Oops my hype pants got wet which made it heavy and fall. Sorry
Ur punny I got a joke. A dumpster full of dead babies> worse > a live baby at the bottom eating it's way out > worse > that live baby made it out :biggrin.gif:. My hype pants are in the washer...
Ur punny I got a joke. A dumpster full of dead babies> worse > a live baby at the bottom eating it's way out > worse > that live baby made it out :biggrin.gif:. My hype pants are in the washer...
IGN:XxtoastedxX
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:I have played 4 roleplay servers
Why Us:I love fallout and anything post-apocalyptic related.
Time You Can Dedicate:everyday but tuesday, wednsday, and every other weekend
Rule 5. No sharing account
Website:Down
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - No i dont but i might get it
Link to vote for us and have you voted? - yes i have voted
and link - when i vote it says its down
IC
Name:Xavier Bone
Gender:Male
Age:29
RP Example:Welcome to the base colonel. Colonel- Yes, hello i need to speak to the general. Me- Right this way. Colonel- I need to get the documents i ordered. Me. ok, let me grab those and bring you to the general.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): As a child i dreamed about this kinda thing i new this day would come. When i was 10 it finnaly came. The post-apocalyptic times started and i was so scared. My father and i were able to live through it. but my mother and brother weren't they died getting gecko meat. as i would go around with my fathers shotgun i would kill the geckos and other murderous things around. when i was 15 my father gave me a NCR assault rifle he found on the ground near our home. He told me that this will be better than the 12 Gauge.
I took the gun and held it tight. Since that day i have longed to join the NCR. Soon my father was killed by feral ghouls and i was ashamed. I hadn't been able to protect him. I cried and soon got angry. I went out one day taking my anger out on the geckos with my NCR rifle. I kept shooting until i had 1 shot left. I went back to my home and wondered about suicide, if it would help with the pain i felt from the loneliness. I crafted some more bullets and went off to find civilization.
This is a app from another fallout server
Hah, me too. Don't worry, we'll make it on. I gave commando the heads up via revolving.
EDIT: You're now whitelisted.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Come back inside, to this house, to your home, made of steel-structured styrofoam. Nobody's out there, but someone is singing you back to your birthplace. That voice is the same voice you heard on the same night that everything glowed."
IGN:XxtoastedxX
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:I have played 4 roleplay servers
Why Us:I love fallout and anything post-apocalyptic related.
Time You Can Dedicate:everyday but tuesday, wednsday, and every other weekend
Rule 5. No sharing account
Website:Down
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - No i dont but i might get it
Link to vote for us and have you voted? - yes i have voted
and link - when i vote it says its down
IC
Name:Xavier Bone
Gender:Male
Age:29
RP Example:Welcome to the base colonel. Colonel- Yes, hello i need to speak to the general. Me- Right this way. Colonel- I need to get the documents i ordered. Me. ok, let me grab those and bring you to the general.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): As a child i dreamed about this kinda thing i new this day would come. When i was 10 it finnaly came. The post-apocalyptic times started and i was so scared. My father and i were able to live through it. but my mother and brother weren't they died getting gecko meat. as i would go around with my fathers shotgun i would kill the geckos and other murderous things around. when i was 15 my father gave me a NCR assault rifle he found on the ground near our home. He told me that this will be better than the 12 Gauge.
I took the gun and held it tight. Since that day i have longed to join the NCR. Soon my father was killed by feral ghouls and i was ashamed. I hadn't been able to protect him. I cried and soon got angry. I went out one day taking my anger out on the geckos with my NCR rifle. I kept shooting until i had 1 shot left. I went back to my home and wondered about suicide, if it would help with the pain i felt from the loneliness. I crafted some more bullets and went off to find civilization.
This is a app from another fallout server
OOC
IGN - bjornar86
Age - 25
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 5-20 hours
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - Yes, I have.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No xray texture packs
Link to vote for us and have you voted? - The site seems to be down, but I will vote when it's up.
Link to the website? - http://www.thevaultrp.com/
IC
Name - Carl Anderson
Gender - Male
Age - 24
RP example - Carl is standing at the entrance of the NCR base, looking at the guards
Guard 1: State your name and business!
Carl: My name is Carl and I'm looking for shelter.
Guard 2: Sorry, but we're full. We must ask you to leave.
Carl: But the Wasteland is a terrible place to live. Please, you must have something.
Guard 1: Sorry, pal. Although, we do need people serving your soldiers. Leave an application and come back in a few days.
Carl: Thank you! Carl leaves to write his application
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
Carl spent his first 16 years in a violent vault meant for social experiments. The inhabitants had no say in any matter, and was ruled by a dictator following his "orders" coming from his terminal. Some of the grown up vault dwellers plotted a secret attack on their leader. The adults were in for a surprise when they found out their leader wasn't a human, but simply an advanced computer giving orders over the speakers in the vault. The confusion was imminent when the adults announced their victory over the speakers. A war between the different parties in the vault broke out a couple of days later after "the attack" as a result of different people had different meanings of how to best continue life in their "new" vault. Carl and a few others left the vault voluntarily when given the choice, not allowed to enter the vault ever again. They had had enough violence in their lives and wanted to start a peaceful life in the wasteland. Not knowing much about the wastes, other than what they were told about it over the speakers, they were in for another surprise. Dead bodies and rotting carcasses became a common sight and life was harsh. They managed to travel up in the mountains and lived peacefully for a couple of years before some riders discovered their little farm. The raiders killed every one except Carl, who was out in the wastes hunting, and made the farm their home. Carl new something was wrong when he returned. Not wanting to confront the raiders, he ran away to find a new place to live.
OOC
IGN - bjornar86
Age - 25
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 5-20 hours
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - Yes, I have.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No xray texture packs
Link to vote for us and have you voted? - The site seems to be down, but I will vote when it's up.
Link to the website? - http://www.thevaultrp.com/
IC
Name - Carl Anderson
Gender - Male
Age - 24
RP example - Carl is standing at the entrance of the NCR base, looking at the guards
Guard 1: State your name and business!
Carl: My name is Carl and I'm looking for shelter.
Guard 2: Sorry, but we're full. We must ask you to leave.
Carl: But the Wasteland is a terrible place to live. Please, you must have something.
Guard 1: Sorry, pal. Although, we do need people serving your soldiers. Leave an application and come back in a few days.
Carl: Thank you! Carl leaves to write his application
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
Carl spent his first 16 years in a violent vault meant for social experiments. The inhabitants had no say in any matter, and was ruled by a dictator following his "orders" coming from his terminal. Some of the grown up vault dwellers plotted a secret attack on their leader. The adults were in for a surprise when they found out their leader wasn't a human, but simply an advanced computer giving orders over the speakers in the vault. The confusion was imminent when the adults announced their victory over the speakers. A war between the different parties in the vault broke out a couple of days later after "the attack" as a result of different people had different meanings of how to best continue life in their "new" vault. Carl and a few others left the vault voluntarily when given the choice, not allowed to enter the vault ever again. They had had enough violence in their lives and wanted to start a peaceful life in the wasteland. Not knowing much about the wastes, other than what they were told about it over the speakers, they were in for another surprise. Dead bodies and rotting carcasses became a common sight and life was harsh. They managed to travel up in the mountains and lived peacefully for a couple of years before some riders discovered their little farm. The raiders killed every one except Carl, who was out in the wastes hunting, and made the farm their home. Carl new something was wrong when he returned. Not wanting to confront the raiders, he ran away to find a new place to live.
Oops my hype pants got wet which made it heavy and fall. Sorry
****.
Ur punny I got a joke. A dumpster full of dead babies> worse > a live baby at the bottom eating it's way out > worse > that live baby made it out :biggrin.gif:. My hype pants are in the washer...
Dang it I forgot to wash mine yesterday.
****.
IGN:XxtoastedxX
Age:12
Role-Play Exp.:I have played 4 roleplay servers
Why Us:I love fallout and anything post-apocalyptic related.
Time You Can Dedicate:everyday but tuesday, wednsday, and every other weekend
Rule 5. No sharing account
Website:Down
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - No i dont but i might get it
Link to vote for us and have you voted? - yes i have voted
and link - when i vote it says its down
IC
Name:Xavier Bone
Gender:Male
Age:29
RP Example:Welcome to the base colonel. Colonel- Yes, hello i need to speak to the general. Me- Right this way. Colonel- I need to get the documents i ordered. Me. ok, let me grab those and bring you to the general.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs): As a child i dreamed about this kinda thing i new this day would come. When i was 10 it finnaly came. The post-apocalyptic times started and i was so scared. My father and i were able to live through it. but my mother and brother weren't they died getting gecko meat. as i would go around with my fathers shotgun i would kill the geckos and other murderous things around. when i was 15 my father gave me a NCR assault rifle he found on the ground near our home. He told me that this will be better than the 12 Gauge.
I took the gun and held it tight. Since that day i have longed to join the NCR. Soon my father was killed by feral ghouls and i was ashamed. I hadn't been able to protect him. I cried and soon got angry. I went out one day taking my anger out on the geckos with my NCR rifle. I kept shooting until i had 1 shot left. I went back to my home and wondered about suicide, if it would help with the pain i felt from the loneliness. I crafted some more bullets and went off to find civilization.
This is a app from another fallout server
Hah, me too. Don't worry, we'll make it on. I gave commando the heads up via revolving.
EDIT: You're now whitelisted.
Sorry! I'll look in a sec.
Awesome!
Accepted!
FAK,im on 1.8
****.
IGN - bjornar86
Age - 25
Time you can dedicate to server weekly - 5-20 hours
Do you have teamspeak? If no will you get it? - Yes, I have.
What is the fifth Server Law? - No xray texture packs
Link to vote for us and have you voted? - The site seems to be down, but I will vote when it's up.
Link to the website? - http://www.thevaultrp.com/
IC
Name - Carl Anderson
Gender - Male
Age - 24
RP example -
Carl is standing at the entrance of the NCR base, looking at the guards
Guard 1: State your name and business!
Carl: My name is Carl and I'm looking for shelter.
Guard 2: Sorry, but we're full. We must ask you to leave.
Carl: But the Wasteland is a terrible place to live. Please, you must have something.
Guard 1: Sorry, pal. Although, we do need people serving your soldiers. Leave an application and come back in a few days.
Carl: Thank you!
Carl leaves to write his application
Biography [About a paragraph or 2] -
Carl spent his first 16 years in a violent vault meant for social experiments. The inhabitants had no say in any matter, and was ruled by a dictator following his "orders" coming from his terminal. Some of the grown up vault dwellers plotted a secret attack on their leader. The adults were in for a surprise when they found out their leader wasn't a human, but simply an advanced computer giving orders over the speakers in the vault. The confusion was imminent when the adults announced their victory over the speakers. A war between the different parties in the vault broke out a couple of days later after "the attack" as a result of different people had different meanings of how to best continue life in their "new" vault. Carl and a few others left the vault voluntarily when given the choice, not allowed to enter the vault ever again. They had had enough violence in their lives and wanted to start a peaceful life in the wasteland. Not knowing much about the wastes, other than what they were told about it over the speakers, they were in for another surprise. Dead bodies and rotting carcasses became a common sight and life was harsh. They managed to travel up in the mountains and lived peacefully for a couple of years before some riders discovered their little farm. The raiders killed every one except Carl, who was out in the wastes hunting, and made the farm their home. Carl new something was wrong when he returned. Not wanting to confront the raiders, he ran away to find a new place to live.
Good sir, you must fill out an application to do so. Do not just say that you are waiting to be whitelisted, we all filled out an application.
****.
we dont use teamspeak anymore it is mumble