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by Holy Lykos » Tue Jun 14, 2016 2:22 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Tue Jun 14, 2016 2:23 pm
Holy Lykos wrote:Heading out on my Ireland trip, will be on a wonky schedule and hard to post reliably.
by Holy Lykos » Tue Jun 14, 2016 3:18 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Tue Jun 14, 2016 3:37 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Tue Jun 14, 2016 4:09 pm
by Torsiedelle » Tue Jun 14, 2016 6:29 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Tue Jun 14, 2016 7:53 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:So, any idea on when we can get something up gatewise, or are people already ready? I'm quite eager, myself. Plenty of inspiration.
by Swith Witherward » Tue Jun 14, 2016 7:58 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:Hey, Swith, Cer, isn't most of Chaos and the technopriests in PL more or less bastardized/adapted 40K and not canon 40K? Asking for a reference.
Cerillium wrote:My mission post is delayedThe Fennec is busy. Busy, busy Fennec. She thinks she can grill. The Fennec is abusing beef. You think I jest? No. No, dear PL family, I do not.
The thing with Fennecs is that they have runty forelegs. How they scratch their own butts is beyond me. And Fennecs have tits. They cover their tits with new teeshirts bearing Sanders logos. Rather than take the shirt off and put on something suitable, this Fennec insists on putting all the meat at the very front of the grill in order to keep her tits from burning while she uses her runty arms to flip things. Flip, Fennec, flip with those runty, runty arms.
The Fennec doesn't understand why the front of the grill doesn't grill as good as the back of the grill. She compensates by turning the flame all the way up to high. The grill takes on a fresh glow. The International Space Stations reports odd flickering coming from our state.
Burn, Fennec, burn the meat with your stunted grill knowledge and vorpal flame. Flip and burn, and burn and flip. That's prime rib. Glorious prime rib, O! I lament your sizzling cries as the juice evaporates from you. Woe, is me, woe, that I should eat shoe leather thanks to Fennecs and Sanders. Damn you, Sanders. Damn you for bearing tit-covering logos on your shirts.
I need a beer. No, I need two.
"Don't you kill my Minerva," the Fennec croons as she slides her sacrifice to Satan onto my plate. The salad beside it snickers and winks at me as if to say We look more tasty, don't we?
I do not want to kill her stupid character. I only want my prime rib to be edible. Breathe, damn you! But this is futile. It will never moo again.
The murderess returns. "Okay, I'm done cooking. I'll be back later. Need anything from the store?"
Cooking? Is that what you call it? The fuck, Fennec? I'm waiting for the leather to cool so I can smack it with a hammer and pour the ash into my beer. A man needs his steak in one form or another. Come Fennec. Look at my ash-beer. Smoke curls from it. I can taste Cthulhu with my eyes. Go away, Fennec. Go away.
And off she went to see her new baby cousin.
I do not know what to write for Minerva. In my famished state, I neglected to ask What comes next for your pilot and the high altitude. I'm stalled. Two hours have passed. Nothing.
So it may turn into a collab for Delta and Tango, if players don't mind?
Will post reply to Pony and Giovenith shorly. Need to hunt down Agy to wrap up that story as well.
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by Tiltjuice » Tue Jun 14, 2016 10:38 pm
by Swith Witherward » Tue Jun 14, 2016 10:40 pm
Tiltjuice wrote:I thought it was good.
I did some surfing on TVT and found out I fell into purely by accident. One wonders if it's one of those subconscious patterns referred to in H2G2 or what.
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by Tiltjuice » Tue Jun 14, 2016 10:45 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Tiltjuice wrote:I thought it was good.
I did some surfing on TVT and found out I fell into purely by accident. One wonders if it's one of those subconscious patterns referred to in H2G2 or what.
Unless they go with the anime theme. Then you need one character in the form of a small child. The Five.
by Monfrox » Thu Jun 16, 2016 2:10 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 Altito Asmoro » Thu Jun 16, 2016 4:59 am
by Northwest Slobovia » Thu Jun 16, 2016 9:37 am
Altito Asmoro wrote:So Harker, Minerva, and the rest had landed in the jungle, yes?
by Swith Witherward » Thu Jun 16, 2016 2:38 pm
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by CAT XIII » Thu Jun 16, 2016 3:22 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Thu Jun 16, 2016 4:31 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Hey, I'm going to push for us to hit the village rather than Ascalon. I don't know Agy's schedule regarding RP, I don't know if we have cash for fuel, and I'm not sure if we'd have an easy way home if we can't get fuel. Plus we need priests to re-calibrate equipment for the planet's magnetic fields, etc. Minerva would be more familiar with the surrounding area than she would Ascalon, and with no means to communicate with Ascalon, they'd be flying in blind. Not good.
by Torsiedelle » Thu Jun 16, 2016 4:33 pm
CAT XIII wrote:*reads posts*
Oops! Is Torii no longer in the clinic? What about Miyuki? Should I edit my post?
(Sorry for not posting much recently, I don't know where the days went!)
by Altito Asmoro » Thu Jun 16, 2016 5:44 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Yep, still flying.
Hey, I'm going to push for us to hit the village rather than Ascalon. I don't know Agy's schedule regarding RP, I don't know if we have cash for fuel, and I'm not sure if we'd have an easy way home if we can't get fuel. Plus we need priests to re-calibrate equipment for the planet's magnetic fields, etc. Minerva would be more familiar with the surrounding area than she would Ascalon, and with no means to communicate with Ascalon, they'd be flying in blind. Not good.
However the village will get people's attention, thus Harker would have more exposure to Residents. And then I can park Minerva for a while so I can focus on some IAPA stuff.
by Swith Witherward » Thu Jun 16, 2016 5:51 pm
Altito Asmoro wrote:Northwest Slobovia wrote:We'll still airborne, and fairly high up.
Then it means I read it wrong, since it mentioned jungle I assume we are already landing.Swith Witherward wrote:Yep, still flying.
Hey, I'm going to push for us to hit the village rather than Ascalon. I don't know Agy's schedule regarding RP, I don't know if we have cash for fuel, and I'm not sure if we'd have an easy way home if we can't get fuel. Plus we need priests to re-calibrate equipment for the planet's magnetic fields, etc. Minerva would be more familiar with the surrounding area than she would Ascalon, and with no means to communicate with Ascalon, they'd be flying in blind. Not good.
However the village will get people's attention, thus Harker would have more exposure to Residents. And then I can park Minerva for a while so I can focus on some IAPA stuff.
What is the details of this village we will meet soon, Swith, if I may know?
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by Altito Asmoro » Thu Jun 16, 2016 6:29 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Altito Asmoro wrote:Then it means I read it wrong, since it mentioned jungle I assume we are already landing.
What is the details of this village we will meet soon, Swith, if I may know?
It's North Warnboro. viewtopic.php?p=27502342#p27502342
"North Warnborough is located between Urbem Ascalon and the Freywold.
"Nestled a short distance away from the Building - only twenty minutes' worth of a leisurely walk once Residents clear their long, gravel drive - sits the quaint village of North Warnborough. It can be seen in its entirety once one clears the last stand of trees - a settlement with a Saxon feel to it.
The land is divided into three visually distinct portions. There was the village itself, in which the people live in houses built of wood or stonework. Around the village are a few small enclosures, or grass yards, for rearing lambs and baiting farm stock; this is the common farmstead. Around this is the arable land, where the villagers grow their wheat and barley and other vegetables; and around this lies the common meadows, or pasture land, held by the whole community, so that each family can turn their market-ready sheep into it, subject to the regulations of the elected mayor, whose duty it is to see that no one trespasses on the rights of his neighbor, or turns too many sheep into the common pasture. Around the whole village lies the woods and uncultivated land, which is left in its natural wild state (and currently covered in ash), where the people cut their timber and fuel, and pasture their pigs in the glades of the forest.
The village church stand at the edge of the hamlet, with a carefully made fence around it, in order that no swine or foul beast might desecrate the graves. Surrounded by the churchyard, with its yew tree and lich-gate, the church bears a strange icon in place of the Christian cross. All the houses within the village proper have thatched roofs, and chief among the other dwellings stands the Mayor’s Hall.
At the village center - clearly seen by those coming down the gentle slope - sit the market and the village inn. The market is usually be bustling by mid morning. Smoke lazily drifts from the blacksmith's chimney; his yard contains not only a horse but also an old 1950's Ford Plymouth and what looks to be a petrol station."
The village, an incorporated municipality of Urbem Ascalon, has fewer than 5,000 inhabitants. Most of them are abhuman/metahuman/supernatural beings. Ayla Mercer, a confident and outgoing Cervitaur, is the current village mayor.
A variety of business establishments can be found in the Burrows. Small shops selling clothing or other household items, a tiny library, a petrol station (the price per gallon is out of this world!), and the inn's pub support the rural community."
by Giovenith » Fri Jun 17, 2016 7:33 am
by CAT XIII » Fri Jun 17, 2016 9:06 am
by Swith Witherward » Fri Jun 17, 2016 3:40 pm
Giovenith wrote:So I'm a little cranky because my mom is pretty much fucking me out of my job.
I'll still try to post though.
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by Giovenith » Fri Jun 17, 2016 4:11 pm
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