand a word he said. She launched herself at Don Flamenco, though a bit ahead in his predicted circle, and began to spin slash rapidly, letting loose a war cry.


As Macho Man was sent into the air, bleeding out and around, he slowly grew weaker as he saw the door soldier aiming at him. He then had a last ditch attempt, crying out in anger as he yanked an arm of the chandelier on the ceiling and snapped it off before throwing it at him, as he ran out of energy to continue on.

Don once again rolled under Rachel to get out of the way of her attack as he went up from a distance behind her as he got out of her range for a spin and repeating for a second spin attack as he waited for her to slow down. Once she'd suddenly stop to ready for another attack, he'd then go and attempt to unleash a large haymaker onto her followed by a series of hooks and jabs to her head, neck and arms to whittle her down.
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Postby Skyhooked » Mon Feb 11, 2019 9:20 am

Two grenades flew over the barricades. The first one landed near the barricade, and exploded, damaging the fortifications, and resulting in a few wood chips flying at Seth and Casey. One of them hit Seth's leg. Not deadly or incapacitating, yet pretty unpleasant, and three ended up in Casey's arm. Same result. The second one hit right in the window of the gift shop, and landed near collection of glass plates and ceramic figures of fishes, and left hell of a mess. Luckily no one was near. But it sure made hell of a mess.

Skyhookedians saw general direction of one of the grenades, and Seth retalitated by throwing a molotow cocktail over same wall, hopefully hitting the one, who attacked them.

Meanwhile, Stan finally detected Daniel, or at least a figure, which looked like him. From that distance, he couldn't see it too well, as he didn't sue a scope. He aimed his rifle at it, took wind in account, held his breath and slowly pulled the trigger, firing one precision shot, when he was ablsolutely sure, that he aimed rightly.
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Postby Veise » Mon Feb 11, 2019 9:28 am

It was all in vain. The chandelier arm bounced off Door Soldier with a metallic thud, though it left a cut in the cloak. As Macho Man headed for the ceiling, three more figures emerged from the shadows, and they and Red Soldier grappled and gas-boosted up for him and clung onto him and suddenly began flying downwards. Door Soldier quickly ran under their trajectory, and an enormous stalagmite burst from underneath Door Soldier's cloak.

"Medieval Technique; Reverse Pikeman!" shouted a voice, whose origin was masked as it echoed around the throne room.

Rachel was not having such fortune, as her spin was all for nothing, taking a blow that knocked her thoughts out. She put up her guard afterwards and slipped out after receiving a few blows. She grit her teeth, infuriated, and held her Zweihander like a spear, and slid her foot back like a bull. "Damn you!" hissed the girl, before charging, rushing in to impale Don. "HRRAAAAGH!"
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Postby Brigida » Mon Feb 11, 2019 9:39 am

Veise wrote:It was all in vain. The chandelier arm bounced off Door Soldier with a metallic thud, though it left a cut in the cloak. As Macho Man headed for the ceiling, three more figures emerged from the shadows, and they and Red Soldier grappled and gas-boosted up for him and clung onto him and suddenly began flying downwards. Door Soldier quickly ran under their trajectory, and an enormous stalagmite burst from underneath Door Soldier's cloak.

"Medieval Technique; Reverse Pikeman!" shouted a voice, whose origin was masked as it echoed around the throne room.

Rachel was not having such fortune, as her spin was all for nothing, taking a blow that knocked her thoughts out. She put up her guard afterwards and slipped out after receiving a few blows. She grit her teeth, infuriated, and held her Zweihander like a spear, and slid her foot back like a bull. "Damn you!" hissed the girl, before charging, rushing in to impale Don. "HRRAAAAGH!"


As the super Macho man was finally given a gory end, Don Flamenco in the meantime was readying his stance with a clever smirk on his face as the girl charged forward. This sort of tactic was his bread and butter; he'd done this many times with actual bulls who'd charge at him like this, and with all his might and percision, proceeded to sidestep and spin for a moment with his fist cocked before he went in to attempt a hard, bone-shattering haymaker to her head.

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