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    posted a message on [On Hold][1.5.1][Roleplay]THE MANHATTAN PROJECT - FALLOUT ROLEPLAYING|GUNS|BOOZE|CHEMS|FACTIONS
    Sup, yo.

    I have waited for quite a long time on the other thread to receive an affirmation and server details, but alas, I received no final response. Dual denied me because I did not say anything about how 'frugal' I was, and after fixing it, I made a new post, which got the following response:

    Quote from Blfngl

    I would've accepted you, but Dual denied you once (I think :P ) so he probably wants to read over your app.


    So, without farther-a-do, I give you my application.

    OOC -
    IGN: DgtheGreat
    Gender: Male
    Age: 16
    Have you read the rules: Yes, I have. I'm moderately frugal.
    Have you read the lore: I have read the lore included in this thread. I know a huge amount about Fallout lore itself.
    RP Expierence: Multiple Minecraft role-playing servers, Garry's Mod (Half Life Roleplay), DayZ (Survivor roleplay), ArmA 3 (Stratis Life roleplay servers).
    Fallout Expierence: Fallout One, Fallout Two, Fallout Three (All DLC's), Fallout: New Vegas (All DLC's). Over 400 hours in Fallout 3, and 92 hours in Vegas.
    Define Meta Gaming: Meta Gaming is when you know things that your never found out about in the game. An example of this would be knowing where a hidden chest is based on what you read on the internet, without you finding it out in-game using your character.
    Define Power Gaming: Power Gaming is when your character has some sort of overpowered ability that shouldn't be obtainable. For example, jumping eighty feet in the air and being fine once you hit the ground.

    IC -
    Name: Joshua Rasberry
    Gender: Male
    Age: 37
    Race: Caucasian (Tan)
    Appearance: 5' 11", Dark Brown hair, cut short. Wears an American adaptation of Chinese Stealth Armor used in the Great War. Slender build, but he has both good stamina and strength. Extremely light blue eyes, as if they are steel grey. They change colors occasionally.
    Signifying Traits: Talkative to those close to him, but is wary around strangers. Moderately deep, soothing voice, that calms those he is talking to. Has a freckle to the top right of his upper lip.
    Signifying Skills: Sneaky, charismatic (good liar), smart, improviser. Josh's stealth armor does nothing but help his already potent skill of sneaking around. When confronted, he can easily get out of the situation by using a mix of trickery, lies, and bullets. Josh isn't the smartest man on post-war Earth, but he knows his way around computers and other machines very well.

    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength- 5
    Perception-6
    Endurance- 7
    Charisma- 8
    Intelligence- 6
    Agility- 6
    Luck-2 (Josh doesn't believe in luck)




    RP Example



    As Joshua closes the door, he is now faced with almost impenetrable silence. He notices his breathing. In, and out. In, and out. Suddenly, there is an abrupt *CLANK* on the tiled metal floor. Boots. Definitely boots. Another clank, followed by another. He looks to his right, comforted by the friendly face near him. He's always been able to rely on Conner. As Joshua reaches in to his pocket, he pulls out his .45 pistol. A silencer, about 4 inches long, is fixed to the end of the barrel.

    "Let's see if this thing actually works," Josh says to Conner.
    "It should. Even though this is a different caliber, there shouldn't be any real difference."
    "Let's hope so."
    "I switch my silencer between my 9 and my 45 all the time; it'll be fine."

    Josh turns his gun around the wall, his arms pressed against the inside of the door as he turns his body on a mental pivot. He pulls the trigger as soon as the iron sights match up with the solder.

    One bullet, on kill. The soldier drops.
    Thump.

    "You would think," says Conner "that it would be harder to sneak on to Fort Lewis. I mean, normally a military base would be heavily guarded, right?"
    "Let's just thank the Lord that it ISN'T guarded. There, take his rifle. I'm sure it will be useful."

    Conner picks up the assault rifle with awe.

    "This is the first time I've ever held an advanced gun like this before..."
    "Isn't she a beauty? Four hundred years of American tweaking and revolutionizing, and this is what we have to show for it."
    "Make sure," Josh says sternly, "that you don't shoot unless they see us. Okay?"
    "Okay." Conner responds.

    The friends walk up to the next steel door.

    "It's locked," Conner says.
    "Not for long!" Josh responds with enthusiasm as he picks up a pack of C4 explosives. He packs it on the door, and the two hide behind the wall bordering the room they came from and where they currently are.

    An extremely loud explosion is met with both boys' ears ringing. The door is gone, and the two can easily see in to the next room

    "Wow! Look at this!" Conner exclaims in excitement
    "Ughh.. My head hurts from that bla-" Josh stops mid-sentence to look up at the most beautiful thing that he's ever seen.
    "What do you suspect that is, Josh?"
    "It... I don't know. I'll try it on."

    Josh takes the suit of black armor off of the stand it was so proudly displayed on. In it's orange visor he can see his own face.

    His hand slips, by accident hitting a white button on the built-in Pip-Boy.
    "WHOA! What just happened!" Josh says in surprise
    "It.. Disappeared! I see it, but it's, like, invisible!"
    "Umm, I, umm, I'm going to put it on."

    Josh slips his feet into the armor. His legs easily get into it, along with his upper body. It fits absolutely perfectly. He pulls the visor down over his face, leaving him looking like he is in some sort of space suit. Josh fiddles with the dials and buttons until he figures out how to turn on the stealth mode again.

    "This is amazing... This is so amazing... There is no way this can be real. Conner, am I dreaming? Are we dreaming?"
    "No, Josh. No. Let's just get what we can and get out of here. I don't want-"

    Gunshot. Josh, still in stealth, turns to see a 7.62 bullet fly across the room. It misses Conner by a fraction of an inch. Josh ducks down under a table, but Conner simply stares at the soldier. He pulls the trigger once more. A second feels like a minute. The bullet flies. It penetrates. Inside the victims head, the military grade bullet tumbles, leaving his brain in mush. No time to think. Must act.

    Josh points his gun at the man, his eyes widen at the sight of a seemingly floating gun. He has no reaction time. Two bullets through his body armor, and he's down.

    "Please... No... I was..." the man breaths heavily. He has two holes in his body armor, but neither bullet hit a vial organ. He should live.
    "They'll kill me... They'll kill me! NO! Don't take it! Please... No... I..." his voice fades into senseless mumbling.

    Josh turns to his fallen ally. Dead. Cold and hard. Dead, never to breath again. Never to bask in sunlight, feel the cool rush of water, and never to have the pleasure of being with Josh. He's gone, never to return.

    He walks over to the man, still breathing heavy. Josh slowly points the gun at the man's only exposed point, below his head. As Josh pushes the gun into the bottom of his chin, the soldier moves his head back.

    "Please..."
    One quick, sharp, sound. A 'pew' of sorts. The man is gone now, just like his friend. Perhaps if he had talked to them a better end would have came out of this.

    Josh knows what he has to do. He has to leave. He turns stealth mode off. Josh takes the dead soldier's assault rifle, and the ammunition off of Conner and both soldiers. He finds several .45 magazines and a better silencer on a shelf in the back of the room.

    He opens the door, .45 in it's holster assault rifle in his hands. He walks straight, not moving any part of his body but his legs. His face is straight, and it's fixed in an expression of hate.

    "Hey! You! Stop, there!"
    A soldier turns to walk up to Josh.
    "Oh, sorry. Let me give you my ID."
    The soldier drops his gun and puts it behind his back to check what he thinks is Josh's ID card.
    Joshua pulls his .45 out, shoots him in the abdomen, moves up, shoots him under his chin. The man falls to the ground.
    Thump.

    Stealth mode on, Josh speeds up to a jog, then a run. Around the building, to the wall. The same wall where Conner cut the power wire so they could jump over it without being electrocuted. Josh climbs the wall and runs in to the forest, presumably safe from the soldiers at the base.

    The only base. The only base with missile interceptors lined on the outside. Eighty of them, lined perfectly to defend from anything a country dumb enough to attack might throw at it.

    Josh slows back down to walking speed. He fiddles with the Pip-Boy until he finds some information about the suit and it's origins.

    Supposedly it's Chinese stealth armor, used in the Great War. The owner of one was killed, and his armor taken. With the Chinese variant of the Pip-Boy taken out, and the newest version of American assistance equipment was installed. The suit comes complete with a backwards American flag on the shoulder.

    It's backwards because America has never lost a war, but have we now? Did we win this war? There are no winners in an atomic war says the wise man, but I say nay.

    All are winners in a nuclear war. We simply finished the inevitable before it happened later. Because; war?

    War never changes.




    Biography



    Josh was raised in Washington. Tacoma, Washington.

    Born December 10, 2253.

    His past family, originally from both Tennessee and Arkansas, still keep their Southern traditions and morals. From times past, his ancestors were from England, Scotland and Russia. His family had members that fought in every war the United States had. From World War One, to Vietnam, to assisting France in the Euro-Middle Eastern war, to the Great War. His great, great, grandfather earned a Medal of Honor in Saudi Arabia when he saved four companies of Germans and French from a nuclear weapon by defusing the bomb himself, with no backup. He died shortly after defusing the weapon. Several Saudi soldiers came into the room, saw his American flag, and shot. They were simply following the rules of war. Josh held no grudge, he barely even knew his great grandfather. Or his papa. Or father. All had died before Josh had the chance to really know them.

    When he was still quite young, his family's bunker in Tacoma was raided. After the placed bomb went off, his home was left in tattered ruins. He hid in an air vent. Josh's entire family, along with his six and two year old sisters, were killed. He showed no sadness.

    Josh simply opened his safe, took his M1911, took a box of ammo, put on his clothes and pack and left.

    It was a surprise when Josh, on his way out of the irradiated city, found Conner (his best friend) with a group of ragtag potheads with pistols.

    Josh convinced Conner to leave the group and come with him, which is good, because Josh and Conner later found the group of four dead with a Yai guai standing over them, seeming as if was guarding their corpses. The two easily shot the beast and looted the men.

    They both decided to go to Joint Base Lewis McChord to see if any help was available. They went there only to be yelled at and threatened by guards at the gate. It was protected by about twenty soldiers and a tank. There's no way they were getting through there. The two went went around the base and found their way in. Inside, Josh lost his friend but made a new one.

    His stealth armor.

    After loosing his friend, he wandered from place to place, group to group. At one time he was even part of a city. Sadly, it was overrun by attacks by both raiders and Super Mutants.

    One day, he was met by a group of about six. They were making a caravan to the East Coast. Josh was promised riches and adventure, so how could he deny? The group, for three months, made their way to Massachusetts. At first by car, then Brahman. Their car broke down when some dumb ghouls messed up the car while the group was drinking.

    Eventually, they made their way to Massachusetts. They also found their way to the Pitt, as it was called.

    Josh would have never survived if it weren't for one group...

    The Enclave.

    Enclave soldiers rescued Josh just in time, but sadly, his caravan partners did not make it out alive. They told him great stories of how powerful they were, and they told him of other great factions, like Talon Company and the Brotherhood of Steel. They took him to Raven rock, their headquarters.

    Once Joshua got there, they tested his blood for contaminants. They did comprehensive tests on him. He was found to be clean.

    So the Enclave took him in as one of their own.

    President Richardson, **** Richardson, that is, gave Josh everything he wanted and more. Food, water, action, adventure, the list goes on and on. Great friends were made, and even greater relationships were formed between Josh and some of the female staff.

    Everything was perfect until the order came in. Two platoons of Enclave soldiers, including Josh, would be deployed to Manhattan. New York? Gone. Nothing but rubble. Manhattan was the only supposed area standing within 100 miles of New York.

    The group of fifty men arrived at their destination. They lost one man, but only to him falling off of a cliff. He fell asleep when he was supposed to be on watch. Even the most advanced armor on Earth can't protect you from a 300 foot fall. Josh felt sorry for the poor guy. Private Michaels was his name. Josh was not close friends with him, but he still knew him from the chats they would have on break.

    There is no way the group would have suffered only one loss without the help of Josh and his stealth suit. He snuck up behind enemies and killed their leaders. He planted bombs. Boom, pow, thump, dead.

    He was unstoppable. Josh earned multiple ribbons and medals from the Enclave high command.

    His group was unstoppable. Heavy laser cannons, laser rifles, technology only read about in books. Vertibirds. Josh knew the name of each and every soldier with him by the end of his journey.

    The group arrived at Manhattan. They were greeted by the Brotherhood of Steel.

    Rockets, explosions, fire.

    Vertibird down, Vertibird down! Alpha alpha, charlie golf delta, niner niner three!

    Sargent Rondalds, pilot.
    Private Bond, gunner.
    Private Ramirez, gunner.
    Sargent McMillain, amputated leg.

    All dead.

    Foot soldiers hit by the downed Vertibird. Foot soldiers hit by Brotherhood bullets. Foot soldiers hit by Enclave lasers. Panic, suppression, running, suppression, running some more, suppression. Casualties. Death. Dead. Gone.

    Josh has stealth mode on. Three soldiers, Brown, Marcus, and Miranda are following him. They can see his M1911 strapped to his side. Sargent Rasberry is the highest ranking person these people know is alive. The captain is dead. the lieutenant is dead. Private Marcus gets hit in the arm. Twice. He dies.

    The group ambushes four unaware brotherhood soldiers. No casualties.

    Brown, Miranda, and Rasberry move around the enemies' front lines, flanking them. They kill five more brotherhood soldiers, including a heavy gunner.

    Miranda is down, I repeat, Miranda is down. Leave him. We don't need him. Two goodbyes, and the two walk away. He bleeds out.

    "Should we just leave?" says Brown, "I mean, they outnumber us far too much. They ambushed us. They have the upper hand... And I-"
    "Shut up, will you, Brown?"
    "Really sir, we need to leave." Brown looks into the invisible visor where he knows Josh's eyes are. Joshua sees that he is scared, and he wants out. He feels the same way.
    "Okay. We leave. We can check back here tomorrow," Joshua says.
    "Thank God..."

    The two leave through the forest. One more brotherhood soldier spotted, and one more brotherhood soldier dead, on the ground. He shot, but missed Josh. The two loot his body. More ammunition for both of them, a candy bar, and a picture.

    The man had a wife and a child. How sad that he had to go.

    "Perhaps if he was on the right side we wouldn't have to have killed him," Brown says

    Brown and Rasberry walk to a large tree and collapse on to it. It's one in the morning.

    It's the next day. Josh yawns and stretches his hands to the sky.

    "Wake up, Brown... We need to get out of here."

    No answer.

    The soldier didn't miss. Brown was hit in his neck. He bled out in his sleep without even knowing it.

    "No, no, no... This isn't happening... Not again..." Josh says as he hits his head on the tree he slept on, and Brown died on.

    The tree Henry Brown, Private, with the Enclave five years, died upon. He had a girlfriend back at Raven Rock. A scientist, and a pretty one at that.

    Josh gets up, knowing that a new chapter to his life has just been opened. He walks with power. With might. He opens his visor, and looks at the world without an Amber tint.

    Grey. Brown. Dead.

    What does Manhattan look like, one may ask?

    Grey. Dark. Dead.

    What do the trees look like, one may ask?

    Grey. Dark. Dead.

    Joshua, after going through trial after trial, has a different pigment in his skin.

    Grey.

    Dark.

    Dead.





    I hope that you enjoyed my stories. I know plenty about Fallout lore, and some Saturdays I would just spend reading on the Fallout Wiki. The world of Fallout is so amazingly interesting to me. I love role playing, too. I especially love the Enclave. It's a shame that you couldn't join them in Fallout 3.

    Best regards,


    Joshua Rasberry

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    posted a message on [1.5.1] [Factions] [Custom Plugins] [PvP] Kirito Craft
    Welcome to Kirito Craft.

    Aside from our great staff and suburb programmers, we have custom plugins that can make even a 1v1 fight be heart-racing. Our class-based arena uses variable triggers to give two teams (red and blue) the option of three basic classes, along with many purchasable classes. Every time you kill a person, in the arena or in the wilderness, you gain two PvP points. When you die, you lose one. Simple, right? You can spend those PvP points on many things, from diamonds to new classes in the arena.

    The wilderness, too, has many surprises to offer. Ores are less spread out, and put into huge veins for strategic mining. We have more dungeons, more ore, and more danger. Build up your faction to become the ultimate group of either helpers or killers.


    Raid. Fight. Kill. Reap the rewards.
    Kirito Craft.


    To join us, use the following IP:
    KiritoCraft.no-ip.org



    For screenshots, visit this link: HERE
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project - Closed
    Quote from Blfngl

    Personally, I liked it. However, Dualmittens may have another opinion.


    Haha, thanks mate. I'm glad you liked it. I'm looking forward to seeing if I am accepted or not.. I've been checking every day. ^_^
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project - Closed
    Here you go, my original post along with my revised definitions. I hope you will find this as satisfactory, and look forward to (hopefully) playing on your server. Nice trailer, by the way!

    OOC -
    IGN: DgtheGreat
    Gender: Male
    Age: 16
    Have you read the rules: Yes, I have. I'm moderately frugal.
    Have you read the lore: I have read the lore included in this thread. I know a huge amount about Fallout lore itself.
    RP Expierence: Multiple Minecraft role-playing servers, Garry's Mod (Half Life Roleplay), DayZ (Survivor roleplay), ArmA 3 (Stratis Life roleplay servers).
    Fallout Expierence: Fallout One, Fallout Two, Fallout Three (All DLC's), Fallout: New Vegas (All DLC's). Over 400 hours in Fallout 3, and 92 hours in Vegas.
    Define Meta Gaming: Meta Gaming is when you know things that your never found out about in the game. An example of this would be knowing where a hidden chest is based on what you read on the internet, without you finding it out in-game using your character.
    Define Power Gaming: Power Gaming is when your character has some sort of overpowered ability that shouldn't be obtainable. For example, jumping eighty feet in the air and being fine once you hit the ground.

    IC -
    Name: Joshua Rasberry
    Gender: Male
    Age: 37
    Race: Caucasian (Tan)
    Appearance: 5' 11", Dark Brown hair, cut short. Wears an American adaptation of Chinese Stealth Armor used in the Great War. Slender build, but he has both good stamina and strength. Extremely light blue eyes, as if they are steel grey. They change colors occasionally.
    Signifying Traits: Talkative to those close to him, but is wary around strangers. Moderately deep, soothing voice, that calms those he is talking to. Has a freckle to the top right of his upper lip.
    Signifying Skills: Sneaky, charismatic (good liar), smart, improviser. Josh's stealth armor does nothing but help his already potent skill of sneaking around. When confronted, he can easily get out of the situation by using a mix of trickery, lies, and bullets. Josh isn't the smartest man on post-war Earth, but he knows his way around computers and other machines very well.

    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength- 5
    Perception-6
    Endurance- 7
    Charisma- 8
    Intelligence- 6
    Agility- 6
    Luck-2 (Josh doesn't believe in luck)


    RP Example


    As Joshua closes the door, he is now faced with almost impenetrable silence. He notices his breathing. In, and out. In, and out. Suddenly, there is an abrupt *CLANK* on the tiled metal floor. Boots. Definitely boots. Another clank, followed by another. He looks to his right, comforted by the friendly face near him. He's always been able to rely on Conner. As Joshua reaches in to his pocket, he pulls out his .45 pistol. A silencer, about 4 inches long, is fixed to the end of the barrel.

    "Let's see if this thing actually works," Josh says to Conner.
    "It should. Even though this is a different caliber, there shouldn't be any real difference."
    "Let's hope so."
    "I switch my silencer between my 9 and my 45 all the time; it'll be fine."

    Josh turns his gun around the wall, his arms pressed against the inside of the door as he turns his body on a mental pivot. He pulls the trigger as soon as the iron sights match up with the solder.

    One bullet, on kill. The soldier drops.
    Thump.

    "You would think," says Conner "that it would be harder to sneak on to Fort Lewis. I mean, normally a military base would be heavily guarded, right?"
    "Let's just thank the Lord that it ISN'T guarded. There, take his rifle. I'm sure it will be useful."

    Conner picks up the assault rifle with awe.

    "This is the first time I've ever held an advanced gun like this before..."
    "Isn't she a beauty? Four hundred years of American tweaking and revolutionizing, and this is what we have to show for it."
    "Make sure," Josh says sternly, "that you don't shoot unless they see us. Okay?"
    "Okay." Conner responds.

    The friends walk up to the next steel door.

    "It's locked," Conner says.
    "Not for long!" Josh responds with enthusiasm as he picks up a pack of C4 explosives. He packs it on the door, and the two hide behind the wall bordering the room they came from and where they currently are.

    An extremely loud explosion is met with both boys' ears ringing. The door is gone, and the two can easily see in to the next room

    "Wow! Look at this!" Conner exclaims in excitement
    "Ughh.. My head hurts from that bla-" Josh stops mid-sentence to look up at the most beautiful thing that he's ever seen.
    "What do you suspect that is, Josh?"
    "It... I don't know. I'll try it on."

    Josh takes the suit of black armor off of the stand it was so proudly displayed on. In it's orange visor he can see his own face.

    His hand slips, by accident hitting a white button on the built-in Pip-Boy.
    "WHOA! What just happened!" Josh says in surprise
    "It.. Disappeared! I see it, but it's, like, invisible!"
    "Umm, I, umm, I'm going to put it on."

    Josh slips his feet into the armor. His legs easily get into it, along with his upper body. It fits absolutely perfectly. He pulls the visor down over his face, leaving him looking like he is in some sort of space suit. Josh fiddles with the dials and buttons until he figures out how to turn on the stealth mode again.

    "This is amazing... This is so amazing... There is no way this can be real. Conner, am I dreaming? Are we dreaming?"
    "No, Josh. No. Let's just get what we can and get out of here. I don't want-"

    Gunshot. Josh, still in stealth, turns to see a 7.62 bullet fly across the room. It misses Conner by a fraction of an inch. Josh ducks down under a table, but Conner simply stares at the soldier. He pulls the trigger once more. A second feels like a minute. The bullet flies. It penetrates. Inside the victims head, the military grade bullet tumbles, leaving his brain in mush. No time to think. Must act.

    Josh points his gun at the man, his eyes widen at the sight of a seemingly floating gun. He has no reaction time. Two bullets through his body armor, and he's down.

    "Please... No... I was..." the man breaths heavily. He has two holes in his body armor, but neither bullet hit a vial organ. He should live.
    "They'll kill me... They'll kill me! NO! Don't take it! Please... No... I..." his voice fades into senseless mumbling.

    Josh turns to his fallen ally. Dead. Cold and hard. Dead, never to breath again. Never to bask in sunlight, feel the cool rush of water, and never to have the pleasure of being with Josh. He's gone, never to return.

    He walks over to the man, still breathing heavy. Josh slowly points the gun at the man's only exposed point, below his head. As Josh pushes the gun into the bottom of his chin, the soldier moves his head back.

    "Please..."
    One quick, sharp, sound. A 'pew' of sorts. The man is gone now, just like his friend. Perhaps if he had talked to them a better end would have came out of this.

    Josh knows what he has to do. He has to leave. He turns stealth mode off. Josh takes the dead soldier's assault rifle, and the ammunition off of Conner and both soldiers. He finds several .45 magazines and a better silencer on a shelf in the back of the room.

    He opens the door, .45 in it's holster assault rifle in his hands. He walks straight, not moving any part of his body but his legs. His face is straight, and it's fixed in an expression of hate.

    "Hey! You! Stop, there!"
    A soldier turns to walk up to Josh.
    "Oh, sorry. Let me give you my ID."
    The soldier drops his gun and puts it behind his back to check what he thinks is Josh's ID card.
    Joshua pulls his .45 out, shoots him in the abdomen, moves up, shoots him under his chin. The man falls to the ground.
    Thump.

    Stealth mode on, Josh speeds up to a jog, then a run. Around the building, to the wall. The same wall where Conner cut the power wire so they could jump over it without being electrocuted. Josh climbs the wall and runs in to the forest, presumably safe from the soldiers at the base.

    The only base. The only base with missile interceptors lined on the outside. Eighty of them, lined perfectly to defend from anything a country dumb enough to attack might throw at it.

    Josh slows back down to walking speed. He fiddles with the Pip-Boy until he finds some information about the suit and it's origins.

    Supposedly it's Chinese stealth armor, used in the Great War. The owner of one was killed, and his armor taken. With the Chinese variant of the Pip-Boy taken out, and the newest version of American assistance equipment was installed. The suit comes complete with a backwards American flag on the shoulder.

    It's backwards because America has never lost a war, but have we now? Did we win this war? There are no winners in an atomic war says the wise man, but I say nay.

    All are winners in a nuclear war. We simply finished the inevitable before it happened later. Because; war?

    War never changes.






    Biography


    Josh was raised in Washington. Tacoma, Washington.

    Born December 10, 2253.

    His past family, originally from both Tennessee and Arkansas, still keep their Southern traditions and morals. From times past, his ancestors were from England, Scotland and Russia. His family had members that fought in every war the United States had. From World War One, to Vietnam, to assisting France in the Euro-Middle Eastern war, to the Great War. His great, great, grandfather earned a Medal of Honor in Saudi Arabia when he saved four companies of Germans and French from a nuclear weapon by defusing the bomb himself, with no backup. He died shortly after defusing the weapon. Several Saudi soldiers came into the room, saw his American flag, and shot. They were simply following the rules of war. Josh held no grudge, he barely even knew his great grandfather. Or his papa. Or father. All had died before Josh had the chance to really know them.

    When he was still quite young, his family's bunker in Tacoma was raided. After the placed bomb went off, his home was left in tattered ruins. He hid in an air vent. Josh's entire family, along with his six and two year old sisters, were killed. He showed no sadness.

    Josh simply opened his safe, took his M1911, took a box of ammo, put on his clothes and pack and left.

    It was a surprise when Josh, on his way out of the irradiated city, found Conner (his best friend) with a group of ragtag potheads with pistols.

    Josh convinced Conner to leave the group and come with him, which is good, because Josh and Conner later found the group of four dead with a Yai guai standing over them, seeming as if was guarding their corpses. The two easily shot the beast and looted the men.

    They both decided to go to Joint Base Lewis McChord to see if any help was available. They went there only to be yelled at and threatened by guards at the gate. It was protected by about twenty soldiers and a tank. There's no way they were getting through there. The two went went around the base and found their way in. Inside, Josh lost his friend but made a new one.

    His stealth armor.

    After loosing his friend, he wandered from place to place, group to group. At one time he was even part of a city. Sadly, it was overrun by attacks by both raiders and Super Mutants.

    One day, he was met by a group of about six. They were making a caravan to the East Coast. Josh was promised riches and adventure, so how could he deny? The group, for three months, made their way to Massachusetts. At first by car, then Brahman. Their car broke down when some dumb ghouls messed up the car while the group was drinking.

    Eventually, they made their way to Massachusetts. They also found their way to the Pitt, as it was called.

    Josh would have never survived if it weren't for one group...

    The Enclave.

    Enclave soldiers rescued Josh just in time, but sadly, his caravan partners did not make it out alive. They told him great stories of how powerful they were, and they told him of other great factions, like Talon Company and the Brotherhood of Steel. They took him to Raven rock, their headquarters.

    Once Joshua got there, they tested his blood for contaminants. They did comprehensive tests on him. He was found to be clean.

    So the Enclave took him in as one of their own.

    President Richardson, **** Richardson, that is, gave Josh everything he wanted and more. Food, water, action, adventure, the list goes on and on. Great friends were made, and even greater relationships were formed between Josh and some of the female staff.

    Everything was perfect until the order came in. Two platoons of Enclave soldiers, including Josh, would be deployed to Manhattan. New York? Gone. Nothing but rubble. Manhattan was the only supposed area standing within 100 miles of New York.

    The group of fifty men arrived at their destination. They lost one man, but only to him falling off of a cliff. He fell asleep when he was supposed to be on watch. Even the most advanced armor on Earth can't protect you from a 300 foot fall. Josh felt sorry for the poor guy. Private Michaels was his name. Josh was not close friends with him, but he still knew him from the chats they would have on break.

    There is no way the group would have suffered only one loss without the help of Josh and his stealth suit. He snuck up behind enemies and killed their leaders. He planted bombs. Boom, pow, thump, dead.

    He was unstoppable. Josh earned multiple ribbons and medals from the Enclave high command.

    His group was unstoppable. Heavy laser cannons, laser rifles, technology only read about in books. Vertibirds. Josh knew the name of each and every soldier with him by the end of his journey.

    The group arrived at Manhattan. They were greeted by the Brotherhood of Steel.

    Rockets, explosions, fire.

    Vertibird down, Vertibird down! Alpha alpha, charlie golf delta, niner niner three!

    Sargent Rondalds, pilot.
    Private Bond, gunner.
    Private Ramirez, gunner.
    Sargent McMillain, amputated leg.

    All dead.

    Foot soldiers hit by the downed Vertibird. Foot soldiers hit by Brotherhood bullets. Foot soldiers hit by Enclave lasers. Panic, suppression, running, suppression, running some more, suppression. Casualties. Death. Dead. Gone.

    Josh has stealth mode on. Three soldiers, Brown, Marcus, and Miranda are following him. They can see his M1911 strapped to his side. Sargent Rasberry is the highest ranking person these people know is alive. The captain is dead. the lieutenant is dead. Private Marcus gets hit in the arm. Twice. He dies.

    The group ambushes four unaware brotherhood soldiers. No casualties.

    Brown, Miranda, and Rasberry move around the enemies' front lines, flanking them. They kill five more brotherhood soldiers, including a heavy gunner.

    Miranda is down, I repeat, Miranda is down. Leave him. We don't need him. Two goodbyes, and the two walk away. He bleeds out.

    "Should we just leave?" says Brown, "I mean, they outnumber us far too much. They ambushed us. They have the upper hand... And I-"
    "Shut up, will you, Brown?"
    "Really sir, we need to leave." Brown looks into the invisible visor where he knows Josh's eyes are. Joshua sees that he is scared, and he wants out. He feels the same way.
    "Okay. We leave. We can check back here tomorrow," Joshua says.
    "Thank God..."

    The two leave through the forest. One more brotherhood soldier spotted, and one more brotherhood soldier dead, on the ground. He shot, but missed Josh. The two loot his body. More ammunition for both of them, a candy bar, and a picture.

    The man had a wife and a child. How sad that he had to go.

    "Perhaps if he was on the right side we wouldn't have to have killed him," Brown says

    Brown and Rasberry walk to a large tree and collapse on to it. It's one in the morning.

    It's the next day. Josh yawns and stretches his hands to the sky.

    "Wake up, Brown... We need to get out of here."

    No answer.

    The soldier didn't miss. Brown was hit in his neck. He bled out in his sleep without even knowing it.

    "No, no, no... This isn't happening... Not again..." Josh says as he hits his head on the tree he slept on, and Brown died on.

    The tree Henry Brown, Private, with the Enclave five years, died upon. He had a girlfriend back at Raven Rock. A scientist, and a pretty one at that.

    Josh gets up, knowing that a new chapter to his life has just been opened. He walks with power. With might. He opens his visor, and looks at the world without an Amber tint.

    Grey. Brown. Dead.

    What does Manhattan look like, one may ask?

    Grey. Dark. Dead.

    What do the trees look like, one may ask?

    Grey. Dark. Dead.

    Joshua, after going through trial after trial, has a different pigment in his skin.

    Grey.

    Dark.

    Dead.





    I hope that you enjoyed my stories. I know plenty about Fallout lore, and some Saturdays I would just spend reading on the Fallout Wiki. The world of Fallout is so amazingly interesting to me. I love role playing, too. I especially love the Enclave. It's a shame that you couldn't join them in Fallout 3.

    Best regards,

    Joshua Rasberry
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project - Closed
    Quote from Dualmittens

    Denied
    You didn't read the rule enough, and your meta gaming and power gaming definitions are very off. Fix these, and reapply and i'll go through your IC afterwards.


    I have read the rules again, as you asked.

    Define Meta Gaming: Meta Gaming is when you know things that your never found out about in the game. An example of this would be knowing where a hidden chest is based on what you read on the internet, without you finding it out in-game using your character.

    Define Power Gaming: Power Gaming is when your character has some sort of overpowered ability that shouldn't be obtainable. For example, jumping eighty feet in the air and being fine once you hit the ground.

    By the way, you said my Meta Gaming definition was off, but based on past accepted posts, my definition is correct. I don't mean to correct you, I am just pointing it out. I fixed my Power Gaming definition though. It was quite wrong. I would like to ask you to read the rest of my original post for my roleplay example and biography, as here it would do nothing but clutter up your thread.

    As I said in my application, if this is not satisfactory to you, please tell me what I should change.
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    posted a message on The Manhattan Project - Closed
    OOC -
    IGN: DgtheGreat
    Gender: Male
    Age: 16
    Have you read the rules: Yes, I have.
    Have you read the lore: I have read the lore included in this thread. I know a huge amount about Fallout lore itself.
    RP Expierence: Multiple Minecraft role-playing servers, Garry's Mod (Half Life Roleplay), DayZ (Survivor roleplay), ArmA 3 (Stratis Life roleplay servers).
    Fallout Expierence: Fallout One, Fallout Two, Fallout Three (All DLC's), Fallout: New Vegas (All DLC's). Over 400 hours in Fallout 3, and 92 hours in Vegas.
    Define Meta Gaming: When you use information from the internet, a book, ect. to influence your decision in a game.
    Define Power Gaming: When you ignore the story and role-playing area of games simply to get to the end.

    IC -
    Name: Joshua Rasberry
    Gender: Male
    Age: 37
    Race: Caucasian (Tan)
    Appearance: 5' 11", Dark Brown hair, cut short. Wears an American adaptation of Chinese Stealth Armor used in the Great War. Slender build, but he has both good stamina and strength. Extremely light blue eyes, as if they are steel grey. They change colors occasionally.
    Signifying Traits: Talkative to those close to him, but is wary around strangers. Moderately deep, soothing voice, that calms those he is talking to.
    Signifying Skills: Sneaky, charismatic (good liar), smart, improviser. Josh's stealth armor does nothing but help his already potent skill of sneaking around. When confronted, he can easily get out of the situation by using a mix of trickery, lies, and bullets. He has always been smart. Josh isn't the smartest, but he knows his way around computers very well.

    S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
    (40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
    Strength- 5
    Perception-6
    Endurance- 7
    Charisma- 8
    Intelligence- 6
    Agility- 6
    Luck-2 (Josh doesn't believe in luck)

    RP Example

    As Joshua closes the door, he is now faced with almost impenetrable silence. He notices his breathing. In, and out. In, and out. Suddenly, there is an abrupt *CLANK* on the tiled metal floor. Boots. Definitely boots. Another clank, followed by another. He looks to his right, comforted by the friendly face near him. He's always been able to rely on Conner. As Joshua reaches in to his pocket, he pulls out his .45 pistol. A silencer, about 4 inches long, is fixed to the end of the barrel.

    "Let's see if this thing actually works," Josh says to Conner.
    "It should. Even though this is a different caliber, there shouldn't be any real difference."
    "Let's hope so."
    "I switch my silencer between my 9 and my 45 all the time; it'll be fine."

    Josh turns his gun around the wall, his arms pressed against the inside of the door as he turns his body on a mental pivot. He pulls the trigger as soon as the iron sights match up with the solder.

    One bullet, on kill. The soldier drops.
    Thump.

    "You would think," says Conner "that it would be harder to sneak on to Fort Lewis. I mean, normally a military base would be heavily guarded, right?"
    "Let's just thank the Lord that it ISN'T guarded. There, take his rifle. I'm sure it will be useful."

    Conner picks up the assault rifle with awe.

    "This is the first time I've ever held an advanced gun like this before..."
    "Isn't she a beauty? Three hundred years of American tweaking and revolutionizing, and this is what we have to show for it."
    "Make sure," Josh says sternly, "that you don't shoot unless they see us. Okay?"
    "Okay." Conner responds.

    The friends walk up to the next steel door.

    "It's locked," Conner says.
    "Not for long!" Josh responds with enthusiasm as he picks up a pack of C4 explosives. He packs it on the door, and the two hide behind the wall bordering the room they came from and where they currently are.

    An extremely loud explosion is met with both boys' ears ringing. The door is gone, and the two can easily see in to the next room

    "Wow! Look at this!" Conner exclaims in excitement
    "Ughh.. My head hurts from that bla-" Josh stops mid-sentence to look up at the most beautiful thing that he's ever seen.
    "What do you suspect that is, Josh?"
    "It... I don't know. I'll try it on."

    Josh takes the suit of black armor off of the stand it was so proudly displayed on. In it's orange visor he can see his own face.

    His hand slips, by accident hitting a white button on the built-in Pip-Boy.
    "WHOA! What just happened!" Josh says in surprise
    "It.. Disappeared! I see it, but it's, like, invisible!"
    "Umm, I, umm, I'm going to put it on."

    Josh slips his feet into the armor. His legs easily get into it, along with his upper body. It fits absolutely perfectly. He pulls the visor down over his face, leaving him looking like he is in some sort of space suit. Josh fiddles with the dials and buttons until he figures out how to turn on the stealth mode again.

    "This is amazing... This is so amazing... There is no way this can be real. Conner, am I dreaming? Are we dreaming?"
    "No, Josh. No. Let's just get what we can and get out of here. I don't want-"

    Gunshot. Josh, still in stealth, turns to see a 7.62 bullet fly across the room. It misses Conner by a fraction of an inch. Josh ducks down under a table, but Conner simply stares at the soldier. He pulls the trigger once more. A second feels like a minute. The bullet flies. It penetrates. Inside the victims head, the military grade bullet tumbles, leaving his brain in mush. No time to think. Must act.

    Josh points his gun at the man, his eyes widen at the sight of a seemingly floating gun. He has no reaction time. Two bullets through his body armor, and he's down.

    "Please... No... I was..." the man breaths heavily. He has two holes in his body armor, but neither bullet hit a vial organ. He should live.
    "They'll kill me... They'll kill me! NO! Don't take it! Please... No... I..." his voice fades into senseless mumbling.

    Josh turns to his fallen ally. Dead. Cold and hard. Dead, never to breath again. Never to bask in sunlight, feel the cool rush of water, and never to have the pleasure of being with Josh. He's gone, never to return.

    He walks over to the man, still breathing heavy. Josh slowly points the gun at the man's only exposed point, below his head. As Josh pushes the gun into the bottom of his chin, the soldier moves his head back.

    "Please..."
    One quick, sharp, sound. A 'pew' of sorts. The man is gone now, just like his friend. Perhaps if he had talked to them a better end would have came out of this.

    Josh knows what he has to do. He has to leave. He turns stealth mode off. Josh takes the dead soldier's assault rifle, and the ammunition off of Conner and both soldiers. He finds several .45 magazines and a better silencer on a shelf in the back of the room.

    He opens the door, .45 in it's holster assault rifle in his hands. He walks straight, not moving any part of his body but his legs. His face is straight, and it's fixed in an expression of hate.

    "Hey! You! Stop, there!"
    A soldier turns to walk up to Josh.
    "Oh, sorry. Let me give you my ID."
    The soldier drops his gun and puts it behind his back to check what he thinks is Josh's ID card.
    Joshua pulls his .45 out, shoots him in the abdomen, moves up, shoots him under his chin. The man falls to the ground.
    Thump.

    Stealth mode on, Josh speeds up to a jog, then a run. Around the building, to the wall. The same wall where Conner cut the power wire so they could jump over it without being electrocuted. Josh climbs the wall and runs in to the forest, presumably safe from the soldiers at the base.

    The only base. The only base with missile interceptors lined on the outside. Eighty of them, lined perfectly to defend from anything a country dumb enough to attack might throw at it.

    Josh slows back down to walking speed. He fiddles with the Pip-Boy until he finds some information about the suit and it's origins.

    Supposedly it's Chinese stealth armor, used in the Great War. The owner of one was killed, and his armor taken. With the Chinese variant of the Pip-Boy taken out, and the newest version of American assistance equipment was installed. The suit comes complete with a backwards American flag on the shoulder.

    It's backwards because America has never lost a war, but have we now? Did we win this war? There are no winners in an atomic war says the wise man, but I say nay.

    All are winners in a nuclear war. We simply finished the inevitable before it happened later. Because; war?

    War never changes.

    Biography

    Josh was raised in Washington. Tacoma, Washington.

    Born December 10, 2247.

    His past family, originally from both Tennessee and Arkansas, still keep their Southern traditions and morals. From times past, his ancestors were from England, Scotland and Russia. His family had members that fought in every war the United States had. From World War One, to Vietnam, to assisting France in the Euro-Middle Eastern war, to the Great War. His great, great, grandfather earned a Medal of Honor in Saudi Arabia when he saved four companies of Germans and French from a nuclear weapon by defusing the bomb himself, with no backup. He died shortly after defusing the weapon. Several Saudi soldiers came into the room, saw his American flag, and shot. They were simply following the rules of war. Josh held no grudge, he barely even knew his great grandfather. Or his papa. Or father. All had died before Josh had the chance to really know them.

    When he was still quite young, his family's bunker in Tacoma was raided. After the placed bomb went off, his home was left in tattered ruins. He hid in an air vent. Josh's entire family, along with his six and two year old sisters, were killed. He showed no sadness.

    Josh simply opened his safe, took his M1911, took a box of ammo, put on his clothes and pack and left.

    It was a surprise when Josh, on his way out of the irradiated city, found Conner (his best friend) with a group of ragtag potheads with pistols.

    Josh convinced Conner to leave the group and come with him, which is good, because Josh and Conner later found the group of four dead with a Yai guai standing over them, seeming as if was guarding their corpses. The two easily shot the beast and looted the men.

    They both decided to go to Joint Base Lewis McChord to see if any help was available. They went there only to be yelled at and threatened by guards at the gate. It was protected by about twenty soldiers, two STRYKER vehicles, and a tank. There's no way they were getting through there. The two went went around the base and found their way in. Inside, Josh lost his friend but made a new one.

    His stealth armor.

    After loosing his friend, he wandered from place to place, group to group. At one time he was even part of a city. Sadly, it was overrun by attacks by both raiders and Super Mutants.

    One day, he was met by a group of about six. They were making a caravan to the East Coast. Josh was promised riches and adventure, so how could he deny? The group, for three months, made their way to Massachusetts. At first by car, then Brahman. Their car broke down when some dumb ghouls messed up the car while the group was drinking.

    Eventually, they made their way to Massachusetts. They also found their way to the Pitt, as it was called.

    Josh would have never survived if it weren't for one group...

    The Enclave.

    Enclave soldiers rescued Josh just in time, but sadly, his caravan partners did not make it out alive. They told him great stories of how powerful they were, and they told him of other great factions, like Talon Company and the Brotherhood of Steel. They took him to Raven rock, their headquarters.

    Once Joshua got there, they tested his blood for contaminants. They did comprehensive tests on him. He was found to be clean.

    So the Enclave took him in as one of their own.

    President Richardson, **** Richardson, that is, gave Josh everything he wanted and more. Food, water, action, adventure, the list goes on and on. Great friends were made, and even greater relationships were formed between Josh and some of the female staff.

    Everything was perfect until the order came in. Two platoons of Enclave soldiers, including Josh, would be deployed to Manhattan. New York? Gone. Nothing but rubble. Manhattan was the only supposed area standing within 100 miles of New York.

    The group of fifty men arrived at their destination. They lost one man, but only to him falling off of a cliff. He fell asleep when he was supposed to be on watch. Even the most advanced armor on Earth can't protect you from a 300 foot fall. Josh felt sorry for the poor guy. Private Michaels was his name. Josh was not close friends with him, but he still knew him from the chats they would have on break.

    There is no way the group would have suffered only one loss without the help of Josh and his stealth suit. He snuck up behind enemies and killed their leaders. He planted bombs. Boom, pow, thump, dead.

    He was unstoppable. Josh earned multiple ribbons and medals from the Enclave high command.

    His group was unstoppable. Heavy laser cannons, laser rifles, technology only read about in books. Vertibirds. Josh knew the name of each and every soldier with him by the end of his journey.

    The group arrived at Manhattan. They were greeted by the Brotherhood of Steel.

    Rockets, explosions, fire.

    Vertibird down, Vertibird down! Alpha alpha, charlie golf delta, niner niner three!

    Sargent Rondalds, pilot.
    Private Bond, gunner.
    Private Ramirez, gunner.
    Sargent McMillain, amputated leg.

    All dead.

    Foot soldiers hit by the downed Vertibird. Foot soldiers hit by Brotherhood bullets. Foot soldiers hit by Enclave lasers. Panic, suppression, running, suppression, running some more, suppression. Casualties. Death. Dead. Gone.

    Josh has stealth mode on. Three soldiers, Brown, Marcus, and Miranda are following him. They can see his M1911 strapped to his side. Sargent Rasberry is the highest ranking person these people know is alive. The captain is dead. the lieutenant is dead. Private Marcus gets hit in the arm. Twice. He dies.

    The group ambushes four unaware brotherhood soldiers. No casualties.

    Brown, Miranda, and Rasberry move around the enemies' front lines, flanking them. They kill five more brotherhood soldiers, including a heavy gunner.

    Miranda is down, I repeat, Miranda is down. Leave him. We don't need him. Two goodbyes, and the two walk away. He bleeds out.

    "Should we just leave?" says Brown, "I mean, they outnumber us far too much. They ambushed us. They have the upper hand... And I-"
    "Shut up, will you, Brown?"
    "Really sir, we need to leave." Brown looks into the invisible visor where he knows Josh's eyes are. Joshua sees that he is scared, and he wants out. He feels the same way.
    "Okay. We leave. We can check back here tomorrow," Joshua says.
    "Thank God..."

    The two leave through the forest. One more brotherhood soldier spotted, and one more brotherhood soldier dead, on the ground. He shot, but missed Josh. The two loot his body. More ammunition for both of them, a candy bar, and a picture.

    The man had a wife and a child. How sad that he had to go.

    "Perhaps if he was on the right side we wouldn't have to have killed him," Brown says

    Brown and Rasberry walk to a large tree and collapse on to it. It's one in the morning.

    It's the next day. Josh yawns and stretches his hands to the sky.

    "Wake up, Brown... We need to get out of here."

    No answer.

    The soldier didn't miss. Brown was hit in his neck. He bled out in his sleep without even knowing it.

    "No, no, no... This isn't happening... Not again..." Josh says as he hits his head on the tree he slept on, and Brown died on.

    The tree Henry Brown, Private, with the Enclave five years, died upon. He had a girlfriend back at Raven Rock. A scientist, and a pretty one at that.

    Josh gets up, knowing that a new chapter to his life has just been opened. He walks with power. With might. He opens his visor, and looks at the world without an Amber tint.

    Grey. Brown. Dead.

    What does Manhattan look like, one may ask?

    Grey. Dark. Dead.

    What do the trees look like, one may ask?

    Grey. Dark. Dead.

    Joshua, after going through trial after trial, has a different pigment in his skin.

    Grey.

    Dark.

    Dead.





    I hope that you enjoyed my stories. I know plenty about Fallout lore, and some Saturdays I would just spend reading on the Fallout Wiki. The world of Fallout is so amazingly interesting to me. I love role playing, too. I especially love the Enclave. It's a shame that you couldn't join them in Fallout 3.

    If this is not satisfactory to you, please tell me what I should change. I really want to join this server.

    Best regards,

    Joshua Rasberry
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    posted a message on Kirito Craft [CRACKED][PvP][Factions][New]
    Hey. Welcome to my topic! I'm here today to tell you about a PvP server. Kirito Craft is the name. Do you like PvP servers, but seem to always be killed by those veteran players with diamond everything? Not here! This brand-new server is fresh and clean, so you can have a chance to get you and your faction to the top! I'm also looking for one final staff member. Make sure you do NOT ask me to fill that spot though, because that will almost guarantee you not getting it. Oh, and this is hardcore PvP. That means anything is allowed (but x-raying or hacking). Stealing, lying, faking, and assassinating the enemy are all important assets that you are encouraged to do. So what are you waiting for? Join today!



    IP: KiritoCraft.no-ip.org


    Other Stuff...


    WEBSITE: KiritoCraft.webs.com

    IN GAME NAME: ~Josh (DgtheGreat)

    SKYPE NAME: Joshua Rasberry (DgtheGreat2)
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    posted a message on New Bukkit Server! Need Staff, Lots of Plugins!
    I've made a new server called "Kirito Craft". It is online all of the American and Canadian day, and on some of the night. I would call it a 20/7 server. I have a bit of help with it already, but I need some more players and staff. There are TONS of plugins and it is practically lag-free. So, PvP, events, iConomy, shops, free building and more. Want to join? The IP is:

    KiritoCraft.no-ip.org

    I also have a website. It is KiritoCraft.webs.com! Thanks for joining!
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    posted a message on Medieval Harbour City (Tanwell)
    This is a truly amazing work of art! I applaud you. I only wish I could explore it.. :)
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    posted a message on [ADV] The Mystery of Hillview - Over 1000 Dl's! [LET'S PLAY] [1.2.3+]
    Quote from IwinFTW

    Thanks! I prefer .txt/Word documents though, as one may not have the space to put them on signs.


    Np! Thanks for doing a LP, I'll post it in the LP section of the first post when you link it :smile.gif:




    There! That's part one, and part two will be uploaded tomorrow.
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    posted a message on [ADV] The Mystery of Hillview - Over 1000 Dl's! [LET'S PLAY] [1.2.3+]
    Hey! Me and some friends from my server made a video using this server. My (DgtheGreat) score was 103. Thanks for a great map! I'll post the link on here once I'm done editing, but we also make videos on the youtube channel AncientCraftVideos.
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    posted a message on Statik Kraft - 100% Creative Mode Server - Anti-Grief Plugins
    Quote from CYBERFR34K

    Completely Creative Server, Let Your Creativity Flow!

    Build in the guest area something that you think could impress an admin enough for them to let you out into the open world to build. There are many anti-grief and anti-spam plugins installed to make your experience as enjoyable as possible.

    UP: 109.70.149.197:26165

    CAn you update the server to 1.0.0? That would be nice.
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    posted a message on [!READ THE OP!] Buying Minecraft Gift Codes for Others!
    Hello... I've wrote this twice, because my internet is kinda bad.. Lol. Anyways, my friend (James) is very poor. No, I don't mean how most people say "OHH I'M POOR LOOK AT ME IN A 2 ROOM HOME!" No. He's much worse than that. My friends and I buy him everything including food, and it's all my friend Jeff's parents can do to convince the officials not to put him in a home... One day, when he was spending the night at my house that week, (he sleeps at a different person's house every week) he saw me on my computer. He asked what it was, and I told him Minecraft. He was amazed! He only had used a computer a few times, mainly at my house or at school. This new thing had him in awe! He loved all the different things to do, and then I told him about multiplayer. My friends and I came together, and with all the money we have, we've managed to get him a bad laptop (Almost as bad as mine! Ha ha, I wish my friends would all by me a computer. But then again, I have a house and a bed) that we got a 6 month payment deal on. Only three of us are doing it, so I pay about 20-30 every month. I am running out of money, and I have no job. (I'm 16, most of my friends are 15-17) With me having so little, and my friend wanting to do more with this little bit of enjoyment, I ask you for one gift code. I'm sorry, but my friend and nobody here needs it. But trust me, the people here probably have a bed and house. James wishes he did. All I want is one gift code, for him. If this was James writing this, he'd never say that he's poor and has nothing but a computer and some pens and paper. He would just ask politely for a gift code. He just wants some enjoyment in his life.. Most servers that are good are premium, too! So he and I usually just suffer not talking to eachother when playing Minecraft because of the Server Lag. Please? His birthday is coming up on October 30th, and I would LOVE to give this as a b-day present. Thanks again! Sorry this is so long.. Just I really want you to notice me. Or, really, notice him. Have a good day.Oh, and can you PM me if you decide to pick James? Because I'll make an account for him in that case.
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