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    posted a message on Create a Forum Rank for a User Above you.
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    posted a message on I don't want to brag, but...
    There is no way you made that legit. It would take the age of the universe to get all those supplies, and to build it would be another twice that amount of time. You need to stop trolling the forums, or else I will report you directly to Citricsquid. You need to stop cheating in MC, you should earn your stuff honestly you n00b.

    I am ashamed of you. Play a game where you don't need to hack.
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    posted a message on Here's my problem with "Gay Hate"
    If the bible does have something against homosexuality, then people need to stop thinking bad about gay people because a book told them to.
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    posted a message on What Do You Do In The Nether?
    Still just singing this by my portal
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    posted a message on What Do You Do In The Nether?
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    posted a message on four little but veary usefull mods.
    for 4 use flans mods
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    posted a message on (CLOSED) ☢Fallout: Sins of Our Fathers☢[24/7][Serious RolePlay] #1 FALLOUT ROLE-PLAY SERVER!
    Quote from Andymo1000

    @AngelEyes_666, can you check my app?:

    Here it is again so you don't have to go and find it:

    OOC:


    IGN: Andymo5000
    Age: 14
    Time you can dedicate: 3-4 hours (maybe less, maybe more) a day.
    Why us?: Cause' Fallouts cool, and I <3 rp.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Rp is acting like someone else, being someone, living a second life, different times etc.
    (See front page for examples)
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-gaming is when your OCC and you get info about someones IC, then when your rp'ing you use that info when your IC wouldn't know that.
    Define Power-gaming in your words: Power-gaming is when you make your character "godlike" "unkillable" something like that, as well as not giving others the chance to react: "BIlly kills Bob" "Billy steals Bob's sword" another way to put that is "Billy attempts to kill Bob."

    IC:

    Name: Jay Freant
    Nickname: (Optional) Frostbite
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Appearance:


    Personality: Strong, Never gives up: Persistent
    In-game RP example: (Include dialog)
    Guard: Stop, did you just pick pocket that man?
    Jay: No, why do you care?
    Guard: Guards, take him down!
    *Guards leap at Jay*
    Jay: Here, take it back!
    *Jay throws money in the air*
    Guard 2: Your coming with us, thief.
    *Guards take Jay away*
    Thats just an example.
    Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs)
    Jay was born in a small town right next to a mountain, his mother and father lived with him, his brother was dead, thanks to the atom wars. Jay's brother was named Cye, he was a cyborg because he was hit from the first atom war, then the atom war started all over the world he was killed, the others fled into underground settlements, we're most remain. One day, word was spead about another atom war was coming, people didn't want to take the chance so they fled underground. Jay and his family fled to the mountain, a vault was built inside the mountain in case of another atom war. They remained in there for a few months



    3 MONTHS LATER

    Jay and his family we're still in the vault, when it struck. all anybody could here was explosions coming from outside of the vault. It was disaster. Jay fell unconscious for a few hours. When he awoke the war was over, Jay decided that this would be the last war ever. He was on a quest to destroy all the starters (or creators) of the atom wars (or atom bombs :/.) a few minutes of walking and all he saw was a wasteland, and mutated animals. he looted a few dead bodies, got himself a gun and continued to Megaton (the town which the creator of the atom bomb lived, for my sake.) Once he reached Megaton the guards attacked him, they knew his plan to murder "Dave Bentoni" (the creator of the atom bombs) "well well, look who we have here" called Dave, "poor little Jay, actually trying to kill me." Jay glared at Dave while Dave continued speaking abot his "marvelous" creation. "Shut up..." Jay called. Dave smiled suspicously "Of course..." he said suspicously, "kill him" Dave continued as the guards pulled Jay out. Jay was put on a table but before the guards could strap him in, Jay jumped of kicked one of the guards in the head and bolted across the room. Jay used the knife of a guard that was walking past to free the ropes around his hands, "thanks" he called at the guard as he turned the corner. He ran out the door and kept running... Into the wasteland.

    Also Nuka Cola is tasty!

    Denied

    It is like it is adding more lore to the server by saying there was another nuclear apocalypse. It is unrealistic if your character cames out of a vault in 3 months of a nuke blowing up, he would die strait away from radiation.


    Quote from tankdoom

    OOC:

    IGN: tankdoom
    Age: 16
    Time you can dedicate: 1 - 6 hours a day, depending.
    Why us?: I love RP, I love Fallout, I love Minecraft, and I only want the best that I can get, and I think that you are the guys who are going to deliver.
    Define Role-Playing in your words: Role-Playing is assuming the role of another person or thing and acting as that role in a way that dynamically affects the fictional universe surrounding that character.
    Define Meta-gaming in your words: Using information gained from the world outside the bounds of the storyline in roleplay. An example of this in minecraft is automatically knowing who somebody is if you have seen their name in chat, however your particular character has not been introduced to them, and this is ignored. That is Meta-Gaming
    Define Power-gaming in your words: To have your character do something completely unreasonable,
    I.E: Kills 500 men with one bullet

    IC:

    Name: Dustin Dawson
    Nickname: Dusty
    Age: 43
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: When it comes to appearances, Dusty lives up to his name. Dusty has been wondering the wastes for a long time, so long infact, that if he was put up against the landscape, you would hardly be able to tell that he was there. Dusty's shirt and pants are torn and covered in a thick lair of dirt. The colors on his button-up shirt are faded and aged, his blue-jeans have turned brown, and his lips and eyes are caked with dust and dirt that has gathered up over the past half a century. His hair is light brown, though that would be apparent even if it were green.
    Personality: Dusty is an independent guy who, despite living in the wasteland all of his life, is generally friendly and welcomes good company. He tries to reason with words instead of fighting, but does what is necessary to survive. He will try and help however he can. He is smart and specifies in medical and chemical sciences. As a kid Dusty was very weak and un-independant.
    In-game RP example:
    Dusty is walking through the wastes, scourging for food
    He hears a shuffling sound
    "Hello?" Silence
    Dusty slowly turns back to the pile of rubble, but not before hearing more whispering.
    "Give us your sh*t and maybe I won't blow yer' brains out"
    The bandit has his pistol pointed at Dusty
    Dusty: "I don't need this right now pal, can't we just talk it out?"
    Bandit: "Give it to me right now, or I'll end you!"
    Dusty: "Fine then, have it your way"
    The bandit cocks his gun, but not before Dusty moves out of the way, avoiding the bullet.
    Dusty pulls out a knife and restricts the bandit, making him drop the pistol.
    Bandit: Let... me.... GO!
    Dusty: I'll give you 5 seconds to walk away unharmed. Five...
    Bandit: I'll kill you!
    The bandit reaches for the gun, but Dusty picks it up
    Dusty: Four... Three
    The bandit scampers to his feet, running away as Dusty empties the clip, putting the gun into his backpack.

    Background: The smells of trash in the barn was always comforting to Dusty. It wasn't the smell of dust and dirt, but the smell of home. Fourteen children and two adults lived in the barn, an orphanage in a small farming village called Bluewall somewhere in the wastes. Problems were few in Bluewall, until the bandits took over. It was a hot day, a dust-storm was brewing in the breeze of the noon, and the sun was pounding down on Dusty's back like a hammer as he hoed the dirt in the field behind the barn. Father Ken sat on the back porch rocking back and forth, reading a book with a maroon colored cover that had been blanketed with ashes and dust. Dusty had just finished when all of hell broke loose.

    The sound of yelling caught Dusty's attention when Mother Anne was pushed outside onto the porch by a big hairy man with a large gun. She was crying and screaming "Please don't shoot! I gave you all of our food! What else could you possibly want?" The man shot her through the head and her body gave a terminal jerk. Father Ken was already up on his feet and started running when another man shot him in the left leg, making his body skid across the ground as if he had slipped on ice. Dusty, breaking out of the shock he had just encountered, started running. He was a good hundred feet away from the men, who he had now assumed were bandits, when a rifle bullet got him clear across the shoulder, tearing a hole through his only shirt. He fell face first toward the ground and started rolling down a hill. "Quick! Come with me!" He heard a voice say. The last thing he saw was the orphanage on fire.

    Then
    There was black

    Dusty woke up on a bed, he heard nothing but a small ticking noise. A clock. Dusty tried to get up but felt a sharp pain jolt through his arm. "God damn!" He said under his breath. "Oh, you're awake?" A burly man in a lab coat said. "I wouldn't move for a while, you busted that arm up pretty bad," Dusty looked over to his shoulder and saw a wrap covering a wine-red blotch where the bullet must have hit. "Tell me son, what's your name?" The man said as he sat down in a chair next to where Dusty lay. "My name's Dustin Dawson sir," he quietly responded. "Do you mind if I call ya' Dusty? I like the sound of that,"
    "No sir," Dusty mumbles. This man's name was Tim. Tim was a man of science. He worked in herbalism and chemistry, though he wasn't weak. Tim trained Dusty in everything he knew about surviving in the wastes, ranging from herbalism to physical strength, he was well rounded, but had the most skills in basic survival. He knows how to grow his own food, and defend him self in cases of survival. Dusty was weak at first, he was a boy who didn't know how to do anything and was afraid in the face of death. However, time has passed since then. When Dusty had turned 32 and Tim had long since passed due to age, Dusty decided it was time to move on. As Dusty started walking along the road less traveled he looked back at the tragedies of his life. The fire, the bandits, the killings. It was all unavoidable, it was his written destiny. However because of what had happened he is no longer a boy. He is a man, and any real man can write his own destiny

    Nuka Cola is pretty tasty


    Accepted!

    This is a very nice app, I enjoyed it alot! Welcome to Sins Of Our Fathers!
    Posted in: PC Servers
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    posted a message on Pizza
    My fav pizza is the stuff that I make at home
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    posted a message on What are things that you hate but you don't even know why?
    i don't like smokers for some reason. i have tis weird thing against cigarettes. weird.
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    posted a message on Just got a new dog , NEEDS A SWEET NAME!

    Thanks to all that posted!

    Sooooo. Who won?
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