''First Timer Eh?'' By Slim-Charles

He observed this oddity before him from beneath his hood. He'd been many places in the galaxy, but this... this he did not know quite what to make of other than the fact that it was something alien to him. But that was besides the point. He had come here for more important matters. "My designation is C.A.Z." Brushing his rain dotted hood back he folded his hands together in front of himself. "I detected an anomaly and feared someone had landed so I came to warn your Captain that this is a quarantined planet. An illness has spread amongst the people here."

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She sense's an uninvited guest. Someone is trespassing.

The hologram flickers to life taking the form of a female human with long dark hair and purple eyes. It seems she can't quite get the form right. Did humans even have purple eyes? Lolita paid no mind to it because her pilot usually didn't bother with details like that. He was too busy visiting planets and trying to make them bend to his will.

Just as she is about to warn them, her head tilts. There is something strange about this trespasser. However, it reminds her of something similar...something she's seen before. "You are no life form. Wires...machine...do you know you are trespassing? Security features have been activated. State your name and intentions."

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Fallout Sentences

(Sentences from Fallout (2024-). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Get that jelly mould out of here!"

"Everyone knows who I am, but do they know who they are?"

"Maybe you should do what you do best - run and hide."

"I'm not letting anyone else get hurt on my behalf, okay?"

"Violence is merely a tool."

"What would you know about where I'm from?"

"Us cowpokes, we take it as it comes."

"You come from a world of rules and laws. This place is indifferent to all of that. I do not think you would be willing to do what it takes to survive here."

"The question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether?"

"I know that it can't have been easy for you, what with all the murder and dirt."

"I think this conversation would benefit from some actual ideas."

"You saved me!"

"How do you live like this?"

"Now, that right there is the closest thing we've had to an honest exchange so far."

"I come from a place where the world is what you make of it."

"Everyone wants to save the world. They just disagree on how."

"The things I'm willing to do for you never cease to amaze me."

"You might be the only one of my invites that actually showed up!"

"You smell good."

"That was weird, right?"

"Trust doesn't come easily to those of us with a guilty conscience."

"When it comes to leadership these days, dangerous is what they call a prerequisite."

"Somebody's got to step up and bring some order around here."

"In my experience, the apple tends not to fall too far from the tree. Is that true in your case?"

"There's always some new little faction, isn't there?"

"Hypocrisy is like violence in the movies; if you only let the bad guys use it, the bad guys win."

"Our test subjects were less compliant than we anticipated."

"Your ignorance cannot excuse your cruelty."

"Such a display of loyalty! You don't see that much anymore."

"The future of humanity comes down to one word: management."

"What? No! When you put it like that, it sounds downright morally questionable!"

"War? War never changes."

"You see what this place does to people?"

"Maybe you can stop them, maybe you can't. Maybe all you can do is try."

Send ‘☂’ to be stuck inside with my muse during a storm.

it’s a little bit ridiculous and silly to expect oc’s to have fully completed biographies and all the details finished before they enter rpc.  oc’s are a constant development.  the canon characters you love had years of being developed,  edits,  beta testers, rewrites etc.  and people’s portrayals of them continually change and grow within rp.  roleplay is collaborative and part of that is with oc’s,  a lot of the finer detailers can only be fleshed out through writing.  the only place they have to go through that development process is through threads and plotting. and it’s a beautiful thing to get to be there from the start to have your muse be integral to the development of your partner’s character.  

of course,  i get needing the basic information,  that is definitely rp etiquette.  but expecting oc’s to have to have months or years worth of developmental work somehow just magically done in mere days to fit some wack standard is just kind of stupid as fuck tbh 

//Why I used a tungsten alloy for my synthetic character.

🌺 Tell me a preconeption/headcanon you have for one of my characters... 🌺

And I’ll rate how accurate it is on a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being way off and 10 being basically canon!

The whistle blew out it's shrill order before an officer shouted from somewhere along the line. "Up and over lads!"

Which sound was worse he could not say. Both held equal dread for a man and yet still they all did their duty and clambered to the top. Up and over to see what they could do in the never-ending tug-of-war of taking and retaking the same trenches. As always, the UC Highlanders were the first over the top. The first into the fray. Brothers and sisters fell all around him. To his left and to his right, but still they pressed onwards into the fire with a bravery few could ever hope to possess. "Mech!" Someone cried out and he just caught the sight of the machine coming up over the crest of the hill before it let loose a hellstorm of missiles in their direction. - He didn't remember much of what happened after that. Only that he was sent arse over end when the missiles hit and darkness. Coming to now he tried his best to move but found himself entangled in a mess of barbed wire. Oh, bloody hell. This wasn't good. He'd seen a few poor bastards go out this way -entangled and trapped with no hope of rescue- and he had no desire to be one of them. He gave another tug of his arm only to feel the barbed wire rip into his skin through his uniform. Oh, no. He didn't think he was getting out of this one so easily. The battle at least seemed to be over. Both Freestar and UC bodies alike littered the fields of no man's land and too many bodies of his fellow highlanders for his liking but numbered just the same Freestar soldiers. He had a little time to access his situation. Taking a look over himself he felt fortunate to have his limbs still intact, but as his gaze traveled down his left arm, he noticed he was missing a couple fingers, steady stream of blood flowing still. It only made him try to escape once more, but the wire just cut deeper into him, tangled worse around him. He wasn't getting out of this on his own. Lowering his head in defeat he realized how woozy he felt all of a sudden, his hair wet with muddy water and blood falling into his eyes like messy black yarn made him feel like a twisted sort of scarecrow, all trussed up in barbed wire.

Starfield: The Colony War (closed)

Continued from X