Thank you, but I actually had something I was going to try in some far off corner of a desert after I got enough wood.
Also, can you perchance tell me when I've been whitelisted? The notice of "You can't join the server because you're not whitelisted!" is rather jarring for me. Also, I can't seem to find my last message, so, just to be sure, my username is seekoutguy, No spaces, one word, no caps, no comma, etc.
On the note about grammar, punctuation, and the like, my writing tends a vary between a well read and bright individual to a bad case of texting thumb depending on urgency, time, the condition of my real world hunger, and other such worrisome incidences. A 16 oz. sirloin has made my ability to write rather eloquent at the moment.
Ha, I wish I had the equivalent effects from a sirloin.
I believe I saw something about people being white-listed a few pages back... What's that all about?
If one is not whitelisted, one may not join into the server.
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What makes you think I was ever being reasonable? I'm sitting here with a pile of guns while wearing a flamethrower, and you thought that, at some point, I was being reasonable?
If one is not whitelisted, one may not join into the server.
I understand cause and effect of white-lists, I was just wondering if some people may have been white-listed in the near past, because I thought I might've heard it.
IGN: Awesomeoiderpwn
Age: 16
Role-Play Exp.: 4 years of other RP platforms(SWG, LOTRO) and post by post forum RP
Why Us: I'm a huge fan of the Fallout universe, and love serious roleplay.
Time You Can Dedicate: 4-7 hours per day.
IC
Name: Jim Rhinner
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Troubled eyes and yellowed teeth are hidden behind his rough and un-trimmed beard and messy hair. He appears to be poorly fed, but his lanky core rests upon muscular legs that have been built after days of walking the lonely desert. Usually dressed in torn, ragged clothes sometimes joined by a pair of hastily fit goggles.
Fears: Loss of his freedom
Personality: A consistent smart-alec, usually refraining from too much interaction unless he wants something...or for whatever reason is in a good mood.
Occupation: Scavenger/Bandit
Skills: Stealth/subtlety, smooth talking, fist fights, and small, gang based combat encounters that only include use of light arms.
Nickname (Optional): Rhinny
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
*Jim peeks from behind the rusted car to get a brief glance at the man casually strolling down the road. He then creeps out from his cover, tip-toeing across the sand and onto the broken highway to creep up behind the traveler. The young scavenger pulls his .357 from it's holster and whistles through clenched teeth."
"Oi! Y' get lost 'r somethin'?"
"Wh-...what!?" *The man spins on his heel and widens his eyes, Jim leveling his revolver with his head as he does so.*
"Tha's righ' pal. I'll take all y'r caps, guns, an' ammo." *The traveler obediently nods and begins digging through all of his items of value and carefully placing them on the road in front of him. Jim stares, waiting for him to finish.*
"A-Alright...that's all I've got...now please, jus--" *A shot rings out and the man drops to his knees, and then all the way forward. A pool of blood rapidly accumulates next to his head. Jim smirks and spits on the ground next to him.*
"Yuh-oh." *He scoops the valuables into his pack and wanders off down the road.*
"Too slow...."
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Since he was a child, Jim had always favored anarchy and and living free by any means necessary. Considering he was born in a vault, he felt extremely out of place, and knew he needed to break out as soon as he could. A few days after turning seventeen, he decided that the time had come. After many hours of conflicted feelings, he decided to ask a friend, whom he had often fantasized about the freedom of the open world with if he would join him in the escape. When the friend refused, Jim became enraged. He grabbed a kitchen knife and slashed his friend across the face before dashing out the door.
He made a rush for the vault exit, threatening many by-standers with his nasty, bloody knife as he passed. When he finally arrived at the huge vault door, to his surprise, he was met by his friend, the awful gash on his face dripping crimson blood onto his vault suit. The friend begged him not to leave, but Jim refused and headed straight for the door controls. When his friend threw himself angrily in the way, Jim inadvertently thrust his knife into his friend's stomach, who soon after fell to the floor, dead. Jim, at first devastated by the accident, opened the vault door and dashed out. He wandered aimlessly for hours before he finally found a town. When questioned about his bloody clothes, he claimed that he was attacked. As soon as Jim could get his hands some new clothes, a weapon, and a few caps, he split. To this day he walks the desert, moving from town to town, searching for purpose...but more importantly, power.
IGN:lwllw
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.:None really, I would like to try.
Why Us:I like the Fallout series and Minecraft and this server sounds interesting.
Time You Can Dedicate:Depends, at least 3 hours per week
IC
Name:Jack Thornbill
Gender:Male
Age:23
RP Example:*sees raiders* "There are so many of them these days...."
Raider 1:Oh look, another victim! *laugh*
Jack:Me? Or are you just talking to someone miles away? *gets pistol*
Raider 2:You plan to attack us with a pistol?Ha!
Jack:Well I expected this. *headshot the first raider*
Raider 2:Take him down everyone! *attacks*
Jack: *shoots down 2 raiders and gets cut in the right arm* Damnit! *gets a knife in the left hand and cuts down the other two raiders* This happens way too often....
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Back in Vault 34, Jack liked to tinker the weapons and whatever he can find, his intelligence was higher than most of the residents, he was among the group of residents who demanded access to the armory, when they left and went to Nellis Air Force Base and became the Boomers, Jack stayed with them a while before he left, because he wants to work for whoever he wants.
Now he wanders the Mojave Wasteland, having worked for the Gun Runners a few times, he has some of their impressive arsenal, making him quite dangerous. He is known in most towns due to the fact that he goes to other towns after a while in one and always come back some time later, He is usually in New Vegas. He works as a mechanic mostly. But he will be a hired gun for whoever he decides that is worthy to work for.
A little tease for you guys. This is what happens when we RP on the server. Landscapes change and stories are created. You have the power to change entire towns and cities and have fun while doing so.
A little tease for you guys. This is what happens when we RP on the server. Landscapes change and stories are created. You have the power to change entire towns and cities and have fun while doing so.
IGN: Mudrat12
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: A lot
Why Us: Love Fallout and this sounds very exciting and thrilling
Time You Can Dedicate: Friday through Sunday becasue I study on school Monday through Thursday.
IC
Name: James
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Appearance: A shaggy dark brown haired man with muscle as weak as a mouse.
Fears: Death, Zombies, War
Personality: Outgoing, Cheerful, Full of excitment
Occupation: Salesman
Skills: Accuracy, Speed, Sneaky (for he is not a big man to spot.)
Nickname (Optional): Weakling, Beanpole, Sticks
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs:
Only a normal man going to work and coming back in grief for his job was terrible. Making people buy a product that sucked was not his dream, He
IGN: Mudrat12
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: A lot
Why Us: Love Fallout and this sounds very exciting and thrilling
Time You Can Dedicate: Friday through Sunday becasue I study on school Monday through Thursday.
IC
Name: James
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Appearance: A shaggy dark brown haired man with muscle as weak as a mouse.
Fears: Death, Zombies, War
Personality: Outgoing, Cheerful, Full of excitment
Occupation: Salesman
Skills: Accuracy, Speed, Sneaky (for he is not a big man to spot.)
Nickname (Optional): Weakling, Beanpole, Sticks
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs:
Only a normal man going to work and coming back in grief for his job was terrible. Making people buy a product that sucked was not his dream, He
IC
General Everest: It's time to liberate the Mojave back to it's victorious way! There is one path to honor, victory, money, and power! That is the NCR, and this is the now!
Full Name: Ben Dover
Specialization (Scientist, Soldier, Farmer, etc.): Soldier, jeep driver
Will You Be Dedicated: Yes
Why The NCR: Independence murdered Ben's family at Primm and he wants to get revenge against those who had done it. He also views the NCR as being the most heroic faction in the Mojave, and that they are doing the right thing in an attempt to solve the problems that the nukes had brought.
Will You Respect Your Fellow Officers and Soldiers: Yes
Will You Fight Until The End: Yes
See you in the Mojave, Everest out.
Oh, just thought I'd mention, the texture pack is in desperate need of an update.
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What makes you think I was ever being reasonable? I'm sitting here with a pile of guns while wearing a flamethrower, and you thought that, at some point, I was being reasonable?
Ha, I wish I had the equivalent effects from a sirloin.
If one is not whitelisted, one may not join into the server.
Sent a message to Colb about you an white listing and suchnot. So whenever he gets to it.
Just him, or everyone who was accepted and not whitelisted?
Well, I only accepted him. So I sent his name.
I'm not really sure how it's supposed to work. No one really explained my job in any great detail to me.
I understand cause and effect of white-lists, I was just wondering if some people may have been white-listed in the near past, because I thought I might've heard it.
Were you referring to me or Seekoutguy?
IGN:lwllw
Age:18
Role-Play Exp.:None really, I would like to try.
Why Us:I like the Fallout series and Minecraft and this server sounds interesting.
Time You Can Dedicate:Depends, at least 3 hours per week
IC
Name:Jack Thornbill
Gender:Male
Age:23
RP Example:*sees raiders* "There are so many of them these days...."
Raider 1:Oh look, another victim! *laugh*
Jack:Me? Or are you just talking to someone miles away? *gets pistol*
Raider 2:You plan to attack us with a pistol?Ha!
Jack:Well I expected this. *headshot the first raider*
Raider 2:Take him down everyone! *attacks*
Jack: *shoots down 2 raiders and gets cut in the right arm* Damnit! *gets a knife in the left hand and cuts down the other two raiders* This happens way too often....
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs):
Back in Vault 34, Jack liked to tinker the weapons and whatever he can find, his intelligence was higher than most of the residents, he was among the group of residents who demanded access to the armory, when they left and went to Nellis Air Force Base and became the Boomers, Jack stayed with them a while before he left, because he wants to work for whoever he wants.
Now he wanders the Mojave Wasteland, having worked for the Gun Runners a few times, he has some of their impressive arsenal, making him quite dangerous. He is known in most towns due to the fact that he goes to other towns after a while in one and always come back some time later, He is usually in New Vegas. He works as a mechanic mostly. But he will be a hired gun for whoever he decides that is worthy to work for.
*Cough* I fired it.
A little tease for you guys. This is what happens when we RP on the server. Landscapes change and stories are created. You have the power to change entire towns and cities and have fun while doing so.
So apply today!!!
I did....but t'was ignored.
Age: 13
Role-Play Exp.: A lot
Why Us: Love Fallout and this sounds very exciting and thrilling
Time You Can Dedicate: Friday through Sunday becasue I study on school Monday through Thursday.
IC
Name: James
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Appearance: A shaggy dark brown haired man with muscle as weak as a mouse.
Fears: Death, Zombies, War
Personality: Outgoing, Cheerful, Full of excitment
Occupation: Salesman
Skills: Accuracy, Speed, Sneaky (for he is not a big man to spot.)
Nickname (Optional): Weakling, Beanpole, Sticks
RP Example (Add Dialogue):
Backstory (1-2 LONG paragraphs:
Only a normal man going to work and coming back in grief for his job was terrible. Making people buy a product that sucked was not his dream, He
(Insert Signature Here)Denied. Please put some effort in to it.
IC
General Everest: It's time to liberate the Mojave back to it's victorious way! There is one path to honor, victory, money, and power! That is the NCR, and this is the now!
Full Name: Ben Dover
Specialization (Scientist, Soldier, Farmer, etc.): Soldier, jeep driver
Will You Be Dedicated: Yes
Why The NCR: Independence murdered Ben's family at Primm and he wants to get revenge against those who had done it. He also views the NCR as being the most heroic faction in the Mojave, and that they are doing the right thing in an attempt to solve the problems that the nukes had brought.
Will You Respect Your Fellow Officers and Soldiers: Yes
Will You Fight Until The End: Yes
See you in the Mojave, Everest out.