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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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3 RepliesLol this thread is full of cringe
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36 RepliesA figure can be seen standing outside the gates of the Dojo. Her face is riddled with scars and burn marks, partly obscured by razor-thin, high blond hair which swirls like a whirlpool and points reminiscent of a thorn or needle. Her eyes glow a dark amber, twitching as she walks forward to the gates, carrying a rugged leather satchel over her glimmering steel armor plating, accompanying her hourglass figure perfectly. From the satchel protrudes a large yellow sword, the shade of her eyes, with an electric transmitter over the taped, brown and rugged hilt. On her belt is a large onyx handgun trimmed with gold, the barrel containing six- edged silver bullets which shreds into shrapnel upon entering a man, killing him instantly; also there is the hilt of a hard light knife that flicks on and off, glowing a light blue, throwing knives, smoke pellets and an assortment of grenades, ranging from fragmentation to electromagnetic pulse. Following her is a robotic structure. It is painted black like the night sky, wearing the head of a dead ram over it's metal lobe, two red eyes peering out. Where legs would be is a turbine which keeps it hovering in air, and to supplement arms are two flaming swords, the fire dancing across the metal never ceasing. The two march to the gates (as much as a hovering robot can march) to the front of the gates, the female looking to the sky. "I demand to face a Lieutenant!" [spoiler]Open to Lieutenants[/spoiler]
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63 RepliesIt began to rain on the palace of warriors, not heavy, yet not light. No, merely a happy medium. Accompanying this change of dark weather, was an even darker figure. He wore a black trench coat suit, with a black undershirt and a dark grey neck tie. Along with it were matching dress pants and shoes. The figures gloved hands were in its pockets, as its fancy shoes clicked along the pavement to the Dojo. He wore a wide-brimmed black hat, as well as a dark grey scarf. He stopped at the gates, then looking up to reveal his face. Only, it wasn't a face at all, but a mask, a mask of a skull. The skull mask was black, onyx black, midnight black, reflective and shiny. The eye holes were empty, or rather the eyes couldn't be seen. The figure waited at the gate, the rain beading off his formal clothing. [spoiler]You know the drill.[/spoiler]
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51 Replies"Lieutenants? There's a man waiting outside. Requesting permission to allow entry, or perhaps...disposing him?!" The robot mentions the last few words with sick happiness...
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1 Replyat least i can see how many posts there are in this thread
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93 Replies[b]The Deity opens up a shop. A shit ton of katanas, broadswords, short swords, all the swords are hung up. They barely shine from the sunlight.[/b] Alright! Can't believe I'm actually working here but I'm pissed off! We got Some carbadium blades here! Any you can think of! It will teach those pesky regenerative Deadpool fan-fiction. Writing queers who's boss! Come get one today! [spoiler]Since everyone apparently has Regen powers now, I thought it necessary to give everyone a Regen preventing sword![/spoiler]
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5 Replies*walks in brandishing a sleak, deadly-sharp knife and an odd golden pocket watch* *removes cigar* Gentlemen?
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Godmod ⚆ ͟ʖ⚆
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14 Replies*murders everyone and I leave no loop holes for anyone to stop me or survive my killing spree* Finally this dojo is dead
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64 RepliesEdited by Devious_Melons: 3/30/2016 2:32:09 PM[b][u]LEGO'S 40K SALE![/u][/b] [b]lego sits at his special box 'the never-ending armoury' waiting for people[/b] WOOOOOO, 40 THOUSAND GUYS! EVERYTHING IS 40% OFF AT THE NEVER-ENDING ARMOURY, WE HAVE EVERYTHING OVER/UNDER THE SHOULDER WEAPONRY! INCLUDING SWORDS AND OTHER MELEE WEAPONS, I ALSO HAVE LOTS OF SPECIAL ARMS AND SURPLUS!
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69 RepliesEdited by Timeless: 3/31/2016 4:00:43 PM*crawls into the dojo* "FINALLY, I made it! For those that can hear me, I hail from DoX (Destroyers of Xylar), and I come to get a break from those silly folk. So who's ready for a fight?" [spoiler]My character is a cyborg that can summon and shoot lightning. He comes equipped with a revolver/hand cannon, two knives that can extend into swords, and a double barrel shotgun. And my ammo is interchangeable, for example: Explosive Ammo, Ice Ammo, etc. If this seems to OP feel free to tell me.[/spoiler]
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22 RepliesEdited by Doos: 3/31/2016 1:18:55 AM*Maya Sundaresh steps on a large podium and whips out a megaphone* [b]Alright. Ladies and Gentlemen. We have a newcomer outside the gates amongst the tea/liquor group. He was originally sent here against his will to commit a suicide mission against this Dojo. Now I know I'm not a member yet... But I'm standing here now requesting anyone's help with removing the tracker from his head. The kicker? Cutting into the central router will cause a nuclear explosion. Most of you can survive that yes, but not everything / everyone. So here's my request. Who is decently good at Android system manipulation? There's a black box within Angry Assaulttron. It needs to be removed by non violent procedures with his life intact. [/b] [b]Also... He can tell us where the Brotherhood is. I think.[/b]
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84 RepliesEdited by Weeaboo Of War: 3/31/2016 1:21:14 AM~NEW DIRECTIVES OBTAINED~ ELIMINATION TARGET: DIGITAL DOJO INFO ON TARGET(S): A TRAINING GROUND FOR ANCIENT WARRIORS, THE DOJO HAS PROVEN A ENEMY TO THE FORUMS BY KIDNAPPING AND MURDERING THOSE THAT FIGHT AGAINST THEM. GOAL: ELIMINATE EVERY SINGLE MEMBER OF THE DOJO, THROUGH ANY MEANS OBTAINABLE. REMEMBER, PEACE IS UNOBTAINABLE. THE DOJO ONLY KNOWS VIOLENCE, SO SHOW THEM THE TRUE MEANING OF VIOLENCE. ERROR: COMBAT CEASED. Hi, how is everyone?
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3 RepliesWhew! [REDACTED] was pretty crowded. I'm gonna go eat somewhere else. [b]He walks 2 blocks then stops.[/b] "Digital Dojo"? Sounds like fun. [b]He stretches out a little bit, then enters the two doors.[/b]
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2 Replies>walks into dojo >steps on lego >dies [spoiler]these RP threads seem boring[/spoiler] [spoiler]and very cringy[/spoiler]
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3 Replies[spoiler]40k![/spoiler] [spoiler]Rip Ninja....[/spoiler] *Sets off fireworks*
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80 RepliesEdited by BrandRobKus: 3/30/2016 6:24:24 PMCome on Let's do a 92 reply fight! [spoiler]now there are 40k+ replies, so let's make it longer[/spoiler]
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52 Replies[b][i]War Machine[/i][/b] [b]Dojo Gates[/b] [i]This had been his first stop on the road across multiple dimensions and various universes. He had fought the Lennies twice, he had seen the likes of Salazar, the rise and fall of June Bellicose and Cobalt Phoenix, the Dojo invaded itself. He had seen the crazy parties, where AC/DC and Motörhead had played live, when everyone had been blasted out of their minds. It had been quite some time since then... He had become something else. No longer a simple mercenary, no longer in command of Edgewater, he was of the most notorious men alive. They knew him as the Courier, the God Damn Mailman, the cold-blooded killer, the sociopathic behemoth. Finally, he had made his return, he had heard things from some of his more recent targets. Stories of newbies, oldies, and the Dojo. Alex Wilson stood for a moment, smiling beneath his X-01 MKVI helmet, its eyes glowing an orangish-red, his T-60F armor sparking with the energy of his Tesla shielding. The armor was painted gunmetal grey, but blood was splattered across his helmet, and a phoenix had been etched into the right side of his armor's chest-plate. Atop his right shoulder, an M2HB .50 caliber machine gun, atop his left, the skull of an alpha male deathclaw. Two bandoliers crossed his chest, belts of .50 BMG rounds. A gunbelt crossed his waist, and two S&W Model 500 magnums sat at his hips. A boot knife could be seen strapped to his leg, and a thin port was visible at the top of his right gauntlet. On his back, a cloak, the Old World flag, tattered and torn, blowing in the breeze, occasionally exposing his MG3 and his Remington 870MCS pistol-grip.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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1 ReplyInb440k
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7 RepliesEdited by Skatch142: 3/29/2016 2:07:21 AM*A bipedal catwolf stumbles out of the shadows. He appears drunk and is holding an empty bottle.* "Okay cupcakes! *Urp* Imma gun beat up each n' every last one *hic* of you! Who wants'a fight meh?!" [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
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55 RepliesEdited by Skaianet: 3/21/2016 4:01:29 PM[b][i]Descends from the sky[/i][/b] What a curious place, is fighting really all you do here? [spoiler]World Traveling Aerokinetic with a beastly healing factor, biologically immortal (can die of any thing but old age) like a Galapagos Tortuous due to said healing factor has been around for hundreds of years. [/spoiler]
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4 RepliesEdited by Midha: 3/27/2016 4:46:44 PM[quote][b]*DANK 420 SIRENS GO OFF IN THE BACKGROUND*[/b][/quote] [b]GITE LUOAD OF [u]DEEEIS[/u][/b] *[i]LE AGGRESSIVE SEXY CHAPERPOON FLIPS[/i]* Open
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78 Replies[b][i]Deep inside the confines of the Dojo, a man stands. The figure is relatively new to this truly strange location, yet faintly familiar to some who may have spoken to him. The crisp air of the early spring wind brushes past him as he strides, sending his lightly shaded brown duster flying behind him, only returning to its original state in between gusts of wind. He strides forwards, his darkly coloured cowboy boots emitting a clanging of metal when his spurs hit the cold floor, leaving a strange pattern of footsteps in the thin layers of dust, barely able to be seen by the human eye. The lights beat down on his cowboy hat, casting a deep shadow over his face, a single cigar protruding from the emptiness, a feint trail of smoke flying into the air above him. At his sides, a pair of silver revolvers lay, resting in their respective holsters. Resting by a sling on his back is a shotgun, the lights reflecting off the onyx black paint. His hand rests a stony grey, matching nothing on him, causing his right arm to stand out amongst the cowboys outfitting. He comes to a halt at a single, wooden bench, and he gently rests on it, taking a seat and glaring out at the Dojo. Now that he had free time and most of his other chapters in life had concluded, the man decided he would spend his days here primarily. [/i][/b] ((Open.))
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127 RepliesEdited by JayTea: 3/25/2016 4:49:01 PM[b][i]Inside the dojo, a figure is seen. He strides through the building, his brown duster flying behind him as he moved. A cigar rested in his lips, protruding from the darkness castes by a cowboy hat atop his head. On his back was a single, onyx black shotgun, matched only by the glove covering his right hand. On either side of his hips, a silver revolver rested, Colt Python's. He wanders aimlessly, bored, no real goal in mind. [/i][/b] ((Open))
