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[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][i][u]For Old Time's Sake[/u][/i][/b] [u][b][i]Ornstein and Smough[/i][/b][/u] [spoiler]Yes, I want a fight. No, this doesn't immediately say that I'll return. But honestly...it'll be good to get to use some of my favorite characters in a battle to the death once more.[/spoiler] [i]The winds bristled. The trees waved. Everything was quiet within the Dojo's stony walls, the members inside of the fabled buildings and training grounds, preparing themselves for the next fight. Speaking of the next fight, of course...[/i] [i]The two waited within the massive arena. The guardians of Anor Londo. The Dragonslayer and the Executioner. Ornstein, Captain of the Knights of Gwyn, and Smough, infamous cannibal and brother of Ornstein, had demanded a fight. In the center stood the 13 foot tall executioner, his thick golden armor reflecting the sunlight off of him as he stood there, the massive golden hammer that was his signature weapon anchored to the cold dirt beneath him. His helmet was grotesquely made to represent the smiling face of a male human, which was soon to be covered in the dark blood of his enemies. Suddenly, Knight Ornstein crashed down from above, landing with a thud next to his brother. The golden armor that he bore at the moment gleamed just as brightly as his brother's, bright red rubies decorating the chestplate. His helm was shaped like a growling lion, metal teeth bared in hunger. He pulled out his 7'6 long spear, which flickered with electric energy. The two waited. For a worthy challenge. [/i] [spoiler]Open for all.[/spoiler]