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umm...Majora's mask is OUTSIDE Hyrule...that wouldn't work.
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(Sorry, for not being on.Life was in the way)
Competitions/Awards would be good to draw people to the Campfire Section.
Titles as well like if you win a competition/award you would get a special title like if you won the Best Role-Player Award/Competion then you get a title like Best-Roleplayer.Or maybe a group for active RP'ers called the RPing Club(or something) and you can get a title like RP New Member,RP Veteran,RP Elder and more?
Hope you like the ideas people,aliens,mutants,zombies and Father Corams....
Competitions/Awards would be good to draw people to the Campfire Section.
Titles as well like if you win a competition/award you would get a special title like if you won the Best Role-Player Award/Competion then you get a title like Best-Roleplayer.Or maybe a group for active RP'ers called the RPing Club(or something) and you can get a title like RP New Member,RP Veteran,RP Elder and more?
Hope you like the ideas people,aliens,mutants,zombies and Father Corams....
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I do like the idea and i love the fact you came to me with your ideas it shows trust and companionship, well why do we think i like the idea...Maybe a few little medals might attract attention if they a post on the peron who won's profile.
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Yeah, popularity in the majority will always win the first battle but hard work will win the war so let's start on some hard work then people!Try looking at my thread in this section as well for teams you can join to help.
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I honestly don't mind helping but i've got a wedding to go to tomorrow so i'll be busy.
DeletedUser
Nice, I got a wedding to go to in September this year.Older sisters wedding....
I'll keep trying to think up of ways to keep this place active.
I'll keep trying to think up of ways to keep this place active.
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Could it be... my little baby's gettin' married! :laugh:
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Not me, my brother XP
DeletedUser14280
Alright, I have an idea, I'm fairly sure it'll work wonders.
There's three things that people want from a RP...I think:
1) Magic, adventure, and everything else to be found in high fantasy.
2) Politics, crime, mystery, and enough drama to make any audience gasp.
3) Really big guns. Also explosions. Preferably high-tech.
To incorporate all of these, I believe the best course of action is an intergalactic resource grab.
I'll be back soon enough with an intro (I'm sure I can handle this one).
There's three things that people want from a RP...I think:
1) Magic, adventure, and everything else to be found in high fantasy.
2) Politics, crime, mystery, and enough drama to make any audience gasp.
3) Really big guns. Also explosions. Preferably high-tech.
To incorporate all of these, I believe the best course of action is an intergalactic resource grab.
I'll be back soon enough with an intro (I'm sure I can handle this one).
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Astronaught (Spelling?) warfare:
Ryan groaned another death added as he was called for dinner for the 5th time in the last half of an hour he removed his mic and placed his controller aside as he ran down rushing through dinner, he bounded back up the stiars quickly re-activating his console and logging in..."Welcome commander Zexion...Pleease wait." He took a sip from his drink as he quickly started up the game the space desined rpg game loaded and connected him to the server his ship left port and the block of time he had before he had to go began as she quickly thrusted to his first objective.
Ryan groaned another death added as he was called for dinner for the 5th time in the last half of an hour he removed his mic and placed his controller aside as he ran down rushing through dinner, he bounded back up the stiars quickly re-activating his console and logging in..."Welcome commander Zexion...Pleease wait." He took a sip from his drink as he quickly started up the game the space desined rpg game loaded and connected him to the server his ship left port and the block of time he had before he had to go began as she quickly thrusted to his first objective.
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I've sent the space thing (dubbed The Nilakin Talisman) to Lord Regal, I want to see how he likes it.
As Commander Zexion came within 100 kilometers to his objective, he saw someone already there.
Commander Dragimera was already there, and was dragging away a giant asteroid by means of his tractor beam.
Moments later, Dragimera became aware of Zexion's presence, and snapped off the tractor beam, letting the asteroid float away. He'd retrieve it later.
Zexion piloted his ship around the asteroid, before coming to a stop next to Dragimera.
"What are you doing here, Zexion?" Dragimera asked, although he suspected he knew the answer already.
Is that what you were thinking of, Coram?
As Commander Zexion came within 100 kilometers to his objective, he saw someone already there.
Commander Dragimera was already there, and was dragging away a giant asteroid by means of his tractor beam.
Moments later, Dragimera became aware of Zexion's presence, and snapped off the tractor beam, letting the asteroid float away. He'd retrieve it later.
Zexion piloted his ship around the asteroid, before coming to a stop next to Dragimera.
"What are you doing here, Zexion?" Dragimera asked, although he suspected he knew the answer already.
Is that what you were thinking of, Coram?
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Yes...Basicaly a game setting, of course we would have the bits inbetween for example chatting
Command Z a he like to be reffered to turned towards his friend...
"Hey, nothing much just looking for the merc that the station lost, have you seen it?" Ryan asked through his mic as he piloted to the nearest planter known as...
Command Z a he like to be reffered to turned towards his friend...
"Hey, nothing much just looking for the merc that the station lost, have you seen it?" Ryan asked through his mic as he piloted to the nearest planter known as...
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Hey guys, I've been working on a RP for awhile too. It's unposted, so I'll say something about it here and see who's intrested.
One thing is that everyone needs to be on the same team, or as close to it as possible. Lone wolvees are always holding up the RPs here. Each player takes up the role of a military specialist(I.E Please have some kind of combat experience!)
Plot: Jack Mcalister Carlyle "Rowdy" (My character) was, before a series of bad informatoin lead to a shooting that required more then a little covering up, a Covert Operative for the Central Intelligence Agency. Now, after a swift kick from his job with the CIA, Jack drives a semi truck.
One day Rowdy gets a call from an old friend from the agency, who lives in New York City. Who invites Jack to come up for a visit. Upon his arrival, Rowdy finds his friend's apartment trashed and his friend lying dead on his bedroom floor. He finds a Smith and Wesson handgun laying next to the body. Before the cops arrive, Jack takes the pistol and leaves, wiping his fingerprint from the doorknobs. After a little digging into his friend's buisness, he finds that Andy had been addicted to heroine and had taken a large loan from a big time company to finance his latest fix. Obviously, he hadn't paid.
Posing as a police officer, struting, cursing and screaming, he was able to get the handgun's information from a throughly terrified clerk. The serial number on the handgun allowed him to trace the weapon to a small time gangbanger who, with a little prompting and more then a little pain, gave up all the information he knew.
The gangbanger told Rowdy of a large drug dealer, raking in millions of dollars every month, how they could operate without fear of discovery and their exact location. The Arctic Ocean.
It was a good operation, Rowdy had to admit. A huge warehouse in Yellowknife was just the begining. Each year, during the winter, the arctic ocean freezes over. The ice is over four feet deep and strong enough to allow an eighty ton semi truck to drive across open water.
Now, Rowdy's got a mission and come hell or high water he'll see it through to the end, in minus fifty degree cold.
One thing is that everyone needs to be on the same team, or as close to it as possible. Lone wolvees are always holding up the RPs here. Each player takes up the role of a military specialist(I.E Please have some kind of combat experience!)
Plot: Jack Mcalister Carlyle "Rowdy" (My character) was, before a series of bad informatoin lead to a shooting that required more then a little covering up, a Covert Operative for the Central Intelligence Agency. Now, after a swift kick from his job with the CIA, Jack drives a semi truck.
One day Rowdy gets a call from an old friend from the agency, who lives in New York City. Who invites Jack to come up for a visit. Upon his arrival, Rowdy finds his friend's apartment trashed and his friend lying dead on his bedroom floor. He finds a Smith and Wesson handgun laying next to the body. Before the cops arrive, Jack takes the pistol and leaves, wiping his fingerprint from the doorknobs. After a little digging into his friend's buisness, he finds that Andy had been addicted to heroine and had taken a large loan from a big time company to finance his latest fix. Obviously, he hadn't paid.
Posing as a police officer, struting, cursing and screaming, he was able to get the handgun's information from a throughly terrified clerk. The serial number on the handgun allowed him to trace the weapon to a small time gangbanger who, with a little prompting and more then a little pain, gave up all the information he knew.
The gangbanger told Rowdy of a large drug dealer, raking in millions of dollars every month, how they could operate without fear of discovery and their exact location. The Arctic Ocean.
It was a good operation, Rowdy had to admit. A huge warehouse in Yellowknife was just the begining. Each year, during the winter, the arctic ocean freezes over. The ice is over four feet deep and strong enough to allow an eighty ton semi truck to drive across open water.
Now, Rowdy's got a mission and come hell or high water he'll see it through to the end, in minus fifty degree cold.
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Wow...That is a brillian story, i'm suprised you don't do it often...Wow, that is good.
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I support to the fullest extent. I like the background story, a little more info and a year of taking place would be good.
DeletedUser
It would be the present year.
Here is the sheet
Name:
Date Of Birth:
Experience:
Appearance:
Weapons of Choice:
Hometown:
Bio: (If it's not classified)
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Name: Jack McAlister Carlyle "Rowdy"
Date Of Birth: March 3rd 1981. 29 years of age.
Experience: Six years as a covert operations agent specializing in South America and Mexico.
Appearance: Rowdy is 6'5 inches tall. He favors blue jeans and a white T shirt. On few occasions he is seen with two blue eyes, but this is not the case. He has two different color eyes, his right one blue and his left brown. Because of this, Rowdy's eyes are hypersensitive to sunlight. He wears a pair of mirror lensed sungllasses religiously. His hair is cut short and is light brown. He weighs 140 pounds, all of it muscle.
Weapons of Choice: The 45. Magnum Automag Pistol, whwich he carries in a shoulder holster, under his left armpit.
Hometown: Lebanon, Oregon
Bio: Born on a cold morning in the pacific northwest, he was christened Jack Mcalister Carlyle. As a child he was an untouchable, neither unpopular or popular. Instead he floated in the middle, seen by none but seeing everything. This turned from a running joke with himself into a habit and, when he graduated high school with straight A's, he was given a scholarship to go to the school of his choice, but Jack MCalister Carlyle turned it down. What Jack did, was apply to a trucking company and learn to operate a semi truck, just as his father had. He worked for a time, but his heart was never in it. At 23 he applied to the Central Intelligence Agency. The rest is classified, was eaten or burned.
Rowdy was not seen or heard from again for 5 years. What happened was never released, talked about or even acknowledged it's existance. This time, Jack was behind the wheel of a semi truck, a Peterbilt. The nickname "Rowdy" was hung on him when he busted an accustic guitar over the head of a dispatcher who had screwed him out of a lot of money.
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There it is. Tell me if you guys want to try it or not, also tell me if you think of any plot twists.
Here is the sheet
Name:
Date Of Birth:
Experience:
Appearance:
Weapons of Choice:
Hometown:
Bio: (If it's not classified)
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Name: Jack McAlister Carlyle "Rowdy"
Date Of Birth: March 3rd 1981. 29 years of age.
Experience: Six years as a covert operations agent specializing in South America and Mexico.
Appearance: Rowdy is 6'5 inches tall. He favors blue jeans and a white T shirt. On few occasions he is seen with two blue eyes, but this is not the case. He has two different color eyes, his right one blue and his left brown. Because of this, Rowdy's eyes are hypersensitive to sunlight. He wears a pair of mirror lensed sungllasses religiously. His hair is cut short and is light brown. He weighs 140 pounds, all of it muscle.
Weapons of Choice: The 45. Magnum Automag Pistol, whwich he carries in a shoulder holster, under his left armpit.
Hometown: Lebanon, Oregon
Bio: Born on a cold morning in the pacific northwest, he was christened Jack Mcalister Carlyle. As a child he was an untouchable, neither unpopular or popular. Instead he floated in the middle, seen by none but seeing everything. This turned from a running joke with himself into a habit and, when he graduated high school with straight A's, he was given a scholarship to go to the school of his choice, but Jack MCalister Carlyle turned it down. What Jack did, was apply to a trucking company and learn to operate a semi truck, just as his father had. He worked for a time, but his heart was never in it. At 23 he applied to the Central Intelligence Agency. The rest is classified, was eaten or burned.
Rowdy was not seen or heard from again for 5 years. What happened was never released, talked about or even acknowledged it's existance. This time, Jack was behind the wheel of a semi truck, a Peterbilt. The nickname "Rowdy" was hung on him when he busted an accustic guitar over the head of a dispatcher who had screwed him out of a lot of money.
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There it is. Tell me if you guys want to try it or not, also tell me if you think of any plot twists.
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As Senoki said in the disscussion about a campfire storie he loves power amour and weapons with very far into the future ideas...So why not create a thread that combines the too?
A game?
A game?
DeletedUser
No... A Role Playing Game.
DeletedUser
No i ment as in a roleplay about a video game...Duh?
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I find them to be boring, I mean we all played the games, why would we want to do it again, only this time write everything?
Anyways, I was thinking about starting my RP tomorrow, anyone want to join?
Anyways, I was thinking about starting my RP tomorrow, anyone want to join?
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