originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
[b][u]Before reading further, something you should know:[/u][/b]
[spoiler]This is an RP thread. If you don't like that kind of thing, than I suggest you hit the back tab now.[/spoiler]
Welcome to the [DIGITAL_DOJO], a safe haven for warriors of any kind. Here, all are welcome to train for whatever purpose they may have, whether it be a war, or for personal improvement. You may bring weapons, or buy them here, as we can provide for the unarmed.
OUR POLICY:
The dojo will remain neutral to all other groups, and anyone is welcome to train. This also means we will not interfere with other battles, nor will we start one ourselves. There is one exception however, it is the sovereignty. We have declared war on them, and we will grill their corpses...
If you wish to truly join us, you must go through testing by me or by designated personnel. If not, you do not have permission to take up permanent residence.
This place is centered around fighting. This includes a multitude of different fighting techniques, ranging from bladed weaponry, ranged, magical, to even firearms. We have specialists for each, and we also carry some forms of each in stock.
Another important notice to everyone: do not add or make adjustments to the dojo without asking me first. This includes relations with other groups, buildings, particularly dangerous equipment, and new members.
NEWS:
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WE'VE HIT 50,000!! DON'T SHUT US DOWN NOW![/spoiler]
IMPORTANT THINGS TO NOTE:
[spoiler]I'm not always going to be here! If I don't respond, look for one of the Lieutenants.[/spoiler]
[b]RULES[/b]
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1-the dojo will remain neutral under any and every circumstance, with one exception (see rule 6). All members are required to follow this rule.
2-Any member attempting to take another members life without consent or approval from either the person in question or me will be removed. This becomes effective immediately.
3-Godmodding will grant you a removal from the dojo.
4-lieutenants will now be selected based on merit, not time spent. It is still a factor, but not the main reason for selection.
5-Remember that you cannot win every fight. Try to win if you can, but if you are put up against impossible odds, do not resort to godmodding
6-Anyone and everyone of the sovereignty is our enemy. Kill them and bring their corpses back to the dojo for grilling
7-Ookshmook383141 is not permitted to participate due to constant harassment. No one is permitted to allow him entry.
General RP rules will be discussed in the group[/spoiler]
[b]For those that don't know what this thread is about, this is an RP thread. Which means you can leave if you were here for something else.[/b]
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[b]And yes, we still exist.[/b]
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 9/4/2015 11:10:07 PM[b][i]*a purple comet falls. It lights up the sky into a dim purple as well. It lands straight into the dojo*[/i][/b] *a figure emerges sword drawn* LOOK WHO'S BACK BITCHES! Time to knock some sense into you bloodythirsty Shites! *arms mist up* [spoiler]all right. You folks claiming to fight to get rid of God modding. Fight me! And you'll soon see that what you are fighting...is really yourself....[/spoiler] *puts on...the majoras mask*
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[i]Across the horizon, a Vertibird gunship screams into the Dojo. Thundering overhead, a large metal object falls from the cargo bay, and slams into the ground. The engines of the aircraft slowly fade away as the dust around the crater settles, as two red eyes glow forth from the dust. A massive figure in power armor walks forward, a tattered Old World Flag draping down from his back. On one shoulder is a mounted M2HB .50 caliber machine gun, which shifts forward into a firing position, its bolt locking forward. On the other shoulder sits a deathclaw skull, and across the man's mask, is splattered blood. Two bandoliers cross his chest, and another crosses his waist. Two massive magnums sit at his hips, and in his hand is another machine gun, an MG3. Walking forward, Courier Six lifts his arms to the sky, and shouts. [/i] OH IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK! [i]The machine gun on his shoulder begins firing into a crowd, as he fires his MG3 into them as well.[/i]
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Edited by DigitalNinja: 9/4/2015 11:03:15 PM*I begin to sound crazed* Veterans? New members? Hah! [b]I AM THE DOJO[/b]. I'm sick and tired of trying to keep this running, to keep everyone happy. I've seen to many friends fight against each other. I've seen too many allies fall. As of now, things are indeed going to be like old times.. [i]But not the ones they know.[/i] [b]I jump into the crowd, brandishing both swords, the electricity arcing off of them becoming brighter than they have ever been[/b]
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*utah walks around waitng for a fight*
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Edited by Dain Is Fren: 9/4/2015 11:02:16 PM*A woman walks into the Dojo, crying* *Celin's corpse is in her arms* He... He killed him! He killed him! *There is a hole in Celin's chest, right where his heart is*
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[b][i]The sky above the dojo begins to darken, as petals of flame slowly drift towards the ground. The flame, the familiar colour of violet. After the petals have been falling for a good five minutes, all of them fall into a pile in the center of the courtyard. And with that, they explode into a burst of violet Shadow flame. This is no imitation of the one who also claims to have this ability, this was true flame made of shadow. Dark spots splotch the violet, in a colour blacker than black, and give off incredible heat. And from that explosion, a tall figure walks out. The violet flame burns around them, [url=http://imgur.com/857GTAT]and a thick suit of armor surronds them.[/url] They seem to stop and sniff the air, as their right arm is covered with a long blue crystal like substance, growing to the size of a broadsword, and their left arm seems to have bone grow over it, into a long scythe. A veteran has returned for the slaughter.[/i][/b]
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Edited by DigitalNinja: 9/4/2015 10:51:18 PM*I become conflicted, watching everyone fight each other* Something has to be done about this... [b]Suddenly, something inside of me snaps[/b]
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Edited by Stratos: 9/4/2015 10:39:36 PM*Clutches party poppers and fireworks* *wonders what happened to the party* [i]Hello?[/i] [i]Does this mean in gonna get killed?[/i]
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*I stand, overlooking the dojo, witnessing the immense battle that begins to unfold*
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*Mjolnir walks into the Dojo, watching the chaos unfold* *pulls out Excalibur and Ityor, prepared for for a fight*
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Hello? I'm back, if anyone remembers me. (A.K.A shadow, Lupa, Lego.
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I heard people were killing newbies... [spoiler]can I help[/spoiler]
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Soi soi soi soi
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"Okay then, take two." *A bright orange ship lands on the planet's surface, and a man in bright orange suit of futuristic armor steps out* "Now, who wants to face a man who was here since below the original 5000?"
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[spoiler]why do people wanna commit newbie genocide?[/spoiler]
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*Looks at a random monitor* Time to initiate the party!
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*Is selling LSD in the greenhouse*
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Edited by AgentMizzmo: 9/3/2015 12:09:44 PM[b]Prepare for madness. [/b] *I appear in the middle of the Dojo Square, and yell to get everybody's attention* Hello, my name is Missouri. A select few of you may know me, but most of you won't. I was here for the original dojo. The good days. Back before it fell. I must admit, you are getting better, but I don't think we'll ever reach the level of combat that we had. But me and some others are rare to show you what we used to do. What we were. Now, who's first? *I brandish my swords, as well as y armor slights to dim glow, a faint humming noise is heard*
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Alright... It's time to side with my brethren, the veterans. Noobs, prepare to die...
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Dojo is fixed!
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*I walk in, fully armored and my arm cannon active* "So, newbies... Who's ready to get the crap beaten out of them?"
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[b]Boredom ensues[/b]
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*trucks move in with party supplies* Hullo? I got 326 gorge 4man grills, 6290 packs of hot dog buns, 8382 packs of burger buns, 92929101 sticks...why sticks? 87kg of spices from the 4th halo ring, 829292 sausages and 83929 burger patties. I just need someone to sign here....
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*Wonders if he's been around long enough to not be considered a newbie...*
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Mid this hidden like the old 50 k?
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*walks around the front, waiting*