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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Okay, it has been a whole day and I am still unable to log onto the server. I am still getting the error message: You are not allowed to join this server. Goodbye!
    I really want to start RPing, so I am sorry if I come off as impatient, but when am I going to get whitelisted?
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Yeah, been a while since I was accepted, and I am eager to start RPing.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    I am still having problems connecting to the server, is this normal? If so, how long is the usual wait time for whitelisting?Quick little side note, I registered on the server's forums.
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Is "you are not allowed to join this server. Goodbye!" a whitelist message or a ban message?
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    OOC:

    IGN: drewgon13

    Age: 16

    Time you can dedicate: Depends, I moderate a survival server called MoonCraft, so I would say maybe an hour two every other day or more.

    Why us?: I used to play another fallout RP and that died, so I am looking for another serious RP server to engage in.

    Define Role-Playing in your words: Interactive storytelling. The thrill of fighting bandits, the pride of completing quests, and the guilt of failing those you protect, all of this and more experienced and shared by the players.

    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using things you hear or learn OC for your own gain. Ex. Reading plans on a forum and telling your troop that plan.

    Define Power-gaming in your words: Doing unrealistic things like throwing yourself off a cliff while tied up or killing people with your mind.


    IC:

    Name: Markus Bizchinton

    Nickname: Cell Block (He left his old name with his old life.)

    Age: 23

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: A blonde tall man in a modified enclave power light power armor. An old world flag that has seen as much wear and tear as him hangs from his back. He has solar panels on his back for powering his suit.

    Personality: A very justice and revenge driven person. He has a lot of bottled up emotions that constantly threaten to explode into rage. He fears imprisonment almost as much as he fears abandonment. He is cold and logical around men, but loosens up and becomes flirtatious around women. He is indeed a lady killer (Yes I mean the perk...). He is indeed self-conscious and just a little paranoid at times.
    In-game RP example: The strangest sight to ever be seen in the lowly saloon on this beaten path, a man in blue power armor. But he isn't Brotherhood, so what is he? The bartender and just about every drunk in the bar is wondering the same thing. He walks up to the bar ignoring the looks from the people. He ask the bartender:
    "I'll have a whiskey and some mentats if you have 'em."
    "Comin' up Mr.....?"
    "Cell Block, just Cell Block."
    "Okay Mr. Cell Block, a whiskey and some mentats coming up."
    The man removes his helmet and inhales deeply. One can only breath recycled air for so long. The whiskey and mentats are set in front of him and he places some caps on the bar. He downs the whiskey and pops a mentat before placing them in an armored pack built into his suit. The door to the saloon swings open as the local NCR deserters that showed up not too long after vegas fell walk into the bar. Eyes go from the armored man to the gang then back to the armored man. The leader, a scarred man by the name of Rat Fur, walks up to the armored man. He eyes him and Cell Block orders some mentats for the road, he places some caps on the bar. Rat Fur says:
    "You are a little short there buddy."
    "No I'm not, 12 caps for some mentats."
    "Well in this town there is a 50 cap "Don't kill me please" tax. Now how 'bout you pay up?"
    "How 'bout I don't?"
    The NCR gangsters pull out their pistols, the civilians run for the hills.
    "We are gonna ask you one more time, pay up. I don't want to waste any ammo on you."
    "And here is my answer, activate psycho injection system."
    Before Rat fur can react Cell Block gives him a mouth full of power fist. Cell Block puts his helmet back on and activates VATS. 65% chance of succeeding in taking out the rest, those odds will have to do. Cell Block delivers a blow to one's stomach causing internal damage. He hears a bullet or two bounce off his chest piece. One hits a joint in his arm and pain shoots through shoulder. Stimpaks inject automatically to heal the injury. Cell Block back hands the shooter before nailing him in the head with a swift skull crushing blow. Maybe it is time for him to go. He walks over to the bar where the bartender is cowering and sets a handful of caps down.
    "This should cover the little mess I made."
    Cell Block keeps on walking toward Utah, maybe life will be better there.
    Background: Cell Block used to be a peaceful wastelander in Nevada. Then he met Vicky. She was the prettiest sight one ever set eyes on. Vicky was coming through his town when she stopped at the general store he worked at under the most unbearable SOB in the entire wasteland. He made chit chat with Vicky before asking her what she was in town for. She said she was running a shipment for some traders. Being the Lady Killer Cell Block was (and still is) he began flirting. One thing lead to another and pretty soon he and Vicky were doing somethings that don't really need explaining... Cell Block left his little town to travel with his new love Vicky. He learned that what they were moving was energy weapons of the Van Graffs. Cell Block made himself useful with his knowledge of fixing things and of guns to repair regular lead spittin' guns for sale. Together he and Vicky made a living. Vicky always wore her Power Fist when they were on the road. When it would start to fail her Cell Block would fix it. He modified it several times to get it right to its max.

    Then one day while moving down by Sloan a group of armored thugs going by the name of the Brotherhood of Steel captured them and took their power weapons. Vicky and him put up a fight, but their armor was too strong. Cell Block was imprisoned for what felt like years (He lost the time early on.) He learned that Vicky had tried to escape and was killed. That broke Cell Block, he spiraled into depression. Then when he could no longer feel sadness he felt rage. He vowed to get his revenge. When the second battle of hoover dam happened he booked it right out of the Brotherhood base and nabbed Vicky's Power Fist and some of his gear from a container in the prison and a suit of armor that they were running tests on. It used to belong to a group called the enclave. It was long and hard, trail and error learning how to work the suit. But he learned, and one day he got a letter telling of Utah and the wonders it held there. Cell Block knew vegas was dead and he began traveling Utah bound. His oath stood true, as much did his hate of the Brotherhood. That is all that he brought with him of his old life other than his gear. He changed his name to Cell Block and moved on. Markus Bizchinton is dead, Only his hate lives on.
    Nukacola is tasty, sorry, forgot.
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    posted a message on The Vault Roleplay [revamped!] We have launched!
    OOC:

    IGN: drewgon13

    Age: 16

    Why do you want to play on this server?: I used to play this server, even when it became retrofuture

    Did you read the rules? Yes, :Sheep:

    IC:

    Character Name: Cell Block

    Character age: 27

    RP Example(not just a conversation between two or more people):
    Cell Block has been traveling for days, and dirt has found its way into the joints of his modified enclave armor causing the metal to grind in an unpleasant way. He was hungry and thirsty, but the suit's automatic drug system fed a constant stream of caffeine into his body so he wasn't tired. His HUD showed that his suit would need recharging soon, and waiting for solar recharge wasn't an option out here in raider country. He would need batteries soon, or risk shutdown. He decides to head to a nearby ridge and scan the area. He spots a small encampment of raiders nearby. Three raiders eating around a fire. Locked boxes surround a nearby tent. And leaning on one of the boxes is exactly what he was hoping for, a Brotherhood of steel power armor set. Although slightly bloody, a blinking warning light on the helmet tells that the suit still has its power cells. Cell block plans his attack and then moves in to flank the raiders. The twilight sun will be directly in their eyes, giving Cell Block the advantage. He draws his 45 out of its holster and rushes in. A small firefight later cell block is recharged and ready to go.
    Bio (MUST be AT LEAST 1-2 good paragraphs):

    Cell Block is an escapee from an enclave prison out north. After a brotherhood of steel attack set him free he used his skills in repair and modification to make his special armor out of a scout's armor. He had been imprisoned for sedition and abandonment of his troop back when he was an enclave officer. Now he just seeks out to help the people of the wasteland. He still has his bias, but considers himself open minded. He is somewhat reactive to seeing abuse of the defenseless and may not make the best choices when faced with tough decisions. He fears confined spaces and imprisonment more than death itself. And lastly, he loves the radio and tends to keep the one in his helmet on at all times.
    Posted in: Minecraft Survival Servers (archive)
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    posted a message on Retrofuture, a steampunk RP server
    Wait, new lore. Wasn't there some big battle before the server even went up about how the Lore is the highest law and what not. What is going on now?
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    posted a message on Retrofuture, a steampunk RP server
    Quote from Redforest

    I have an idea for wall defenses... not sure how or how well this might be implemented.Cobblestone generators and pistons.Iron/stone brick capped walls and several feeds of lava and water sending cobble upwards for a constantly repairing wall.Forces can be fighting and not worrying about rebuilding the outer defenses.

    While that sounds sooooooooo cool, it is kind of out of our range.
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    posted a message on Retrofuture, a steampunk RP server
    Well, first off, Banned and stuff for Meta Gaming.

    Second, with what stuff? To be completely honest we can't even dig into our own budget without sully or Bones.
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    posted a message on Retrofuture, a steampunk RP server
    So ground superiority is out the window.And moon, who is this guy that needs help?
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    posted a message on Retrofuture, a steampunk RP server
    Well now our tanks have a hard time getting in.
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    posted a message on Retrofuture, a steampunk RP server
    Can some one translate what moon just said?
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    posted a message on Retrofuture, a steampunk RP server
    What about our walls then?
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