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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 Replies[b]The Drink to End All Drinks/b] [i]I walk into the bar, there are numerous bottles. Though one catches my eye. The amber liquid sloshes ever so slightly in the glass bottle, corked tightly. The bottle is named, in simple lettering on one side, "Holy Shit" I eye it, remembering fondly that drink. I walk up to the bartender and ask for a shot glass of "Holy Shit." Everyone goes quiet. No one had ever taken such an endeavor before. People could usually only handle one sip. The bartender reluctantly pours a shot glass of the golden drink. I wait, preparing myself, downing it in one go. [/i] Another. [i]I say, my voice still strong, the edges of my vision blurry. Another one is poured. I down it. People Cheer. [/i] Another. [i]I down that one as well. [/i] Give me a Twelve Ounce. [i]A collective gasp goes through the bar. The bartender looks at me like I'm crazy, grabbing a 12 Oz. glass mug, and puts the drink. I begin to drink, chugging it down. People begin cheering, everything is black, my hearing distorted. [/i] [b]ONE DAY LATER[/b] [i]I wake up in bed, sprawled across with a headache that felt like I'd been beaten with a baseball bat in the back alley. No recollection of last night, I start to make coffee to clear my mind. [/i]
