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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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118 Replies[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]
