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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[b]A mysterious floating scroll appears floating high in the air. Those who look closely can make out the name Anorak written on it. [/b]
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Edited by JealousOrc: 6/25/2016 5:24:11 AM[b]a random dude approaches you and says you gotta make him a perfect sandwich or you get salt in your eyes[/b]
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[spoiler]i heard about this place.[/spoiler] *a helicopter flys down from the heavens and hovers 100 feet from the gate. A soldier drops down in armour with his face showing.* So its true... A bit below my expectations though... *he holsters his FN FAL, which looks upgraded and more futuristic* So a test i wish for.
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»Appears« Hello! How do I join up :3?
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[i]*appears from a smoke that is white in color*[/i] It seems that I am summoned here.
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[b]The Twilight is relentless. It must be stopped. Zane looks upon the dusk that is hell bent on ending everything. Then. Someone steps out.[/b] [spoiler]The quest has started. A thread will be made for the main Questline. [/spoiler]
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[i]it's really early in the morning when leyla gets up and gets ready to go hunting as she grabs her solid black bow and quiver. Then walks toward the cave entrance its still dark out cause the sun hasn't yet risen. Hovark is waiting for her outside sitting on a boulder waiting her for as he yawns. He has a very large bow strapped to his back with a quiver. [/i] "You ready to go leyla?" Hovark asks whispering quietly "Yeah lets get going" says leyla says quietly [i]Hovark stands up and start walking towards the woods leyla follows close behind. They venture far into the woods carefully looking for signs of game as they walk quietly along. Leyla then spots signs of something really big that has passed through the area recently. She kneels down and looks at its tracks but doesn't recognize them. Hovark notices a lot of bent and broken vegetation. They start to track it...[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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[i]Several large ships suddenly appear in the atmosphere around the Dojo, surrounding the entire area.[/i] [i]A male voice is heard from high above, from the largest ship. It is magnified greatly.[/i] "Release in five... Four... Three... Two... One..." [i]The largest ship drops a pod of some sort. It hits the ground with a thud, sinking into the dirt.[/i] "Operation complete. Good work gentlemen." [i]The ships suddenly dissipate. The pod, on the other hand, bursts open. A tall, but somewhat skinny figure crawls out, face masked by a "CENSOR" box.[/i] "I'm...I'm free?! I'M FREE!!!" [i]The...figure...appears to be celebrating with an uncommonly loud, annoying voice. It begins to drag out bodies from the pod it originated from. All of them are people you know... The figure begins to tap them on the shoulder, waking them all up suddenly. He stops at the last one, who appears to be...Ornstein. [/i] "Hey, Orn." [i]The figure taps the knight on the head, and he suddenly bursts up.[/i] "Try not to get banned again...K?" "SIR YES SIR!" [i]The figure laughs, then disappears in a flash of light. It appears... That Ornstein has returned.[/i] [spoiler]So...yeah. I'm back. New format too, so...yep. Prepare thyselves![/spoiler]
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Edited by Iyrha: 6/27/2016 3:56:29 AM[i]*Begins fapping*[/i]
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Edited by justblizz: 6/30/2016 12:59:59 PM*panda waddles nervously into the dojo tittering to himself. He then proceeds to drop his imaginary panda pants and takes a colossal dump in the middle of the dojo. He hears someone coming so he dashes behind the nearest fake potted plant and closes his eyes.*
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[i]Sithis falls out of a portal above the Dojo, and lands on his tree. He sighs.[/i] "Seems like yet again I'm back..."
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[u]Balthazar sits patiently on a rock, his armor glistening in the afternoon sun. His helmet lay beside him, revealing his aged, war-torn face, scarred and burnt from previous battles. His ten-foot warhammer rests on his shoulder, polished and free of dents. He appears to be waiting for somebody specific. [/u] [spoiler]Open for Royal/Nora.[/spoiler]
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Edited by JayTea: 6/29/2016 10:37:13 PM[b][u][i]Another Damned Newbie. [/i][/u][/b] [i]The Dojo's colossal gates had been visited by someone that evening. A figure stood just outside the doors, as he had done so for hours on end that day. He waited for a lieutenant, so he could gain entry to this establishment. Though after some point, he entered on his own, after the cowboy guy vouched for him and Lieutenant's let him in. He hid his outfitting beneath a raven black cloak, which in turn managed to conceal his eyes, much like the rest of his face. He had a trio of firearms that rested on his darkened person: A revolver at the left side of his hip, an assault rifle on his back, and a sniper rifle beside that. None of the weapons looked like standard ballistic gear, rather these Anti-Matter weapons had taken a more futuristic design to them. Each one was accented by a variety of orange stripes. His right arm was not a humans regular arm, instead it was a grey one, with orange stripes that ran up and down the prosthetic limb. He seemed to have a mask on his head, one with a pair of glowing blue eyes, that would frighten even the most experienced of soldiers. Anti-Matter flowed throughout his bloodstream alongside the crimson liquid, which stemmed from the Anti-Matter generator in his torso. So he waited on a fighter, as he sat at the Courtyard. [/i]
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A hover bike approaches the dojo, a man in all black armor on it His red visor was the only illuminated part of his body, besides a railgun on his back, and a plasma SMG at his hip He gets off and knocks on the dojo gate with one if his metal arms "Maybe D.J is already inside... Donny? Damn" ((Open))
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[spoiler]Banned from group stuff for content that was not mine. Quest creation I was planning will have to wait.[/spoiler]
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[b]The Twilight has consumed the village. Even though there is still vast amounts of land free from this Pre-mature dusk, the Twilight has covered so much. Suddenly, it spreads. It gets closer to the dojo. When suddenly, a high frequency is emitted from it. It retreats oh so barely, and cannot move forward. It seems, it is being prevented from moving any farther on the dojo.[/b] [spoiler]Writing has begun.[/spoiler]
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*a couple weeks pass and serenity is sitting in the field in her dragon form she is watching four little dragons the size of cocker spaniels explore the area while keeping very watchful eye on them. They are different colors than her one is purple and black. Another is solid white, then one is solid purple. The last one is black and red. There are play with each other while they make squeaking noises. When the purple one starts having smoke rise her nostrils same the other* *hmm it looks like they might just try breathing fire she thought* *just like that one them exhales letting out a tiny fireball it startles her and she runs over to serenity confused on what just happened.* [spoiler]open[/spoiler]
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[i]The room was dark, for none of the lights had been on that day, save for a candle that illuminated the area, resting in the middle of a table. The Dojo was darkened, as it was still the wee hours of the night, barely able to be called eleven. But, nobody was inside the actual building at that time, save for one man and one man alone. The Frontiersman stood, and he stood tall. His duster was tattered and torn all g the bottom lip of it, which was lined with a layer of dirt that signified its age. It was a light brown shade, which managed to match his wide brimmed hat flawlessly. His face was not covered by a shadow as it typically were, rather his partially charred mug was visible to all who look at the left side of his face. It was truly distracting compared to his handsome right half. A single, angelic white beard covered his face from the nose down, reaching from ear to ear, and covering a large part of his neck. At either hip was a gun, a twin set of six-shooters. Either revolver was a dark black shade, the pair of exquisite firearms being a bit bulkier and heavier than any other, to throw off any who managed to disarm the Marshal. His guns were weighted so nobody would be accustomed to them but him. Across his back, a shotgun of three barrels, forming an extended triangle of them. It had no stock, which allowed the cowboy to grip it and fire the uranium slugs singlehandedly. It had a pair of twin triggers, one below the first one on its handle. Beneath the duster was armour and a jumpsuit. The armour was simply just plates of steel, each one connected by leather that covered his chest, and legs. The jumpsuit was green with black trimming, though it seemed to be tightly pressed against his body. He sat, he waited, he trained. Push-ups, sit-ups, all of it, he was seemingly training physically for something. [/i] ((Open))
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[b]a coated figure walks up the mountain path, shielded from the howling winds and terrifying snowstorm he reaches the gates, knocking on them[/b] Hey! Can I get entry?
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[b][i][u]A very important thread was made in the dojo group. Please everyone, check it out.[/u][/i][/b]
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Edited by Stratos: 6/25/2016 3:37:32 AMButtholes
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[i]Just Some (Shit-Tier) Training | Dojo Courtyard. [/i] ///////////////////////////////////////////////////// [i]A clashing of blades cries out from the Courtyard's middle, accompanied only by the heavy grunting noises of two women. The women looked so similar, yet all too different from each other, but the blades they both had crossed in midair were near identical, likely due to the fact that they were basic blades really. A man watched the two fight, his metallic arms folded as he stared at the clashing of weaponry. The first woman was a redhead, her flowing locks falling gently across her back and the tight, white tank top she bore, which only further brought out her curves. She bore a pair of jet black tights, ones that matched her onyx coloured shoes flawlessly. Her skin was a pale white, resembling the rare clouds that floated high in the skies above the trio, while her icy blue eyes were more akin to the colour of the sky itself. The second woman was slightly different. Her hair was instead a chestnut brown shade, and it was draped over her left shoulder, curled at the bottom half yet straight at the top. Her emerald eyes stood out amongst her white skin, which was almost as light as the woman she fought. Her shirt was replaced by a sky blue sports jacket, and a black sports bra beneath that. Her pants though, matched her opponents, but her shoes were a blue pair of converses, unlike the redheads white ones. The man that watched them looked out of place compared to these two fighters, as they looked like regular, urban people, while he looked far too much like a cowboy of old. He bore a duster over his body, one that was the same colour as the dirt he stood proudly on. Beneath that was a chestplate of steel, or at least that's how it looked. The armour covered his chest and his legs, which went over his white shirt and deep brown pants. He had a cowboy hat atop his head, but it didn't cover his face this time, allowing the half-charred mug to stare out at people with his piercing blue eyes. His trimmed, white beard was a sign of his age, though he was only just forty, so he had dyed it white, most likely to trick people into thinking he is feeble and old in combat, but the handsome half of his face stood against the statement. [/i] "Your stance is all wrong, Diana." [i]The man said to the female, pointing out that her right leg needed to step outwards if she was to attack. He told the redhead, Jess, that she needed to move her right leg back as a counter, before delivering a riposte. The trio practiced the move for hours upon hours, and the sun had left the sky, replaced by the darkness of night, and the twinkling stars that illuminated the shimmering skies. [/i]
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[b][i][u]LOUD EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE SCREAMS OF TERROR FILL THE AIR[/u][/i][/b] [b][i]70,000!!!!!![/i][/b] YEA!!!! SEVENTY THOUSAND POSTS!!!! BEGIN THE MASS CONSUMPTION OF VARIOUS DEAD ORGANICS AND POISONS!!!!! [b][u][i]ITS TIME TO PARTY!!!![/i][/u][/b]
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[b]Stratos trudges out of a nearby shack covered head to toe in maglight flashlights, haphazardly duct taped to his battle suit [/b] [i]I WILL FIGHT THE DARKNESS[/i] [b]He charges into the Twilight[/b] [i]WITH LIIIIIIIIGHHTTT[/i]
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[b]Jäger stands in the pouring rain in front of the dojo. His Wolf Captain armor set soaking wet. He falls to one knee.[/b] [i]How must I enter?[/i]
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>half tempted to join back in the Dojo for shits and giggles Remembers the godmodding and bullshitting that went on the last time I was here >shivers