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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by DigitalNinja:
8/4/2016 7:46:02 PM
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[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:
[spoiler]
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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Can I be the Master of energy sword techniques? Please?
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OOMG! the nastalgia
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98 Replies[b][u]The Test[/u][/b] [b]Zane arrives back in the Dojo, and heads to his special training arena, shooting up a signal flare that signals Ornstin[/b] [spoiler]Closed, For Ornstein[/spoiler]
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[b][u]MORE SIDE QUESTS AVAILABLE![/u][/b]
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2 Replies[i]This sting operation had been a century in the making. Years of thought and decades of work had finally paid off. It was a wonder why they kept me after the first and second failures, given as intergalactic governments tended to be strict. The first failure was simply because of my own incompetence. I stand by the fact that hiding on the walls of his sanctuary, acting as a sniper during one of his duels with a gunslinger, and firing a shot as his opponent dos was genius. But the fact that it was just a simple body double had perplexed me for years, and to this day, how he did it eludes me. After pulling such an act, he simply had to sneak into the coffin after I left, but it almost wasn't so. If only that titan of a man was better at heart surgery... The second was orchestrated nearly perfectly. A dash of poison in the tea at that pacifist's tea lounge was all it took. After that, it was simply sneaking into his apartment, dragging him to the basement, and then calling in that butcher. The one fatal mistake I had was the simplest, and the one which haunted me for nights on end. If only I had locked the door, that wretched samurai would've easily been thwarted, but alas, I felt rushed. But today, everything changes. After so much time, I finally developed the perfect tranquilizer, the perfect rifle, and finally, found the perfect day. The summer breeze this day is too nice to [u]not[/u] take a walk, and so, I have this delightful opportunity to finally take this genocidal maniac behind bars, take the bounty, then fly off to go buy some booze to celebrate.[/i] [b]I begin to walk down the forest path, this wonderful Summer's day. It's too nice of a day to [u]not[/u] take a walk. I begin to wonder of turning a new leaf, of leaving this horrid past behind. Perhaps go be a bartender, as I've always dreamt of. Always a new experience every ti-[/b] [i]I fire from my perch on the wall, and the round hits home, directly on his neck. He stumbles, and turns around to face me, staring me in the eye. The he falls limp, and looks no more. I walk over to my quarry, then pull out a small device to inform my superiors that the target is ready for transport.[/i]
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6 Replies[i]JT was standing in the Dojo courtyard that day. He was seemingly creating... Something, which could be easily figured out by the table in front of him. The long, silver table had plates of steel, it had wires, it had quite a few things, all but a screwdriver which the Marshal held. He didn't bear his usual duster, rather he bore a grey undershirt which pressed against his body, faintly outlining his muscular torso. His right arm was still the same silver shade as always, and the left arm continued to beat the insignia of the Cobalt Phoenix, a gift from the Martyr himself. He looked down at the table from beneath the shade of his brown cowboy hat and smiled. In the dead centre of the table, an arm lays. Not an organic and bloodied arm, mind you, but rather a gunmetal grey arm. He was assembling something, which truly was strange for the cowboy to do. He usually visited a CyberMerc for this kind of thing. [/i] ((Open))
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47 RepliesI'm back.. For better or worse.
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27 Replies[b]a couple uneventful days pass with nothing out the ordinary.[/b] [i]a very tall bluish gray scaled man that thin slightly muscular is walking up the path towards the dojo. The man has silver hair was stands up in places and he has bright deep blue eyes. His wearing a dark blue robes and has intricately carved bo staff strapped to his back. He looks like he could be in his thirties. He goes and knocks on the gate three times[/i] "Hmm this is a big place i wonder where they could be?"says the man [i]he sits down and waits on nearby stump[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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516 RepliesEdited by Weeaboo Of War: 7/10/2016 9:58:27 PM[b][i]In the arena, they wait. The hulking giant of a man Smough stands in the center of the arena, his massive hammer on the ground, clearly waiting. His golden armor is darkened in the Twilight, his expression hidden by the grotesque mask he wears to battle. High above him, Ornstein looks down at the entrance to the arena, waiting. Watching. For the proper challenge. His red plume flew on the wind as he held his spear out. And so, they wait. For you.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Just something I thought I'd do in my pastime. Up to 2 characters allowed, deaths are reversible, that kind of thing. And please, no ridiculousness. Make this an actual fight. I know I will. -evil laughter-[/spoiler] [spoiler]Oh, and for the casuals with only one character...[/spoiler] [b][i]Two summon signs await outside of the arena. Choose wisely.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Oh, and for you music people put there...[/spoiler] https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oX51T-EipOo [spoiler]Oh, and because reasons...I just put this spoiler here. Shows how truly evil I am. Muhahahaha!!![/spoiler]
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8 RepliesIs this still a thing?
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163 RepliesEdited by BrandRobKus: 7/10/2016 2:22:23 PM*On what appears to be a calm sunny day, a man seems to be running to the Dojo. When he is at the gates, he leans against the wall, gasping for air, until he turns around and bangs on the gate* HELP! HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!!! THERE'S SOMETHING DEMONIC OUT THERE!!! *This man doesn't seem to have any special qualities, just seems to be an average human in his 20s, blonde hair and a T shirt saying "L S U." [spoiler] Open [/spoiler]
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100 Replies*Sketch opens the gate of the Dojo and walks in then turns to a 5 foot by 7 foot cardboard box sitting right next to the Dojo.* "Well, this is my box, it's much bigger on the inside..." [spoiler]Specifically for Siren but if anyone else wants a tour of his house then you can reply too.[/spoiler]
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2 Replies*gambles on csgo lotto* I love this site [spoiler]i don't own it [/spoiler]
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32 Replies[b]lego unboxes a robot.[/b] Finally, I've been waiting for this. [b]the robot levatates and has a big screen on its chest and a square screen on its face.[/b] A service and protocol bot. [b]he turns it on and the face lights up with a : ) the screen on the chest activates[/b] 👋 🌐 ⌛🕓🌞 [b]lego gets back [/b] -blam!-! Its in emoti. [b]the bot turns to you[/b] 👋👋👋
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4 Replies-I come in with a AK47 Elite Build and a Tec 9- CSGO time bois
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3 Replies[b][u]VERY IMPORTANT NOTICE. A GROUP PURGE IS TAKING PLACE. IF YOU ARE KICKED AND STILL WANT BACK IN, SEND AN INVITE TO THE DOJO.[/u][/b]
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56 Replies[i]hovark is under look out over the lake staring off into the distance. He is lost in thought what he is thinking about is anyone guess. As he leans back against the tree he is sitting against. In his hand is a letter after a while he nods off falling asleep. The letter falls out his hand as he drofts in to a deep sleep. [/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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24 Replies*shalidor is sitting in the courtyard reading when his eyes suddenly close, shortly after they open and he is wide eyed. He closes is book and gets up quickly* "Is he really back?" *the doors to the dojo open and a familiar voice is heard* "Ah, I missed this place, glad I'm back." *haknir walks out into the courtyard, his ice armor shines in the sunlight and he stands tall with a grin on his face*
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67 Replies[i]A pair of men simultaneously fought it out in the Dojo, either one showing no signs of relenting. The first was a cowboy. He bore a duster that had a light brown shade to it, which truly brought out the light line of dirt that stains the tattered bottom of the outfit. He had a pair of boots that matched his duster, though the outfit underneath it was strange. The jacket was open, which allowed an emerald green jumpsuit to stand out, the black trimmings making his leather belt seem foreign yet at home on his body. A pair of revolvers lay in the holsters, hidden by the duster. He had a cowboy hat atop his head, which casted a great shadow over his face, only allowing the bottom of his trimmed beard to escape the shade. Either of his hands had a strange colour: Left was silver, right was an onyx black. In his hands though, was a single, stockless, tri-barreled shotgun. The second was far less of a displaced figure in time, and more of... Well, nobody knows for sure. This one had a cloak that rested on his body, though it had the stripes of a tiger on it, making the black-on-orange pattern look beautiful. It reached his feet and the floor, which left a shadow in the centimeters-long gap between ground and cloak. The hood was down and he had no mask, which revealed the icy blue eyes of the man, which seemingly chilled the air, while his fiery red hair cooled it again. There was a black belt of leather that went across his midsection, which tightened the cloak at that one point on his waistline. There was a set of four revolvers, two on either side of his body. One red, one blue, one white, one Ranger Sequoia. On his back was a rifle, one of a strange design, and their was a sniper beside it. Both were Anti-Matter. In either of his hands was a six inch combat knife, both the blades being blackened. Both men seemed calm and confident, though the cowboy seemed like a wildcard in potential combat scenarios. The one with the knives threw the one in his left hand at the cowboy, who proceeded to shoot at the object that came at him, sending the weapon flying back at Hunter (the cloaked man), as a knife can't withstand a 12 gauge slug coated in damned Uranium. Hunter charged the cowboy, JT, and gave a swift slash of the dagger to his throat, but JT caught the hand, and pulled it towards Hunter's stomach before he stabbed him with it. The blade disintegrated due to the Anti-Matter that flowed through his bloodstream. Either man retired to a few feet from each other, and just laughed it off. Training got intense with them. [/i] ((Open))
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40 RepliesEdited by SwarmIntellect: 7/8/2016 6:52:10 PM[spoiler]NOT MULLIGAN...new character, very evil, antagonist of a future event, will possibly kill you[/spoiler] *[url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/18/18/14/1818145ad4c02335a9589e5665739825.jpg]a strange figure[/url] walks into the dojo and snaps the neck of the nearest guard and impales the other one wih "his" claws* [i]oh and i suppose he couldve stopped me...asshole he is...come on, more mortals for me to dispatch of......[/i] [spoiler]closed[/spoiler]
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30 Replies[b]breaks into Sketch's box[/b] [b]switches all the furniture he has to be on the opposite side of the room it's in[/b]
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4 Replies[spoiler]i think I was kicked out of the group... :([/spoiler]
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31 Replies[b]In front of the Dojo, a black Imperial fighter lands, and out steps Brady.[/b][i]Wow. Been a long time. Wonder if Salazar is still here. [b]Brady knocks on the door.[/b] [spoiler]This is my character from the Gydaton RP.[/spoiler]
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40 RepliesAny day now, Lieutenants...
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93 Replies[spoiler]Characters' Bios (from the Gydaton RP Universe): https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/207943233/0/0/1[/spoiler] Reese and Clara trekked up a long, winding gravel path. The two looked back; clouds hovered several hundreds of feet below, and massive islands with different environments floated in the distance. Several celestial bodies loomed in the evening sky: some were planets and moons, others were entire galaxies. Clara was especially awed by this. Subsequently, they continued their walk to the top of the mountain. When they reached the summit, a monastery stood in front of them, its wooden doors tall and foreboding; small sand gardens outlined the short path to the gates. Reese drew out his mask for a quick moment to examine the map again. "Yup, this is the place Mortar was talking about." Reese finalized. Clara seemed quietly intimidated by the wooden doors. "Aw, don't worry," Reese assured. "Mortar is one of the people who runs the place, and none of what happens here is canon." Clara looked blankly at Reese with confusion, pondering what that meant. "Inter-dimensional physics; it's a nightmare of a class subject." Reese explained. After a few minutes of glancing around, he came closer to the wooden doors. He hesitated, not knowing how to let anyone know their presence properly. Finally, he knocked three or so times on the gates. "Hello," Reese loudly spoke (as to let them know his and Clara's presence. "Anyone home?" Clara was standing next to Reese, clasping her arms behind her back and stiffly rocking back and forth. She was still nervous.
