Laurence Black's Authorization Application

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Player Section

Steam Name: Kronos

Age: 16

How long have you been Roleplaying? (can be any game): 3-4 years (?)

 How long have you been playing Serious GMod RP?: 2-3 years (?)

Character Section

Authorization(s):
1 Glock Model 17
1 Standard Issue Riot Kevlar (Prison Guard)
1 Blue Jumpsuit
1 Tactical Knife
Crip Gang Knowledge

Name: Laurence Black

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Affiliation: Rebellious

Write a detailed in-canon back-story how your character obtained these authorizations. 

The Days

Spoiler for Hiden:

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob3ktDxAjWI" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob3ktDxAjWI</a>

“Aye yo Daryl, you got some cash bruh?” asked Laurence.

“Yea man, got forty” said Daryl.

“Ight dog, let’s bounce to Donald’s bruh” said Laurence.

“Ight man” said Daryl.

The two then swiftly lifted their bodies off the hot Texan concrete, walking towards the heat emitting street. Their blue sneakers and blue tank- top t-shirt blaze in the sun, sweat gathered on their backs. Their bandanas hung out of their sagging pants, blue boxers following. Laurence, a six foot and deeply darkened skin male who’s muscular structure is advanced, but is not superior to all. His arrogance knows no bounds and his ignorance to the safety of others surpasses all. Without his gang at his side, Laurence would be dead or in Prison serving a death sentence.  Either way, his life would’ve ended long before he would expect it to. But he still stands, walking beside his greatest ally in the hot Texas sun in a neighborhood filled with gangs.
 
“Damn mane, it’s hot as fuck” said Laurence.

“I know bruh, we gotta keep this game up so we can get some wheels” said Daryl.

“Yea man, paint ‘dat shit blue ‘n black. Oo boy you got a hot ass ride right there!” exclaimed Laurence.

Daryl nodded, and smiled in the bright Texas sun as they both continued onwards down the street to McDonalds. The two looked to their right and fixed their eyes on a small group of white males who bore swastika tattoos and SS letters on their forearms and hands. The white males glared at the two with wide, devilish grins. Daryl and Laurence slightly curled their fists and continued to stare at the white males. In an act of patience Daryl grabbed Laurence’s shoulder reassuringly. Daryl then leans in close to Laurence and began to whisper into his ear.

“Aye mane, don’t worry ‘bout dem. They just ignant.”
 
Laurence soon nodded and faced forward whilst continuing his walk towards McDonalds. As they walked towards the end of the street, they spotted an old prostitute whose clothing was tattered and worn. She then spotted Daryl and Laurence, whom of which quickly turned away from the woman. The prostitute sped walked over to the two with her purse by her side. When she was five feet away from the two, she then yelled,

“Hey boys! This pussy needs some tenderin’! I know yawls want to beat it up!”

Laurence looked towards Daryl with a curved mouth, his eyebrow raised and his face displaying a sign of awkwardness and discomfort. Dante looked back towards Laurence with the same expression. They then turn their expression back towards the prostitute, whose hair was mangled and teeth missing whilst rotting. Her eyes were yellowed and her wrinkled skin was heavily ashy. The two involuntarily cringed at the old prostitute and stepped back two steps. Laurence then said,

“Nah, we good. We jus’ gon’ get somethin’ to eat.”

The prostitute then widened her grin and casually stepped forward towards the two males. She then leaned forward and kept her chest up in an attempt to expose her sagging breast. She said,

“Mhm. I got somethin’ you can eat!”

The two males then cocked back their heads and quickly faced towards the crossroad. Luckily the electric sign displayed “WALK” and the two sped walked across the white painted road. The prostitute still yelled at them as they walked at an even quicker pace. Her words were uncomprehend-able and slurred, so the two simply continued to ignore her. Soon enough, she walked away down the street still muttering slurred phrases. The two finally reached the fast food restaurant called McDonalds and walked inside as they basked in its cool air conditioned atmosphere. The two then fashionably walked up to the counter, their blue attire still heavily revealing. The cashier, a young African American woman who looked to be in her mid-20’s, looked at the two males with slight concern. She swallowed her fears and courageously asked the two males…..

“Hi, welcome to McDonalds what can I get you?”

Laurence stepped up to the counter and placed his hands near the cash register while he playful said,
 
“Ha, girl I ain’t gonna do nothin’ to ya. I just wanna Big Mac meal wit’ extra onions and extra sauce.”

The Cashier gave an embarrassed smile and nodded as she went to the back and spoke to the cook. Laurence then asked Daryl,

“You want somethin’ from here mane?”

   Daryl simply shook his head with his bottom lip poked out and dug his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a crisp, fresh twenty dollar bill and handed it outwards to Laurence. He took the money and nodded to him as he turned back towards the Cash Register. He noticed the female was still talking to the cook, so he gave a small smile and leaned forward and placed his hand on the “Eject” button of the cash register. He then pressed down on the button and let the bottom of the cash register open. The woman whipped around on the edge of her heels and stared dead into the eyes of Laurence. He then placed the twenty into the cash register sloppily and slammed it shut, all while looking at the young female Cashier. He then said with slight laughter,

“Keep the change.”

   The Cashier continued to look at him with astonishment while automatically walking towards the cash register. She soon snapped out of her trance towards Laurence and attempted to continue her work, still dumbfounded at the situation that had occurred. A McDonald’s employee came from the back with a bag in hand and placed it on the counter whilst he shouted,

“Order 66!”

Laurence gave an upwards nod to the male and walked towards the counter and reached for his bag. He grabbed the top and the empty cup placed beside it. He placed the cup underneath the ice machine in the center of the soda machine and compressed on the lever as he watched the ice spill into the cup. Laurence then browsed the selection of soft drinks and juices carefully. He chose a Sprite and Fruitopia mix and slowly shook the cup around to carefully mix the reddish drink completely. He reached for a lid and grabbed the medium sized lids to match the width of the top of the cup. He pressed down on the lid and sealed it around the lid of the cup while he stuck the straw into the small opening on the top of the lid. He wrapped his lips around the straw and sucked the sweet liquid into his throat while he looked at Dante. He then released his lips from the straw and asked him,
 
“You ready bruh?”
 
     Daryl then said,

“Pssh, let’s get the fuck outta here.”
   Laurence nodded and proceeded to exit the store behind Daryl, both walking down the street of which they were just at. As they continued, they noticed that the hooker was talking with another patron in a black pick-up truck. The two slightly laughed and continued onwards down the street and passed into their gang’s territory. They noticed the blue graffiti markings on the local shop walls and the blue stars sprayed poorly on traffic signs. They both laughed moderately as they continued down the street, food in hand. Laurence then looked to his left and noticed that only two of the swastika bearing men, yet the two men held up a devilish smile as the two continued down the street. Instead of letting Laurence and Dante walk down the street peacefully, the two heavily tattooed males sauntered in front of them and boasted their decently sized chest in front of the Laurence and Dante. They mockingly said,

“What is up home boys? Where y’all headed to?”

Laurence curled his bottom lip in slightly and squinted his eyes down at the man he towered over, his large chest boasted towards the man’s neck.  He then said,

“None of your motherfuckin’ business.”

The white male looked at Laurence with his eyes squinted and his jaw moving as if he was chewing on a tobacco wad. He then spat on the ground, merely inches away from Laurence’s feet. He glanced at the McDonalds bag for a second and then fixated his focus back onto Laurence’s meaty neck and chest.  The white male then attempted to smack the bag of food from Laurence’s hand. The force from his hand caused his middle finger to rupture the bag which caused a hole to form, thus emptying the contents of the bag onto the street corner. Laurence looked down towards the spilled food and calmly let go of the top of the bag.  It floated with the wind into the middle of the street followed by the scattered Big Mac burger and French Fries. Laurence took one deep breath in and one deep exhale. He then calmly said,

“Well, we can talk about this in the Alley over there.”

   Laurence pointed towards a long, deep alley located to their left. The white male continued to look downwards to it with a large smile and soon walked down the alley with his companion close behind him whilst looking back at Laurence. Laurence transfixed his focus from the alley to the man’s eyes within seconds. He stopped pointing and followed behind the two white males, Daryl close behind him. As the two pairs progressed, Laurence spotted a trash can with its lid slightly ajar. He silently maneuvered his hand over the handle and carefully lifted it from the can. He walked up close behind the boasting white male and as soon as he turned around, Laurence smashed the can into his temple. Daryl soon sprinted and charged towards the second male, pinning him against the wall.  Laurence threw a couple punches towards the disoriented white male and threw him towards the ground. Daryl received a hit to the jaw from the second white male and fell to the ground. The second white male positioned himself on top of Daryl and placed his knee on his neck. Laurence turned around and saw that Daryl was in distress. He then reached for his concealed weapon that was hidden in the waistband of his pants under his shirt since the morning.  He placed it on the neck of the white male on top of Daryl and placed his finger on the trigger. He sternly said,

“Get off.”

   The white male slowly raised his hands and stood up to his feet while he faced away from Laurence. While Laurence focused on the second white male, the first white male started making a mad dash away from Laurence and Daryl. He made it all the way to the other end of the alley way and turned right, disappearing from view. Laurence then removed the gun from the white male’s neck and pointed it towards the air. He compressed the trigger twice quickly and fired off two booming shots into the air while he pushed the white male away from himself and Daryl. The white male then seized the opportunity and made a quick dash across the street. Laurence extended his hand while looking downwards towards Daryl. Daryl shamefully looked up towards Laurence and grabbed hold of his hand. Laurence pulled Daryl up towards him and brushed the dirt off of his back. In the distance, sirens could be heard along with tires squealing along the black tarmac. The two then quickly ran towards the opposite direction of the sound, but the attempt was soon failed as a police cruiser pulled up and blocked the other entrance of the alley. Two officers busted out of the cruiser with their weapons in hand while they shouted,

“Hands in the air! Now!”

That Change

Spoiler for Hiden:

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23Vdfip2cUw" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23Vdfip2cUw</a>
The Texas State Penitentiary, the pen, the big house, prison. It comes in different names, but serves the same purpose, similar to that of the Christian deity of evil, Satan. It is a bad place, like Satan is a bad deity. It holds in those who have mistaken and punishes them with guards….or with the prisoners themselves, just like hell. Sooner or later, Laurence will find out how close this connection will be.
   
The Judge in the silent courtroom suddenly slammed his gavel and then brought a small stack of papers from a tray next to his desk to his sight and laid them in front of him. He applied his reading glasses from around his neck and slowly opened his mouth. He wet his lips one last time and said,

“Laurence Black. On the date of July the first, you are hereby found guilty on one count of Unlawful Possession of an Unlicensed Legal Firearm, one count of Possession of an illegal substance with intent to distribute, and one count of Unlawful discharge of a legal weapon. You are sentenced to two years and six months in prison with the possibility of parole.”

   Laurence, shackled around his wrists and ankles connected by a single chain that runs down his orange jumpsuit, looked down and slowly shook his head. The guards then grabbed both of his arms and began to walk him towards the door located to the right of the judge’s desk. As he walked, he looked over his shoulder only to see his sister’s face covered by her hands as tears streamed down her chocolate cheeks. He quickly turned around and faced back towards the door as it is opened by a third guard. He stepped inside of the pale corridor with holding cells on both sides and he briefly looked towards Daryl who was located on the holding cell to his right. He then slowly shook his head towards him and faced forward once more. They continued to walk down the depressive hallway and came unto a heavily metal plated door. The guards whispered in a low tone into their radios briefly, then switched their radios off. The door then slowly opened and revealed a place lined with armor plated tan doors that had what appeared to be shatter proof glass near the top. As they walked forward, they suddenly jerked Laurence to the right and escorted him down the jail cell lined walk way. The two guards then stopped in front of an empty jail cell. The guard to Laurence’s right then leans forward slightly towards his ear and whispers,

"You got lucky. Usually there are more than two to a cell here.”

   The two guards then pulled out their handcuff release keys and un-cuffed his ankles and removed the chain linking cuffed wrists to his now un-cuffed ankles. Laurence ignored the male and simply went inside of his new cell. He heard the doors close behind him and he calmly placed his wrists on the edge of a latch located a couple inches below the window on the door. He knocked on it with his right index finger and the guards set their keys inside of the slot. They opened the latch and grabbed hold of Laurence’s wrist with force. Laurence slightly cringed as they grabbed his wrists, but his face soon relaxed as they slid the key into the handcuff key hole.  His cuffs jolted open and slid off of his wrist. Cool air beat against his reddened wrist and Laurence sighed with slight relief. The guards then quickly slammed the latch shut and stuffed their iron keys into the key hole. Laurence closed his eyes as the guards lock the latch. He then slowly sat on his bed and began to lean back towards the pillow. He rolled his covered eyes towards the back of his head and drifted onwards to what seemed to be an eternal slumber.

Forever

Spoiler for Hiden:

<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufqupbw3QeU" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufqupbw3QeU</a>

Eleven months pass as Laurence remains in the lonesome Prison filled with convicts and low lives. His emotional balance has become flawed as he witnessed the multiple assaults, murders, rapes, and acts of corruption in the prison. Yet, he covered it without letting a single fraction of it be shown. How did he cover it? He was the main cause of it. He did not like what he did, but to avoid being the victim, he had to do it. It was kill or be killed in the Prison, and it was slowly beginning to transform Laurence’s normal state of mind. He no longer spoke with street lingo, but that of an educated man. His personality became more charismatic as he rallied people together under one belief through manipulation. He would promise one group one thing whilst giving them something similar. He was changing. He was changing to someone that he’s never met before. And what of Daryl you ask? Well, how else would he gain the trust of the prison cell members but to end a snitch? His friend’s blood may have been on his hands, but it meant nothing to him for he has one friend that means more to him than his own prison reputation, and prison reputation means the possibility of living through your jail sentence.  That young man’s name is Dante, but he’s nowhere in sight and Laurence would need him more than ever in this situation. But that prayer won’t be answer this day, or for those to come…..until the day that it happened. The change, the signal of our greatest fear.
   

   A loud and thunderous sound that shook the ground of Laurence’s cell erupted from the back of the prison. A loud alarm followed by the jail cell doors sliding open on electronic motors came with the explosion. Laurence jumped from his cot while rubbing his eyes from a restless sleep and immediately ran out of his cell only to see utter chaos at its fullest. With hazy sight, he saw a sea of orange moving about the bottom floor of the jail, engulfing tables and chairs. It was nothing but a swarm of people climbing and crushing each other in an attempt to run towards the now wide open doors that lead to freedom. Little did the frantic convicts know that something had been waiting for them outside of the prison, but that is for later on in the experience. Laurence saw an open opportunity for a quick escape and decided to run to his right down the empty walk way. He spotted a guard surrounded by a pool of blood. He was apparently stabbed to death along the facial region and neck region, mainly in the jugulars. The body was luckily fully clothed from head to toe, only missing what appeared to be a rifle as only a rifle strap remained around his chest. As Laurence moved towards the body, several shots rang out behind him from the bottom of the jail cell. The shots were most likely caused by the one who wields the security guard’s missing rifle, thought Laurence. He shrugged it off and continued to lean forward towards the security guard. He grabbed hold of the body and began to drag it to a check point towards the end of the prison. The Station door was wide open and he simply dragged the body in with him, his ass leading them into the room first. He shut the door with his left foot and dropped the body on the ground. He used his right hand and twisted the lock shut, only to look to his right on the table and spot a loaded Glock Model 17. He smiled briefly with both ends of his mouth reaching to his ears without a tooth showing. He quickly grabbed it and placed it on the side of his pants secured by his waistband. He then quickly unstrapped the Velcro strap Kevlar vest from the guard’s chest and slowly slid it above his arms and over his head. He then quickly slid it over his chest and grabbed hold of the pistol. A second thunderous boom was heard, but this time it was closer. Laurence knew he had only minimal time left, so he did the one thing he knew he would hate. He opened the door and poked his head out for around four seconds, and then he hastily brought it back in. He then raised the pistol out of the door and scurried to his left. He remained crouch as he made his way past the vast assortment of open jail door checkpoints. The lettering above one of the doors read “ISOLATION” as Laurence carefully sped through its entrance. He noticed on the ground floor there were “Punishment Cells” (which is prison lingo for “Isolation Cells”) lined along the wall with a sewer man hole like entrance. He then quickly sprinted towards the steps, only to stumble down them as another explosion occurred. This time, the rubble from the explosion flew from the hallway he had just come from. He then immediately rushed towards one of the slightly ajar manhole like cells and slid in, grabbing on to the sides of the entrance as he pulled it over himself. The cell was no wider than his shoulders and smelled of dust and urine. It was hell in its purest manifestation. He could see his own breath inside of the “Cell” as he attempted to calm his breathing.  Another earth throbbing boom caused the solid concrete walls of his cell to shake. This time, heavy footsteps followed it. Laurence put his ear up to the man hole like cell and began to hear what sounded like distorted voice and radio feedback. He sank back into his hole silently and slowly in an attempt to make as little noise as possible. The sound of metal moving from empty spaces and being thrown onto the floor which made a sound similar to that of a manhole dropping on the ground echoed throughout the bottom floor of the jail cell. The sound began to get closer and closer and Laurence sank further and further into his cell. His heart raced as the sound began to slowly reach him. Finally, the last manhole was flung out of its original position. Laurence slowly closed his eyes as a single tear began to stream out of his eye. He placed his hands together with the palms connecting as he began to move them above his head. He then started to say silent prayers to himself reassuringly. He said,

“God, I know I’ve done some messed up things in the past. But can you forgive me? I only ask for you to forgive me. That is all I ask Father God. A…….Amen.”

   He then opened his eyes with acceptance and exhaled deeply. Three thick gloved fingers dug their way into the holes of the manhole, nearly dwarfing the holes themselves. It began to lift and reveal the light onto his eyes. It blinded him, but he knew what was to come. The manhole then dropped suddenly whilst wobbling around the rim of the entrance and sent a high pitched ringing noise throughout the small shoulder width cell. Several close and large explosions occurred close to their general location. Laurence is stunned with shock and simply sits in the cell with his mouth gaped open. Several minutes passed and he once again closes his eyes, slipping into another deep sleep. As his eyes rested, he heard slight commotion above him. He then felt a lifting sensation around his shoulders and a rough sensation on his feet, as if being dragged. He then slightly opened his eyes to a hazy image of a slightly smoke and ash sky mixed with its natural baby blue color and white clouds. What appeared to be a human head hovered over him briefly as he heard a muffled voice say,

“He’s stable, take him to the Convoy. We’re heading back.”

   Laurence then slightly raised his head and grabbed onto the man’s shoulder weakly. He pulled him down carefully towards his mouth saying,

“W-Where are we going?”

The man simply replied to Laurence,
“This is a convoy; we’re taking you to Eastern Europe. It is far away from this place.”
      Laurence exhaled deeply and laid back on the back of a large pickup truck. Several engines roar through the air and the convoy filled with vehicles move forward through the now destroyed backlands of Houston and made their way towards the docks, which would only take around ten minutes.

   Moments later, Laurence was awoken with a large splash of cold water that met his face with force and ran down his stomach. He quickly opened his eyes and gazed upon an open dock with the blue sky ahead of him and an olive green ocean below the pier. The man then said,

“C’mon, wake up. I have shit to tell you.”

   Laurence remained silent and slowly sat up as he began to sit on the edge of the truck bed. The man then walked up a bit closer and opened his satchel. He revealed a small map containing multiple geographical outlooks and multiple hills and one gaping valley. The man then sternly pointed his finger onto the deep valley and said with a tough tone,

“You’ll be going there. Three men will guide you to the edge of it. When I mean the edge, I mean the edge. You’ll be able to see the occupation where you’re goin’ boyo.”

   The man then pointed towards what appeared to be a small submarine and three men occupying the top of the submarine. All three were cladded down in black Kevlar and medium sized submachine guns. Laurence pushed himself off the truck bed, still slightly in shock from the sudden flash of water, and proceeded to walk towards them. The man quickly grabbed onto Laurence's shoulder and stopped him in his tracks. He then unholstered his dulled tactical knife and handed it handel side towards Laurence and nodded to him. He then continued onwards towards the group of males. As he proceeded, he looked over his shoulder at the man and put his index finger and his middle side by side in the air, splitting them off as he said,

“Deuces.”

He turned back and headed towards the submarine, of which will begin his true journey. His true destiny. His true future.

What will these authorizations give your character in regards to perks or defects?

Perks
+Protection due to Weapon Provided
+Mild Protection due to Kevlar
+Multiuse Tactical Knife
+Crip Gang Knowledge serves as a slight strategic buffer.

Defects
-Glock has minor ironsights misconfiguration.
-Kevlar can only deflect 9mm's from mid-range to long-range
-Tactical Knife is dull
-Blue Jumpsuit attracts attention
-Crip Gang Knowledge serves no real purpose when it comes to charasmatic behavior and social activity.

What do you plan to do with these perks/defects?

I will hopefully level out the field of white knights to dark knights and to provide a more realistic and difficult barrier to players who just arrived to the Outlands for the first time. I also hope to at least provide some type of competition for the cladded and heavily armored White Knights. Other details will not be released to prevent metagame.

Will anyone else need these auths? (If so, list OOC and IC name(s))

Tray is making an auth that has IC ties to this one.

Which server does this apply for?
Outlands

Extra Notes (optional):

I have the go ahead from Stauta and Khubs to make an authorization for these items.
Statua requested that if it is accepted, I have a USP Match that is on semi auto and that the Kevlar be Strictly IC.

[Dallas]

I have no problem with this authorization but... both the glock and kevlar violate the rules of authorization applications. I'm not sure if everyone just suddenly forgot but I do think we should at least be trying to uphold these. Other than those two, I see no issue and I support this application.

[Sexy Frog]

I have no problem with this authorization but... both the glock and kevlar violate the rules of authorization applications. I'm not sure if everyone just suddenly forgot but I do think we should at least be trying to uphold these. Other than those two, I see no issue and I support this application.

I don't think the kevlar violates rules. You're probably thinking of resistance vests, which are totally different.

[Dallas]

I have no problem with this authorization but... both the glock and kevlar violate the rules of authorization applications. I'm not sure if everyone just suddenly forgot but I do think we should at least be trying to uphold these. Other than those two, I see no issue and I support this application.

I don't think the kevlar violates rules. You're probably thinking of resistance vests, which are totally different.

Huh... It would seem the rule is no longer there. I do recall people being denied on such grounds in the past. Disregard the kevlar then.

[Airborne1st]

I'm okay with it, but as for the USP Match that statua allegedly requested, I'm not okay with you having both a Glock 17 and and USP Match. You can have either/or. Also, how much ammo did you plan to have in terms of clips?

[[LP]GMK-MRL]

I'm okay with it, but as for the USP Match that statua allegedly requested, I'm not okay with you having both a Glock 17 and and USP Match. You can have either/or. Also, how much ammo did you plan to have in terms of clips?

The USP match is supposed to serve as the Glock 17. I'm not supposed to have both.

In terms of ammo, I would have around 9 bullets left.
Post Auto-Merged: February 20, 2013, 04:32:17 PM

I have no problem with this authorization but... both the glock and kevlar violate the rules of authorization applications. I'm not sure if everyone just suddenly forgot but I do think we should at least be trying to uphold these. Other than those two, I see no issue and I support this application.

Also I did ask about the Glock and explained my reasoning for applying for one to Stauta and he said make a convincing backstory on how I obtained it and it has to be a USP match set on semi auto if this application gets accepted.

As for the Kevlar, it's strictly IC, no models and no OOC items for it.

EDIT: Changed the you to an I that was located after how.

[Airborne1st]

If no one has any objections in the next 24 72 hours, I'll accept this.

[Anzu]

You can apply for non-scripted weapons. Scriped weapons we never give due to applications.

Airborne, dont you think you should wait for more supports before accepting? You have 1 support, besides yourself..

[Airborne1st]

You can apply for non-scripted weapons. Scriped weapons we never give due to applications.

Airborne, dont you think you should wait for more supports before accepting? You have 1 support, besides yourself..

We have a list that's growing every day of auth apps. I like to get them process within 3 days max if possible. This isn't completely unreasonable.

He mentioned he had the okay from statua and khub to apply for these items. Khub is a hl2rp SA also.

[Anzu]

"Go ahead" to make an application does not mean they support it. It means that they allow him to make one for this.

[Airborne1st]

"Go ahead" to make an application does not mean they support it. It means that they allow him to make one for this.

But that's what I said. He had the okay to apply for the items, which means they felt this could an exception to the "No actual gun" rule, therefore I won't deny it on those grounds.

I guess 24 hours is fairly short notice though. Disregard that.

[Anzu]

Ill finish reading it when I wake up later (~8/9hrs) and i'll give my say in it then.

[Anzu]

Done reading, I like the backstory. Support from me, aswell.

You wouldnt be having too much ammo, though.

[Airborne1st]

Yeah each time you fire the weapon, remember to lose a bullet and you said you'd only have 9.

[Khub]

With my support it's already majority of the SA's, so it's probably accepted.
Anybody next who wants to voice their opinion has something about 24 hours to do so.

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Nobody else voiced their opinion, and you already got support of the administration team's majority.
Accepted, enjoy your new auths.