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Post by Omni on Jan 1, 2008 12:46:46 GMT -5
I really don't have much in the way of ideas, unless you want me to draw from the Stargate episode where two of the enemies were working together.  ?!? I haven't even seen all of Season Two! Careful with spoilers like that! (…I didn't know you were watching …And I didn't think it was that big a spoiler.) Well, I believe that one's in season 2, so you should be coming up to that one, soon.  Would you like me to at least edit it so that it's more subtle for future readers? (my idea of what to put is in the quote-in-the-quote in this post) You'd have to edit your post as well. |
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Post by Bacon on Jan 1, 2008 22:03:15 GMT -5
?!? I haven't even seen all of Season Two! Careful with spoilers like that! (…I didn't know you were watching …And I didn't think it was that big a spoiler.) Well, I believe that one's in season 2, so you should be coming up to that one, soon. Would you like me to at least edit it so that it's more subtle for future readers? (my idea of what to put is in the quote-in-the-quote in this post) You'd have to edit your post as well. Actually, I'm not constantly watching it... the middle of season two was where I left off... And I guess it's not *that* big of a spoiler, but it still threw me. |
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Post by Fraze on Jan 11, 2008 1:53:44 GMT -5
I've been thinking about making a new RP. It's a space-based thing, but set in a different continuity and a very different setup than the Spacefleet RP. I'm trying to figure out--should I put it here, where there are likely to be more people interested in space RPs but where we already have one RP going, or in the main RP board, where it might not get so much notice?
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Post by Fraze on Jun 29, 2008 13:31:29 GMT -5
GW2 is winding down now, would everyone be ready for a new Spacefleet RP--maybe an official one this time?
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Post by Bacon on Jun 29, 2008 16:32:28 GMT -5
I'm ready. I was born ready. *smack'd* Yes, I always have a few minutes to spare for another RP(especially when I'm too lazy to get back in GW2 or the Gaming Boards) There's a few good plot ideas in the OOC comments of the last RP(yeah, this board right here, not really a huge success in the way of not cluttering up the RP.  ) that we could try. If they do attack Spacefleet, would they be attacking the actual Spacefleet HQ? Baeeacl cegeuup jf ws, tjpo tlet yzvlh fe c rpoh aaa ep tiwt Uabcijlgpu's hifgytew jot Rviph Wcct. Hafd h lnwalj ohtj ivr ykht. That really depends on what the villians decide. They could just swarm the HQ, but they might also try sneak attacks or clever ploys to lure Spacefleet teams into traps, or... Green Goblin: THE HEART, OSBORNE! First, we attack his heart! ...That's not my name and I'm on the other side of this conflict, but thanks for your input. |
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Post by zarikrahia on Jun 29, 2008 19:47:16 GMT -5
Zari: DSHDHFDHDGFHKADGFSDSFGDFLARGEN! *flails around a bit* ...Er, I meant, yeah, GW2 is winding down, we should probably start up an "Official" Role-play, perhaps using explosives? <Latiere> Everything has to involve explosives.> Ienalle: Not really, just most times.  |
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Post by Fraze on Jul 3, 2008 0:43:10 GMT -5
Well, I guess I'll start the new RP. Expect it up before anyone reads this post.
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Post by Bacon on Jul 3, 2008 0:54:23 GMT -5
Well, I guess I'll start the new RP. Expect it up before anyone reads this post. Uh, I'd advise against that given the current state of the guild. Only two people responded to your post, and half the active members of the last RP are currently inactive. *Decides to take a look at what Fraze writes anyways* |
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Post by Fraze on Jul 3, 2008 1:12:45 GMT -5
Well, I guess I'll start the new RP. Expect it up before anyone reads this post. Uh, I'd advise against that given the current state of the guild. Only two people responded to your post, and half the active members of the last RP are currently inactive. *Decides to take a look at what Fraze writes anyways* Hmm, point. Well, I saved my tentative post in a Word document nonetheless. |
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Post by Bacon on Jul 3, 2008 1:16:40 GMT -5
Ah, good. I guess I won't need this then, will I? ((I should put some message here, since that seems to be the norm. But I'm gonna be postmodern about it and just say I should put something here.))
Fraze had just gotten done with his shift in the Spacefleet Gift Shop, and sat at a table in the restaurant across from the shop. He always enjoyed it there, watching the many different races come and go. There were a few foreign bigwigs here and there--ambassadors, trade representatives, and so forth--but most of the visitors were tourists. He knew that many of the more advanced interstellar societies saw the NTWF as a quaint, backwater planet inhabited by charmingly primitive natives. They still used magic and swords and boats and castles! How adorably backward!
Fraze knew better. He had been here almost a year now, and he had realized just how magnificent this planet was. It had become advanced in ways that most of these tourists couldn't imagine, mainly because the inhabitants still used magic and swords and boats and castles.
This place had become home to him over the past year, something that he couldn't say about any of the other places he had been stationed. Both the cirucmstances surrounding his being stationed at the NTWF, and the time that he had spent away, meant that he had pretty much left his previous position completely, and was now entirely a member of Spacefleet. He preferred it that way--Spacefleet was a miniscule organization compared to the military behemoth he formerly belonged to, but it was because of this that he so appreciated the 'Fleet.
Fraze snapped out of his revery as a waiterbot brought his order. A massive triple bacon cheeseburger, large malt, and side of onion rings straight out of the frier. Immediately, he started salivating and became twice as hungry as he had been seconds before. He was supposed to meet a few people in his team here, but he knew he couldn't wait for them to come. Not only would his food be cold, but he simply couldn't wait that long. He began eating.
His pocket communicator, now set to "vibrate," began to buzz. He reached for it and opened it. Something about a briefing. It wasn't for another hour, so he could finish eating and--hopefully--wait for his teammates to arrive. Presumably, they got the same message. (I've been abusing the "Ten Most Recent Posts" button a lot these past few weeks, and this happened to be there just now.) |
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Post by Fraze on Jul 3, 2008 1:31:14 GMT -5
Ah, good. I guess I won't need this then, will I? ((I should put some message here, since that seems to be the norm. But I'm gonna be postmodern about it and just say I should put something here.))
Fraze had just gotten done with his shift in the Spacefleet Gift Shop, and sat at a table in the restaurant across from the shop. He always enjoyed it there, watching the many different races come and go. There were a few foreign bigwigs here and there--ambassadors, trade representatives, and so forth--but most of the visitors were tourists. He knew that many of the more advanced interstellar societies saw the NTWF as a quaint, backwater planet inhabited by charmingly primitive natives. They still used magic and swords and boats and castles! How adorably backward!
Fraze knew better. He had been here almost a year now, and he had realized just how magnificent this planet was. It had become advanced in ways that most of these tourists couldn't imagine, mainly because the inhabitants still used magic and swords and boats and castles.
This place had become home to him over the past year, something that he couldn't say about any of the other places he had been stationed. Both the cirucmstances surrounding his being stationed at the NTWF, and the time that he had spent away, meant that he had pretty much left his previous position completely, and was now entirely a member of Spacefleet. He preferred it that way--Spacefleet was a miniscule organization compared to the military behemoth he formerly belonged to, but it was because of this that he so appreciated the 'Fleet.
Fraze snapped out of his revery as a waiterbot brought his order. A massive triple bacon cheeseburger, large malt, and side of onion rings straight out of the frier. Immediately, he started salivating and became twice as hungry as he had been seconds before. He was supposed to meet a few people in his team here, but he knew he couldn't wait for them to come. Not only would his food be cold, but he simply couldn't wait that long. He began eating.
His pocket communicator, now set to "vibrate," began to buzz. He reached for it and opened it. Something about a briefing. It wasn't for another hour, so he could finish eating and--hopefully--wait for his teammates to arrive. Presumably, they got the same message. (I've been abusing the "Ten Most Recent Posts" button a lot these past few weeks, and this happened to be there just now.) *Snerk* I'm not sure whether I should be disturbed or flattered. I'll go with flattered. |
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Post by Bacon on Jul 3, 2008 1:38:48 GMT -5
Ah, good. I guess I won't need this then, will I? ((I should put some message here, since that seems to be the norm. But I'm gonna be postmodern about it and just say I should put something here.))
Fraze had just gotten done with his shift in the Spacefleet Gift Shop, and sat at a table in the restaurant across from the shop. He always enjoyed it there, watching the many different races come and go. There were a few foreign bigwigs here and there--ambassadors, trade representatives, and so forth--but most of the visitors were tourists. He knew that many of the more advanced interstellar societies saw the NTWF as a quaint, backwater planet inhabited by charmingly primitive natives. They still used magic and swords and boats and castles! How adorably backward!
Fraze knew better. He had been here almost a year now, and he had realized just how magnificent this planet was. It had become advanced in ways that most of these tourists couldn't imagine, mainly because the inhabitants still used magic and swords and boats and castles.
This place had become home to him over the past year, something that he couldn't say about any of the other places he had been stationed. Both the cirucmstances surrounding his being stationed at the NTWF, and the time that he had spent away, meant that he had pretty much left his previous position completely, and was now entirely a member of Spacefleet. He preferred it that way--Spacefleet was a miniscule organization compared to the military behemoth he formerly belonged to, but it was because of this that he so appreciated the 'Fleet.
Fraze snapped out of his revery as a waiterbot brought his order. A massive triple bacon cheeseburger, large malt, and side of onion rings straight out of the frier. Immediately, he started salivating and became twice as hungry as he had been seconds before. He was supposed to meet a few people in his team here, but he knew he couldn't wait for them to come. Not only would his food be cold, but he simply couldn't wait that long. He began eating.
His pocket communicator, now set to "vibrate," began to buzz. He reached for it and opened it. Something about a briefing. It wasn't for another hour, so he could finish eating and--hopefully--wait for his teammates to arrive. Presumably, they got the same message. (I've been abusing the "Ten Most Recent Posts" button a lot these past few weeks, and this happened to be there just now.) *Snerk* I'm not sure whether I should be disturbed or flattered. I'll go with flattered. Yes, please do. >_> Here it's available for the other 'Fleeters to see what you intended to do, since only you and I are up now. Speaking of which, I should go to bed now, it's almost 1:40 here. |
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Post by zarikrahia on Jul 4, 2008 0:29:31 GMT -5
1:40 in the morning?! I should knock you out with a shovel myself, Bacon.
Sounds interesting- And I have a two-and-a-bit-week holiday (yusssssss) so I can devote a fair bit of time to this lovely RP thingamajig.
I myself also have two maybe-to-start-the-roleplay-with posts saved somewhere. If I can find them in the deathtrap of a laptop that is.
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Post by zhunter on Jul 10, 2008 22:03:24 GMT -5
1:40 in the morning?! I should knock you out with a shovel myself, Bacon. Sounds interesting- And I have a two-and-a-bit-week holiday (yusssssss) so I can devote a fair bit of time to this lovely RP thingamajig. I myself also have two maybe-to-start-the-roleplay-with posts saved somewhere. If I can find them in the deathtrap of a laptop that is. Seeing as I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, I'd be fine with any sort of start to a role-play, period. X is ready to rock & roll. Although specifically...To fly. |
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Post by Amneiger on Jul 11, 2008 8:07:28 GMT -5
Shino You've been gone for a really long time. I don't mind you taking X, especially since I was never quite sure I was roleplaying him correctly. >_> |
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?!? I haven't even seen all of Season Two! Careful with spoilers like that!
) that we could try.
