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Edited by EshraytheGrey:
6/20/2013 8:42:57 AM
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We are in 12th century England...
Ok here's the deal. A group of a few individuals, including myself, decided to rev up the newly upgraded time machine to go back to 12th century england purely for the experience.
We've landed just outside of what will become a northwestern suburb of present day London, in a forest, not too far but a good distance from the nearest road and We've set up a camp to use as a base of operations.
With us we've brought over 500 pounds of food and drink, camera equipment, powered armor for everyone, 100 weapons of various types (Plasma Rifles/Pistols/shotguns, Gauss Rifles, grenades, mines, etc.), have set up turrets, have built relatively comfortable tents, and of course, we have the time machine which can be used at anytime if deemed absolutely necessary.
Also, anything we do will NOT affect history or the spacetime continuum, the time machine has a safety feature that resets time when everyone returns to the present (unless one chooses to stay or a local decides to come to the present and remain there) and the gateway between the 2 time periods is closed. Also time passes as normal in the present but that has nothing to do with this.
ANYWAY, Now, are you one who has come with me? are you a local from this time period? Did your cat go through the gateway and you have come to retrieve him? either way, let's go.
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4 RepliesThe 12th century? OP can we please bring some tanks and helicopters? We could conquer earth with enough modern weapons and firepower. Bastards wouldn't stand a chance.
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2 Replies[quote]I find a nearby dead bandit and strip the body of it's clothing, safe for undergarments, and a backpack to disguise myself as a local in order to investigate the workings of the economics in the town "I really hope I don't end up caught, who knows what chaos could happen" I say to myself as I pack the equipment in the bag and approach the town quietly[/quote] *My workers begin unloading the cargo as I approach the inn that Marciano recommended. Svelte catches up to us, carrying our luggage* "Let me help you with that," I say, grabbing my suitcase. *We enter the inn and pay for two rooms. Svelte and Vincent enter their room* "I won't be back until late," I tell them. "You probably won't see me until the morning." Vincent nods and hugs me around my stomach. Svelte tells me to be safe. I leave the inn and head to meet my informant.
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12 RepliesEdited by Mister Sparkles : 6/21/2013 4:13:43 AMI'm an English man-at-arms searching the forest borders for people who don't support Stephen of Blois. (Assuming the time frame is 1135≤ time ≤1150)
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[quote]*I step off the ship, onto the English docks. The air is more frigid here, so I button up my coat. My son silently parallels me, only coming up to my hip.* "We'll be staying here for the next few days, Vincent," I tell him. He nods.[/quote] I find a nearby dead bandit and strip the body of it's clothing, safe for undergarments, and a backpack to disguise myself as a local in order to investigate the workings of the economics in the town "I really hope I don't end up caught, who knows what chaos could happen" I say to myself as I pack the equipment in the bag and approach the town quietly
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[quote]*geared up in high tech equipment I explore the english coast on foot, only to find out in the distance, a trade ship, presumably from the italian coast, coming into port at a nearby english harbor*[/quote] *I step off the ship, onto the English docks. The air is more frigid here, so I button up my coat. My son silently parallels me, only coming up to my hip.* "We'll be staying here for the next few days, Vincent," I tell him. He nods.
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1 Reply[quote]NAME: Hadrian APPEARANCE: Tall and gaunt BIO: A native of Genoa, Hadrian was responsible for the rise of the the new nation's fishing industry. He owned most of the coastal ports and imported the majority of Spanish goods. His only known competitor was Montagu, who operated the eastern docks. SKILLS: Intelligence (cunning), knives[/quote] *geared up in high tech equipment I explore the english coast on foot, only to find out in the distance, a trade ship, presumably from the italian coast, coming into port at a nearby english harbor*
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Edited by SonOfTheShire: 6/20/2013 6:25:11 PMCan we go back a few hundred-thousand years further and go ride hippos in the Thames? I've always wanted to do that.
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1 ReplyIsn't there a movie like this and some asshole blows up the return protal with a grenade because he thought he knew better than the scientists? I swear it is.... Gerard butler was in it i think...
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Buzz Killington I. Clearly a local.
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[quote]NAME: Jakob Mannix APPEARANCE: Neat and neutral. Crooked grin, shortish messy hair, aqua eyes, smooth face. BIO: Lost in time after drowing, clutching onto an ancient african charm, when his steamer sank after being holed by Portuguese Underwater Warboats. He awoke near a strange group of people in a forest. Perhaps mysterious forces have drawn him here... SKILLS: Sabre, Revolver; skills and instincts honed in the field as an adventurer of uncharted regions.[/quote] *I blink and fumble a cigarette*
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9 RepliesEdited by Chad Quibs : 6/20/2013 9:38:47 AMOHHH GOODY! An RP thread! Name: Mordecai Brimstone Appearance: Tall medium build, five o' clock shadow, a large number of scars across body and face Wearing a laser/bullet proof vest with a black with yellow lining skin tight carbon fiber nano tube suit and with a large number of bags and ammo packs covering most of midsection (most filled with jelly beans and whisky) and circular yellow tinted glasses. A pistol on a chest holster and two other pistols on each hip Bio: After an extremely awful experience with facing betrayal and having his personality broken down he has been accidentally cloned into one of his personas "Mordecai Brimstone" after being trained under the private military company that betrayed him in his first life he lives again as a happy go lucky space mercenary. Skills: Unconventional tactics and fighting, advanced training in firearms and hand to hand combat ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Strange ship is seen rip through a worm hole and smash next to campsite* Crashing sounds are heard inside of the ship *Bursts out of top escape hatch with a whisky in one hand and a sandwich in another* Hiya! I've got no idea where the -blam!- I am! Anyone care to explain? Or should I just start shooting? *Takes swig of space whisky*
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Edited by SecondClass: 6/20/2013 9:29:45 AM(I don't recommend we reply to each other's posts. This will work more smoothly if we set the thread to "oldest first" and quote each other's posts.) [b]NAME:[/b] Hadrian [b]APPEARANCE:[/b] Tall and gaunt [b]BIO:[/b] A native of Genoa, Hadrian was responsible for the rise of the the new nation's fishing industry. He owned most of the coastal ports and imported the majority of Spanish goods. His only known competitor was Montagu, who operated the eastern docks. [b]SKILLS:[/b] Intelligence (cunning), knives
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I am the Zombie King I exist through out the entirety of time and I have one thing to say to you... Hi! do you want a cookie?
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1 ReplyI'd rather not contract gross black ball death.
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2 RepliesUnfortunate infection of all travellers with diseases extinct for 800 years occurs.
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16 Repliessafety feature ? Now how the -blam!- will I breed with the locals and create a future of above (current) average beings ?
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1 Replyfuck yeah Imperials making another roleplay time to read the OP
