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Made in gb
Potent Possessed Daemonvessel






"Fething hell." muttered Jakob as he saw the preist leap into the swirling throng of of chaos worshipers. Loading his shotgun, he charged alongside two of the recruits into the melee, firing off a round into a nearby cultists face. Before the body had had time to crumble to the ground, Krius grabbed his knife and brought it up in a slashing motion across another maniacs throat. Standing back to back with the preacher (who appeared to be havingthe time of his life), krius couldn't help but notice the window of sharp glass that hung invitingly above them.

OOC: Have at it Wolfborn.
   
Made in gb
Potent Possessed Daemonvessel






LAG!!!
   
Made in us
Lord Commander in a Plush Chair





In your base, ignoring your logic.

Lag?
   
Made in us
Lord Commander in a Plush Chair





In your base, ignoring your logic.

LAG!
   
Made in us
Lord Commander in a Plush Chair





In your base, ignoring your logic.

"Omnipotent 1 to command, we have hostiles moving towards the palace, we are engaging to our best abilities." Harrel called over the vox.

"We already have back up headed our way!" Sergeant Gral shouted into the vox.

"Echo squad right?" the voice from command said.

"Yeah, we're echo squad why?" Sergeant Gral said while watching two PSF vehicles move towards their position.

"We haven't sent anybody to reinforce your location." the voice said.

Nemo had already spun himself around and began looking at the vans through the scope. The drivers were wearing PSF helmets and uniforms, but the driver of the second vehicle had a hole in his helmet.

"Sir, they're not ours! They're not ours! They're jacked!" Nemo shouted into his mic as he began to take shots at the driver.

"Clear the streets!" Sergeant Gral said before running to the nearest doorway himself.

"Got one!" Nemo cheered as he saw the head of the second driver explode into a mist of red and grey. The van began to careen and slammed into the walls of a building on the intersection.

"Got the other for ya!" Nemo heard Harrel call over the vox. The second van slammed into the base of the hab complex and Nemo could see Harrel stumble a bit from the impact.

The rest of the squad had already moved towards the van at the intersection and opened up the back to reveal a large amount of explosives.

"Feth, get to cover, get to cover now!" Varsk yelled befor being vaporized by a large explosion.

"gak, get clear of the habs Harrel! Get out of there!" Nemo yelled into his mic as he watched Harrel scramble onto the roof of another building as the lead van exploded.

The shockwave was enough to knock Nemo over and he felt a little dizzy as he tried to get back up. He managed to stand, using his rifle as a cane and surveyed the damage. Black oily smoke filled the intersection and obscured his view in almost any direction.

"Harrel? Can you hear me bud?" Nemo said weakly "Frin? Gral? Varsk? Holke? Velte? Anybody?"

"I hear you Nemo." a voice said through the vox, it was gruff and scratchy.

"Sarge, that you?" Nemo said.

"Yeah," sergeant Gral continued "listen Nemo, we probably aren't destined for much longer now. That truck was jammed with explosives. Listen though, and no wisecracks you moron, get out of your position. We're pretty much the definition of compromised, link up with another squad, and do your fething job."

"Sure thing sarge." Nemo said.

"And one more thing Nemo." Sarge continued, Nemo could hear gurgling coming from him in the mic, "just because I'm dead doesn't mean you get to feth around all day."

"Don't worry sir, I won't." Nemo said and actually meant it.

"Yeah right." Nemo heard Sergeant Gral reply before the vox went dead.

"This is Omnipotent 2 to command, echo squad is gone, I'm all that's left. We've been compromised and... well I can't hold this spot alone." Nemo said into the vox while stifling a sob.

"Don't worry Omnipotent 2 we'll find a spot for you." command replied.

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Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Quite a few more cultists than I'd originally planned.. but oh well! The real fun is yet to come..

As for those involved in the event, normally you're not supposed to post normally until the event is concluded.. but I'll let this one slip.

Carry on.
   
Made in gb
Massive Knarloc Rider





Exeter

Blimey! I was just absently having a mosey through this thread, read Dark had sent me a PM, and went to check. Apparently I hadn't really looked at PMs for quire some time. Gosh, I cant even remember what character I had for this... was it an assassin? I guess I really better check the earlier pages...

Check out my (new) blog at https://neonrust.home.blog
 
   
Made in be
Arch Magos w/ 4 Meg of RAM






In the Wasteland

you best do



 
   
Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






ghosty wrote:Blimey! I was just absently having a mosey through this thread, read Dark had sent me a PM, and went to check. Apparently I hadn't really looked at PMs for quire some time. Gosh, I cant even remember what character I had for this... was it an assassin? I guess I really better check the earlier pages...


Castella? You nicked her for another roleplay THAT DIED.

That's what you get for being a traitor.
   
Made in be
Arch Magos w/ 4 Meg of RAM






In the Wasteland

@Ghosty



TRAITOR !




 
   
Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Scrazza wrote:@Ghosty



TRAITOR !


"No! Not him! Anything but..him!"

May the God-Emperor have mercy on our souls..
   
Made in be
Arch Magos w/ 4 Meg of RAM






In the Wasteland

MWUAHAHAHAHAAAAA , he come trough your window, and.......points at you! I would run if I were you!



 
   
Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Scrazza wrote:MWUAHAHAHAHAAAAA , he come trough your window, and.......points at you! I would run if I were you!


I'm sure. But then again, you're not me, are you?

I mean, you don't really think I got to where I am now (wherever this is) by doing the logical/safest/bleh thing?
   
Made in be
Arch Magos w/ 4 Meg of RAM






In the Wasteland

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Scrazza wrote:MWUAHAHAHAHAAAAA , he come trough your window, and.......points at you! I would run if I were you!


I'm sure. But then again, you're not me, are you?

I mean, you don't really think I got to where I am now (wherever this is) by doing the logical/safest/bleh thing?



but,...but,...I knows where you live! Hertfordshire. MWUAHAHAHAA! I will send my kitty/monkey assasin towards you....After we finish this RPG

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Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Scrazza wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Scrazza wrote:MWUAHAHAHAHAAAAA , he come trough your window, and.......points at you! I would run if I were you!


I'm sure. But then again, you're not me, are you?

I mean, you don't really think I got to where I am now (wherever this is) by doing the logical/safest/bleh thing?



but,...but,...I knows where you live! Hertfordshire. MWUAHAHAHAA! I will send my kitty/monkey assasin towards you....After we finish this RPG


Finish..finish the roleplay? Good sir are you mad? Your characters suffering will never end.
   
Made in be
Arch Magos w/ 4 Meg of RAM






In the Wasteland

nooooooooooooooooooooo[size=7]oooooooooo[/size] !!!!!!!oooo!!!

This message was edited 3 times. Last update was at 2010/10/14 21:17:42




 
   
Made in be
Arch Magos w/ 4 Meg of RAM






In the Wasteland

wow, I messed that up...



 
   
Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Darkvoidof40k wrote:




I believe this is what you were looking for.
   
Made in be
Arch Magos w/ 4 Meg of RAM






In the Wasteland

^
yes I was.



 
   
Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Hmph. No roleplaying? Grumble.. this is what I get for giving y'all the free reign that you (some of you anyway..) so longed for aroundabouts the first event.
   
Made in us
Pyromaniac Hellhound Pilot




Nucia

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmph. No roleplaying? Grumble.. this is what I get for giving y'all the free reign that you (some of you anyway..) so longed for aroundabouts the first event.


So am I just to introduce my character and have him do his how-sos and what-nots?

So, I was in this place people call the mall a while back. And I had the urge to expel some bad spirits. As I went into the bathroom, I chose the urinal closes to the corner so I could have some privacy. So I whip out Lord Pevincy and let him loose the bad spirits. Well, I was looking at the wall as the Lord was expelling the spirits and I seemed to have gotten distracted. Turns out, I missed a little.

SO I'm sitting at my computer right, and I have a Coke, Bottled mind you. But it got warm, so I got a Coffie cup and I filled it with the coke and some Ice and I sipped as I did my internet stuff. So like and hour passed and I hadn't sipped any of it. and when I go to sip it, I notice that something solid is in it. So I'm like, "No, why would there be something solid in my coke?" SO I pull these solid THINGS off my tongue and guess what they are? F ING ANTS! I was like WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so I ran into the Kitchen coughing and what not and I threw those little bastards down the drain with a flood of hate and cold water.......those bastards are lucky I don't have my Nucians yet!!! 
   
Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Commissar NIkev wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hmph. No roleplaying? Grumble.. this is what I get for giving y'all the free reign that you (some of you anyway..) so longed for aroundabouts the first event.


So am I just to introduce my character and have him do his how-sos and what-nots?


Yes, yes you are.
   
Made in us
Lord Commander in a Plush Chair





In your base, ignoring your logic.

Sorry, but I've been away over the weekend. I was planning to post my "Won't be here during the weekend" post friday morning, but apparantly there was packing that still needed to be done so I couldn't.

Will hopefully post an IC post later today.
   
Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Sounds good, infact I was just about to make a post on here about the lack of RP.
   
Made in us
Legendary Master of the Chapter





Chicago, Illinois

Lack? I didn't know you guys wanted me back. I was busy working on my chapter lists. D:

From whom are unforgiven we bring the mercy of war. 
   
Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Asherian Command wrote:Lack? I didn't know you guys wanted me back. I was busy working on my chapter lists. D:


Of course we did! Your character hasn't died (yet) so there's no excuse!


Anyways, hopefullu y'all will start posting next week cause it's half term.
   
Made in gb
Sybarite Swinging an Agonizer




Where Eagles Dare.

Amen to that brother!

On The Darkest Nights They Rise, The Paragons Of Metal. Rock On My Brothers, Rock On.
'YOU FORGOT ABOUT THE CANDY!' Famous last words of an RP Demolitions Expert
I'm both chaotic and orderly. I value my own principles, and am willing to go to extreme lengths to enforce them, often trampling on the very same principles in the process. At best, I'm heroic and principled; at worst, I'm hypocritical and disorderly. I am Red And White.
"THOUGH I FACE THE SHADOWS OF THE WARP, I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL, I SHALL FEAR NO FOE!FOR I HAVE MOAR DAKKA THAN YOU, BITCHES!"
kronk wrote: Well, yeah. It's not Halloween, yet. I'd be scared of 4 jackasses in masks and trench coats riding around my neighborhood on horses.

 
   
Made in us
Lord Commander in a Plush Chair





In your base, ignoring your logic.

Nemo walked down the stair well of the administratum building. He was alone, felt completely alone and isolated.

"What am I going to do?" Nemo thought to himself "Where do I need to go, I hate not having orders."

It was like being stuck in limbo for Nemo, nothing to do, no one to listen to, there was a complete lack of motivation to do anything right now.

He began thinking about his comrades and suddenly perked up, "My watch!" Nemo said aloud as he began to speed down the flights of stairs.

He reached ground level and walked into the lobby of the building, shattered glass lay all over the floor and an elaborate lighting fixture had fallen to the floor to add to the amount of glass laying there. It crinkled underneath his boots as he hurriedly made his way to the street. Black smoke filled his vision and he was sure he was going to mess up his lungs breathing the stuff, but it was necessary for him.

"Where are ya' you little prick?" Nemo thought as he searched for anything resembling a human corpse. He saw several close to each other and moved towards them. They were blackened and one of them had a shard from a riot shield embedded in his neck. Unfortunately, none of them were Frin so he moved on closer to the source of the explosion until he came upon another body. The face was unrecognizeable, the uniform in tatters, but Nemo's watch was on his wrist.

"Damn it Frin, you messed up my watch." Nemo said smiling to himself in amusement. Sure his watch was melted into Frin's wrist and the glass of the watch was missing and the blue inlay had turned black, but he was happy that at least Frin got was coming to him.

"That's what you get for cheating during those card games." Nemo said while kicking the body, his boot going through the thin layer of remaining flesh and letting loose the smell of cooked innards.

Reports of attacks were dying down and soon only the sporadic gunfire coming from the palace could be heard, but that appeared to be ending swiftly.

Nemo looked towards the palace and saw Harrel lying face down on the road. Nemo rolled him over and saw that Harrel's visor was mashed into his face and also saw that his helmet was leaking.

"I thought these things protected against that kind of stuff." Nemo mused to himself as he reached into Harrel's webbing and pulled out three clips of ammo for his rifle.

"Command, this is echo squad, do you have a home for me yet?" Nemo called into his vox. The sudden revelation that he was the entirety of echo squad put some pride into him, after all he had survived what the rest of his squad couldn't.

"Almost...echo..." command's voice seemed to falter as if the sudden transition from 'Omnipotent 2' to 'echo' was too much to handle, "we have a couple of squads near your location, not sure if we want you in with them or back at base though."

"Base sounds fun." Nemo said jokingly.

"It would be for a psych evaluation before sending you back out with another squad." Command replied seriously.

"Screw it then, another squad sounds fun. Just don't stick me with a hard-ass or something. I've had serious psychological trauma you know." Nemo replied chuckling during that last part.

OOC: I fething hate physics, I had great improvement on my chem tests(67 for test 1, 87 for test 2. So did my class though, avg was 55 for test 1 and 69 for test 2). I have my two psych tests in the first week of november though.

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Made in gb
Chaplain with Hate to Spare






Physics. Hmph. Well, best of luck to ya!

Anyway.. I may well introduce the "main" plot soon.. or the main "part 1". Because so far we've been in the introduction. Type. Thing. Ugh.

Disregard the babble above .

But yeah. Search back a few (quite a few..) pages and some of you may well find out what's coming at ya.
   
Made in us
Pyromaniac Hellhound Pilot




Nucia

I'm going to post soon.........soon......

So, I was in this place people call the mall a while back. And I had the urge to expel some bad spirits. As I went into the bathroom, I chose the urinal closes to the corner so I could have some privacy. So I whip out Lord Pevincy and let him loose the bad spirits. Well, I was looking at the wall as the Lord was expelling the spirits and I seemed to have gotten distracted. Turns out, I missed a little.

SO I'm sitting at my computer right, and I have a Coke, Bottled mind you. But it got warm, so I got a Coffie cup and I filled it with the coke and some Ice and I sipped as I did my internet stuff. So like and hour passed and I hadn't sipped any of it. and when I go to sip it, I notice that something solid is in it. So I'm like, "No, why would there be something solid in my coke?" SO I pull these solid THINGS off my tongue and guess what they are? F ING ANTS! I was like WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And so I ran into the Kitchen coughing and what not and I threw those little bastards down the drain with a flood of hate and cold water.......those bastards are lucky I don't have my Nucians yet!!! 
   
 
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