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Accepted / Xavier Levi Johnson's Metropolice Force Application
« on: March 02, 2014, 09:12:37 PM »
Xavier Levi Johnson's Metropolice Force Application

OOC Name: TheKrusader

IC Character Name: Xavier Levi Johnson

1) Please write a minimum of 3 paragraphs OOC'ly detailing why your character wishes to join the Metropolice Force and what lead your character to do so.
Xavier wishes to join the CCA because he feels the need to. When he was a child, his father drank himself into the grave, which caused his mother to become abusive. Because of the abuse he received, he abused and took advantage of the weak after he was finished with secondary school. He mugged people for money, caused harm for entertainment, he killed innocent people just so he could survive. He became what all children fear, in all terms of the word, a monster.
   It wasn’t until a few months after he started his crime spree that he saw the error of his ways, his old friend. He was in an alley with an old man, and his friend prevented him from mugging the poor guy. They got to talking, and eventually he showed him the error of his ways. He told him about the wrongs that he could right through joining law enforcement. Xavier strived to right the mistakes he’s made by becoming a man of the law, and did very well up until the 7 hour war. That’s when everything went south again, when he was unable to do what he swore to do.
   In the end of the 7 year war, he just lied down and let the combine take him. He did not try to fight; he did not try to protect others. He was solely concerned with himself when it came down to it. The guilt ate away at him when he was brought to the city; he lived in solitude for a year or so. He wishes to right this by serving the Universal Union, and protecting the citizens; even if they don’t realize it. With the resources he has from the universal union, he will be able to stand up for the loyal citizens, and protect them from the rebellious sort.
   Another unspoken reason for Xavier wanting to join the CCA is education. After his father died, he did the bare minimum just so he could pass. He never really got the chance to absorb any of the knowledge he was given, and so, he seeks any opportunity for him to learn. No matter what kind of knowledge it is, it’s still knowledge to Xavier; he will strive for any opportunity to learn.


2) Please detail your characters traits. (Eg, Pure, Lawful, Trustworthy)
My character is passionate, lawful, obedient, cooperative, dedicated, and honest.

3) Please provide 2 paragraphs about what you are expecting the Combine Civil Authority to be like for you and your character.
For me: I know what to expect from the CCA. I've been in it before, and it was fairly simple. I can expect to do a lot of training (both receiving and giving), a lot of patrolling, and a lot of role-playing. The role-play I experienced was very developmental, as in my character will change a lot as he climbs in ranks.

For my character: I'm expecting that it will be very difficult for Xavier to adapt to the life of the Civil Authority, as he is used to being an average citizen. He is, however, slightly prepared due to his history with law. He will, in time, get into the rut of things: patrols, training, meetings, ration distributions, etc, etc. He expects to make friends with the other recruits that get into the CCA, as well as some enemies with the citizens. However, he knows it is inevitable.

4) Please provide a detailed back-story from an out-of-character perspective on your applying character. This section must be detailed and consist of a minimum of 300 words.
Xavier Levi Johnson, born January 15th, 1987, was raised in South Africa. His family was a fairly average one: a father, a mother, a brother and a sister; a happy family of five. Xavier was the youngest of the family, and the favorite of his mother. While his brother and sister went off to school, his mother got him all to herself; she enjoyed every minute she spent with him. His mother and he were inseparable, especially when he started school. Being so close to his mother caused the other children to resent him and tease him. Needless to say, he had trouble making any friends whatsoever. It wasn’t until he reached grade 3 that he made his first friend, Jordan. He and Jordan enjoyed playing many games together, including soccer. By grade 4, he and Jordan were on a kid’s soccer team; being the top two players however. This team allowed Xavier to make friends and branch out more; he even scored a girl because of this. He was seemingly happy; however, happiness cannot last.
   Where was his father in all of this? Working. He was constantly working to support his family, rendering him unable to spend time with them. By grade 6, his father was working two jobs. The poor man was exhausted, which led to an uneasy mental state. The stress and exhaustion eventually got to him, driving him into the arms of alcohol. But this is a story about Xavier, not his father. All that needs to be said is his father drank himself into the grave. After the untimely death of his father, Xavier’s life shattered. He once again lost his friends, family, and girlfriend. His mother was unable to cope with the death of her husband, and lashed out at her children for it. Her once-favorite son, Xavier, became the target of physical and verbal abuse alike. From forcing his hand onto a stove to calling him a good-for-nothing piece of shit, his mother slowly but surely tore away at Xavier’s insides. He became a cold hearted man by the time he graduated secondary school; cold hearted and homeless. His mother kicked him out of the house as soon as he graduated, with no belongings whatsoever. He had to turn to theft and violence to survive alone. He mugged people, hurt people, just for some food or a few bucks. He went against everything he once wholeheartedly believed in. He was headed down a path he couldn’t turn away from, a path he needed to be saved from.
   Xavier was walking down the side walk nearby a small bar, waiting for another drunken idiot to stumble through the doors. In a few moments’ time, an elderly man walked through the doors muttering nonsense. The old man was drunk and vulnerable: a perfect target for Xavier’s wrath. He followed closely behind the old man, who was far to intoxicated to notice a 5’11’’ man walking a few feet behind him. Sure enough, Xavier’s luck led him and the old man into an alley. He took a quick look around, not caring too much for precision, and pulled a switchblade from his pocket. He brought the blade to the man’s back and calmly asked the man for his wallet. The drunken old man, whom had no idea what was going on, turned around and looked up at the man behind him. He said drunkenly, “Ey ‘dere! What’sh the problemem here?” Before Xavier could mutter anything, a voice called out behind him, “Hey! Stop!” Xavier, whose back was to the stranger, tucked the knife back into his pocket. It was his word versus the word of a drunk, he was not worried at all. As the stranger drew closer, Xavier noticed a flash on its chest. The moon was hitting a metal object on the stranger’s chest, so it was quite apparent at the time that the stranger was someone with a badge or decoration. “Who are you? What do you want?” Xavier called out to the stranger, who only received his name as an answer “Xavier? Is that you?” The stranger stepped into a street light and Xavier’s heart skipped a beat. “Jordan?”
   As it turned out, it really was Jordan. Xavier and Jordan went back to Jordan’s place and talked for a few hours. Turned out after secondary school was finished, Jordan pursued a career in law enforcement. He led a well-respected life, had a family even. Xavier was very, very intrigued by the aspect of defending the weak instead of taking advantage of them. Emotions overcame Xavier, he missed his friend and he was tired of the life he led, so he asked him about what he can do to become an officer. The following months were no cake walk for Xavier, he trained and trained. He was lucky enough that Jordan let him crash at his house, and did his best to return the favor. He did chores around the house, helped people who needed it. For the first time since he was a kid, he felt good about what he did. He respected what he did. The time came for him to enroll in police academy, and Jordan helped him with that too. He put in a good word for Xavier, and with time, helped get him accepted. After a few years’ time and a few failures, Xavier was finally done with the academy; he was a full-fledged police officer. Jordan was able to pull some strings, and the two of them ended up partners on the force. Xavier served happily as an officer for several years, up until everything change.
   He awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of screams. Xavier groggily got out of his bed and made his way to the window. As he moved closer, the screaming got louder; he pulled back the curtains. What he saw was this: portals in the sky. From these portals, strange creatures poured out; creatures that he’s never seen before. They started clawing and biting anyone they could get their appendages on, indiscriminately. After seeing this sight, Xavier ran to his drawer and got his standard issue 9mm. He loaded a clip into the bottom and cocked it, then headed outside. “Everyone get inside my house!” he yelled as he started opening fire on the creatures. People ran towards his cries, and with time, his house filled up. As soon as the last living person got inside he shut the door and locked it. “Alright everyone, I’m an officer. We need to remain quiet…” he peered out of the window of the front door only to see bodies lying in the street. He pulled the curtain over the door and turned to the others in his house. There were seven people, two of which were children. “We need to stay low, and stay quiet. We will die if we fail to do so.” Xavier stated solemnly. A low buzzing was coming from outside, the sound of bug-like wings flapping. However, they sounded as if they were sort of just hovering, not searching. It was apparent that they had no idea they were inside the house.
   After a few hours passed, more noises were heard from outside. Xavier got up off the ground and made his way to the front door, pulled back the curtain with the barrel of his 9mm, and looked outside.  Different kinds of creatures were now pouring through the portals in the sky. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but they were different; more organized than the other ones were. As soon as they were done exiting the portals, they grouped up. They began to search houses, they started with the one opposite of his; he had time. He made his way to the group of people and said “Look, they’re going to find us. It’s inevitable.” He sighed and continued “If you want to leave, now is the time to do it. You have a few minutes.” There was some murmuring amongst the group. “I’ll stay…” a man stated sternly, and looked around. One woman said “Denice and I, we have children. We have to leave…p-please. Someone come with us, think of the children!” Xavier knew it was a lost cause, so he remained silent. The rest of the group, apart from the man that spoke previously, agreed to leave with the woman. As soon as the door shut behind them, the creatures broke into Xavier’s home. With a stern expression, Xavier looked up with his arms raised and said “Do with me what you will.”


5) Have you ever had a MPF character here at Catalyst Gaming?  If so, explain why it was removed.
Yes. The unit was lost because the HL2RP server we previously had shut down.


OOC Details

1. How long have you played on role-playing servers in general?
Roughly 7 Years.

2. How long have you played on serious servers?
4-5ish years.

3. How long have you played on Catalyst Gaming?
Since 2011.

4. What Time zone are you in?
Eastern Time (US)

5. In what country do you live?
United States

6. How old are you?
19.

7. What�s your most memorable quality RP experience?
The greatest role-play experience that has ever happened to me would have to be when I organized a rebellion on DarkRP. Sounds kind of iffy, I know, but let me explain. I started to  organize a huge resistance group to fight against the CPs on the server(there were a lot), and we made a base and a shop front. It was a base in the train tunnels, a massive, massive base. I started to get really into it, so I created ranks, divisions, etc. With me and my friend as the head of our organization, we demolished the Police Force on that server, to the point where none could oppose us. After my gang had grown so massively, my friend and I actually defected to the Police Force. We, with the help of others, destroyed the rampant monster we originally created. It was very, very cool.

8. Do you consider yourself a good listener?
Yes.




IC Section

Full Name: Xavier Levi Johnson
CID: 72877
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 6ft 1in
Hair Colour Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 186
Mental Distinctions: Is very observant of his surroundings and can think well under pressure.
Mental Defects: Insomnia
Mental Advantages: Quick thinker, common sense.
Notable Qualities: Law Enforcement Backround


1. Have you ever been detained or apprehended for a Sociostability Infringement before? If so, explain?
No.

2. Do you regularly eat Combine Civil Authority Issued Rations?
Yes, I do.

3. Are you willing to give your life to the cause of the Universal Union?
Yes, I will gladly give my life or anything else that is necessary for the betterment of the Universal Union.

4. Do you as a Citizen and future Civil Protection Member accept ALL actions performed by you and those under your command as your OWN responsibility?
Yes, I do.

5. Will you remain loyal and faithful to the Universal Union as long as you live?
I will loyally and proudly server the Universal Union until my last breath.

6. Why do you want to join the Combine Civil Authority?
My desires to serve the Combine Civil Authority are pretty simple, actually. I am loyal to the cause of the Universal Union and wish to better serve it by becoming a Civil Authority Unit. With this accomplishment, I will have more resources readily available for me to use to better the Union, and protect those who cannot protect themselves. Instead of waiting on a Civil Protection Unit to respond to citizens in distress, I can personally show up and solve any problem they have (if within reason, of course).


Please sign the attached oath using only blue or black pen.

I, Xavier Levi Johnson hereby swear my mind, body and soul to the Universal Union forever so long as I draw breath. I do so knowing that my actions will be held accountable to me and solely myself. I also declare my knowledge that as a Member of The Universal Union that I will be required to perform tasks above and beyond as well as perform ANY task ordered to by ANY commanding person(s). I hereby acknowledge the fact that as a Civil Protection Task-force Unit that I will be losing most, if not all, communication and or past relationship with anyone outside of the Universal Union's operational bounds.

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Accepted / TheKrusader's Tool Trust Application
« on: March 01, 2014, 03:48:21 PM »
TheKrusader's Tool Trust Application

Age: 19
Time in HL2RP: Since before 2011

Character Name(s):
Xavier Johnson

What will you use Tool Trust for?
Creating aesthetics for my apartments/trainings for when I become a civil protection.

Have you ever had Tool Trust removed? No

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Social Discussion / How to land a job?
« on: September 11, 2012, 05:33:11 PM »
Alright guys, I'm in high school and money is a bit tight for me at the moment. I have no car (but I do have a bike) and I really, really need to get a job. The only problem is...I don't know how. So for those of you who are in high school and have a job, do you think you could quite possibly give me some tips on how to get one? It would be a great help, thanks for reading.

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Media / Lindsey Stirling
« on: September 10, 2012, 10:12:14 PM »
This artist mixes two very, VERY, different genres of music. Dubsteb and violin. I think it sounds pretty amazing, although don't take my word for it- check it out.


<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHjpOzsQ9YI</a>

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Introductions / I'm coming back!
« on: July 02, 2012, 05:01:35 PM »
Hey guys, hopefully some of you still know me from like 7 months ago. But for those of you who don't, I am Krusader!
I'm mainly on the HL2RP server, occasionally on the OCRP. Don't expect me on the server right away, I'm still waiting for my graphics card to arrive (atm it's supposed to be here friday). I look forward to seeing you guys once again!

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Creations / Another short story...
« on: December 22, 2011, 11:26:06 PM »
The Devil’s Contract

    It is the year 2011 and like many Americans, John Stevens is struggling with money. Due to the country’s economic crisis John is forced to live in a withering home with a terrible woman, his wife. He returns home this night like any other night in hopes for tomorrow to be different; and different it shall be. But despite John’s hopeful attitude, he knows deep down inside that it will be like any other mediocre day; but it won’t be. It will be a special day that will change John’s life for the better- or worse.
     Poor John Stevens enters his creaking home, tossing the keys to his electric scooter onto the coffee table in the living room. He states into the darkness, “I’ve arrived, dearest” sarcastically. An anonymous reply of “It’s about time, where the hell have you been?” echoes through the dimly lit home. John sighs deeply as he knows it’s one of ‘those’ days. “I’ve been working, Pamela.” he states with great monotone in his voice “I have two jobs you know.” He continues his sentence as he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it onto the floor “Is that such a surprise to you?” John then slowly makes his way to the bedroom and shuts the door behind him. The smashing of glass can be heard from outside of the home of the Stevens.
   The sun peaks over the horizon the following day, John’s alarm clock starts to ring not moments later. A few minutes pass and John, covered in bruises and cuts, exits his home; he is still wearing the same ragged clothing as he was the previous day.  As John looks around, a man wearing a suit and suitcase approaches him. This man’s clothing was abnormally clean; everything about him was tidy, even and simply perfect. Not a hair was out of line, probably because of the gel he put into his hair. “Mr. Stevens, I presume?” the strange man questions, looking at his watch as he speaks. John cocks an eyebrow and states, “Yes, do I know you?” The strange man chuckles softly and says, “Yes, all too well.” John takes a second look over the man and notices something odd about him, red eyes. “Who are-” John begins, being cut off by the strange man, “Let’s talk business, Mr. Stevens.”
   John, like many would be, was more curious than afraid of this red-eyed man in business attire. “What kind of business, who are you? How do you know me?” he pries at the strange man, who ignores all but the first question. “One consisting of a profit, for the two of us” he says, fighting back a smirk. He then kicks the briefcase towards John, who is just standing in awe. “Open it” the strange man states as if speaking to a dog. John, whom is in total awe, stands in his place unmoving. “Open it” he repeats as if becoming impatient and begins tapping his foot. John is still unmoving, looking at the strange man with a blank expression. The strange man raises his hand in the air and snaps his fingers. Suddenly John finds himself moving towards the briefcase, finding himself unable to control his limbs. “You want to make this deal, Mr. Stevens; you just don’t know it yet.”
   As soon as John’s fingers pry open the briefcase his eyes widen. To his amazement, there is nothing but a blank sheet of paper and a knife. “What is-“John begins, but gets cut off by the red-eyed man, “It is a contract” he says in a low growl “and you WILL sign it.” After the words were spoken his eyes became a deeper shade of red and his nostrils flared. An incredible force begins to pull John to his knees, unable to move. The knife then begins to arise from its place in the briefcase and slowly hovers towards John. “I don’t- I can’t!” John cries out loud, tears falling to the ground. The knife digs into John’s cheek, shedding blood onto the blade. The blade then retreats from his face and hovers above the paper, changing from a weapon into a red-inked pen.
   “Sign your name, Mr. Stevens. Your thirst for wealth will be quenched” states the red-eyed man with a smirk on his face. “M-money? At what cost...” John states solemnly , whom is answered immediately “That will be answered all in good time, Mr. Stevens. Until then just enjoy your life. Sign it.” He then snaps once more, and with a poof, a Ferrari appears in place of John’s electric scooter. “Let this be an appetizer, Mr. Stevens. Far more is to come...” the red-eyed man states and vanishes into the air. The voice still lingering in John’s ears, he grabs the pen from the paper and signs his name. As soon as he finishes the pen and paper turn into a thick cloud of smoke and fly into John’s body, utilizing the nose and mouth as entrances.
   From that point on John became a very successful and wealthy man. The first thing he did after the incident was divorcing his wife and moving out-of-state.  A couple days passed and John is awoken to a knocking on his door. He opens the door to find an elderly man holding an oversized check, which is signed for twenty million dollars. John greedily accepted the check from the man. John left the area of which he lived and bought himself a mansion with complete hired help, and married an extremely beautiful woman. His life was seemingly perfect, John would not change anything about it. But like all great things: it comes to an end…
   Like any other day, John wakes up and heads towards his bathroom. Upon entering the room he notices a message written on the mirror in blood, it reads: “Don’t forget about the contract you signed, it is fulfilled today.” Startled by the message, John falls on his back. He looks around the room and spots his Life Alert button next to an electrical outlet and tries reaching for it. While his hand is extended the button bursts into flames, igniting the walls in the process. “Today...” an anonymous whispers. “What? No! It cannot- please!” he pleas, unable to stop himself from shaking violently. After the words are spoken a giant hand bursts through the floor, sending debris flying across the room. Upon the hand there are thousands of names carved, most of which have a line etched through them.  “You never said this-“ John begins, falling silent as he notices his name carved upon the palm of the hand. “No… It cannot be…” he says in a whisper, almost unable to speak. A red tinted knife forms from the wrist of the hand and hovers above John’s name. “It ends today, it ends now...” the anonymous voice whispers. The knife dives into John’s name and slowly scrapes a line through it.

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IC Chat / <||: APEX-04.777's Private Logs :||>
« on: December 18, 2011, 11:07:06 PM »
UNIT:777
DIVISION:APEX
CLEARANCE:04

Enter Password: ************
ACCESS GRANTED

Connecting to Network
Connecting...
Connecting...
Connecting...
CONNECTION ESTABLISHED

New File Opened: LOG.0000001
Audio Activated

<::||So, I was previously informed that I had a cousin in the CCA, and that he was positioned in City 45. I wonder what he’s like now, has he changed?  They told me his digits but they must have slipped my mind, I’ll probably remember soon enough. A while back I requested a transfer to that city, and I wasn’t the least bit hopeful about it getting accepted. But this morning, I checked my datapad and my inbox had a new message. It reads as so: “777, your transfer request was received. You will be moved to City 45 during your next stasis cycle.” I can hardly contain myself; just thinking about it makes me excited. I’m going to finally see my cousin, whom I have not seen since, well who knows? Anyways, I’m going into stasis so that I cannot inflict harm upon myself and others.

I am now at City 45, and yet I have no idea who my cousin is; I do know that he’s in APEX, though. I’ll probably recognize his body posture or something like that, how much could he have changed anyways? Not much I presume, or at least I hope so. Well, I will ask around for him, mostly in APEX. Maybe he heard of my arrival and told some of the units here. But until then I will wrap up this log and finish it another time.

Addition to LOG: I just remembered his digits, they were 935!||::>

Saving File As: LOG.0000001
Saving File...
Saving File...
Saving File...
File Saved

DisconnectingC45.CCA.APEX-04.777
Console Shut Down.
CONNECTION LOST

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General Discussion / Change your steam passwords.
« on: November 11, 2011, 09:45:57 AM »
Apparently Steam was hacked yesterday, so I highly recommend you change your steam passwords and other information.

Proof: http://www.pcgamer.com/2011/11/10/steam-database-hacked-encrypted-credit-card-information-and-passwords-compromised/

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Creations / Random Ass Short Story.
« on: November 11, 2011, 06:24:57 AM »
Alright, I got bored and wrote a short story yesterday. It's not anything great but I like it.

Sunday Night - 9:28pm
"Nick? Hello?" No answer, I knew it was hopeless. It was already dark out and his phone was broken, but I had to try. I needed to tell him, I set down my phone and made my way to the bed. I took off my shirt and slid under the blankets.
Ring! Ring!
I jumped out of bed and ran towards my phone, and to my disappointment it was a wrong number. "Uhh, why doesn't he ever answer? I really need him to know.." I said quietly to myself. I shrugged it off and went back over to my bed, it was a blue bed with green and black blankets. I then clapped my hands and turned off the lights "At least the lights respond.." I said once more before drifting into my subconscious.
Sunday Night - 12:42pm
I opened my eyes to see a dark figure tapping on my window. I acted as if I were still sleeping, he pulled out something that seemed to be a flashlight.
SMASH!
But it wasn't a flashlight, or maybe it was, but instead of using it for light, the dark figure smashed my window leaving billions of fragments of glass on the floor. I sat up in my bed and stated weakly, "Who's there? What do you want?".
"Jullie, it's me.."
I clapped my hands once more to turn on the lights, "How do you know my name..?" I questioned, more curious than afraid. The dark figure lifted it's hood, revealing a very gore filled version  of Nick. "Nick, what happened to you?!" I said, almost a scream. At this moment I could hear my parents talking, asking each other what was going on. What appeared to be Nick reached out for me, as if pleading, and said "J-Jullie.. please, you need to hel-". I looked more closely at Nick, wondering why he stopped talking. As my eyes gazed down his body I noticed a dark blade through his stomach. I looked back up and my eyes met Nick's agonized look. Something protracted the blade from Nicks stomach and he fell to the floor. Looking up from Nick's body, I saw some red beast, which at this moment I fainted.
Monday Morning - 3:14am
Growling? Was I hearing growling? Yes, I was; and it appeared to be coming from all around me. All I could do was stay limp, maybe the creature would think I was dead and simply leave me be. Suddenly I felt a sharp, agonizing pain in my leg. "Gah!" I screamed in panic. Realizing what I had just done: I opened my eyes frantically, looking at my surroundings. All I saw was trees, but not regular trees, they seemed to glow red. In a mesmerized state I reached out for the trees, feeling at peace with myself momentarily. Then I felt a cold sensation on my forehead. My eyes darted ahead, revealing the same red beast that killed Nick. I screamed, such a loud scream I think I startled even the beast. Apparently it took my scream as a challenge of power, so he thrust his arm into my leg once more, and another black vision swept over me.
Monday Morning - 6:58am
I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in my room, but how? "Maybe it was all just a terrible dream.." I said to myself and slid out of bed. While glancing at the floor I noticed something, increasing my heart rate and breathing: a pool of blood. I tried to clap to make my room more visible, but I could not. I looked at my arms to reveal blades where my hands would be. I turned around to face the mirror, and my heart as swept with a cold pain. I was the red beast, the beast that killed Nick. I looked to my left and saw a body on the floor, facing the wall. I overturned the body and was shocked to see who it was. It was me, my past self as a child. I left my room and searched the house, finding my parents butchered in their beds, my little sister's limbs scattered throughout the house and my dog's head on the couch. Instead of sadness I felt..powerful, I felt a rush of adrenaline. I stormed out of the house and ran rampage through the city, the state and then the world..

END

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Support & Help / Games are SLOW.
« on: October 22, 2011, 01:52:34 PM »
Before you post something like 'get a new comp, lol'. I do not have the money for it.

System Specs:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Nvidia Geforce 8600 GTS
Intel Premium 4 CPU 3.06GHz
1.0GB of RAM
Regular Microsoft Windows XP

Is there anything I could do to make my games run faster? When I connect to the GmoD server, it takes 5 minutes to start GMOD, then another 5 to connect. And In my opinion, that's really slow. It used to be faster, but I don't know anymore.

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Half-Life 2 Roleplay / Lolwebulz!! LOL!
« on: October 17, 2011, 07:55:29 PM »
          It has got to stop. I'm livid due to the ignorance that this community contains. Everyone who attempts rebelRP is instantly labeled as 'lolwebulz', without a chance to show their RP capabilities. This is seriously such a fucking ignorant title, and simply rude. I've seen some of these supposed 'lolwebuls' RP. It's better than that of those of you that are labeling them as this crude title.

           Now, some of you may be thinking 'How is this ignorant? I don't get it.'. And to you I say: Do you honestly think the only form of RP that citizens should have is loyalist RP? Certainly not, because that just makes absolutely no sense. There's bound to be rebels, or those who stand against the oppression of the Combine/CCA.

          On another note, today I saw someone's justification for calling a group 'lolwebulz' as 'They spread propaganda.' To this I say: It makes complete fucking sense to spread propaganda. Why would they not want to get their name out there? Just because there's propaganda about their group does not mean that they are not secretive.

            Speaking of secretive. I was on my unit today, went into the /viewobjectives and saw that the CCA supposedly knows how the Red Union do not speak eachothers' real name. I demand proof, the only explanation I see is Metagaming. I know for a fact that no Red Union persons have been caught, interrogated. Of course this is not an accusation, there could possibly be an IC misunderstanding: units taking in citizens thinking that they are Red Union members.

          Now, to wrap this all up: NOT ALL REBEL RP ARE 'LOLWEBULS' And I do not like seeing some of you, with less than average RP skills, labeling it as such.

Sincerely,
      The Krusader

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Half-Life 2 Roleplay / Boom, please fix.
« on: September 27, 2011, 03:35:17 PM »
The other day Red Union burned down the CWU. The server restarted and the rubble is not there anymore, can someone please replace it? If not it's fine, just wanted to make sure the event isn't being ignored/voided.

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General Discussion / Any artists up in here?
« on: September 06, 2011, 08:44:32 PM »
As the title says, any of you artistically talented? Post your work here! I and (hopefully) others would love to see some works of art(all forms). 

P.S. Dunno where this should be. So I put it in General Discussion, if it belongs in Spam: Sorry.

Here's a picture I drew in my spare time at school:


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Introductions / Hello, Good Morning/Evening.
« on: August 29, 2011, 03:51:22 PM »
   It's come to my attention that I've never done one of these Introductions. So, here it goes.

  Hello! I'm The Krusader. Also known as Thomas Radinello and Unit.935 on the HL2RP server. I'm currently a Junior in High-School and I enjoy gaming, math(don't start with me..), drawing and more. I've seen some of you in-game or on the forums and you all seem like pretty cool people. Anyways, glad to be here and nice to meet you.

Yours Truly,
    The Krusader

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IC Chat / <::||EpU.935 Private Logs||::>
« on: August 22, 2011, 06:19:58 PM »
UNIT: 935
DIVISION: HELIX
CLEARANCE: 04

Enter Password: ************
ACCESS GRANTED

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Subject: [Private Logs]

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    Well. I've decided to keep a log for when things get... dull. I didn't want to keep one as a recruit, something about those terminals don't seem private. Nonetheless, something interesting happened: a fire was started in the UCH. And believe it or not, I got to aid in it's extinguishing. It was 887, 305, 769(I think anyway..) and me. And believe me, that was intense. Well, not really, it was a fire in a trash can and a little on the floor and wall. Either way, the building had to be repaired before citizens were aloud in. 
 
   Citizens... Ya'know, I'd think that they would be atleast grateful for what we're doing here for them. But no, they're attacking us like wild animals. I've been attacked atleast twice in my times at CCA. Both very close to death. Let me see.. first one was... Ahh. Yes. It was when I was clamping D2HAP. I was standing there, overlooking the streets. All of a sudden I hear footsteps behind me, so I instinctfuly turn around with my arm above my head and the next thing I know: THERE'S A KNIFE IN MY ARM! I mean, COME ON! Of course I was rescued in time, but the offender got away as well..

   And the second time, ugh. Coulda sworn I was a gonner.. Anyways. I was placing a stool back in the Zaida Warehouse during my patrol. When I got in there I found two citizens there. One claimed that the stool was his so I gave it to him. Of course, with my luck, the citizen hit me across the head with it and I was knocked down. While on the ground another citizen came in and two of them proceeded to pin me down and try to grab my gun. I'm still amazed to have not lost it.. While pinned down, one of the three citizens repetedly kicked me in the side. I'm sure he broke a few ribs. ALSO, the lucky guy I am, they managed to break my radio. I only managed to call out an 11-99, but not my location. So I was there, getting kicked in the side and holding onto dear life for my pistol for around 5-10 minutes before I was saved by two Civil Protection Units. It was then confirmed I had broken ribs. Thankfuly 252 was able to fix me up, in a decent timeframe as well. Damn he's good at what he does.
       
     I'm liking this whole 'logging' thing. Really takes the pressure off of me. ||::>

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