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Nov 9, 2012pie90087 posted a message on [32x32] [1.4.7] The End is Extremely Nigh/Vanilla! [Over 250,000 Downloads!][Featured on Curse!] NEWLY UPDATED FOR 1.4.7!Posted in: Resource Packs
Oct 27, 2012pie90087 posted a message on [1.3.2] Fallout: Texan Wasteland | A Fallout-Themed RP server [24/7][Factions][PvP][Towns]edited one single sentencePosted in: PC ServersQuote from qwerty19951999
pie90087 - Pretty good, only thing is, I don't like how the fater dies. Bandit Raids are terribly common.BrandonJ1999 - Not he best, a bit over-powered.
I have edited edited one single sentence, in my bio
Abraham's mom died when he was 6 of cholera, and his dad
Oct 27, 2012pie90087 posted a message on [1.3.2] Fallout: Texan Wasteland | A Fallout-Themed RP server [24/7][Factions][PvP][Towns]Not the longest time I've waited for a mod on an rp server to look over an app, but its getting there.Posted in: PC Servers
Oct 25, 2012pie90087 posted a message on [1.3.2] Fallout: Texan Wasteland | A Fallout-Themed RP server [24/7][Factions][PvP][Towns]Posted in: PC Servers
Time you can dedicate:1-10 hrs a day
Why us?: I love fallout, Rping is my favorite thing to do in gaming.
Define Role-Playing in your words: To assume a role that is not yourself.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using outside information in a game for personal advantage or gain.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Giving others actions, ex "Bob punches Jim flinging him off the cliff." basically Jim cant control his character, because bob has already said Jim is dead because he had punched him off a cliff.
^ that is supposed to be a spiderIC:
Name: Abraham Karris
Appearance: Abraham has brown hair and white skin, he appears around 5'11", has blue eyes, his voice is unusually scratchy as if it was damaged by an accident or a birth defect. For material positions he has a red shirt, black leather gloves, he wears a grey respirator.On his back there is one green backpack which appears empty except a canteen strapped to the side, he wears a vest with a pack of smokes and a lighter strapped to the front.
Karma: GoodIn-game RP example: Abraham awoke, he was tied down to a chair, the smell was horrific as if there was a rotting body nearby, as his vision came he took in his surroundings, he was in a room, white wall paper, some parts had stains of blood to his right a table upon it a lantern and a .357 magnum. It was too dark for him to see if it was loaded. To his left there where white objects it was too dark to make them out, some were straight, but others curved. There also was a silhouette lying on the ground, not moving, not breathing he began struggling realizing what it was, the binds where tied to tight. He sighed a sigh of frustration "dammit" he whispered. He began to recall what had happened before he woke up, he remembered he was looting. Abe was in a hospital, it was a bandit camp recently cleared out by the NCR. Abe remembered he was climbing up a ladder in the elevator shaft, when he reached the top he was greeted by a light in another room, and talking. As he crept to the door way the talking became clearer. 2 of the bandits who fled where trying to locate a weapon, it belonged to a man named Ian, Abraham poked his head through the door way. They were armed, he proceeded to leave their presence as he crept away he tripped over a mangled IV pole. "What the hell was that?", "I haven't a clue, go check it out!". "" Abraham whispered he got to his feet the man had saw him he began to call out "Get over here!". He shouted the other man came sprinting from the room, he giggled upon seeing Abe. Abraham Slowly backed away, "Where you going" one of the men said as he advanced. Abraham looked to his left a corridor, where it led he didn't know, he turned and sprinted, he could hear his two pursuers sprinting after him. Before he could even reach the end of the corridor he was tackled and hit in the back of the head. That’s when he blacked out. He continued to sit in the chair, staring at the ground, about 30 minutes later a door opened behind him. He felt a gust of air as his chair was dragged out the door into a long hall way, there were no lights. His eyes began to adjust, the person dragging his chair turned left into a room. The walls where grey, the floor was concrete, he was dragged to a table the overhead lights were turned on, around him where about 23 people, most likely a gang of some sort. Also at the table was a man wearing a brahmin hide coat he had brown skin the man was bald. A woman put the .357 magnum I saw in the room on the table and the binds on our hands where cut, the man across the tables face became what I can only describe as mawkish. She told him to "Pick up the gun" and so he did, the man looked at it for brief moment that seemed to be forever and raised it to his head, he put down the firing pin and closed his eyes as tight as physically possible he pulled the trigger. Nothing, he put the gun on the table, he whispered "Your turn...” Abe looked at the gun he didn't know what was going on, the woman who put the gun on the table said "Play, It’s your turn" in a forceful tone. " Fuc(cant tipe the whole word or i will be censored) you" Abe said and spit in her face. The gang members around looked surprised, "I'm not playing any damn game for your sick pleasures! ". The woman wiped the spit from her face he yelled "You stupid cun-" she cut off, she swung right at Abraham's face, his nose took the brunt of the blow, the woman grabbed the gun and Abe's head she brought it to his head and without hesitation pulled the trigger, the firing pin once again snapped into place. Abraham said once again "fuc you", the old man once again looked at the gun on the table, but this time he looked up at Abraham ”Pick the damn thing up" Abraham mouthed to him. Tears began to roll down the man’s cheeks as he picked it back up he put it to his head, pulled back the firing pin, and pulled the trigger, he was dead. Abraham was held captive for ransom, eventually the NCR cleaned the camp, and Abe was released.Background:
Abraham was born in a storage unit in a survivor community called fort response (if you get the reference i love you.) the storage facility was barricaded and guarded. The storage units served as homes Abe's Mother was a waste lander, and his Father came from a vault, one of our ancestors that was allowed to live in a vault was a physicist, one of the greatest of his time. As the chain of his ancestors before him learned what he knew, so did Abe, Abraham's mom died when he was 6 of cholera, and his dad during a bandit raid when he was 19, the raid was repelled. When he was 22 he joined a group of mercs 25 men and women strong led by a man named Ian. slowly over 2 years there numbers dwindled from death or desertion, soon there was four left Abe's closest and only friends Ian at the age of 32 he was still the leader, Aria who was 22 Abe's love interest, and Gail age 54 who was like a father to Abe. His brothers in arms were killed during a fallied assault on a Great Kahn strong hold, being the sniper he was far away so he could and did flee. Today Abe, depressed, and losing sanity finds shelter where ever he can get it, no solid plans, living each day by the day. He would be extremely dangerous to go around, and he has had little human interaction in the past 3 years.
Oct 7, 2012pie90087 posted a message on Large Adv. RPG Map/Server – Needing Artists/Builders, Storyline Designers, AdminsYour name: Dawson (Prefers Abraham)Posted in: Server Recruitment
Your age: 16
Your country and time zone: I live in the United States EST.
Your interests: I enjoy helping people and creating, I love RPG servers. I want to feel like i helped, like i had a part in breathing life into a server as if i left my mark in stone with others on that wall, who helped achieve a common goal, building a wonderful server.
Aug 7, 2012i suggest something tribal like You and about four other guys are building some huts in your village, then out of no where a bunch of rival tribalmen suddenly storm your base, you all grab your weapons and begin to fight for your belongings. After some bloodshed, you are victorious and you can grab whatever loot you can off of the corpses of your fallen foes, and plan your next attack on THEIR village. Anyone agreeing with me here?Posted in: PC Servers
Aug 7, 2012Posted in: PC Servers!STAFF APP!
* IGN : pie90087
* Name: Dawson Graham
* Age: 15
* Any experience as a admin/moderator: I've been a admin on many servers, i'm tolled often that im fair and polite. I am mature and loyal.
Will this server be like tribal
Aug 7, 2012pie90087 posted a message on Who has the best avatar out of the two above posters?Posted in: Forum GamesQuote from Kaeetayel
Nekopan because it's Samus.
Aug 6, 2012pie90087 posted a message on Terracraft | Role Play | PVP | Cities | Survival | TeamSpeakPie90087Posted in: PC Servers
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