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Messages - Tron Paul
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« on: February 23, 2012, 11:32:24 AM »
There, I hope that's enough. Typed it from my phone, forgive me if there's a typo or two.
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« on: February 22, 2012, 11:14:51 PM »
If you're refering to my post, I meant he should have to carry the (usually) useless suitcase item on him as a token of him having it ICly.
Exactly what I meant. Also; I finished my edit.
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« on: February 20, 2012, 11:22:18 PM »
I wasn't really thinking of posting here, but it seems your ego is getting the better of you, so I must post.
I -Support this, your roleplay, as well as the roleplay of your entire group is Decent at best, I know this becuase I have watched you and your group specificly for some time now, before and after you went to the Outlands. You (and your group) do not know how to correctly roleplay with weapons in general, and asking for all of this to be transfered back into the City, is quite silly.
I'm not surprised that you don't support our thread. However, I find it 'quite silly' that you are suggesting we lose all of the weapons we absconded to the Outlands with. I don't think we're asking for too much; we already HAD our weapons when we were in the city. I'm sorry, but I'm a little offended by your slander, telling us we can't roleplay correctly. I know anyone who has actually roleplayed along side us would say something completely different.
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« on: February 20, 2012, 11:00:08 PM »
Of course, should I edit the current post or make a new thread?
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« on: February 20, 2012, 07:07:13 PM »
Player Section
Steam Name: Frozboz Age: 16 How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Three years or so. How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Three years or so.
Character Section
Authorization(s): A false bottom for a suitcase.
Name: Kenneth DeAndre Age: Twenty-seven Gender: Male Affiliation: None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. I'll give an example of what influenced Kenneth to obtain such a suitcase, bear in mind this actually happened; Kenneth DeAndre and Costanzo Vacanti, two reckless thugs of the 'D6-Saints', were searched after Kenneth attempted distracting an officer in effort for Costanzo to abscond before being tied, but somehow they both ended up face first against a wall. "Hey, 'gov." Kenneth whispered as the 'CCA' turned to use his radio, "Yeh', buddy, what now? I've got two bottles of booze in my pockets, I ain't in the mood. Either this faggot in the dress or Chesta' will kill me." Costanzo hissed back. "I ain't got ties around my wrists". The two immediately sported shit eating grins. Kenneth shoved Costanzo into a running start away from the officer, darting off in the opposite direction which he launched his friend, in confusion, the 'CCA' unholstered his pistol, firing. Kenneth grimaced at the shots as he bolted for D6, a few meters in front of his accomplice at the time. "Hahaha!" Kenneth cackled, slowly craning his neck to what he thought to be his friend; "We're a pair of fucking classy ant-" Kenneth froze, Costanzo wasn't there. Kenneth gazed over the D6 Hardpoint, shocked to see Costanzo on the ground, a crimson stain on his pant-leg. The 'CCA' jammed his pistol in it's holster, shifting on his heel and marching away as if he forgot about Kenneth. Kenneth engaged in a full on sprint for the "Arturo Speakeasy". "Chester!" Kenneth screamed as he crashed into the room, "What?" Chester retorted, turning from a table of what looked to be a game of cards, "Vacanti got shot!". Without a word, the whole gang burst into the streets, only to stumble upon a woman dragging the poor man against a wall, "You owe me this." panted the woman as she rifling through Costanzo's pocket, taking his coins. Disregarding the woman, the 'D6-Saints' slammed him onto a bar-table as Alfonzo began to inspect his wounds. Kenneth promised himself and Costanzo he would never let this happen again. Over the next few days; Kenneth began to skulk in the bar more often, imagining ways the gang could get around searches until he thought of something brilliant; he would remove the bottom of his suitcase, pile his contraband inside, and place the bottom back over it. He began to procure the necessary tools for the job before beginning the erection of the "false-bottom suitcase". Kenneth began to measure the bottom of the suit-case and began to skew a sheet of cardboard to the appropriate size using the knuckle of his thumb and Costanzo's switch-blade. He removed the felt from the bottom of the suitcase and used an adhesive to stick the felt to the sheet cardboard to provide the extra illusion that the suitcase was normal. He neatly placed a 9MM Pistol into the suitcase, aligning the sheet over the suitcase, snapping it shut. He smiled down at the suitcase, his master-piece was complete.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks Concealing a few articles like weapons or contraband.
Defects I'd imagine it would be a burden to keep all my useful contraband or items in the suitcase, considering if I were to lose said suitcase it would be extremely inconvenient. Another defect would be not being able to use said items immediately, I would have to unpack the items on top of the false-bottom and find said item, a time consuming process.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? Concealing contraband from the CCA.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) No one else will, no.
Which server does this apply for? Both
Extra Notes (optional): Amended the application because Brandon suggested it. Edited twice for more construction bits.
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« on: February 19, 2012, 11:56:22 PM »
The weapons rule should be waived, considering how much effort these guys put into making this entertaining, well-presented backstory.
We're glad you liked it. ` , - )
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« on: February 18, 2012, 07:16:50 PM »
At the least can we keep the weapons we went to Outlands with?
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« on: February 18, 2012, 07:11:43 PM »
After speaking to Raiden, he said that the only weapons you can bring back to the city from Outlands are pistols. Nothing bigger, so to get accepted you must leave any weapon bigger than a pistol.
We had gotten our weapons, besides the AR2s, inside of the city.
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« on: February 18, 2012, 02:50:13 PM »
Oh, okay. Thanks, baby ` , - )
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« on: February 18, 2012, 02:40:49 PM »
Fucking A.
"Fucking A" as in?
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« on: February 18, 2012, 12:01:00 AM »
Just practicing, criticism is welcome.
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« on: February 17, 2012, 11:57:55 PM »
"Alright, we're fresh out of the city, we're free men. A lot of shit went down on the trip here, Mikey got bit by a snake in the cock and Costanzo almost bludgeoned Darion half to death over a handgun, and that's about it. However, Chester couldn't make it, God bless, they fucking turned him into a loyalist pussy. We put a bullet in his dome, he would have wanted us to do it." "Today we've fucking done it. We got held up by some cute guys in ballistic vests with fucking laser guns. The two autists scrambled out of an air-boat on a fucking road, a fucking road, and pointed their shooters at us. They asked who we were, however, Mikey, who was spread out behind us in event of something like this happening, jammed a shotgun barrel in the brave one's back, demanding he dropped the gun. The man spiraled around, trying to smack Mikey, but he squeezed the trigger, painting the asphalt red. In shock that we just killed a rebel, we hesitantly raised our guns as he stared over his friend's lifeless body, bleeding across the street, and demanded him to drop his gun, get in the air-boat and drive away. We jammed the 'AR2s' in our bags and absconded with the swag. Today was a productive day." (From left to right: Darion Maruko, Mikey Cucurullo (Back), Costanzo Vacanti (Front), Me) "We've set up a safe-haven for our brothers and sister. We're doing inventory now; we're fucking armed to the dick now, bru, we've got MP7s, SPAS-12s, 9MMs, the works. We found a big safe-house full of swag, and booze. We just razed the whole room, burned it, took all the loot." "Good God, this place is a shit-hole, I almost miss the city, we might have lost enough heat and pooled enough supplies to borne a journey back to the more bearable shit-hole." "Alright, fuck it, we've kicked it out here long enough. Chester wouldn't have wanted us out here. We're D-6 Saints. Not a bunch of camping pussies. The city calls us, 'gov.
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« on: February 17, 2012, 10:03:12 PM »
Enchanting story, I got a little teary. God bless you, Chester. :')
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