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« on: July 31, 2012, 11:57:22 PM »
:3
While I agree with you OpenAura is shit, what are your thoughts on the fact that Catalyst Gaming will NEVER switch from OA?
A CCA/Citizen ratio will be established soon, at max being 1:3 (except in certain circumstances/certain caveats that establish certain things). Thoughts?
What do you think about people that will be strongly opposed to the above and quitting rather than play a citizen causing there to be less players causing there to be less CCA and an endless loop?
http://www.garrysmod.org/downloads/?a=view&id=80619Instead of having them flagged up as patrol or combat units, or inquisition units or units made specifically for conflict which isn't there make another whitelist for active units who are equipped with radios and stunsticks that work the CWU to take care of things like permits, temporary worker information that needs to be documented not simply to document them but in the future when they go malignant which is bound to happen you have a dossier on them. Loyalist points which need to be given out for things OTHER than simply ratting people out. Interaction between P3 and the CCA needs to increase and the armed activity in Precint 1 due to OOC rules preventing guns there is unnecessary and overdone. It's unnecessary to have units armed with shotguns walking through Precint 1 and the quality of roleplay in Precint 3 could definitely be improved by having more patrols through the area. Interaction between the CCA and the Citizens in general needs to be improved significantly. It would end the ever present formation of citizens in front of the Nexus trying to talk to that one poor CP that stands outside of the place making sure they don't charge the Nexus doors. They would have a place to speak to CCA representatives and CWU workers who work in tandem towards the same goals while still making money off of the permits. Those skins will make Civil Protection Representatives far more approachable and they'll look like dignified officers and units of the CCA while not looking like inhuman terrifying murder machines. --- I don't try to get a unit because it would involve me making a real loyalist character and...God I just don't have it in me to go ratting people out, which at current is the main way of getting loyalist points. It's radically against my principles. Not only this but there's more than enough CCA RP without my assistance, whereas there are many other factions and parts of the community that need far more attention and tender care. --- Digital Soul Role Play [Two Years] Shh Roleplay [Three Years] Mine-Dog Roleplay [Three Years] Our Benefactors [1 Year] Victory Gin Roleplay [Less Than a Year] Lambda Roleplay (HL2DM) [1 Year] Mikes Revenge [2 Years] RoleNation (Roleplay Administrator) [1 Year] Creation Roleplay (totally didn't even launch) City 12 Roleplay (HL2DM) [1 Year] Roleplay Revolution (HL2DM) [  ] Taco n Banana [6 Years] What the arbitrary fuck is a narwhal?
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« on: July 31, 2012, 07:16:19 AM »
It's a god damn shame.
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« on: July 31, 2012, 05:53:00 AM »
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« on: July 31, 2012, 04:05:01 AM »
Section Rules established, post annihilated and tossed into the great burning furnace of the Fiction Department.
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« on: July 31, 2012, 02:25:26 AM »
SUMMARY
Even though the Vortigaunts in Half Life 2 were decent, sensible beings we here at Catalyst Gaming are not and will not try to be simply because Vortigaunts in Half Life 2 were. We will be assholes, we will eat all of your potatoes and if you don't have them we'll eat you. We are not infinitely wise like Half Life 2 may have led you to believe and we won't try to be. Don't like it? Disconnect and go to TnB.
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« on: July 30, 2012, 11:23:34 PM »
-Did you get auth from Roflwaffle to make this thread? 
-What HL2 characters do you have?
-Do you have a CCA unit?
Of course not. Thaddeus Styles [CWU] Miles 'Fenian' O'Malley [Castle/EDF] and absolutely not. Do you know the muffin man?
Where do you live?
Yes or no?
Who is your favorite actor?
Favorite movie? Book?
What is the air speed velocity of an unlaiden swallow?
Sent from my HTC Mecha using Tapatalk 2
No but my contact in MI5 is very close on his trail Texas Or James Stewart or Paul Newman Favorite movie is Mr. Smith Goes to Washington and my favorite book is Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Speed and Velocity are separate functions of motion. Are you by any chance Buff?
Your avatar picture kinda looks like him.
I don't know who the fuck Buff is, but he must be handsome.
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« on: July 30, 2012, 07:23:58 PM »
Eat shit and die.
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« on: July 30, 2012, 06:49:36 PM »
Because if I don't I'll drink so much liquor and wind up back in jail.
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« on: July 30, 2012, 06:46:00 PM »
It entertains me and I'm a very polite person IRL, so being a douche to fourteen year olds over the internet on a game I've played for six almost seven years is great therapy.
Because the CA regulations are retarded and they were getting in the way of me doing awesome shit to improve citizen RP as opposed to hanging out in the CA office doing ridiculous broadcasts about why being beaten and starved is prettycoolbro.
Greg: Kinda and kinda not, but I was optimistic since you were the only worthwhile person from my past that showed up and stuck around.
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« on: July 30, 2012, 05:37:50 PM »
Let'er loose niggertits.
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« on: July 28, 2012, 05:54:51 PM »
“Alright so there’s this Chinese guy right?” Thad said looking over across the cup holders and hand brake of the nearly destroyed van.
Kyle, smiling returns his gaze, “Right”
“And he walks into this bar and a porch monkey is bartending, so as amused by this black man’s business as we would be the Chinese man walks up there and is all like ‘Hey nigger, get me a drink’.
“Now obviously, the nigger is offended and he expresses this by replying ‘Hey man, fuck you, what if I walked into your bar and said that to you?’ the Chinese man replies ‘I don’t know, lets find out’ so they switch places and the Chinese guy is bartending while the nigger wants a drink. The nigger walks up to the bar and says ‘Hey chink, get me a drink’ and the chink says ‘I’m sorry, we don’t serve niggers here’.”
Kyle started cracking up, being Chinese the joke tickled his tummy possibly more than it would have a white man’s. In the slums, there was only the occasional, irreparably retarded Civil Protection officer walking around otherwise they came in packs of threes and fours. One of the irreparably retarded CPs walked by the van, saw them sitting there and begged to question their seating arrangement.
“Citizens, what are you doing in this vehicle?”
Thaddeus, amused, looked over sliding his right hand down between the car seat and the console, “We’re going to get my grandmother from the nursing home, they’ve been beating her ruthlessly with barbed, tobasco-laden dildos.”
“What did you just say?”
“Cheese.”
“Cheese?”, Thaddeus squinted hard, spat with his lips together amused as could be, pulling a USP from between the console and the car seat, drawing the gun on the CP while he attempted desperately to draw his stunstick or anything that would help him. It was too late, as he touched his pistol Thad’s pistol barked four loud, short blasts and on his back he fell to accumulate blood and artificial fluids.
“Oh man. Did you see that? He actually said it.”
Kyle was in a state of panic, trying desperately to open the jammed door but he knew that it wouldn’t open because he climbed in through the driver door, allowing Thaddeus to sit there while he opted for the passenger seat. He wanted to escape what would probably be a terrible situation. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“YOU JUST SHOT A FUCKING OFFICER, DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKED WE ARE IF WE GET CAUGHT!?”
“RELAX! Jesus Henry Christ, come on man, I never get caught.”
“You just got out of jail.”
“For pissing in public! Who gives a fuck?”
As Kyle started to climb out the window, Thaddeus’ smile disappeared and an expression of disappointment and ire swept his face. He lifted his legs from the gas and brake and started to kick him in the ass as he attempted desperately to escape as he shouted “Well get the fuck out then you chink pussyfooting bastard.”
Kyle was replying with some “Fuck yous” and “Fuck offs” and then the Judgment Waiver sounded off and broke some eardrums. Kyle was essentially pissing himself when he heard the sound. “OH MY FUCKING GOD THEY KNOW WHERE WE ARE, THEY’RE GONNA FUCKING KILL US!”
Thad, disappointed in the silliness and general pussyfootery of his new companion saw that his new companion was no longer worth keeping as a companion and if he was to die, Thad figured it’d be best if he did it himself because if the Civil Protection saw how much of a pitiful little yellow prick he was they’d torture him until fecal matter fell from his ass. So Thad, being the gentleman he was raised his pistol and fired a good shot into the head of his former companion. Looking down, sighing for his disappearance he heard the CPs heading his way. Leaving the van and jumping on a bicycle that lacked tires he wobbled to a start and started pushing as hard as he could down on the petals and with a few seconds passage the gunfire started as did he singing.
“HE’S GOING THE DISTANCE, HE’S GOING FOR SPEED, SHE’S ALL ALONE
“ALL ALONE”
“ALL ALONE IN HER TIME OF NEED; AND HES FIGHTING, BITING AND RIDING ON HIS HORSE MOTHERFUCKERS, THIS IS MY STEED!”
As he started to bob his head to wailing, awful sound of his own singing he did his best to ride in a straight line knowing if he were to turn he’d eat it. Turning a corner and taking a round through the earlobe he screamed. “FOR SPEE— AGHHGHHHHH FUCK YOU GOD DAMM—” and hitting the ground he was quiet for a moment before getting up and sprinting like a Kenyan trying to catch a genie that would make him white. Panting, huffing and breathing hard he jumped, gripped and pulled himself into a dumpster and did his best to shut up with all the noise and heavy breathing and as he waited he faintly heard the stomping boots of the officers. The sound grew louder and they passed, all spare one. One smart CP.
“Keep going, I’m going to check this dumpster.”
He couldn’t rustle too much, but either way this guy was gonna peak in. So he did what any great man would do, he farted and screamed “NO MEANS NO!” while wildly firing his pistol in the direction of the face peaking in. One shot hit the metal faceplate of the CP and he wailed, screeched and tried desperately to gain his composure as he aimed and fired at the dumpster. After nine shots Thaddeus popped up and over shooting once again into the CPs chest as the other came running back. Pulling a lighter from his pocket he grabbed a garbage bag filled with paper, ripped it open and set fire to it. As the boots grew louder once again he threw it out in the direction opposite of which he came and jump out, running again from whence he came.
“OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!” he shouted with enthusiasm and despair, turning a corner he again was struck by a pistol round in the lower lower left part of his torso and as he ran he felt blood pouring out and his cramp became something of otherworldly pain. Perturbed, angered and prepared to die he loaded his last magazine into his USP, turned and sprayed seven rounds into the quickly approaching opposition. Two of the three went down and the last one shouted, “I know who you are, citizen!”
“THEN YOU MUST KNOW THAT I AM ZEUS, MASTER OF THUNDER.” jumping from around the corner he met his pursuer face to face as he attempted to come around the corner to attack him. They bumped into each other, looked at each other for a moment before Thaddeus bull-tackled him through the abdomen, slamming the butt of his pistol into the neck piece of the CPs armor. The CP in response reached for his pistol that dropped upon being tackled, realizing this Thaddeus put the pistol to the chest of the CP and fired twice. Panting, allowing himself to drop and rest on the body of the fallen he realized someone was watching him. It was Kyle.
“YOU FUCKING SHOT MY SCALP HALF OFF YOU DIRTY PIECE OF —” and he fired again, killing Kyle, terrified.
“You must be Hercules. It’s too bad I had to kill my own son.”
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« on: July 28, 2012, 04:38:44 PM »
Seven jolly campers armed themselves with USP pistols, MP7 submachine guns and their Christmas Spirit. Thaddeus Styles was the quarterback for the shindig, none of them had any idea what they were supposed to be doing and Thaddeus knew, Thaddeus knew very well what the fuck was supposed to go down. So Thaddeus starts up, “Alright you motherfucking elves we have outside a trabby, this shitty little car from some godless Soviet republic. We’re gonna pile into this motherfucker and take off with our destination.”
“With?”
“GOOD! You hear the tricky party, with. With our destination. Our destination is the trabby.”
“How does that work?”
“NOT FUCKING WELL IF YOU’RE NOT IN THE GOD DAMN TRABBY NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE AND IN THE PASSENGER SEAT ADAMS!”
Adams was seldom pleased with profanity.
“Chill the fuck out.”
This did not stop his hypocritical filthy-mouthedness. Everyone moved to the car as Thaddeus gritted his teeth, pointing at Adams menacingly with his head tilted back. Hyperbole was the means of making all of Thaddeus’ excellent points. This piece of shit was barely running and there was something of a menstrual blood stain all over the left back seat. This did not daunt Adams for he said, “Shotgun!” before getting into the car. Thaddeus ducked in and slammed the door, waiting motionlessly for the rest of his merry band of fools. “Do I get a gun now?” the girl, Rachel, asked. This caught Thaddeus sideways, he rebutted with haste.
“Look here motherfucker, assuming you have a penis. I never said you could have one of my fucking guns, didn’t you come with a gun?”
“No.”
“Then flash your tits when we need a distraction.”
“Why?”
Another question that caught him sideways. “WHY THE FUCK NOT!?”
Without further to say, they popped to a hum and drove off down the street. Now on this street were two people in blue jumpsuits as usual, walking in aimless circles with their thumbs up their ass. Thaddeus honked. They looked at him, perplexed as the motor grew louder to their position. It didn’t occur to Thaddeus that they would not move and declared to himself that if they were too stupid to move out of the road, they deserved to be run over. So he ran them over. Running them over he laughed maniacally, the passengers screamed, God grinned and Satan captured two more godless and lost souls.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Adams cried. Fuck Adams.
“Adams, fuck you.”
“NO FUCK YOU, WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HIT THEM?”
“LOOK MOTHERFUCKER ITS NOT A FUCKING DOG AND ITS NOT CHRISTMAS SO TAKE YOUR WHINY BITCHING OUT OF THE CAR OR INTO HELL”
“What.”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”
So they kept along the road and surely you just as well as I know that the Civil Protection were none the happier when they saw an empty bottle of beer get thrown from a speeding car. Naturally they began shooting. The shooting was promptly responded to with more shooting but wilder, to say the least they should’ve saved their ammo. Tracers going all over the place, the manic screamings of the driver and suddenly Thaddeus found the radio worked.
“Jesus.”
“I know what the fuck are we doing?!”
“We’re listening to the radio.”
Static.
“There’s a cassette tape in here.”
“What’s a cassett—”
“YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP MISS I WAS BORN IN THE MID TO LATE NINETIES”
Thaddeus put the cassette in and started listening to polka. This was a German’s car or something. What are the odds that they’re in whatever Jap shithole theyr’e in and there’s a trabby with a polka tape in. Japan.
“So what the fuck are we supposed to be doing?!”
“Shooting. Shoot more people.”
“There’s no one but regular people around here.”
Thaddeus hit the gas hard and shifted gears, speed grew, it began chugging, popping and screaming at them in tongues to stop going so fucking fast. But Thaddeus was going to fast to hear the poor thing, so they went faster. Ahead were six units armed with MP7s, Adams began firing through the cracked windshield at them and soon realized it was a bad idea because he didn’t know where they were after the glass was shattered. So Adams is firing wildly out of the windscreen, Thaddeus is in the middle of wrapping himself with an American flag whilst driving and polka’s blasting over that one girl’s screams. It was go time.
“It’s go time.”
“What!?”
“B DOUBLE E DOUBLE R U-N, BEEER RUNNNNN, B DOUBLE E DOUBLE R U-N BEEEER RUUUUUUUN ALL YOU NEED IS A TEN—”
The rest of Thaddeus’ beautiful singing was rendered unaudible as the gunfire ripped through the car, killing the girl, unfortunately Adams was alive and two Civil Protection units were dead. One was in the windshield now screaming over his voice box and trying madly to strangle Adams with the one arm that made it in the trabby. Thaddeus was not pleased by this. Adams was waving his arms around, occasionally punching the metal faced demon from the road block. Thaddeus exclaimed, “What the fuck do you want!? BITCH! START FLASHING HIM! FLASH HIM GOD DAMMIT!”
After no response was given, Thaddeus drew a pistol and started shooting into this poor bastard, distracting him from the already hard to see road and yes, you guessed it almost everyone dies (spare the already dead bitch) except for Thaddeus. Adams is lying down in the street with the vehicular intruder and the other asshole was in the front seat with his neck hanging out of the windshield.
Thaddeus got out, took their weapons, checking their pockets before standing out, looking around and skirting away as the Civil Protection down the road drew near. In the distance he could hear an APC; but that was okay. He had just gotten two MP7s and two USPs and whatever ammo came with it.
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« on: July 26, 2012, 04:50:18 AM »
On the Outlands server tomorrow in the early evening (6-9 [oh sex pun]) we'll be putting together the societal structure of the Castle migrants. To bring some form of civilized life to the Outlands we have to start simple and I feel that the agora was the simplest but most effective means available to reaching that end. Aside from that everyone worthwhile will be recruited into the bar's old security team to be molded into what will hopefully be the Resistance; which will be the beginning of 'training'. So hope to see you guys on.
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« on: July 25, 2012, 05:37:38 PM »
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« on: July 24, 2012, 02:15:02 AM »
Diggage. If you're not accepted I will immolate myself (or a small rodent)
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