yeah... last time I was on the server we were switching hosts... and 'a little bit' took up the better part of two hours. I literally got auto kicked from my computer's parental controls and it still wasnt up. :sleep.gif: but i'll take your word for it.
You think I'm lying?
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
I just noticed that after you pointed that out (of course). :biggrin.gif:
You always leave this suspicious message and it just leads me to think that you think that I'm lying.
Nope. I dont think your ever really lying. I know you work hard whitelisting people who constantly complain, so I know you dont have the time to lie to me. Logic rules.
I went ahead and added a bit to my background and added a rp example as you asked. Hope you enjoy my revised application
OOC
IGN: Shadowxfall
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I have been a part of four serious rp servers, most of which I was either a moderator or some kind of faction leader. I especially like to look for well run rp servers with good admins/mods
Why Us: I am a huge fan of the Fallout series and have been looking all day for a new rp server so this caught my eye for its uniqueness
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays from 3 to about 6 and possibly time after that. Also every weekend
IC
Name: James Booker
Gender: Male
Age:26
RP Example:As I fell to the ground with the boot on my head, I realised this was not a good idea from the start. I have been a mercenary for most of my life, raised up in a cold hearted killing community. Even though I have been known as the Silent Knife, I now lie here with a power armored foot crushing my face into the mud after a failed job. I do not know where I will be from here, but it could easily be hell'a better than that damned Merc. Camp.
BoS JAILER:"State your name and profession"
JAMES: "Look man, I dont want any trouble, just let me go free and everyone stays happy."
BoS JAILER:"You forfeited your freedom when you jumped at the recruit with a machete!"
JAMES:"And he would be bleeding in the wastes if your buddy on that mountain sniped my knife"
BoS JAILER:"Speaking of which, you never did state your profession..."
*James quickly jolts upwards and knocks over the table the jailer is at, disorienting him. James tightly grips the jailer's throat.*
JAMES:"Now again. Give me those nice shiny keys and you won't be like your friend if I hadn't finished the job."
*The jailer reluctantly hands him the keys and James stays at the door*
JAMES:"I thought you would see things my way if your life is on the line"
*James turns around to come face to face with a power-armored helmet. The last he could remember was seeing stars and colors and feeling a tremendous amount of force against his face*
Backstory:
James was only a boy when a pack of raiders swarmed his families house out in the Wasteland. They were a simple family, living as Brahmin ranchers and never hurting anyone. Even so, the raiders attacked viciously killing his parents and leaving only him to hide under a dead Brahmin. Eventually after days of idly wandering, looking for a home he came across a heavily armed group of men that had guns pointed at a man with tattered clothes. James silently watched as the hot lead came from the rifles and into the poor man's flesh. Even after all that, one of the men turned and looked at him and then, James knew what he wanted to do for his life. Life in the camp was hard and pay was extremely minimum. The work and sweat of the job eventually made James come to hate the place. Either way, he was in a group with guns and food, and it sure was a hell of a lot better to be in that camp than in the wasteland. Without the mercenaries he would be inside a coyote's stomach by now.
He got a job to assassinate a member of the Brotherhood of Steel. He always respected the group so he was deeply conflicted about his contract. Either way,the mercenary code is to feel no sympathy towards the target, just carry out the mission. As he crept through a rocky outcropping he could see the target. He couldn't believe his eyes. The "target" was not even close to what he expected. The recruit was not even in the Brotherhood's trademark power armor, and seemed to be out collecting food for the other members. He put that in the back of his mind, no matter how hard that was, and continued sneaking behind the recruit. As the recruit bent down to collect a strange looking plant, James took his chance. He leapt at the recruit with his machete rising outwards toward the sun. He felt something was wrong from how easy the mission was going from the start. He felt his machete fly from his hand and heard a loud bang. He looked up above him and saw that just above the outcropping he was currently at, a Brotherhood sniper stood with his rifle still smoking from the shot. He was forcibly shoved down, face first in the hot Mojave dirt, and just then he realized. His life really sucked.
I still cant wait for guns colb, ima be laik from a tree aimin at chew and after i shoot chew ima be laik " BEWM HEAD SHAWT! " then see dat ur men are shootenzor at meh so ima be laik " OH SHEET IMA RUN NAO " :cool.gif:
I still cant wait for guns colb, ima be laik from a tree aimin at chew and after i shoot chew ima be laik " BEWM HEAD SHAWT! " then see dat ur men are shootenzor at meh so ima be laik " OH SHEET IMA RUN NAO " :cool.gif:
And suddenly.....Enclave SNIPAR ALLEEEEN CAAAARTER!
I still cant wait for guns colb, ima be laik from a tree aimin at chew and after i shoot chew ima be laik " BEWM HEAD SHAWT! " then see dat ur men are shootenzor at meh so ima be laik " OH SHEET IMA RUN NAO " :cool.gif:
I had to read that VERY slowly just to understand it XD good job! :laugh.gif:
You think I'm lying?
no. but i got you your thousandth post. :biggrin.gif: you aren't lying as far as I know though.
I just noticed that after you pointed that out (of course). :biggrin.gif:
You always leave this suspicious message and it just leads me to think that you think that I'm lying.
huh...
thanks colbinile for accepting and whitelisting me... a few days ago...
hey unlike some other people i'm atleast saying thanks
Nope. I dont think your ever really lying. I know you work hard whitelisting people who constantly complain, so I know you dont have the time to lie to me. Logic rules.
OOC
IGN: Shadowxfall
Age:15
Role-Play Exp.: I have been a part of four serious rp servers, most of which I was either a moderator or some kind of faction leader. I especially like to look for well run rp servers with good admins/mods
Why Us: I am a huge fan of the Fallout series and have been looking all day for a new rp server so this caught my eye for its uniqueness
Time You Can Dedicate: Weekdays from 3 to about 6 and possibly time after that. Also every weekend
IC
Name: James Booker
Gender: Male
Age:26
RP Example:As I fell to the ground with the boot on my head, I realised this was not a good idea from the start. I have been a mercenary for most of my life, raised up in a cold hearted killing community. Even though I have been known as the Silent Knife, I now lie here with a power armored foot crushing my face into the mud after a failed job. I do not know where I will be from here, but it could easily be hell'a better than that damned Merc. Camp.
BoS JAILER:"State your name and profession"
JAMES: "Look man, I dont want any trouble, just let me go free and everyone stays happy."
BoS JAILER:"You forfeited your freedom when you jumped at the recruit with a machete!"
JAMES:"And he would be bleeding in the wastes if your buddy on that mountain sniped my knife"
BoS JAILER:"Speaking of which, you never did state your profession..."
*James quickly jolts upwards and knocks over the table the jailer is at, disorienting him. James tightly grips the jailer's throat.*
JAMES:"Now again. Give me those nice shiny keys and you won't be like your friend if I hadn't finished the job."
*The jailer reluctantly hands him the keys and James stays at the door*
JAMES:"I thought you would see things my way if your life is on the line"
*James turns around to come face to face with a power-armored helmet. The last he could remember was seeing stars and colors and feeling a tremendous amount of force against his face*
Backstory:
James was only a boy when a pack of raiders swarmed his families house out in the Wasteland. They were a simple family, living as Brahmin ranchers and never hurting anyone. Even so, the raiders attacked viciously killing his parents and leaving only him to hide under a dead Brahmin. Eventually after days of idly wandering, looking for a home he came across a heavily armed group of men that had guns pointed at a man with tattered clothes. James silently watched as the hot lead came from the rifles and into the poor man's flesh. Even after all that, one of the men turned and looked at him and then, James knew what he wanted to do for his life. Life in the camp was hard and pay was extremely minimum. The work and sweat of the job eventually made James come to hate the place. Either way, he was in a group with guns and food, and it sure was a hell of a lot better to be in that camp than in the wasteland. Without the mercenaries he would be inside a coyote's stomach by now.
He got a job to assassinate a member of the Brotherhood of Steel. He always respected the group so he was deeply conflicted about his contract. Either way,the mercenary code is to feel no sympathy towards the target, just carry out the mission. As he crept through a rocky outcropping he could see the target. He couldn't believe his eyes. The "target" was not even close to what he expected. The recruit was not even in the Brotherhood's trademark power armor, and seemed to be out collecting food for the other members. He put that in the back of his mind, no matter how hard that was, and continued sneaking behind the recruit. As the recruit bent down to collect a strange looking plant, James took his chance. He leapt at the recruit with his machete rising outwards toward the sun. He felt something was wrong from how easy the mission was going from the start. He felt his machete fly from his hand and heard a loud bang. He looked up above him and saw that just above the outcropping he was currently at, a Brotherhood sniper stood with his rifle still smoking from the shot. He was forcibly shoved down, face first in the hot Mojave dirt, and just then he realized. His life really sucked.
Drne = confused!
My book was the best.
And suddenly.....Enclave SNIPAR ALLEEEEN CAAAARTER!
I had to read that VERY slowly just to understand it XD good job! :laugh.gif:
AND THEN..... BoS Tactical Nuke! Get OWNED
Project 10 bomb ._.
And then.....I RELEAZ PROJECT 10 INTO DA WOOOORLD!
BEWM HEAD SHAWT. :3
http://falloutwarneverchanges.freeforums.org/texture-pack-sound-pack-link-and-instructions-t27.html
It's in there somewhere. Follow the other instructions while you're at it.
Y U TEAMKILL? ENCOVIETS DOOOO NOT TOLERAAATE DIS!