Have you voted for Savage Realms at all 3 sites mentioned below? Yes
Any questions/concerns/comments? If not, that's ok. Why do you have this massive bulky process to play? I would be willing to bet this deters 60% + of your potential members.
In response to my ban, I have two on my head. One on my most recent server, I was banned for finding loopholes. The staff consisted of pre-teens as their mods, so you can put two and two together on that one. And, about a year ago, I was banned for killing staff members, which I think was against their rules. i used to be a great PvP player.
No worries, I am 100% against advantageous mods/'hacks'. I am very modest, tame and I love to roleplay. That is what I despise about global banning systems. They are third party, so moderation isn't reliable as it isn't integrated through the game by the devs.
No worries, I was banned for no fault of my own most likely. But in the event that it was on my end, I assure you it wasn't due to obscenity or mods/'hacks'. Thanks for the quick response guys!
Have you voted for Savage Realms at all 3 sites mentioned below? Not yet, going to try it with 'Full Member' perms before I go any further. Looks promising though!
Any questions/concerns/comments? If not, that's ok. I hope it isn't a cookie cutter factions server. I want something outside the box.
OOC: IGN: GhilliePepper Age: 16 Time you can dedicate: 3+ hours when I don't work. My schedules are randomized. Why us?: I have been a big Fallout/Bethesda fan. I started by playing Morrowind, then Oblivion and I moved on to Fallout after it was recommended to me by a friend when I was 13(ish). Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-Playing, to me, is diving into a a different realm with others. In that realm you must think realistically, and insightfully to make the world as real as you desire it to be. Role-Play is limited by the role-players. Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is an uncanny knowledge of things that happened that you have not experienced yet. For example, if this was a WWII role-play server in lieu of a Fallout RP, if someone discusses the Vietnam War, that would be Meta-Gaming. But that's just my two cents. Define Power-gaming in your words: Misty, turns around, her arm brutally wounded. She pulls out the supressed .22 without making a sound. She peeks out from under the desk and picks off three raiders. She then gracefully walks out the door. Power gaming is the lack of a struggle in a situation that requires it. Its basically a fishing tale...
IC: Name: Griffin Schofield Nickname: (Optional) -- Age: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: Griffin is of average height, and is pretty trim. His appearance isn't that of a statue, but not that of a ghoul. His hair is a dull brown, and his eyes are lack-luster. They are pure gray, and are often bloodshot. Griffin prefers to dress in sophisticated clothing, and a pair of pre-war shades if he can find them. Personality: Griffin is a short-tempered, young adult who has an aspiration for getting what he wants. With a slick tongue, he resorts to using his tongue to obtain what he wants rather than... physical force. Griffin has a quick-wit which he knows is more precious than brawn if used for the right cause. Griffin also has a high value for humanity, not what is considered 'Right' or 'Wrong' by the general public. Often times, this ends up making a few unnecessary hurdles in his path.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) "Look, if you want this 'prototype' of yours up and running you are going to need more than one fission battery," Griffin lamented. "Oh? I forgot you were the one who designed it. This will be the fastest spooling electric engine LTC has ever made. As a... 'research specialist', you oughta know that by now," Kev replied dryly. Griffin turned his back, and looked at the wall clock. The glass shimmered. In the reflection of the glass, Griffin saw something that made him turn 180 degrees. "Kev! Kev!" Griffin yelled horsely. He was on the side of the table. He was on the floor with the fission battery in hand. The back of the battery was completely torn off, and strewn about the table. The wires were coated in a green, oxidized residue. "He must've tried to use himself as a conductor. Why didn't he attach two wires?" Griffin muttered to himself. From behind the table, an energy shot was fired. It struck Griffin directly in the calf.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Originally from Idaho, Griffin was a chemical engineer for a small company trying to harness radiation in water to create energy. He was an intern at the age of 20. At the head of the company was his father, Ryan. At home, was his mother Astrid. She kept everything in shape, while his Dad handled providing. Everything about his life had been normal. Or, as normal as it could be living isolated in a nuclear wasteland. Griffin had always received a secluded education, away from others. He was taught by his father, an ex Poseidon worker. His father always taught Griffin the same principles that he was taught. 'The world is corrupt, and it will be as long as humans walk it.' As a teenager, Griffin picked up his first job. Again, it was guided by his father. He was to prospect up in Idaho, looking for energy cells for a 'project' as his father called it. Every cell he brought back was taken by his father, and never seen again. One day, Griffin returned home with four MF cells. His father now 'had no need for them'. After Griffin went to bed that night, Griffin hadn't seen his father since. And, his for MF cells were mysteriously gone.
Nuka-Cola is tasty, tastier than Milka-Cola. Bleh.
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No worries, I am 100% against advantageous mods/'hacks'. I am very modest, tame and I love to roleplay. That is what I despise about global banning systems. They are third party, so moderation isn't reliable as it isn't integrated through the game by the devs.
No worries, I was banned for no fault of my own most likely. But in the event that it was on my end, I assure you it wasn't due to obscenity or mods/'hacks'. Thanks for the quick response guys!
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IGN: GhilliePepper
Age: 16
Time you can dedicate: 3+ hours when I don't work. My schedules are randomized.
Why us?: I have been a big Fallout/Bethesda fan. I started by playing Morrowind, then Oblivion and I moved on to Fallout after it was recommended to me by a friend when I was 13(ish).
Define Role-Playing in your words: (See front page for examples) Role-Playing, to me, is diving into a a different realm with others. In that realm you must think realistically, and insightfully to make the world as real as you desire it to be. Role-Play is limited by the role-players.
Define Meta-gaming in your words: Meta-Gaming is an uncanny knowledge of things that happened that you have not experienced yet. For example, if this was a WWII role-play server in lieu of a Fallout RP, if someone discusses the Vietnam War, that would be Meta-Gaming. But that's just my two cents.
Define Power-gaming in your words: Misty, turns around, her arm brutally wounded. She pulls out the supressed .22 without making a sound. She peeks out from under the desk and picks off three raiders. She then gracefully walks out the door. Power gaming is the lack of a struggle in a situation that requires it. Its basically a fishing tale...
IC:
Name: Griffin Schofield
Nickname: (Optional) --
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Griffin is of average height, and is pretty trim. His appearance isn't that of a statue, but not that of a ghoul. His hair is a dull brown, and his eyes are lack-luster. They are pure gray, and are often bloodshot. Griffin prefers to dress in sophisticated clothing, and a pair of pre-war shades if he can find them.
Personality: Griffin is a short-tempered, young adult who has an aspiration for getting what he wants. With a slick tongue, he resorts to using his tongue to obtain what he wants rather than... physical force. Griffin has a quick-wit which he knows is more precious than brawn if used for the right cause. Griffin also has a high value for humanity, not what is considered 'Right' or 'Wrong' by the general public. Often times, this ends up making a few unnecessary hurdles in his path.
In-game RP example: (Include dialog) "Look, if you want this 'prototype' of yours up and running you are going to need more than one fission battery," Griffin lamented. "Oh? I forgot you were the one who designed it. This will be the fastest spooling electric engine LTC has ever made. As a... 'research specialist', you oughta know that by now," Kev replied dryly.
Griffin turned his back, and looked at the wall clock. The glass shimmered. In the reflection of the glass, Griffin saw something that made him turn 180 degrees.
"Kev! Kev!" Griffin yelled horsely. He was on the side of the table. He was on the floor with the fission battery in hand. The back of the battery was completely torn off, and strewn about the table. The wires were coated in a green, oxidized residue.
"He must've tried to use himself as a conductor. Why didn't he attach two wires?" Griffin muttered to himself.
From behind the table, an energy shot was fired. It struck Griffin directly in the calf.
Background: (Detailed and in-depth, 2 paragraphs) Originally from Idaho, Griffin was a chemical engineer for a small company trying to harness radiation in water to create energy. He was an intern at the age of 20. At the head of the company was his father, Ryan. At home, was his mother Astrid. She kept everything in shape, while his Dad handled providing. Everything about his life had been normal. Or, as normal as it could be living isolated in a nuclear wasteland. Griffin had always received a secluded education, away from others. He was taught by his father, an ex Poseidon worker. His father always taught Griffin the same principles that he was taught. 'The world is corrupt, and it will be as long as humans walk it.'
As a teenager, Griffin picked up his first job. Again, it was guided by his father. He was to prospect up in Idaho, looking for energy cells for a 'project' as his father called it. Every cell he brought back was taken by his father, and never seen again. One day, Griffin returned home with four MF cells. His father now 'had no need for them'. After Griffin went to bed that night, Griffin hadn't seen his father since. And, his for MF cells were mysteriously gone.
Nuka-Cola is tasty, tastier than Milka-Cola. Bleh.
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Aren't you sick and tired of sifting through endless pages of servers that don't cater to your needs? Look no further, stop flipping through forum pages and take a look here, at DuckCraft!
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