1. Take down GMR2, FW, TTT, and Morbus. 2. Put up a Fretta server in place, with these gamemodes included and many more. 3. 4. One populated server rather than 4 non-populated servers.
Fretta servers are populated for one reason, they don't get old. By limiting your time for each gamemode, no single gamemode gets boring from excessive play. Fretta also draws in people by having multiple types of gamemodes, you join one for a certain gamemode, you'll most likely stay for the others too.
By the way, I'm still here on the forums, because I love you guys, <3. I just stopped playing HL2RP because it got boring for me.
He was taken by COTA after turning himself in during a raid. He was interrogated, disclosing all information of the Outlands, in hope of being relocated to City 45 as promised. Instead, he was shot soon after, falling to the ground, silent.
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** 'Pyro' leaves, rubbing his forehead in confusion. ** Something is wiggling in the bushes. ** 'Pyro' looks at the zombie, still rubbing his forehead, sweating, he tries to sprint around the zombie, slow from his equipment. ** 'Pyro' looks at the other zombie, sweating from exhaustion, "F-Fuck..." ** 'Pyro' tries to walk around it quickly. ** A scream is heard. ** 'Pyro' looks up at the sign reading it, shuttering slightly, reciting it, "P-Pact..." ** 'Pyro' walks closer, looking behind him. ** 'Pyro' looks at the sign, shuddering, reciting it again, this time more clearly, "The Pact." ** 'Pyro' stares at the sign, reciting it one last time, cooling himself down, "The Pact." ** 'Pyro' nods, "I know what I must do... I am no longer who I was..." he walks through the gate slowly. ** 'Pyro' clears his throat, yelling crudely, "A-Achim!" Jim Schmitter yells "You know he's not coming." ** 'Pyro' looks around for the voice. ** 'Pyro' doesn't spot anything, he looks above him. ** 'Pyro' looks at him, raising his hands, yelling once again, "I w-want to join him..." Jim Schmitter yells "Your bullshitting." Jim Schmitter yells "I saw how angry you where when Daniel died." ** 'Pyro' shakes his head, "I'm sick of helping people... I'm done..." Jim Schmitter yells "Hold your ass, Pyro i'll be back." ** 'Pyro' looks at the object, walking up to it. ** 'Pyro' squints his eyes, examining it. ** A bolt comes flying from one of the cliffs and it comes towards your leg very fast. ** 'Pyro' gets hit in the leg, looking at it, he panics for a moment, before falling over and becoming unconscious. ** Everything goes dark. ** You slowly begin to awake. ** 'Pyro' peeks his eyes open, looking around, tired. ** The lady says "Bail... he is alive." ** The man says "Quiet honey." [Male|Very Physically ...] yells "Yes." [Male|Very Physically ...] yells "He is right!" [Male|Very Physically ...] yells "Stay quiet or you die." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Damn degenerates." ** 'Pyro' looks up, slowly getting to his feet, feeling weak. ** [Male|Very Physically ...] smiles and looks up to the man floating in the air. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Having fun?" ** There is no response. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Come my little sisters." ** 'Pyro' looks around, confused. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Tonight, if you will have some flesh to peck at." ** [Male|Very Physically ...] throws some bread down to the crows. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Ah." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "You are awake." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "How do you do?" ** 'Pyro' looks at Achim, nodding weakly. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "A big mistake I must say, coming into our land like this?" [Male|Very Physically ...] says "I thought better in you." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Perhaps..." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "You are better at killing than thinking." ** [Male|Very Physically ...] grins at him. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Only one of you will come out of there." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "I will put it that way." ** 'Pyro' leans his hand against the bar, "I want to serve you... M-Master..." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Beast." [The vortiguant has sc...] says "Yes, master?" [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Our sisters here, you and them will have much to peck at tonight." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "And of course the crab." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Make sure... he... *Points to the man floating* stays up for a while." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "For his actions." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "I will deal with these fools in the cage." [The vortiguant has sc...] says "Of course." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "As I was saying." ** [The vortiguant has sc...] chants a few incantations. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "What made you come here?" [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Not... "I want to serve you master."" [Male|Very Physically ...] says "I am not your master." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "I don't lead fools." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "I lead legends." ** 'Pyro' slides his hand down one of the bars, to the horizontal rim, almost falling over, still effected by the poison, "I... I wa ** nt to kill... I seek revenge..." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Of course, you with your status... you are a legend." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "But maybe not the kind I am looking for." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Revenge?" [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Go on." ** [Male|Very Physically ...] paces, but still listens to him. ** 'Pyro' sighs angrily, "Everyone... They d-didn't care a-about what I did for them..." ** [Male|Very Physically ...] seems to be smiling, he kneels down and begins poking the headcrab. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Go on." ** 'Pyro' nods weakly, "But I w-want to show them... What they've messed with/// [Male|Very Physically ...] says "I do enjoy your optimism. But you don't seem to lie, I have seen you fight." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Who?" [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Who is they?" ** [Male|Very Physically ...] turns his back to you, but still listens. ** The man in the cage whispers something to you, "Don't let him trick you, he is sneaky. He is probably going to kill us all ** 'Pyro' lowers his head, "Jury... S-StrongHold..." he pauses for a breif moment, letting out a clear, "Everyone I've known." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "And you just change your mind." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "That quick?" ** 'Pyro' snaps to the black male, "Shut up," he turns back to Achim, "No, I isolated myself for a while... Thought about things... ** About those selfish fuckers..." ** [Male|Very Physically ...] drags over a screaming male. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "You are hungry?" [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Get up!" [Male|Very Physically ...] yells "Don't fucking run!" ** [Male|Very Physically ...] lets the cage open. [Male|Very Physically ...] yells "Time to eat!" [Male|Very Physically ...] yells "Hahaha!" [Male|Very Physically ...] yells "Look at the little guy go!" ** The lady screams. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Dumb girl." ** [Male|Very Physically ...] kicks the body. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "You were saying?" ** " You evil man! You killed an innocent girl!" ** [Male|Very Physically ...] smiles to the woman. ** [Male|Very Physically ...] eyes her. ** 'Pyro' turns around quickly. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "I am about to do it again." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "If you don't shut your tiny chin hole." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Dumb bitch." ** "You are a horrible man!" [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Quiet!" ** The lady begins to cry. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "You will all be punished because of her actions." ** [Male|Very Physically ...] turns his head back and throws a canister which begins to steam a tear gas like substance. [Male|Very Physically ...] yells "Only takes one person to ruin it all." ** 'Pyro' jumps quickly onto the bars on the top, hanging from them as he coughs. ** The woman begins to scream. [Male|Very Physically ...] says "This will be funny." [Male|Very Physically ...] says "Beast." Achim Bartholomaus radios in "Yes? Achim Bartholomaus radios in "You found another one?" Achim Bartholomaus radios in "Yes, I will get her." ** Please no! ** The woman seems to be half naked, her clothes are torn up. Achim Bartholomaus says "I was going to divide these teams." Achim Bartholomaus says "But I guess I wont." Achim Bartholomaus says "For our entertainment you all will soon fight to the death." Achim Bartholomaus says "A boy and a girl on each side." Achim Bartholomaus says "Ugly couple." Achim Bartholomaus says "You two together." Achim Bartholomaus says "And of course." Achim Bartholomaus says "You two scum." ** The woman who is half naked seems to be on the ground crying, she is covering her breasts and her clothes are cut up. Achim Bartholomaus says "Damn girl looks like she went against a sword." Achim Bartholomaus says "We are going to do some betting." ** 'Pyro' looks, examining his 'opponents'. Achim Bartholomaus says "For now, I will split you up." Achim Bartholomaus says "You will stay the night where you can discuss your plans." Achim Bartholomaus says "Black couple." Achim Bartholomaus says "Come with me." Achim Bartholomaus says "No detours or delays." Achim Bartholomaus says "You two." Achim Bartholomaus says "Dinner will be served soon." ** 'Pyro' looks at him, nodding slightly. Achim Bartholomaus removed npc_citizen Achim Bartholomaus removed npc_citizen ** The girl slowly begins to fall asleep, tears still in her eyes. ** 'Pyro' looks at the woman on the bed, he kicks her, "Move, I need to sleep." ** Her screams turn into some soft breathing as the night begins to fall . Achim Bartholomaus says "Nighty night." ** 'Pyro' grabs the woman's leg, dragging her off in her sleep, he lays down onto the mattress, flipping to his side. ** The woman begins to sob quietly on the hard ground. ** You hear several necks crack near-by, followed by some gunshots. ** 'Pyro' rolls over onto the his other side, covering his ears. ** The woman attempts to crawl up to him and hug him softly. ** 'Pyro' looks over at her, hugging her softly, "I'm sorry, Achim... I don't kill the innocent... Ever..." ** The woman softly cuddles up to him, going to sleep. ** 'Pyro' sighs, leaning his head back onto the mattress, lightly snoring.
SOME TIME LATER.
[A Strange And Dark Fi...] says "Scum." [A Strange And Dark Fi...] says "Follow me." ** As you walk in on the scene, the people in line seem to have towels covering their bodies, they seem to be quite clean. [A Strange And Dark Fi...] says "Your next scum, get close to the girl." ** The girl looks towards you, she smiles for a second before frowning back on the ground. ** Her brilliant skin is shining. ** [A Strange And Dark Fi...] hands her a towel. [A Strange And Dark Fi...] says "Woman, get in the line." [A Strange And Dark Fi...] says "Your next." ** [A Strange And Dark Fi...] laughs. ** A lot of the people in the line seem to be scared, others seem to have gone crazy. Their bloodshot eyes stare at you. ** 'Pyro' looks at the supplied objects, emotionless, he quickly rubs himself down with the towel, walking into the line. ** Achim Bartholomaus looks towards their faces. ** Achim Bartholomaus begins to laugh. Achim Bartholomaus says "Hello." Achim Bartholomaus says "How is everyone?" ** No one seems to answer. ** 'Pyro' stares at him, coldly. ** Achim Bartholomaus looks at all of their faces. Achim Bartholomaus says "It is too bad we are going to lose a lot of you. You were good slaves." Achim Bartholomaus says "Soon we will begin." Achim Bartholomaus says "You all have a bit of time to go over things." Achim Bartholomaus says "That is all." Achim Bartholomaus says "You are dismissed." ** Several Pact members walk over, they begin taking the pairs one by one, untill it gets to the last two. Achim Bartholomaus says "You two." Achim Bartholomaus says "Come with me." ** The girl walks rather close to you. ** You are transported into a small shack type room, there is paper and writing equipment. ** The girl looks to you, waiting for you to make the first words or actions. ** 'Pyro' picks up a sheet of paper and a writing untensil, setting them on the table. ** 'Pyro' scribbles onto the paper in large letters, 'Kill everyone'. ** 'Pyro' holds the paper up for her to look at, setting it back down as he sighs, silent. ** A loudspeaker turns on. ** "Ready. Set." A horn goes off."Go!" Laughing is heard as the microphone shuts off. ** 'Pyro' trudges through the water, letting out a light, "Fucking water..." ** People begin to start coming at you. ** A spear whizzes by your face. ** The man with the sword drops it. ** 'Pyro' grabs one of the harpoons, tossing it at someone. ** There is blood bath everywhere. ** 'Pyro' picks up the sword, twirling it in his hands. ** 'Pyro' swings the sword at the male, attempting to decapitate him. ** There is too much people... suddently you hear the girl scream. ** 'Pyro' shakes his head, "Fucking dammit..." he nods to reassure himself, "Help no one." ** 'Pyro' brings the sword over his head, bringing it into the persons stomach. ** You are slowly overwhelmed, you have to get to cover soon. ** You hear the girl scream again. ** "Please help me! Please!" ** 'Pyro' looks around, panting, "Gotta get out..." ** People around you are dying. ** The girl waves to you. ** "Shh... something is over here." ** 'Pyro' approaches her, looking at her. ** "This is how they got us in." ** "I think we can get out." ** "We have to climb over these rocks." ** "And see what is up there." ** "There is too much of them here." ** 'Pyro' shakes his head, "It's too tall, you push me up there, and I'll pull you up." ** She pushes you up, when suddently, someone comes from behind her. All you can do is watch. ** 'Pyro' watches, staying silent. ** The girl screams, but there is nothing you can do. ** The male runs away. ** There seems to be a small entrance to a cave. ** You continue to hear fighting and screams behind you. ** A tomahawk goes by you. ** 'Pyro' runs behind the rocks, panting again. ** 'Pyro' looks through the rocks, nodding, he lays prone, beginning to crawl under the rocks. ** A male yells, "You! How did you find me! I see you found the way out too... but I am not going to take you. Hehehe. You will die today." ** 'Pyro' spots another male, grinning evily, "You mother fucker," he brings the sword to his side, charging at him. ** The man takes his sword out aswell, swinging through the air. ** 'Pyro' swings the sword over his shoulder, attempting to strike the male's leg. ** The males leg comes off. ** He screams in pain on the ground. ** 'Pyro' brings the sword up, standing near the male, he silently brings the sword down towards the male's neck. ** There is a small boarded up hole. ** The hatch is old and rusty. ** 'Pyro' slings the sword towards the hatch, trying to break it apart. ** The hatch breaks open revealing a far drop... but into water. You may have a chance. ** 'Pyro' nods, he walks towards the waters edge. ** 'Pyro' spreads his arms out to increase air resistance, he jumps off without hesitation. ** 'Pyro' raises to the top of the water, gasping for air, obvlivious for a moment. ** 'Pyro' coughs up some water, looking around. ** 'Pyro' struggles to stay afloat, he paddles over to the floating crate. ** 'Pyro' grabs onto the crate, his bouyancy increasing. ** 'Pyro' lays ontop of it, paddling away, using it as a float. ** A body is blasted from the cliff. ** 'Pyro' looks at the body, continueing to paddle for life. ** You hear some horns go off and then... it is silent. ** 'Pyro' walks onto the little shoreline, bending over, his hands on his knees, coughing up more water. ** 'Pyro' puts his sword into the cubby, walking into the hut, laying down in exhaustion.
Steam Name: Tyler Age: Fifteen. How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Four to Five Years. How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Three to Two Years.
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Authorization(s): A crude, homemade flare gun, with limited ammunition unless crafted otherwise.
Name: Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn Age: Twenty-one. Gender: Male Affiliation: Resistance
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. I have included both an RPed, more detailed version, and a TL;DR version.
'Pyro' asked around, looking for someone with ANY skill in chemistry, he was determined to add another pyrotechnic weapon to his disposal. He met a man named, Charlie Scott. He and Charlie spent time in the labs, Charlie informed 'Pyro' of a homemade napalm recipe that he learned in High School. 'Pyro' grabbed an old shotgun, shortening it greatly, taking the spring from the pump, placing it directly into the barrel, removing the hammer. He made some napalm which consisted of Styrofoam and Gasoline. He also carved some Styrofoam 'bullets', to later cover in the napalm. He would have to reset the spring and light the improvised, 'flares' each time he shot it.
Like I said earlier, below is the RPed more detailed version, I strongly suggest reading it before posting supports, thank you.
Spoiler for Hiden:
Charlie Scott says "And Pyro, you seem like a pretty top notch guy, I'm glad to be parta' the team wit'cha." ** 'Pyro' turns, nodding, "I've got to go do something... Thinkin' of making a flare gun, y'know anything about chemistry?" Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "A little." Charlie Scott says "You need shit that burns?" Charlie Scott says "Well first." Charlie Scott says "That's the easy part." Charlie Scott says "You need something to propel." ** 'Pyro' shrugs, "I need shit that will laun- Exactly. Charlie Scott says "Chemistry won't help with shit." 'Pyro' says "The chemical parts though." Charlie Scott says "You need either a easily useable sping loaded one." Charlie Scott says "Or... one that uses air pressure." 'Pyro' says "Hmmm..." Charlie Scott says "Oh wait!" 'Pyro' says "The spring would be more reasonable, not sure where to get an air compressor." Charlie Scott says "I know how to make a small flare." 'Pyro' says "Really?" Charlie Scott says "It take the idea of reloading rounds." 'Pyro' says "I can just manually load them." Charlie Scott says "But instead of a bullet, you've got a flare like warhead." Charlie Scott says "Since you've got a shotgun we've got a bit movin' room." 'Pyro' says "I don't have a shotgun, I used one to make my flamethrower, shit's hard to find out here." Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "We'll thinka' something." 'Pyro' says "It can be the shittiest looking thing, as long as it works." 'Pyro' says "Let's go to the labs." Charlie Scott says "We just need to use the space inside of the shotgun shell." Charlie Scott says "To our advantage." ** Charlie Scott turns towards Markus. Charlie Scott says "Oh, Sorry man." Markus Ekerstrand says "I need to speak to Charlie for a moment." Charlie Scott says "Didn't notice you while we were science-ing." ** 'Pyro' nods, "I'll be in the labs." Charlie Scott says "And... yeah, sure." Charlie Scott says "I'll follow ya'." ** 'Pyro' punches the code in. [6'5'|159Lbs|29yrs|Bur...] says "Hello?" ** 'Pyro' raises an eyebrow, "Yes." [6'5'|159Lbs|29yrs|Bur...] says "What happened to Civiwatch?" 'Pyro' says "It's been disbanded." [6'5'|159Lbs|29yrs|Bur...] says "Oh." ** 'Pyro' walks towards the elevator. Markus Ekerstrand says "To the labs, Charlie!" ** Markus Ekerstrand turns to the keypad, thinking. Markus Ekerstrand says "Uh.." ** Markus Ekerstrand taps on the keypad, hopefully entering the correct code. 'Pyro' says "Just go, it's the same as the gate." Markus Ekerstrand says "Yeah I know." ** 'Pyro' puts his eyes to the retinal scanner. Charlie Scott says "Yes." ** 'Pyro' puts his eyes to the retinal scanner. ** 'Pyro' touches the pressure sensative gate. Markus Ekerstrand says "I will let you two work." Markus Ekerstrand says "Enjoy yourselves." Charlie Scott says "Alrighty." 'Pyro' says "So, what do we need..." 'Pyro' says "Some metal, obviously." ** Charlie Scott lifts up a red marker from the table, uncapping it. ** Charlie Scott leans in towards the board, pressing the marker against it's face. ** 'Pyro' looks, crossing his arms. ** Charlie Scott begins drawing. ** Charlie Scott does a rudimentary sketch of the portions of a Shotgun Shell, The casing, primer, BBs, gunpowder. Charlie Scott says "Alright." ** Charlie Scott flips the marker in his hand, tapping it's butt against the cut away of the shotgun shell. ** Charlie Scott drags it under where the BBs would be. Charlie Scott says "We have about..." Charlie Scott says "Half an Inch of working space." 'Pyro' says "Couldn't I just use like... An alcohol soaked base?" Charlie Scott says "No." Charlie Scott says "Alcohol burns away too quickly." 'Pyro' says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "We need Phospherous." 'Pyro' says "Where the fuck..." 'Pyro' says "Where are we gonna get Phospherous..." Charlie Scott says "Well..." Charlie Scott says "We need White Phospherous." 'Pyro' says "You don't understand, materials are extremely limited out here." Charlie Scott says "But that's generally phospherous." Charlie Scott says "I understand." 'Pyro' says "The only way would be to make it somehow." Charlie Scott says "... One moment." ** 'Pyro' walks over to the computer. Charlie Scott says "We can probably mix bleach and something along the lines of a salt." ** 'Pyro' starts pressing buttons on the keyboard, as things pop up on the screen. 'Pyro' says "Hmm..." 'Pyro' says "That could work actually." ** 'Pyro' turns around, "No harm in trying." ** 'Pyro' walks over to the cabinet. ** 'Pyro' opens it up, peering inside the junk scattered, he spots a jug of bleach and a salt jug. ** 'Pyro' grabs them in his hands, walking over to the table. Charlie Scott says "Alright..." Charlie Scott says "Let's do some tests." Charlie Scott says "Have any alcohol?" Charlie Scott says "Maybe... fuel?" Charlie Scott says "Oh shit..." 'Pyro' says "Yeah, in my backpack, I have a jug of gas on my belt." ** 'Pyro' takes off his backpack, pulling out a jug of whiskey. Charlie Scott says "Do you still use that gasoline in your flamethrower?" 'Pyro' says "Yup." Charlie Scott says "Dump it out." Charlie Scott says "We're making Naplam." ** 'Pyro' unclips the jug, setting it on the table, "What..." Charlie Scott says "You know that gelatinous fire?" Charlie Scott says "That doesn't stop burning." Charlie Scott says "We're making it man." 'Pyro' says "I don't think we can..." Charlie Scott says "Why not?" 'Pyro' says "I need that gas for my flamethrower too..." Charlie Scott says "We just... Melt styrofoam in the gasoline" Charlie Scott says "Plop that back into your flamethrower." Charlie Scott says "And increase the power of the pilot light." Charlie Scott says "Along with the motor that pushes the gasoline out." 'Pyro' says "This is not a top of the line flamethrower." 'Pyro' says "All I have is a spraycan and gasoline with alchohol and a lighter." Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "Let's revamp it." Charlie Scott says "Alright..." 'Pyro' says "Let's stick to the flare... I'm fine with how this works now." Charlie Scott says "... let's draw this out out." Charlie Scott says "We can do both?" 'Pyro' says "If we have enough resources." 'Pyro' says "I want the flare gun first." Charlie Scott says "The fuel may work for both." Charlie Scott says "Alright." Charlie Scott says "Let's get some styoroam." 'Pyro' says "There should be some stryofoam boxes in the freezer." Charlie Scott says "Mhm..." Charlie Scott says "We melt it in a mix of gasoline and alcohol." Charlie Scott says "Maybe add salts." Charlie Scott says "And stirr it into a jelly." Charlie Scott says "That jelly can be used for your flamethrower." Charlie Scott says "or..." Charlie Scott says "We can coat... some pourus rocks with it." 'Pyro' says "I wouldn't want to waste the napalm on my flamethrower." 'Pyro' says "Does the napalm stick to shit?" Charlie Scott says "Yes." 'Pyro' says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "But the object we use needs to be light." Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "Bingo." 'Pyro' says "Maybe we could make it into a throwable thing." Charlie Scott says "We use a parachute." Charlie Scott says "Make a small one." Charlie Scott says "Make the flare one quarter of an inch." Charlie Scott says "It'll be JUST like those model rockets you made in science club..." Charlie Scott says "... or the ones I made in science club." Charlie Scott says "... alone..." ** Charlie Scott quickens his speech. 'Pyro' says "Alright." Charlie Scott says "buuuuuut the state of my psyche in middleschool is irrelevant." ** 'Pyro' nods, "Let's get started." Charlie Scott says "Mhm..." 'Pyro' says "So what is this going to do?" 'Pyro' says "Just shoot up, then float down on fire?" Charlie Scott says "Yes." 'Pyro' says "Why the floating part?" Charlie Scott says "We're using it as a flare, correct?" 'Pyro' says "Scratch the flare." 'Pyro' says "I like the napalm part." Charlie Scott says "If we're setting off a signal, it should stay in the air as long as possible." 'Pyro' says "I wasn't going to use it for signal purposes..." Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "Napalm then..." Charlie Scott says "Like I said." Charlie Scott says "We have what we need for it." 'Pyro' says "Maybe we could throw it." 'Pyro' says "Light it and quickly toss it." Charlie Scott says "Let us buff your, "Flamethrower"" Charlie Scott says "No." 'Pyro' says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "A small vaccuum cleaner?" 'Pyro' says "Maybe we could wrap the napalm in a cloth." Charlie Scott says "That should do the trick." Charlie Scott says "It's a jelly." Charlie Scott says "Not a liquid." 'Pyro' says "I know." Charlie Scott says "We can't really... *wrap* it well." 'Pyro' says "I think we could." 'Pyro' says "You can wrap anything up." Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "... Throwing it would just be stupid." Charlie Scott says "It'll be better to have it come out of a funnel of sorts." 'Pyro' says "Not necessarily, I already throw my molotovs." 'Pyro' says "Wait..." 'Pyro' says "Could we form the napalm inside the molotov..." 'Pyro' says "Instead of using gasoline like I did, use napalm instead." 'Pyro' says "Would napalm spread?" Charlie Scott says "Not well." Charlie Scott says "It's very thick." 'Pyro' says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "You see." Charlie Scott says "It's only-..." Charlie Scott radios in "Yes. Thank you." 'Pyro' says "Then there would be no use unless I used it directly on someone." Charlie Scott says "Exactly." Charlie Scott says "That's why we'd need a Vacuum cleaner of sorts." Charlie Scott says "To expel the flaming jelly onto our foes." 'Pyro' says "Dammit, could we possibly coat bullets in the napalm?" Charlie Scott says "No." 'Pyro' says "It would just rip off probably." Charlie Scott says "It would jam the weapon." 'Pyro' says "And that." Charlie Scott says "And later cause it to explode." Charlie Scott says "In your hands." 'Pyro' says "Damn, we don't have the resources to make a mini-vacuum cleaner." ** Charlie Scott shrugs. Charlie Scott says "We might." Charlie Scott says "We have air-conditioning." 'Pyro' says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "But anyway." 'Pyro' says "We've made no progress." Charlie Scott says "We have the knowhow and tools to make Napalm." Charlie Scott says "So we did take a large step." 'Pyro' says "I guess." Charlie Scott says "Now we just need two more bits." 'Pyro' says "The launcher..." Charlie Scott says "We're One third'a the way there." Charlie Scott says "I'll go do some browsing." 'Pyro' says "I honestly wanted a flare gun so I could use something long range." Charlie Scott says "It'd be difficult." Charlie Scott says "But we can do it." ** 'Pyro' nods, "Let's just do what we were going to do originally, we can worry about the napalm later." Charlie Scott says "Napalm will be the fire part of the flare." 'Pyro' says "I can get some metal and craft it, that's no pro-" 'Pyro' says "True." 'Pyro' says "Okay... So napalm will be the flaming part..." Charlie Scott says "Mhm..." 'Pyro' says "The metal will be the spring and launcher..." Charlie Scott says "Spring will only work for short range." Charlie Scott says "Unless it's very light and we use a very high quality spring." 'Pyro' says "Where are we going to get an air compressor?" Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "... we can dick aroung with a hand pump." Charlie Scott says "Like one'a those pumps for a basketball or tire." 'Pyro' says "Yeah, but that doesn't have near enough force." Charlie Scott says "If we compress enough air it will." Charlie Scott says "We might be able to find a few oxygen tanks." 'Pyro' says "I honestly think the spring would work better..." Charlie Scott says "It might." 'Pyro' says "The flare part isn't that heavy." Charlie Scott says "But then we'd have to take apart a shotgun." 'Pyro' says "Mhm." Charlie Scott says "Or perhaps the recoil spring of an old AR-15." 'Pyro' says "Haven't seen those in a while." Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "Now we just need a housing." Charlie Scott says "But that's all the drawing board." 'Pyro' says "If we find a shotgun, we can trim it down for the housing." Charlie Scott says "Yes." 'Pyro' says "Just reposition things on it, attach the spring to something else." Charlie Scott says "Replace the firing pin with a spring linked to the chamber." 'Pyro' says "Mhm." Charlie Scott says "Have the spring inside of the weapon coil when you pump back the spring to rack the slide." Charlie Scott says "And then done." Charlie Scott says "Nice." Charlie Scott says "Alright." Charlie Scott says "Planning is set." 'Pyro' says "Now I just gotta get one." 'Pyro' says "There was some in the Storage Room." 'Pyro' says "I'll go get one and come back." ** Charlie Scott picks up the marker once more, leaning in towards the board. ** 'Pyro' unlocks the gun cabinet, pulling out a pump-action SPAS-12, locking it again. ** Markus Ekerstrand nods to Charlie. Joseph Connors says "Alright then." Markus Ekerstrand says "Just showing him around." Charlie Scott says "Nice." Markus Ekerstrand says "This is Charlie and Pyro, you probably remember them." ** 'Pyro' walks in, carrying a pump-action in his hands. Charlie Scott says "We're building weapons of shitty destrution." Charlie Scott says "Want to watch?" ** 'Pyro' sets it down on the table. Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "Alright." Charlie Scott says "This works." Charlie Scott says "We can't do this all today." 'Pyro' says "We need to take it apart safely." Charlie Scott says "Not now." Charlie Scott says "Napalm takes a week to ferment." 'Pyro' says "A week..." Charlie Scott says "Yes." ** Markus Ekerstrand nods. 'Pyro' says "Damn." Charlie Scott says "Mhm..." 'Pyro' says "We can still work on the base." Charlie Scott says "Yeah." Charlie Scott says "Let's start tommorow." Joseph Connors says "What are you guys doing?" Charlie Scott says "It's been hell of a month getting here from Geneva." Charlie Scott says "Alright..." 'Pyro' says "I'm gonna work on it for a little." Charlie Scott says "I'm going to sleep." Charlie Scott says "Don't kill yourself." ** 'Pyro' nods. Charlie Scott says "Just uh..." Charlie Scott says "... Toss all the materials into a bucket and let it sit." Charlie Scott says "Stir twice every Twelve hours." Charlie Scott says "And I mean thoughroughly." 'Pyro' says "Gasoline... Alcohol... Styrofoam... And bleach?" Charlie Scott says "Hmm..." Charlie Scott says "No bleach." 'Pyro' says "Alright." Charlie Scott says "Fifty Gas." Charlie Scott says "Twenty Alcohol." 'Pyro' says "The rest?" Charlie Scott says "Thirty Styrofoam" 'Pyro' says "Got it." Charlie Scott says "Just let it sit untill the syrofoam is all flakey and no longer a solid." Charlie Scott says "But that should take a while." Charlie Scott says "I'm out."
A WHILE LATER
** 'Pyro' returns to the supplies, looking at the shotgun. ** 'Pyro' picks it up, setting it on the table. ** 'Pyro' fiddles with the shotgun. ** The shotgun somehow disassembles. ** 'Pyro' nods, pulling it apart, looking at the mechanics. ** 'Pyro' spots the spring in the pump, he pulls out his knife, slicing it. ** 'Pyro' pulls the spring out, springing it with his fingers, "Got it..." ** 'Pyro' takes the spring, shoving it down the barrel. ** 'Pyro' looks at the spring extending down the barrel, he takes his knife, sawing the shotgun down to the spring end. ** 'Pyro' takes his knife, also sawing off the stock slowly. ** 'Pyro' looks over the extremely shortened shotgun, with the spring in it, thinking. ** 'Pyro' smirks, "I got it, do you know how I could hook the spring up to the trigger?" 'Pyro' says "I'll just take the hammer, or whatever it's called, out." Zak Grant says "Yeah, want me to do it now?" 'Pyro' says "I think I got it..." ** 'Pyro' tugs on the hammer, dislodging it from the gun, he sets it aside, looking at the lip of the trigger, "Perfect, I just have ** to reset the spring every time." ** 'Pyro' slides the top of the shotgun back on, "Now to make the flares." ** 'Pyro' takes his knife, breaking up the styrofoam box. ** 'Pyro' pours the styrofoam into the jug, carrying it towards the stove. ** 'Pyro' sets the stove on, watching it, he takes the fork from earlier, stirring the jug frequently. ** Thirty minutes pass. ** 'Pyro' stops stirring, the styrofoam and gasoline mixed into a gel-like napalm. ** 'Pyro' turns off the stove, looking over it, he closes the jug, clipping it on his belt, walking back over to the improvised flare gun. ** 'Pyro' takes another styrofoam box, setting it against the barrel, measuring the circumference. ** 'Pyro' takes the box off, cutting several, styrofoam, 'bullets'. ** 'Pyro' takes the 'bullets' putting them in his backpack. ** [No visible features |...] looks through his bag, eventually pulling out some bandages and a med-kit. ** 'Pyro' takes the flare gun, clipping it on his belt, "I'll coat the styrofoam in napalm later... Just gotta light them before I ** fire them, I also gotta reset the spring each time, but that's easy..."
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks + A new fire-based weapon. + A good backup for long-range engagements that his flamethrower can't reach. + Would ICly set targets on fire if hit correctly.
Defects - Not the greatest range, inaccurate. - Terrible ammo cache, takes time to produce ammo.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? I would use it as a backup weapon for 'Pyro'.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) No.
After talking with someone who's name will not be released, the state of HL2RP is out of control. Here are some references, they speak for themselves.
Spoiler for Hiden:
?: Get in ?: I'm giving you my vest [CG]Tyler: wut ?: join ?: I think i'm leaving CG ?: everything is just horrible [CG]Tyler: no [CG]Tyler: nonono ?: Rofl won't let anyone do anything ?: COTA can't flag up ?: Trust me ?: after so long of CG ?: I realize how bad it's turned ?: It's a sinking shop ?: Ship* ?: COTA was DISBANDED [CG]Tyler: WHAT [CG]Tyler: You're kidding me [CG]Tyler: Rofl needs to get his shit together [CG]Tyler: All he cares about is the unsuccesful DarkRP modded Harbor shit ?: yep [CG]Tyler: COTA was disbanded. [CG]Tyler: Really. ?: Yeah ?: Roflwaffle's order [CG]Tyler: What a fucking dumbass [CG]Tyler: Now Outlands is completely pointless ?: Exactly [CG]Tyler: I'm not going to be suprised tommorow when the Server Hub just shows HRP and MC2. ?: OCRP, MC2 and HRP* [CG]Tyler: Oh ye [CG]Tyler: This is bullshit. [CG]Tyler: Raiden needs to get his shit together [CG]Tyler: For real ?: I talked to him too ?: He just goes AFK ?: Then ?: I wnet in skype with him ?: He no longer cares for CG either [CG]Tyler: Really. [CG]Tyler: CG is only dying because of what they're doing. [CG]Tyler: I nominate you and the other SA's to step up, I would, but I have no authority ?: I already did ?: But ?: nothing happened ?: RAIDEN has no authority [CG]Tyler: What ?: He's an SA really ?: yes ?: Raiden wanted to change maps ?: he wasn't allowed [CG]Tyler: Why the fuck is Rofl even controlling shit on HL2RP [CG]Tyler: He never plays [CG]Tyler: Do you care if I quote you in a protest ?: Send me the quote ?: First [CG]Tyler: Just the key points you said [CG]Tyler: [CG]Tyler: Raiden needs to get his shit together ?: I wnet in skype with him ?: He no longer cares for CG either [CG]Tyler: [CG]Tyler: COTA was disbanded. [CG]Tyler: Really. ?: Yeah ?: Roflwaffle's order ?: No [CG]Tyler: K ?: Just say ?: Unknown ?: Ok? [CG]Tyler: Mhm [CG]Tyler: I'm just going to post a ? [CG]Tyler: Instead of your name [CG]Tyler: Not sure if I should post it in general [CG]Tyler: Or HL2RP general ?: Hl2rp general ?: Roflwaffle cares about OCRP and HRP [CG]Tyler: I'm going to copy this entire chat, I don't care if my insults are in it. [CG]Tyler: Just replace your name with ?.
It's atrocious just to think about, please leave your support on the topic as a reply.
Steam Name: Tyler Age: Fifteen. How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Four to Five Years. How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Three to Two Years.
Character Section
Authorization(s): A set of crude, homemade, binoculars.
Name: Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn Age: Twenty-one. Gender: Male Affiliation: Resistance
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn says "'Ey Foxtrot..." Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn says "Foxtrot, wouldn't binoculars be pretty useful out here." ** 'Foxtrot' nods, "They would. Heh'." Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn says "Hmmm." ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn looks around, spotting the two empty cans on the table. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn slowly stands up, walking over and snatching them in his hands, then sitting back down. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn rotates them in his hands, thinking, "You got any tape?" Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn says "All I have is rope, but tape would be better." 'Foxtrot' says "Hmm." ** 'Foxtrot' scratches his chin for a bit, thinking. Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn says "Never mind, I'll just use the rope." ** 'Foxtrot' nods, watching. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn takes off his backpack, sticking his hand inside, reaching for his knife and rope. He pulls them both out, tossing the backpack aside. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn holds the two cans together, wrapping the rope tightly around them, knotting the end off, finishing it off by slicing the excess rope, putting it into his backpack. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn sets them down, looking around, spotting a clear beer bottle on the table, he picks it up, chugging it down, grabbing a cooking pan from the table as well, sitting down. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn takes the empty bottle, breaking it up into the pan, moving closer to the fire with the pan in his hand. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn holds the pan over the fire, waiting for the glass to melt. ** Time passes, the glass melts inside the pan. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn takes the two cans, placing one end into the melted glass, moving the pan away from the fire for it to cool, he sets the pan down, looking over at Foxtrot, "I'm not too stupid." ** 'Foxtrot' smirks. ** More time passes. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn lifts the pan back up, pulling the cans out, the thin glass filling up the two holes, he smirks, setting the half-finished binoculars in his lap, putting the pan back over the fire. ** Time passes as the remaining glass melts in the pan. ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn takes the binoculars from his lap, flipping them over, the unfinished part facing down, he sticks them into the glass, pulling the pan away once again and waiting. ** Time passes again. (:3) ** Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn takes them out, peering through them, smirking as they give a decent magnification, "Awesome..."
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks +Binoculars for enhanced view.
Defects - Still hard to identify far person(s). - May rely on them too often.
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? Use them to spots further objects.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) No, unless I lend them to someone for them to see something.
Which server does this apply for? Outlands
Extra Notes (optional): I would use the SuitZoom feature to RP using them. (+zoom, -zoom in console.)
Date: 5/3/17, Log 1. I’m going to start these logs, decided it might be a good idea. My name is Nick Sandborn. I live in the United States, Florida. I am African American, six foot, one inch. I weigh two-hundred and fourteen pounds and am nineteen years old.. I live alone with my mother, my father divorced her years ago…
Date: 8/12/17, Log 2. I got engaged to my fiancé today. Her name is Alyssa. Long brown hair, brown eyes. The love of my life.
Date: 9/15/17, Log 3. I found out Alyssa is pregnant.
Date: 11/5/17, Log 4. My mother passed away today from a stroke…
Date: 2/2/18, Log 5. Alyssa’s baby was a miscarriage.
Date: 2/24/18, Log 6. Alyssa dissolved our relationship, we are no longer together…
Date: 12/17/19, Log 7. It’s been a while, I forgot I had this thing… My life has been tragic… The American government is predicted to crash, resources are becoming scarce. Miniature wars are constant in the Middle East.
Date: 1/1/20, Log 8. A new year has come, I have no one to celebrate it with…
Date: 2/10/20, Log 9. World War 3 has officially started. United States, Canada, Great Britain, Mexico, and Australia are allied. We are in a war with other top countries allied together; China, Russia, Africa, and the rest of the Middle Eastern countries.
Date: 3/13/20, Log 10. I’ve been recruited into the United States Marine Corps, maybe it was for the best…
Date: 4/20/20, Log 11. I’ve just been accepted as a recruit into the United States Marine Corps. I don’t think I’ll be writing these as often…
Drill Sergeant
The Drill Sergeant walks in the hallway, the room breaks into silence as the recruits see him, they stand at attention. Nick stands straight, staring into the distance, as if something is there. “So, I assume y’all came here for a reason…”, the Drill Sergeant walks up and down the hallway, the lights casting shadows along his path. He approaches Nick, staring at him with a bluffed face, his eyes gleaming. “What brings you here…” The Drill Sergeant stares at the nametag on Nick’s chest, raising an eyebrow, “Sandborn…? What kind of last name is that? Was your mommy giving birth to your ass in the middle of a desert?” “My mother is dead, sir,” Nick says, still staring straight, appearing to be oblivious of the male in front of him. “Did I ask you to tell me your sob story about your ‘mommy’ dying?” The Drill Sergeant blurts out. “No, s-” “That’s what I thought, ‘cruit. Now, what brings your sorry ass here?” “I was drafted, sir,” Nick says, sighing slightly. The Drill Sergeant nods, “Your training is going to be hell before you become a Private, first thing in the morning, tomorrow at six. You better be ready.” Nick nods, staring straight as the Drill Sergeant walks to another recruit, blinking as he hears yelling. Later, Nick walks into the recruit barrack, a metal enclosure, cramped with old bunk beds and rusty lockers along the back wall, objects protruding out of them. The room contains very little lighting and a small wooden table with chairs in the middle. Inside, he meets another recruit for the real first time, this recruit is about five foot, nine inches, has brown short hair, and a full close shaven beard, “Sup?” He looks the male over, examining his nametag, “Err… Johnson?” “Just call me Mark, Sandborn?” Mark says. Nick raises an eyebrow, “Yeah, where you from, Mark?” Mark smirks, “Straight outta Texas.” Nick rubs his eyes, nodding, “I’ve gotta get some rest now, supposedly being trained tomorrow, bright and early in the mornin’.” He walks off into his assigned bunk bed, looking on top, spotting someone laying there. He walks over to his locker, taking out a set of ragged clothes, swapping them on. He hops into the hard bunk bed, it emitting a slight squeak from himself adjusting, trying to get as comfortable as possible. He whispers, “Drill Sergeant is a douche,” to reassure himself. He shrugs, “Oh well, one day down, I hate to say it, but I’m somewhat excited for the training tomorrow.” He closes his eyes and starts to lightly snore.
Agility Course
A loud horn is heard as Nick stretches, rolling, desperately tired, out of the bed. He walks over to his locker, yawning, slamming it open. Nick grabs a new fresh set of clothes, putting them on. He glimpses around the room, his eyes squinting from the light adjustment. He then casually walks outside into the hallway, looking at all the other recruits, spotting Mark, nodding. They are all lined up against the wall, waiting in anticipation for the Drill Sergeant to make his arrival. Thirty-minutes or so pass, the Drill Sergeant walks in, smirking, “I’m late, silly me.” A recruit coughs slightly, trying to cover it up. The Drill Sergeant quickly turns to him, “What was that, ‘cruit?” A faint, “Nothing, sir,” is heard. As the Drill Sergeant walks up and down the hallway, his boots make a clanking sound, “So I assume y’all understand somewhere in your puny heads that you need trainin’ before you can advance towards your next rank…” He stops walking in front of Nick, cocking his head towards him, “So, tell me ‘cruit, are you ready to begin training in hell?” Nick nods, wondering why the Drill Sergeant pick on him so often. “Good ‘cruit, you better hope your ass is in shape,” the Drill Sergeant smirks, “Let’s go!” Nick follows the Drill Sergeant, looking at all the unknown surroundings, they walk outside, the sun shining brightly on them. “So,” the Drill Sergeant explains, “This is the agility course, I’ll be watching you progress through this in the fastest time possible.” Nick somewhat ignores the words, amused by the strewn about tires, ropes, towers, walls, ladders, and other obstacles, almost confused on what to do. “Sandborn, get your ass to the starting line.” Nick walks over to the obvious starting point, “Tell me when you want me to go, sir.” The Drill Sergeant shrugs, “Go.” Nick darts towards the first obstacle, a wide array of tires, he weaves in and out of the tires quickly sprinting towards the rope hanging from the wall. He jumps, grabbing onto the rope, climbing up, then throwing himself to the other side over the top, sliding down. Nick runs towards a low net with dirty mud underneath it, going into a prone position, crawling underneath it. He finishes, running as fast as he can to the finish line. “Good work, Sandborn,” the Drill Sergeant yells, holding his thumb up. Nick smirks, surprised at the compliment, as he walks towards him, “Thank you, sir.” The Drill Sergeant gives a blank expression, “Alright, go hit the showers, and meet some other of the ‘cruits.”
Private Sandborn
Nick comes out of the shower hall, freshly cleaned, and walks towards the lunch hall. He opens the door, surprised by the mass amount of units and noise. He looks around, spotting Mark Johnson sitting down at a table with other recruits, he walks over and sits down next to him, “Yo, Mark.” Mark nods back, “Sandborn, what’s up?” “Nothin’ much, just waiting for my promotion, hopefully it will be soon,” Nick responds. Mark nods as a loud echoing voice comes from the intercom, “All recruits who preceded through the physical training, go to the mess hall immediately.” Nick smirks, standing up along with several other recruits in the lunch hall, walking outside. The Drill Sergeant returns, standing straight, waiting for the recruits, “This better be all the ‘cruits, if not, too bad. Anyways, today you ‘cruits are going to do gun training. I’m going to pick a random ‘cruit to demonstrate for us.” He scans along the line, spotting Nick, “Sandborn, you’re demonstrating, don’t fuck this up.” He nods, as the Drill Sergeant yells, “Everyone on me, we’re going to the shooting range!” The group of recruits follow, in an unorganized pattern, Nick being in the front. They later approach a large, brightly light room, rows of empty windows with targets in front of them. The only sounds were the sounds of loud, randomized gunshots, one after another, and the pinging of shells ejecting. There were units from low ranks and high ranks, all shooting almost in a symphony, hitting their targets one after another. “Alright, Nick over to this window, I’ll be right back,” the Drill Sergeant says as he walks to the armory. Nick walks up to the window waiting, peering at the many eyes staring at him. The Drill Sergeant comes back, holding a standard M4A1 in one hand and a 5.56 ammo box of magazines in the other hand, he gestures the M4A1 towards Nick, “Take it Sandborn, don’t fuck around with it yet,” he slams the ammo box on the table. Nick grabs the rifle, holding it in his hand, waiting. “Okay Sandborn, shoulder the rifle, keep it aimed down range.” Nick holds the rifle stock up to his shoulder, adjusting it into place, he places his hand on the pistol grip, readying his fingers, then places his hand on the foregrip, moving his feet into a position. He tilts his head to the right, closing his left eye, prepared. “Good… Now flick the safety off, and fire single-shots down the range.” Nick reaches his trigger finger towards the safety, flicking it down. He pulls back the trigger as the recoil kicks back on his shoulder. The shells eject, flying out of the corner of his eyes, the loud bangs and booms from the gunpowder igniting are heard. “Now empty the rest of the magazine with fully automatic fire,” the Drill Sergeant yells. Nick nods, flicking the safety up twice, readying his body into position again. He pulls this trigger back, holding it this time, the recoil steadily rising. Nick takes his forearm, dragging the barrel down to eliminate the recoil. Nick continues to fire as a faint click is heard, no more bullets come out. He waits for further instructions. “Well, well, Sandborn, better than I expected,” the Drill Sergeant opens up the ammo box, pulling out another 5.56 magazine of ammunition, “Now, reload your weapon.” Nick press the clip release on the rifle, letting the magazine hit the below table with a thud, he quickly grabs the new magazine, bringing it up into the rifle, hearing a click, he flicks the safety on, lower the rifle, “How’d I do, sir?” “Good Sandborn, we will be promoting recruits later today, I hope your ass shows up.” Nick smirks, “I’ll be there, sir.” Later, Nick walks out into the mess hall as the intercoms repeat, “All recruits report to the mess hall immediately.” He looks around, smiling slightly in eagerness, looking at all the recruits communicating with each other, noticing Mark, “Hey Mark, hopefully we’re going to be Privates, I’m tired of this ‘cruit status,” Nick explains. “Yeah, I am too,” Mark says in agreement. The Drill Sergeant walks down the mess hall, as everyone goes silent, standing against the wall in unison. The Drill Sergeant smirks, holding a large amount of dog tags and patches in his hand. He walks down, stopping in front of each recruit, saying unrecognizable words as he shakes their hand, giving them a patch and dog tag, the dog tags seeming to be in order by last name. He finally reaches Nick, “Sandborn, last on the dog tags, but not the least, congratulations, Private Sandborn,” he hands Nick the dog tag and insignia patch, nodding. “Thank you, sir,” Nick says as he puts the dog tag around his neck.
The StrongHold focuses on researching and resolving issues within the Outlands, issues between factions or with other unknown threats. We are not a completely combat oriented group, but we like to keep it safe. For the most part, our base of operations is private and off-limits, but there are many exceptions. We are not a mercenary group, but if there is a large threat that is hostile to almost all factions, we will take action.
We work for the benefit of society and the community, not for ourselves. You can contact us at the garage or our general frequency; 107.2
>COMPUTECH INDUSTRIES UNIFIED OPERATING SYSTEM >COPYRIGHT COMPUTECH INDUSTRIES >IMPUTED BY USER; ADMINISTRATOR
If you're wondering why there is only two ranks, it's because we are avoiding elitism and 'duties' are given to people ICly.[/color]
Partners:
Spoiler for Hiden:
You have been assigned a partner. This partner is to be with you at all times when on duty, if you are spotted alone, without a valid reason, you will be punished. Your partner is your lifeline, they die, you die. Never leave your partner behind, no matter what.
ALPHA Joanna Sinbow Paul Haynes Dallas Marston BRAVO 'Foxtrot' Jason Led
CHARLIE Jon Geayman Dimitri Sergeivich Krustchev
DELTA 'Pyro' Eli Valeriden
Plans & Goals:
Spoiler for Hiden:
Filling up the ranks & Recruiting This is somewhat of a must. Currently, we only have a few members. The more members we have, the better chance we have at actually accomplishing other tasks.
Securing the Stronghold & the area around it Once this is accomplished, we can take our mind off safety and look towards other tasks.
Outlands investigation & Conflict resolving All operatives will be working on investigating and resolving issues within the Outlands. Either it's a conflict between two people or an antlion nest.
Mental State: Mentally stable, learned that death is death, that you can't do anything about it. Physical State: Physically strong, somewhat malnourished, no right arm.
Background: Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn was born in the United States of America, he was later evacuated into Eastern Europe. He was moved into the Canals. He was the average newcomer, defenseless. This would soon change as he became battle-hardened. He learned to adapt to the environment at a young age. He would soon create molotovs using: some spare empty beer bottles, the junk cars around him for gasoline, and cloth from old furniture. Fire would soon become his greatest hobby. He used a molotov to distract a hunter as he got away. He helped kill an evil vortiguant with another. During his times at the Canals, he was a loner, he loved the Clinic however, but was never in it. He used these until he moved to the Mountains. The trip there was horrendous, there were OTA Units everywhere. As they passed what is currently The Inn, he spotted an OTA Unit. He quickly chucked his molotov in there, relieving the ride of heavy AR2 fire. Later, there was a massive uncontrollable zombie. The zombie had injured many resistance members, this had to end. He attacked the zombie, stopping it in it's path with a molotov, it escorted itself around by car roof to car roof inside the dim tunnel. The group of Nick and two others chased the mutant into a corner. Nick hopped onto a nearby rooftop, aiming his gun at the mutant. He looked away for a split second, the zombie attacked. It lunged at Nick, grabbing onto him, pulling him off the car top. He landed with a thud, the mutant on top of him. The zombie ripped off Nick's right arm as it started gnawing on it. The log-rolled the zombie below him, using his knife to cut the zombie's head off. Nick was rendered unconscious from the blood loss without his arm. Dallas Marston had patched him up, he woke up later in the Alliance Bunker, "Where was I?", he asked. Later, him and Jon Geayman had discussed a new weaponry to fit his one arm. He remembered how much he loved fire and couldn't use his molotovs. Nick designed a new flamethrower, with a shotgun, some alcohol, gasoline, and a spray can. He was invited to the Clinic. Later he met Joanna, the love of his life. One time they were sleeping, as The Elder, the vortiguant leader, randomly attacked them. Nick stumbled for his shotgun, but could not reach it in time. The vortiguant hit them both, harming Joanna, but killing Nick. Nick was currently 'dead'. He did have some life left in him, the shock put him in a coma and in dangerous life conditions. Two vortiguants dug him up, and revived him. Later, he fought The Elder alongside the vortiguants, The Elder was killed. Much further on, after many events happened, the Clinic was a mess, he decided to leave after this, it was one of his best decisions. Nick had realized that there were more casualties among the resistance members fighting each other, rather than the combine. He established the Stronghold with his wife, Joanna. The Stronghold flourished, bringing in attention very quickly. He founded members, at first it was Nick, Joanna, and Dallas. Then, he recruited more people in. His recruitments were tough, but he wanted to be sure he had people he could trust with his life in the group. Currently, the Stronghold is a policing force, neutral to all other groups, they mostly reside in the abandoned house.
Steam Name: ty122096 / Tyler Age: Fifteen How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): Four to Five Years How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: Three to Two Years
Character Section
Authorization(s): Ability to create, refill, and utilize a handmade flamethrower.
Name: Nick 'Pyro' Sandborn Age: Twenty-one Gender: Male Affiliation: None
Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. 'Pyro' was always a pyromaniac. He loved to create fires that caused destruction. Through his life he had created many fires by obtaining gasoline from old vehicles and oil spills. Later on, he had begun to make molotovs for defense. During an OTA Raid, he even used one to distract a hunter and make it safely away. He was now convinced that fire could solve almost anything. He had rarely used his shotgun, using molotovs and other fire-based weapons instead. He would become almost a master in pyrotechnics. Recently, he had engaged in an epic zombie fight which he used one of his many molotovs. In this fight, he had ended up losing his best, right arm. He had talked to Jon Geayman, who had helped him stabilize his injury, about how he couldn't use his shotgun and molotovs anymore. Although 'Pyro' is not the most creative one, they got into a discussion about modifying his shotgun to fit his one arm. He then remembered that he could not use molotovs anymore with only one arm. Jon Geayman said he could use a matchlighter on the end of his shotgun instead. He loved fire so much, that an idea shot up instantly in his head from the matchlighter with the shotgun. Jon Geayman said he could easily reduce the length of the barrel to ideally fit his one arm situation. 'Pyro' had thought that if they had reduced the shotgun length, and somehow acquired the needed parts to reinforce the shotgun barrel, attach his old lighter to the beginning of the barrel , and use alcohol in a spray paint can to propel and emphasis the flame on the end. he could do it. This would take quite time to produce, and with his protectiveness, he would not let lend it to anyone, or even create another one. Of course, he would also have to somehow get and depend on a prosthetic to be able to use the flamethrower.
What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects? Perks -Ability to create a flamethrower -Ability to use a flamethrower -Ability to refill a flamethrower
Defects -Search for gasoline -Very crude machine, multiple failures -Very heavy and awkward to carry around -Loses shotgun
What do you plan to do with these perks/defects? I plan to utilize the flamethrower as a main weapon for defensive purposes, and only offensive purposes if appropriate in events.
Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s)) No.
Which server does this apply for? Outlands
Extra Notes (optional): The reason I reposted this was because I was un-PermaKilled because of a vortigaunt revival authorized by Raiden. I was never accepted or denied, so I wasn't sure if I had to wait to repost.
OA and its unpredictability causes many server crashes, way too frequently. Instead of addressing OA's crashing problem, it would be much easier to just set up a server auto-restarter. I would not be as annoyed as I am when the server spontaneously crashes, as long as it restarts soon after. This next day thing is just atrocious. I'm not sure if Rofl directly hosts the servers himself, or has someone else do it... But I was searching around and I discovered this: http://tinyurl.com/7fsneps . ServerChecker on the other hand communicates directly with the server the same way a player would, so if the server doesn't respond to user queries it will get restarted. On top of that, ServerChecker is completely free.
TL;DR: Server Auto-Restarter Instead of Waiting BTW, sorry for the raging. -Tyler
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