I thought it was saturday since everyone likes to have their fridays social and their sundays to crash(specially for the more hardcore members that go 24 hours strait) so i hope i'm not being the bearer of good news... but launch looks like this saturday
I thought it was saturday since everyone likes to have their fridays social and their sundays to crash(specially for the more hardcore members that go 24 hours strait) so i hope i'm not being the bearer of good news... but launch looks like this saturday
The post doesn't say Saturday the 8th or anything.
I thought it was saturday since everyone likes to have their fridays social and their sundays to crash(specially for the more hardcore members that go 24 hours strait) so i hope i'm not being the bearer of good news... but launch looks like this saturday
The post doesn't say Saturday the 8th or anything.
Of course, I work all day on the launch date. Just my luck. Oh well, my cryo pod or whatever gets stuck closed for a day or two.
Roleplay whitelist application:
(OOC)
Username - Varyon
Age - 21
How you found out about us - Random browsing
Previous roleplay experience - Former owner and operator of a hardcore roleplay server which never entered a state of operation... It was well-thought-out, if I do say so myself (and I do), but lack of experienced and mature help brought the project to its whimpering demise. Posts related to this server can be found here:
Actual roleplay experience was *ahem* experienced on the RoleplayRevolution server before its owner got all butthurt that the players weren't licking his boots. I spawned a 3-month-long character arc for three other players that changed the entire dynamic of in-character politics and intrigue, and utimately contributed to the demise of the server simply by my existence. And all I did was sit in a hole and play an insane mad scientist that didn't actually do anything. I quit when one of the admins started flying around encasing players in bedrock, and claimed it was one of his "ender powers". Yeaaah no.
(IC)
Name - Stanislaus Varyon (yeah yeah laugh it up)
Age - 21
Personality - Eager to learn, slightly eccentric.
Biography - Stanislaus was born to Slavic Earthborn parents on a distant agricultural colony. His father was a master brewer, who kept the construction crews appeased with strong imbibements after a hard day's work. There was such a huge demand for these drinks because of a terraforming accident that left the water supply drinkable, but teeming with hostile microorganisms. Alcohol brewing saved the colony, just as it saved humanity thousands of years ago in the Dark Ages.
An only child, Stan worked long hours with his father at the stills and in the fields, leaving little time for a traditional education. In his spare time, he tinkered with scraps left over from the prefabs and pieced together time-saving devices for use in the fields. They didn't last long, and their usefulness was suspect, but they kept Stan's mind occupied as he experimented with concepts for his various tasks.
As an adult, he was expected to take up his father's position, but the young man was stricken with a terrible case of wanderlust. This life just wasn't enough for him. As construction projects slowed in frequency and the demand for clean water became less of an issue after a second, more successful terraform, the business (and the money) dried up. The last source of income his family had was his mother, who played the piano at a local eatery. It wasn't nearly enough to live on, but the farm provided enough to scrape by with. When a roving core world colony ship entered planetary orbit, Stan saw his chance.
He packed his bags, bid farewell to his family, and promised to return with something they could live on. With his meager knowledge of the physics and sciences necessary to pass entry requirements, Stan barely eked aboard through his knowledge of agriculture and arboriculture. Most of the more educated crew looked down on this lowly farmboy, and he was given more than one aside glance as the cryo pods closed for the next inter-planetary jump.
The landscape was ablaze. From his tower, the armored god surveyed his once-proud empire with disgust. He had given them everything, and this was how they repayed him? By allying themselves with the wretched Skaa? By hijacking his Koloss and raiding the armories? By pledging to never lay down their arms until the divine Lord Ruler lay stone dead in a pool of his almighty blood?
It began at the docks. Two citizens tossed Shardtools into the Skaa pens, and minutes later half of the Inquisition lay dead. The mighty Inquisitors, stalwart defenders and enforcers of Imperial Law, unkillable by human hands, butchered like rank-and-file guardsmen. Hundreds of Koloss, chained together at the hips, dragged the massive Lyngbakr Fortress ashore, tearing its cannon from their mountings and aiming them at the walls of Luthadel.
"The hour is at hand. I prepared, I fought, I sacrificed, but the hour is at hand." Harsh metallic words hung in the thin air atop Kredik Shaw. "Levjatanon rises, come to take back his investment. But I will not go quietly. I will not die again, not without a fight, a fight that will be remembered for all of time!" He tore off his mask, the life-giving apparatus that had sustained him for hundreds of years. "Can you hear me, Dragon? I am not afraid! Come, come and take it! You have turned my citizens, brought my empire to its knees, but I AM STILL A GOD!" The Dragon acquiesced, exploding forth from the ground hundreds of meters below. It rose, and came to face its challenger. Armies of the Enders swarmed the walls, tearing apart guards and rebels alike. With one mighty roar, the Dragon rushed forward at the purple-clad insect before it, and the Lord Ruler dove off his mighty tower at the beast, claws bared, voice shrieking at the inevitable darkness below...
The rigors of space travel took their toll. Stanislaus was plagued by hyperspace fever dreams during cryo-sleep. He dreaded closing his eyes after his plasteel coffin slid shut. But the final jump was ahead, only one more endless night to endure. He could start a business of his own, growing things everyone would need and want, perhaps even breeding Ebony trees and crafting pianos like his mother's. The military crew went to their stations, the civilians to their pods. The last of the colonists was aboard, and their new home was only a few calculations away. The plasteel coffin slid shut, and for the first time, Stanislaus dreamed of his future.
But his future would not begin as he had anticipated. Yes, it's weird. But I can't just abandon my old character. It's a part of me now, and the story grows with every server I apply to.
Oh my. I like that very much. I think it goes without saying, you have been adde the the whitelist, Varyon
Also, one quick announcement... Someone mentioned to me the other day that some of his friends who were interested in te server wanted to have a sort of meet and greet some time soon. Just to become familiar with the staff and their fellow players. Since we're launching Saturday, I was thinking that Friday night would be a good day to do this. I'd like to invite everyone who has already applied and have yet to apply to join us on our Ventrilo server on Friday at 7:00 PM ET for a chance to get to know the community and the staff team. You can access our Vent by using the URL voice.unlimitedclan.net with the port number 8225. I'll have Kuloko update the original post with this announcement and pour vent info as soon as I get off work. I look forward to seeing you all there
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"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way, I wouldn't have to have any goddamn stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me."
"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way, I wouldn't have to have any goddamn stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me."
Hahaha now that I can't wait to see :3 I'll give a diamond to whichever one of you can kill the other first!
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"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way, I wouldn't have to have any goddamn stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me."
We should make that a mini event for community members. Have everyone pick one person they want to have their as their "Archenemy" and as long as the other person agrees it would turn into a bet. Tyler could keep an official list of the pairings of 1v1s and there could small rewards (nothing huge or gamebreaking since this is just for laughs) depending on how quickly after launch you killed the person.
The first person to kill his opponent would get the best reward and would start a "timer". From that point onward, the rewards for killing the person you are matched against would decrease over time and then after a certain number of days the contest would end regardless of if everyone died or not.
The meet and greet tonight is going to be pushed back 1 hour, to 8:00 pm Eastern Time. Unfortunately, I'm still stuck at my office (we had a bunch of databases crash on us). I'm getting out of here as fast as I can, but there's no way I'll make it home by 7.
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"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way, I wouldn't have to have any goddamn stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me."
The post doesn't say Saturday the 8th or anything.
"The only place I wanna go; that's forward. Going back is a waste."
"Go back there, it's the only place people like you belong."
"Just don't come back."
The post doesn't say Saturday the 8th or anything.
Roleplay whitelist application:
(OOC)
Username - Varyon
Age - 21
How you found out about us - Random browsing
Previous roleplay experience - Former owner and operator of a hardcore roleplay server which never entered a state of operation... It was well-thought-out, if I do say so myself (and I do), but lack of experienced and mature help brought the project to its whimpering demise. Posts related to this server can be found here:
http://www.minecraft.../#entry18146863
Actual roleplay experience was *ahem* experienced on the RoleplayRevolution server before its owner got all butthurt that the players weren't licking his boots. I spawned a 3-month-long character arc for three other players that changed the entire dynamic of in-character politics and intrigue, and utimately contributed to the demise of the server simply by my existence. And all I did was sit in a hole and play an insane mad scientist that didn't actually do anything. I quit when one of the admins started flying around encasing players in bedrock, and claimed it was one of his "ender powers". Yeaaah no.
(IC)
Name - Stanislaus Varyon (yeah yeah laugh it up)
Age - 21
Personality - Eager to learn, slightly eccentric.
Biography - Stanislaus was born to Slavic Earthborn parents on a distant agricultural colony. His father was a master brewer, who kept the construction crews appeased with strong imbibements after a hard day's work. There was such a huge demand for these drinks because of a terraforming accident that left the water supply drinkable, but teeming with hostile microorganisms. Alcohol brewing saved the colony, just as it saved humanity thousands of years ago in the Dark Ages.
An only child, Stan worked long hours with his father at the stills and in the fields, leaving little time for a traditional education. In his spare time, he tinkered with scraps left over from the prefabs and pieced together time-saving devices for use in the fields. They didn't last long, and their usefulness was suspect, but they kept Stan's mind occupied as he experimented with concepts for his various tasks.
As an adult, he was expected to take up his father's position, but the young man was stricken with a terrible case of wanderlust. This life just wasn't enough for him. As construction projects slowed in frequency and the demand for clean water became less of an issue after a second, more successful terraform, the business (and the money) dried up. The last source of income his family had was his mother, who played the piano at a local eatery. It wasn't nearly enough to live on, but the farm provided enough to scrape by with. When a roving core world colony ship entered planetary orbit, Stan saw his chance.
He packed his bags, bid farewell to his family, and promised to return with something they could live on. With his meager knowledge of the physics and sciences necessary to pass entry requirements, Stan barely eked aboard through his knowledge of agriculture and arboriculture. Most of the more educated crew looked down on this lowly farmboy, and he was given more than one aside glance as the cryo pods closed for the next inter-planetary jump.
The landscape was ablaze. From his tower, the armored god surveyed his once-proud empire with disgust. He had given them everything, and this was how they repayed him? By allying themselves with the wretched Skaa? By hijacking his Koloss and raiding the armories? By pledging to never lay down their arms until the divine Lord Ruler lay stone dead in a pool of his almighty blood?
It began at the docks. Two citizens tossed Shardtools into the Skaa pens, and minutes later half of the Inquisition lay dead. The mighty Inquisitors, stalwart defenders and enforcers of Imperial Law, unkillable by human hands, butchered like rank-and-file guardsmen. Hundreds of Koloss, chained together at the hips, dragged the massive Lyngbakr Fortress ashore, tearing its cannon from their mountings and aiming them at the walls of Luthadel.
"The hour is at hand. I prepared, I fought, I sacrificed, but the hour is at hand." Harsh metallic words hung in the thin air atop Kredik Shaw. "Levjatanon rises, come to take back his investment. But I will not go quietly. I will not die again, not without a fight, a fight that will be remembered for all of time!" He tore off his mask, the life-giving apparatus that had sustained him for hundreds of years. "Can you hear me, Dragon? I am not afraid! Come, come and take it! You have turned my citizens, brought my empire to its knees, but I AM STILL A GOD!" The Dragon acquiesced, exploding forth from the ground hundreds of meters below. It rose, and came to face its challenger. Armies of the Enders swarmed the walls, tearing apart guards and rebels alike. With one mighty roar, the Dragon rushed forward at the purple-clad insect before it, and the Lord Ruler dove off his mighty tower at the beast, claws bared, voice shrieking at the inevitable darkness below...
The rigors of space travel took their toll. Stanislaus was plagued by hyperspace fever dreams during cryo-sleep. He dreaded closing his eyes after his plasteel coffin slid shut. But the final jump was ahead, only one more endless night to endure. He could start a business of his own, growing things everyone would need and want, perhaps even breeding Ebony trees and crafting pianos like his mother's. The military crew went to their stations, the civilians to their pods. The last of the colonists was aboard, and their new home was only a few calculations away. The plasteel coffin slid shut, and for the first time, Stanislaus dreamed of his future.
But his future would not begin as he had anticipated.
Yes, it's weird. But I can't just abandon my old character. It's a part of me now, and the story grows with every server I apply to.
Also, one quick announcement... Someone mentioned to me the other day that some of his friends who were interested in te server wanted to have a sort of meet and greet some time soon. Just to become familiar with the staff and their fellow players. Since we're launching Saturday, I was thinking that Friday night would be a good day to do this. I'd like to invite everyone who has already applied and have yet to apply to join us on our Ventrilo server on Friday at 7:00 PM ET for a chance to get to know the community and the staff team. You can access our Vent by using the URL voice.unlimitedclan.net with the port number 8225. I'll have Kuloko update the original post with this announcement and pour vent info as soon as I get off work. I look forward to seeing you all there
Already on it.
Excellent, thanks Kuloko
Edit:
Looks like that was a bit premature.... Kuloko, you didn't post the date and time of the meet and greet -__-
Challenge accepted.
The first person to kill his opponent would get the best reward and would start a "timer". From that point onward, the rewards for killing the person you are matched against would decrease over time and then after a certain number of days the contest would end regardless of if everyone died or not.
The meet and greet tonight is going to be pushed back 1 hour, to 8:00 pm Eastern Time. Unfortunately, I'm still stuck at my office (we had a bunch of databases crash on us). I'm getting out of here as fast as I can, but there's no way I'll make it home by 7.