When we arrived, We arrived in Sheer force and numbers. the walls shined in the distance blood red. The President just finished giving orders, I Pvt. Mikennly sat on the edge of the drop off manning the Co-axel machine gun. My squad commander Mcdonagah had just finished a long draw on his cigar and looked at me. He had a feirce determineation in his eyes. I made a quick glance around me, my squadmates were all packed in the virtibird all sporting a metalic grey suit of Advanced power armor. the pride of the enclave, each was marked with their rank, serial number and a specialization mark. My rear gunner Pvt. Beckers was the squad medic, he looked real nervous. I gave him a nudge and he almost jumped out, he gave me the bird and flashed a smile and looked back out the window. I shrugged him off and returned to my brooding. the Pilot gave us a green signal to jump, I heard Commander Cyruz screaming "GO, GO, GO!" The D-boys were first off and made a show of doing some triple flips on the way down. When i jumped the world flashed before my eyes ,and i was barley able to hear Captain McDonagh screaming "PULL THE ****ING CORD MIKENNLY" i regained sub-reality and pulled the cord barley in time.
I hit the Baked sand on my face, more like a ground palm. I stumbled up to see Corpreal Johnson get hit in the shoulder with Sniper fire. It must of been a Anti-personel rifle because boy did he fly. Corpreal Johnson was missing a effing arm! President John was yelling over the entercom "GET THE **** DOWN" The D-boys were already setting up shop by now. We had Sargeant Sojer on the .50 and he was puttin them up range at those legion scum. Commander Cyruz was leading the offencive leading us to the left while the NCR, Soviets, and the rest of the Hellfire unit was going right toward the base head on. Rockets glared out of the Formation and struck home. RPGs were flying every where amid the chaos. I saw Pvt. Ackerson go down to my right in a sharp cry. He was missing a finger, and was just sitting there stareing at his bloody stump, Captain Mcdonagah threw him his side arm and picked him up and gave him to Pvt. Beckers
the Hellfire boys were cutting through the Legion defenses like they were butter. Flame was every were, it looks like the D-boys brought their toys to the battle this time. I look to the left to see Specialist. Smith stuck in a melee battle with a legionarre i raise my rifle and prepare to shoot when i'm hit from the right by a legionaire i struggle to raise my rifle to fire when his head explodes like a watermelon getting all over my visor and armor. I hear Sojer's Voice over the intercom "Tango down watch your 9 Mikennly" I turn back to Specialist Smith and see him bleeding out from a wound in the throat with a dead legionaire next to him. I sprint/run to him and see a shining blade stuck in his neck. Specialist Smith's hands are gropeing at the blade trying to get it out, you don't have to be a medic to know he's going to die. i take a knee next to him and say "its going to be ok Smith its going to be ok" but in my heart i know hes a goner. i take his tags and promise to take the news to his wife and kids. I call Pvt. Beckers over and he shakes his head. he props him up on a sand dune and leaves him there.
I hear a voice on the intercom Calling all troops we've breached the proemiter i repeat we've found a way in. I ran to join up with Captain McDonagah and Officer Voss. we run around the corner and start fireing at a group of legionaires on a mounted gun. we mange to nail the loader and effectively stop it from shooting. I saw a Decanus point at us and yell, i knew we had to get out of there fast. Captain McDonagah led us down another corradoor and we stumbled on the slave pins. We saw all the prisoners, and i heard Officer Voss swear. there had to be atleast one hundred of em. Due to orders we singled out the NCR, Soviet, and enclave captives and realesed them. Some of em asked for a gun but we didn't have any to give so we led on. Some how we managed to make it out. I saw the glistening sun, far before i saw the exit. I heard screams of agonany and pain above us, along with chants of FOR AMERICA! and FOR THE MOTHERLAND.
we emerged at the front of the base were body upon body was stacked. the stairs were so slick with blood some NCR privates were slipping and falling down the stairs. I saw a D-boy take down 5 legionaires before he was emersed in Legionaires. Mcdonagah was leading us to the extraction zone when things went to H*** Officer Voss was shot in the shoulder, and the medic had to put him in a strecher all the way to the Extraction zone. I took one quick glance behind my shoulder and saw something metalic come my way i strained to see what it was *Rest is too unintelegable to read* personal Diary of Pvt. Mikennly....Status KIA (enclave diarys are written down in electronic records and they use brain waves to record what happens.)
In-game-name:Andres30008
In-Character name:Andres Calderon
In-game-character-age:17
Special talents?:Accurate,Handy,Athletic.
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave was my favorite faction in Fallout. Plus i kind of want my characters story to fall into the enclave.
What Branch do you want to be in?: I want to be in the officers or Soldier branch so i can be out there in the battle field and have some sort of tactical advantage.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Of course at all time.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?:Yes, I agree.
We here a Vault-Tec most recently received your work application(s). And would like to inform you wether or not you made it in to our simulation test A.K.A.: Virtual Reality. We worked for a good time pondering wether or not you were a worthy addition to our test! And we have come up with a list of the following people who will be thrown into the exciting world of Virtual Reality! Do not fret if you weren't accepted, you have TWO tries to enter this EXCLUSIVE program.
Accepted Applications: No one, what a shame.
Denied Applications: iiimrdmsiii
IGN:iiimrdmsiii
Age: 14
Role-Play Exp.: I play many RP style games, Minecraft RP servers, Elder Srolls, Fallout, ect.
Why Us: I love, Fallout and Minecraft, this server looks awesome, so I want to try it out!
Time You Can Dedicate: 1-2 hours ATLEAST every day
IC
Name: Nikoda
Gender: male
Age: 28
Appearance: my face looks hopeless but very scarred, and torn from the wasteland. I am just an average Joe, on appearance.
Fears: What is fear? Im afraid of fear itself!
Personality: I look hopless and given up, but I feel different, I will put my name on the wasteland, I will make it happen. I am very loyal to those I trust, and a good enemy to those I dont. I will never give up, because I never gave any. I am determined, resonable, and witty, A good ally.
Occupation: Scavenger/ anything that gets me some caps.
Skills: very articulate, thinkable, entergetic, makes new ideas, also a good miner if it pays off
Nickname (Optional): pet
RP Example (Add Dialogue): The old bar, was spilling its people out. People scrambling to leave, 3 gunshots were heared. The man who walked out carrying an old sawed off scatter gun looked into the eyes of a cowering civilian. He said, "what are you whining about?" The civilian only answered with moans. The man just walked away, to come upon somoene known as, "Bandit." He was an old gunslinger who originated from, New Vegas. They looked at each other, once brothers they are now bitter foe. "Bandit, your time has come. You support the cause we set out to destroy!" Bandit answered back, "Oh no! Im gonna destroy you!" Bandit reached for his laser pistol, but the man had already shot 2 slugs into his chest before his hand reached the pistol. The man simply walked out of town and was never seen in the town again.
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs)
I was born in a far away land, with my parents in a very unihabitted place, when I was 4 or 5 a bunch of Enclave soliders appeared and killed all of us, Except me..They saved me for some torture, I guess. Later a group of the Brotherhood spotted us, they came into the camp and noticed who they were, a large gun battle went on. the Enclave were slaughtered, I was saved though, I was raised by a trader/gun slinger, Bob Yates. He took me in and taught me, trade, survival skills and how to handle a gun. I am now a wanderer. I find places to live till my time is up, I would like to join the Brotherhood of Steel, like my uncle was "my adoptive father's brother." I still have yet to hear from him, its been a while.
I wander through looking for a purpose and I find it, lieing in an old shack, a map? A map of this region locating the hot spots of the Enclave, the same group that killed my, Father, mother, and two sisters.... I WILL find them and destroy all that I can, to let my family and people know, I never forget. One day years later, I found a deserted outpost in the Mojave. It once was the South West Enclave, Headquarters. I saw horrors in all the corners of this place, I had to kill my way out, a bunch of confused gouhls, not the ones that are brainless, just gouhls. They were trying to keep me in, but they were so limber, they broke like twigs. Im now once again wandering the Mojave, looking for a cause.
Didn't you break that chautman's law thing? You realize that means you are not getting accepted by the whitelisters... Like ever... I mean EVER... You know what ever means? Unless they decide to be nice I suppose which is viable.
We here a Vault-Tec most recently received your work application(s). And would like to inform you wether or not you made it in to our simulation test A.K.A.: Virtual Reality. We worked for a good time pondering wether or not you were a worthy addition to our test! And we have come up with a list of the following people who will be thrown into the exciting world of Virtual Reality! Do not fret if you weren't accepted, you have TWO tries to enter this EXCLUSIVE program.
Accepted Applications: No one, what a shame.
Denied Applications: iiimrdmsiii
Sincerely Application Reviewer Theta, What is this application for? Do I have to make another one for this virtual reality thing Theta? I really don't want to make a 3rd app.
We here a Vault-Tec most recently received your work application(s). And would like to inform you wether or not you made it in to our simulation test A.K.A.: Virtual Reality. We worked for a good time pondering wether or not you were a worthy addition to our test! And we have come up with a list of the following people who will be thrown into the exciting world of Virtual Reality! Do not fret if you weren't accepted, you have TWO tries to enter this EXCLUSIVE program.
Accepted Applications: No one, what a shame.
Denied Applications: iiimrdmsiii
Sincerely Application Reviewer Theta,
What is this application for? Do I have to make another one for this virtual reality thing Theta? I really don't want to make a 3rd app.
Hmm? Thats just my spin on an IC way to accept people, you like?
EDIT: 'cause in the first one they refer to it as a sim.
I was declined once, so I re did it, and the whitelister didnt reply, and this one fag was like Oh my god Chautmans law or whatever, wich is total ********, the server should just have world guard and no whitelist with room for 300 people. cause I wrote 3 good dif apps.
Oh ok, I didn't know. I was just going off what that one guy said.
Theta will not comply and actually read either of mine, the other guy is stupid. And my first app I wasnt even being serious, I was joking but since then...
Your chances are up I can't accept you no mater what you do. Only happened... once.
I was declined once, so I re did it, and the whitelister didnt reply, and this one fag was like Oh my god Chautmans law or whatever, wich is total ********, the server should just have world guard and no whitelist with room for 300 people. cause I wrote 3 good dif apps.
Hi there,
You seem to have good ideas. Spend your own money on a server that has 42 slots (which your allowance couldn't afford) and have over 90 hours of work progressed on the map.
So kindly screw off, you twit.
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
Hey I have a question, what does "twit" mean? Yeah I am an American and you know that I don't know, but I would like to know. Is it adjacent to the darogitory term of "asshole" or something?
im under contract your right my allowance couldnt afford it. But a better way of saying this is, your server might last a few months but flake away dead like all you other, "brilliant" invisionists, people dont like the same thing for too long, its human nature, and you excpect 40 people to last for a while, it wont happen. Then people start getting bored, and start breaking your rules, so you ban them, but the forums are much too old to revive to let other people in there are people who are already revolutionizing your ideas, and they will last. They are more advanced in the respect that, they know how to let things run. Your server will be dust, I dare say. Thank you for your time, you greasely ****.
I don't want to have an eternal server here. I'd rather be a legacy who passed on his genius and innovative ideas to revolutionize and shape a server better than mine.
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
Hey I have a question, what does "twit" mean? Yeah I am an American and you know that I don't know, but I would like to know. Is it adjacent to the darogitory term of "asshole" or something?
I'm American, too. Just means idiot.
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You look like you cast dark magic and eviscerate babies.
They responded with Chautman's Law, which basically means you used all your chances, and can no longer post an app. You continued, which is spam. Which I reported you for, along with posting malware, and offensive material.
im under contract your right my allowance couldnt afford it. But a better way of saying this is, your server might last a few months but flake away dead like all you other, "brilliant" invisionists, people dont like the same thing for too long, its human nature, and you excpect 40 people to last for a while, it wont happen. Then people start getting bored, and start breaking your rules, so you ban them, but the forums are much too old to revive to let other people in there are people who are already revolutionizing your ideas, and they will last. They are more advanced in the respect that, they know how to let things run. Your server will be dust, I dare say. Thank you for your time, you greasely ****.
Gibberish.
Complete and utter gibberish. Somebody is butthurt that they were too stupid to actually write something to get accepted into a server, and now they're spamming the people that declined them with hate.
Seriously, if you put some effort into your app, you could get in easily. That's what the app is for, to see who REALLY wants to be in the server, or who will best fit. Your RP example was a discussion with an Imperial Legion guard about how you were going to join a Fallout server, and how you were going to kill him.
Hey I have a question, what does "twit" mean? Yeah I am an American and you know that I don't know, but I would like to know. Is it adjacent to the darogitory term of "asshole" or something?
I think female genitalia.
Wait, nevermind, that's ****. Twit is a term for idiot or something, like on the old mental scale they used.
Im only mention twice /sad face
In-Character name:Andres Calderon
In-game-character-age:17
Special talents?:Accurate,Handy,Athletic.
Why the Enclave?: The Enclave was my favorite faction in Fallout. Plus i kind of want my characters story to fall into the enclave.
What Branch do you want to be in?: I want to be in the officers or Soldier branch so i can be out there in the battle field and have some sort of tactical advantage.
Will you remain loyal to the Enclave?: Of course at all time.
Do you agree to never disobey officers?:Yes, I agree.
Accepted Applications: No one, what a shame.
Denied Applications: iiimrdmsiii
Didn't you break that chautman's law thing? You realize that means you are not getting accepted by the whitelisters... Like ever... I mean EVER... You know what ever means? Unless they decide to be nice I suppose which is viable.
Accepted Applications: No one, what a shame.
Denied Applications: iiimrdmsiii
Sincerely Application Reviewer Theta, What is this application for? Do I have to make another one for this virtual reality thing Theta? I really don't want to make a 3rd app.
Hmm? Thats just my spin on an IC way to accept people, you like?
EDIT: 'cause in the first one they refer to it as a sim.
Oh ok, I didn't know. I was just going off what that one guy said.
Yeah, I know 'bout them. So?
changin things up huh? Yeah I like. Breaks up the manotony of sarcasm, it's pretty funny.
Your chances are up I can't accept you no mater what you do. Only happened... once.
Hi there,
You seem to have good ideas. Spend your own money on a server that has 42 slots (which your allowance couldn't afford) and have over 90 hours of work progressed on the map.
So kindly screw off, you twit.
Hey I have a question, what does "twit" mean? Yeah I am an American and you know that I don't know, but I would like to know. Is it adjacent to the darogitory term of "asshole" or something?
I don't want to have an eternal server here. I'd rather be a legacy who passed on his genius and innovative ideas to revolutionize and shape a server better than mine.
Wait so you really are 13? And yes that was me.
I'm American, too. Just means idiot.
Yes I am. :3
He's actually a robot/cowboy/human thing. Trust me I know this stuff.
Yes, they did.
They responded with Chautman's Law, which basically means you used all your chances, and can no longer post an app. You continued, which is spam. Which I reported you for, along with posting malware, and offensive material.
Gibberish.
Complete and utter gibberish. Somebody is butthurt that they were too stupid to actually write something to get accepted into a server, and now they're spamming the people that declined them with hate.
Seriously, if you put some effort into your app, you could get in easily. That's what the app is for, to see who REALLY wants to be in the server, or who will best fit. Your RP example was a discussion with an Imperial Legion guard about how you were going to join a Fallout server, and how you were going to kill him.
I think female genitalia.Wait, nevermind, that's ****. Twit is a term for idiot or something, like on the old mental scale they used.