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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from CoolDownPills

    -Minecraft Account Name: CoolDownPills

    -How old are you?: 12

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yeah.

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: The guy that knows that guy, the anonymous man who know one really knows. Nah, I'm the guy that goes around your school or community yelling "Let there be cake!" while trying to convince people that mercury is a nice bathing shampoo.

    -How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: 8 hours a day.

    -How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since late October of 2011.

    -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Very long time, the old server of this very server was my first time role playing, let's say now I'm very experienced.

    -What do you expect this server will be like?: Like the last.

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Too many Fallout RP servers, but, I want to get back into my roots.

    -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I get banned sometimes for stupid acts of others, but really, everyone has been banned before, no way to prevent it when you have the admin who is in his mid-life crisis.

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yeah, same as the last.

    -How did you hear about us?: My friend Irishkingkilla and InvdrZim13, my last server's RP buddy, told me about this.

    -Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: I thought it was Teamspeak... Dan you suck at copy and pasting.


    In-Character:
    -Character Name: Gregory Hodges (Also known as Mutt)

    -Biography: Gregory Hodges was born, but divines never blessed him or his parents. Greg was seperated by his parents somehow, someway, to end up in a hell of a mess at 20 years of age. Greg never knew the truth about what his parents were or how they lost him, but didn't care. Liquor and whiskey stained his past life, making it harder to remember. All Greg knew or needs to know is, he has survived what was handed to him. Greg was a wanderer, stoping at the ocasional bar to get food and some drinks, to set camp the next night. Life was average, a survivor trying to survive, not letting anything or anyone try to prevent it. Greg was use to the schdule every morning to quickly pull down camp and travel farther East. Most bar stories he heard came from the East. Some called it the land of riches and life, but Greg just called it East. People tell stories how they found many people, cities even out East, and loots and weapons that are so big, that they can blow away masses of mutants. Greg just knew they were tales of a drunk man's imagination, but Greg was a traveler and a gambler. But, the farther East he got, the more he'll see ruins. Hope filled Greg when there was nothing out there to hope for. One day, he found the real reason he went East. While scvanging through a destroy Big Mart, he found this girl in the aisle in front of him. She was paralised with his venomous sights. She ran quickly, Greg chased after, hopefully not letting another prospecter steal his scraps. The chased goes down, aisle down aisle. But soon, Greg catched up as they reached a dead end. She stopped, while Greg kept running. He tried to stop his feet, but it was too late, he tackled her with his clumsyness. Greg gives out a small chuckle when they fell. She pushed him off, but afterwards she let out her hand. Did anyone in the wastes have the same looks and charm as her. Greg didn't even know her name and she was trying to help. Greg accepted the hand, being pulled up. He mumbled "Sorry..." as we walked away. She ran after him, being eager to find someone who didn't try to kill her. She got in front of him, making him stop. She quickly said "Hey stranger, I'm Janet!" She stared megerly at him, expecting a reply. Greg let out a burt of breath, quickly saying "I don't want to start relations here, I'm just going to go back to my camp and go back to my routine." Janet stoped him again saying "C'mon, your the first friendly face I've seen 'round here. Let's go split a conversation over whiskey, it's on me." Greg couldn't go at this point. If he wanted to leave without being followed, he had to agree to do this. Greg said "Whiskey sounds good, by the way, I'm Greg." His first contact with someone who didn't try to shoot back, this was a success. The night went on, one thing led to another, then Greg and Janet started an agreement to start traveling with each other. Greg forgot what happened on that day, but he thinks it was destiny that got them together, but it was really just luck and lust, with a touch of whiskey.
    Years passed, Janet and Greg got closer. Soon, they considered themselves together in any kind of relation. But, one day Greg is going to loose it all. The day was hot, the sun was cooking like a frag grenade. It was dusty, sand coming in all directions. He told Janet to stick close attention and to stay behind him if she didn't want to loose her life. But, the sand was blinding, and out of no where bandits came out, guns shooting out. They commanded the both of them on their knees, Greg was ready for the execution. They first took their packs off, preparing to shoot anywhere. They started off with Greg, shooting him in the lower back. He fell, face against the sand. He was in shock. He's not dead. Thoughts in his head were speeding like trains. He just closed his eyes trying to ignore his life. He felt very light headed, he felt null. The second shot was fired. He tried to glance, but he couldn't do it. The pain was deep. After a few minutes. He opened his eyes again, seeing Janet's pale face, noticing the small bullet hole perfectly in her forehead. He couldn't bare the sight of his fallen comrade. Not even a comrade... his lover. He tried to move, strugling back up. He can move perfectly for a man who just got shot in the back. He could stand, walk even. But, when he tried to walk away from the scene, he started barfing. That memory was on replay, the image of Janet, it was spiraling. He just fell, it all went black. He later awoke, seeing no remains of Janet or his clothes. He was naked in the middle of the dessert. Greg searched the sands, finding the firm grip of his hunting knife. He went a little North, finding plains. He searched the fields for any scraps, only finding a pack of wolves. He chose the best situation possible. He skinned a wolf by wresstling it and choking it. Greg thought it was humane enough for his situation. He missed Janet, but he thought she would've wanted him to still live. That's the only thought that kept him alive for this long without bursting his brains out. So, he lived his life contuining to go East untill he finds his maker. People he traded with started calling him 'Mutt'. He calls himself by that name now since of his apparel. He's waiting to find the next road that lays infront of him. -Character Family: Mutt wants Janet is out there, waiting for his arrival, but he doubts himself more everyday.

    -Character Age: 28

    -Character Appearance: A blonde man with shaggy hair and a scruffy beard, and wearing a dog hide around his body.

    -Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): He can't handle being alone when it's night, and he cannot feel physical pain at all, so he can't tell if something is wrong with him.

    -Occupation: Nomad/Merchant

    -Can your character read or write?: He can read, but when he wrights it isn't proper grammar or literature.

    -Can your character mine?: Can't mine for **** if he's mining deep.

    -Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): By building holes small shacks and tents, yes.

    -Can your character fight?: Amazingly since he cannot feel pain of his enemy's weapon.

    -Can your character farm?: No, Mutt has a bad past with trying to grow produce.

    -Does your character have any special skills?: He can't feel pain.

    -Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He is pretty healthy, but he occasionally goes insane when it's night.

    -Character Fears: The moon rising and darkness sweeps the wastes.

    -DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): Mutt has never felt pain physically, but emotionally, yes. He has been through rough times when he was with Janet. They use to actually kiss when they weren't chased by dust storms and mutants. But, when he lost her, it all fell apart. He couldn't spend another night alone with Janet by his side keeping him warm making him feel secure.

    -A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):

    -Other Information: Let's say I have more RP experience then the ass hats on the last server had. But, if there are any snails on this server, they are going to get salted. Nah, I'm not that mean. I don't care if anyone from the last server are playing. Hopefully no one holds grudges. I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!

    Quote from CoolDownPills

    -Minecraft Account Name: CoolDownPills

    -How old are you?: 12

    -Time-Zone/Country of Residence: EST

    -Do you have a good grip on the English language and good grammar?: Yeah.

    -Small 2-3 Sentence Description of yourself: The guy that knows that guy, the anonymous man who know one really knows. Nah, I'm the guy that goes around your school or community yelling "Let there be cake!" while trying to convince people that mercury is a nice bathing shampoo.

    -How much time could you dedicate on the server weekly?: 8 hours a day.

    -How long have been you been playing Minecraft?: Since late October of 2011.

    -What do you know about roleplaying? How long have you been doing it? What kind?: Very long time, the old server of this very server was my first time role playing, let's say now I'm very experienced.

    -What do you expect this server will be like?: Like the last.

    -What other server(s) have you played on and why did you leave them?: Too many Fallout RP servers, but, I want to get back into my roots.

    -Have you ever been banned before? if, why? ( Be Honest ): I get banned sometimes for stupid acts of others, but really, everyone has been banned before, no way to prevent it when you have the admin who is in his mid-life crisis.

    -Have you read, understood, and agreed to the rules?: Yeah, same as the last.

    -How did you hear about us?: My friend Irishkingkilla and InvdrZim13, my last server's RP buddy, told me about this.

    -Will you be willing to download and be active on our Mumble server?: I thought it was Teamspeak... Dan you suck at copy and pasting.


    In-Character:
    -Character Name: Gregory Hodges (Also known as Mutt)

    -Biography: Gregory Hodges was born, but divines never blessed him or his parents. Greg was seperated by his parents somehow, someway, to end up in a hell of a mess at 20 years of age. Greg never knew the truth about what his parents were or how they lost him, but didn't care. Liquor and whiskey stained his past life, making it harder to remember. All Greg knew or needs to know is, he has survived what was handed to him. Greg was a wanderer, stoping at the ocasional bar to get food and some drinks, to set camp the next night. Life was average, a survivor trying to survive, not letting anything or anyone try to prevent it. Greg was use to the schdule every morning to quickly pull down camp and travel farther East. Most bar stories he heard came from the East. Some called it the land of riches and life, but Greg just called it East. People tell stories how they found many people, cities even out East, and loots and weapons that are so big, that they can blow away masses of mutants. Greg just knew they were tales of a drunk man's imagination, but Greg was a traveler and a gambler. But, the farther East he got, the more he'll see ruins. Hope filled Greg when there was nothing out there to hope for. One day, he found the real reason he went East. While scvanging through a destroy Big Mart, he found this girl in the aisle in front of him. She was paralised with his venomous sights. She ran quickly, Greg chased after, hopefully not letting another prospecter steal his scraps. The chased goes down, aisle down aisle. But soon, Greg catched up as they reached a dead end. She stopped, while Greg kept running. He tried to stop his feet, but it was too late, he tackled her with his clumsyness. Greg gives out a small chuckle when they fell. She pushed him off, but afterwards she let out her hand. Did anyone in the wastes have the same looks and charm as her. Greg didn't even know her name and she was trying to help. Greg accepted the hand, being pulled up. He mumbled "Sorry..." as we walked away. She ran after him, being eager to find someone who didn't try to kill her. She got in front of him, making him stop. She quickly said "Hey stranger, I'm Janet!" She stared megerly at him, expecting a reply. Greg let out a burt of breath, quickly saying "I don't want to start relations here, I'm just going to go back to my camp and go back to my routine." Janet stoped him again saying "C'mon, your the first friendly face I've seen 'round here. Let's go split a conversation over whiskey, it's on me." Greg couldn't go at this point. If he wanted to leave without being followed, he had to agree to do this. Greg said "Whiskey sounds good, by the way, I'm Greg." His first contact with someone who didn't try to shoot back, this was a success. The night went on, one thing led to another, then Greg and Janet started an agreement to start traveling with each other. Greg forgot what happened on that day, but he thinks it was destiny that got them together, but it was really just luck and lust, with a touch of whiskey.
    Years passed, Janet and Greg got closer. Soon, they considered themselves together in any kind of relation. But, one day Greg is going to loose it all. The day was hot, the sun was cooking like a frag grenade. It was dusty, sand coming in all directions. He told Janet to stick close attention and to stay behind him if she didn't want to loose her life. But, the sand was blinding, and out of no where bandits came out, guns shooting out. They commanded the both of them on their knees, Greg was ready for the execution. They first took their packs off, preparing to shoot anywhere. They started off with Greg, shooting him in the lower back. He fell, face against the sand. He was in shock. He's not dead. Thoughts in his head were speeding like trains. He just closed his eyes trying to ignore his life. He felt very light headed, he felt null. The second shot was fired. He tried to glance, but he couldn't do it. The pain was deep. After a few minutes. He opened his eyes again, seeing Janet's pale face, noticing the small bullet hole perfectly in her forehead. He couldn't bare the sight of his fallen comrade. Not even a comrade... his lover. He tried to move, strugling back up. He can move perfectly for a man who just got shot in the back. He could stand, walk even. But, when he tried to walk away from the scene, he started barfing. That memory was on replay, the image of Janet, it was spiraling. He just fell, it all went black. He later awoke, seeing no remains of Janet or his clothes. He was naked in the middle of the dessert. Greg searched the sands, finding the firm grip of his hunting knife. He went a little North, finding plains. He searched the fields for any scraps, only finding a pack of wolves. He chose the best situation possible. He skinned a wolf by wresstling it and choking it. Greg thought it was humane enough for his situation. He missed Janet, but he thought she would've wanted him to still live. That's the only thought that kept him alive for this long without bursting his brains out. So, he lived his life contuining to go East untill he finds his maker. People he traded with started calling him 'Mutt'. He calls himself by that name now since of his apparel. He's waiting to find the next road that lays infront of him. -Character Family: Mutt wants Janet is out there, waiting for his arrival, but he doubts himself more everyday.

    -Character Age: 28

    -Character Appearance: A blonde man with shaggy hair and a scruffy beard, and wearing a dog hide around his body.

    -Character Personality: (Any fatal flaws?): He can't handle being alone when it's night, and he cannot feel physical pain at all, so he can't tell if something is wrong with him.

    -Occupation: Nomad/Merchant

    -Can your character read or write?: He can read, but when he wrights it isn't proper grammar or literature.

    -Can your character mine?: Can't mine for **** if he's mining deep.

    -Can your character build? (Holes in the ground do not count): By building holes small shacks and tents, yes.

    -Can your character fight?: Amazingly since he cannot feel pain of his enemy's weapon.

    -Can your character farm?: No, Mutt has a bad past with trying to grow produce.

    -Does your character have any special skills?: He can't feel pain.

    -Does your character have any mental or physical disabilities? Any health problems?: He is pretty healthy, but he occasionally goes insane when it's night.

    -Character Fears: The moon rising and darkness sweeps the wastes.

    -DESCRIBE an event where your character is in deep pain.(No, *I dodge the raiders arrows*, write it out): Mutt has never felt pain physically, but emotionally, yes. He has been through rough times when he was with Janet. They use to actually kiss when they weren't chased by dust storms and mutants. But, when he lost her, it all fell apart. He couldn't spend another night alone with Janet by his side keeping him warm making him feel secure.

    -A screenshot of your skin: (Please include a picture of the skin being worn, and a png of the skin itself):

    -Other Information: Let's say I have more RP experience then the ass hats on the last server had. But, if there are any snails on this server, they are going to get salted. Nah, I'm not that mean. I don't care if anyone from the last server are playing. Hopefully no one holds grudges. I will use ((*)) or brackets to speak in OOC in the local chat if needed or I will get banned!
    Good to see you back Pills! How have you been?
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from Kralion

    You have been in build for almost a year, maybe more. Dont you think thats enough?
    For a year? We haven't even started building.
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from theprofit10

    When do you guys think the server will be up?
    When we finish it up!
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    Same as my username, InvdrZim13

    I'm not super old school, infdev people are the real old schoolers
    Not really, the real old schoolers are the ones who went to old arcade attractions!
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    since alpha 1.0.0
    You're so old school, what is your skype?
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    O_O lol
    Yeah, so how long have you been playing Minecraft?
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    That's a good one


    He was on an rp server I staffed on
    Oh now i remember, i recall seing your name when i was scouting for the old Ruined World players! :)
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    Not the first time we've been confused
    But you recently applied, how can you know anything? You spying dwag?
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    probably zimmeme
    How did you figure so fast? :o
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    Weird lol, I just put an app up like a week ago
    Oh right, that explains, but i aso think there was a older palyer called a similar name though.

    Quote from JCQuiinn

    Alright Dangi. Info has been sent to ya. Just tell me what I need ta do, and I'll do what I can to help.

    I added you five years ago, where is my accept you ****?
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    Be a little more specific
    I feel like i know you. Did you play on the old server?
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    S'all good lol, I got this
    Alright good. So who are you actually?
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    Well I'm like 30 min away from canada anyway but I'm stuck here in the US for awhile xD
    Maybe i can come over and save your sweet Linux ass?
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    Lol the whole cost thing is killing me, only advantage I see is the metric system, but I can go to Canada for that XD
    Well i say go with Canada rather then anything else in America. Or you could try Amsterdan!
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    posted a message on ☣ Ruined World: Reborn™ ☣[Serious Roleplay|Hardcore|Realistic|Forum|Teamspeak] ☢
    Quote from InvdrZim13

    I'm not allowed to do that from the inside? Lol I still have college and senior year of highschool
    You can do that in Europe as well mate! :D
    Posted in: PC Servers
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