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Poseida

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  1. It's funny that it only took a handful of posts for someone to claim the a GM is biased and then go on to personally insult everyone who wants to RP a specific way. It's this entire RP that's personal, not just this war.
  2. I'd rather read walls of text than nothing.
  3. What the fuck is the point of electing GMs if they're going to do nothing?
  4. "Who is the leading turnip enthusiast of the candidates, and what will they do to improve turnip consumption worldwide?"
  5. There is something to be said about the crunching of men's bones. [i]Ding![/i] Look left, look right, center-straight; elbows up and fists down, muscles loose. Neck tight, ready to swing. Jaw loose, ready to take a blow. Jab, jab, dodge, jab, jab. Hook, abdomen, hook, hook, jabjab cross! Back off, need to counter. Defense. Block block, pain, dodge, back up, pain, nose. Hook coming. Lean back, &#$@ fist, hook! Stunned enemy, combination jabcrosscross. [i]Ding![/i] Rest. Chair. Pain. Towel. [i]Ding![/i] Look at eyes. Opponent dazed. Outmatched. Not ready. Defense. Lure him into security. Dodge. Dodge. Opponent slow. Block. Allow jab. Allow cross. Back. Dodge, jabcrosscross, jab, undercut!, crunch! One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Nine. Nine. Nine. Ten. Elation. [i]Ding! Ding! Ding![/i] "Victor by the knocking down of opponent, Chap Viss - the Man with the Iron Fists!" Chap Viss smiled and embraced his opponent, chest to chest. The man seemed stronger than a second-round knockout would indicate, and Chap had a sneaking suspicion the man knew he was outmatched and simply got out before his body would take too hard a beating. Chap Viss' victory today put him, for the first time, as the winningest prizefighter in the ~three decade history of the sport, which was invented shortly before his birth. His meteoric rise to the top of this growing sport was cause for celebration among his family. Or it would have been, if he had any. Instead, Chap Viss leaves the ring at the evening and must walk home, alone, away from the drunken camaraderie that occasionally threatens his livelihood. His home is in a good neighborhood, among the gentry, and his inheritance and prize moneys are good enough to keep him among them without suspicion. But his Heretical nature, intellectual curiosity, and public profile make him a target, and he prefers the company of solitude. The gate near his home opens with force, and he enters through the door to be greeted by his only worker, a butler named, appropriately, Butler. "Master Viss-" "What have I told you, John?" "Sorry, Chap. Your father hasn't been gone that long." Chap smiled and embraced John Butler, his only true friend in these trying times. The man had worked for his father for thirty years, and is old enough to be Chap's father himself. The man refused to leave when Chap dismissed the other staff, and kept himself busy cooking and cleaning and generally being a nuisance, much to Chap's chagrin. "Chap, there's some news ... your Queen, the Elizabeth, she has been spirited away. Her arrest was issued and she has disappeared from her grounds, presumably to some safety." "John, is that confirmed?" "About as confirmed as you can get from a Queen who does not want egg on her face, sir." "Ah. Well, then. I want the books moved, I want the rest collected, and I'm going to need a travel pack. And the fastest horse; spare no expense. I need an endurance runner. You know why." "Yes, sir, I do, and... damn you, Chap, she's not some damsel!" "Oh, I know. But if my father taught me one thing, it's that there are some fights worth fighting, and I can do nothing here until I get back. Get Jeffries and Donovan in position, and have Lucas and Ekaterina get prepared. I will send post, John." Seventy-five minutes later, Chap Viss vanished into the night and fled north.
  6. [quote name='Mara Lithaen' timestamp='1358479476' post='3078368'] I'll put up my post tomorrow when I get out of school. [/quote] I guess not.
  7. [b]Player name:[/b] Poseida [b]Character Name:[/b] Chap Viss [b]Age:[/b] 29 [b]Height:[/b] 5'7 [b]Weight:[/b] 190 [b]Hair Color:[/b] Red [b]Social Position:[/b] Gentry [b]Occupation:[/b] Prizefighter [b]Religious Affiliation[/b]: Heretic [b]Character Traits:[/b] Chap Viss, while not of spectacular height, packs a whallop and is quite agile. His red hair and blue eyes are the result of his immigrant lineage; he rubs a light salve on his hair to turn it murky brown and he speaks with a forced accent to keep up with appearances. [b]Brief Character History:[/b] Chap Viss is the son of an immigrant woman who followed the teachings of the Orthodoxy. The woman was the maid of an affluent gentleman, who took him in as his own son in order to hide the fact that he could not produce children with his wife (his biological father was a young lad who died of fever). His mother died in childbirth, and her last words were "Chapter, verse", as she was praying through the pain, and a scribe wrote that down as his name. His new "father" christened him Chap Viss and raised him as a son. His "father" regretfully told him of his true birth line in his youth, and he ran away for several months. While the child was being treated for "sickness" and disappeared from public eye, Chap Viss instead took in with a band of highwaymen and started robbing the gentry and bourgeois. After a few months of hard living, he returned to the comfortable life when several of his friends were executed for their crimes. In an effort to show his son some appreciation, he got him lessons in prizefighting, the upcoming popular sport following the new standardized Queen's Rules. He spent the next few years climbing the "circuit" and becoming something of a minor celebrity, but decides to honor his father by taking church lessons. Because of his violent occupation, the local church rejected him and he saw himself branded a heretic having been caught in the furor of it all. His father died six months ago, and he inherited the estate; he is comfortably affable but not rich or bourgeois, and spends much of his money on buying banned or criticised books or texts and preserving them.
  8. 4000 tech just to get to 2005? :/
  9. [quote name='Centurius' timestamp='1358357838' post='3077587'] I personally favor the current tech scale as it is and just make the cap the rl year, that way people will get modern tech on a reasonable gradual scale. [/quote] If anything, this is pretty much the best solution as is and I support this fully.
  10. [quote name='Evangeline Anovilis' timestamp='1358350656' post='3077527'] If you use all aid slots for tech deals, at a rate of 3/100, you can get up to 500 tech a month, 600 if you got a DRA. So, two months for 1000 tech, once one starts buying. The greatest problems are to get to buyer status and to survive the months ICly. [/quote] It takes months to get to the point where you're not a seller anymore, and even then you get hundreds a month only at completely optimal buying, assuming you have no alliance obligations, raids, wars, real-life driven inactivity periods, etc I honestly just don't see why we can't have a much more level playing field, or why we can't just have everyone at almost the same level. If everyone has access to roughly the same stuff, the only issues are numbers and strategy rather than who played the game for four years and who joined three months ago.
  11. You shouldn't need 1000 tech to advance one year once you hit 2004. It takes so long just to get [b]to[/b] 1000 tech. What's wrong with having people with ~3000 or 4000 have modern tech? Unless you're scared of some competition, all it does is breed a more equal playing ground, which means better RP because the only difference is numbers and strategy.
  12. Literally one single post is all it takes to keep your nation alive. You could have even made a single one-liner in an unrelated thread going "things are stalled because of war".
  13. Zora sat with her left arm around the shoulders of the girl. She was cold, almost dangerously cold, and Zora used her right hand to unbutton the shirt she had on and slowly remove it. As the girl asked, [i]"Are you a bad guy or a good guy?"[/i], Zora actually smiled as she draped the overlarge shirt around the girl. "Well, Red," Zora said, referring to her hair, "I think I can safely say that I'm a good guy. I fight around the world to keep free speech alive. And I investigate governments attempting to manipulate or oppress free speech. That, my dear, is what lead us to you." Jack pulled his hand back and handed Zora an apple; she placed it in the palm of her hand and held it out to Red. "Here. Eat this, it will help before we can get you some real food, yes?" Zora squeezed lightly on Red's left shoulder and she smiled again. "I'll be glad to answer any more questions, sweetie."
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