Nathan Kennedy

My point is that no change will make RP more or less likely to happen. All of the resources to complete Research RP are there and present it is just up to the people to use them. If people wanted to Research RP more now than they did then a suggestion wouldn't be needed. The research department doesn't need to be a whitelisted hierarchy it just needs people in it to roleplay. I mean just look at any time research department has been reformed or any other dying job for that matter.. Like the amount of time Sarkics has been tried and died is shocking with each new naive person thinking they can suggest it again and it be different. Or when Church was last in the server the amount of different owner who tried to do stuff with the job and each time it would just turn to TDM. The list goes on and on, these changes won't do anything to make the job any better than it can already be. Like I said previously only player driven activity will change anything. The only idea that could be alr would be a discord for everyone to join for better communication and stuff. (last time it was added it being deleted was enough to get a person permabanned but obviously not important enough to get remade? ) +1 -1

I can't comprehend how this would change anything. Limiting the jobs people can play freely does nothing but limit the amount of new players who will try out the job. People have come up with so many way to try and "fix" HR and the research department but their is no actual change change that has ever or will ever be able to breathe life into it. The only way it can be "Fixed" is internally with it all being player driven fostering that environment. If the change isn't led by the players then nothing will change and any other attempts to try and change that would just be giving CPR to a corpse. (There are a few cool HR's/SR's who do interesting RP but they are not active or abundant enough to make any real dent.) -1

Zenith Told “Betrayer of four, A wicked being, Ascend yourself, Unto me.” Yamas Kalimera, The Psychopomp Hoax Cameos To call these individuals “people” would be an insult to all of us, and it would be more accurate to term these beings as “sentient monsters” instead. Cameos are “people” who’ve been seduced by the power of godhood and immortality. This is something that shouldn’t be obtained by any normal means, as they are reaching a mockery of a world where they would imitate god. By taking the so-called meaning of “truth” and twisting it to a perversion that can only be described as untold hubris. These beings are characterized by their pale, yellowish skin, deep violet eyes, and snow-white hair. Cameos are a failed mockery of Hours; they were created by Yamas Kalimera, The Psychopomp Hoax to spite Forge and to spit in the face of the Hours. The means of how far one would go to create an artificial Hour, to peer into “the truth” and twist it in a form to imitate God speaks volumes of the untold amount of pride and lack of humility one has as their place as a mortal. Cameos were created by an artifact, made by none other than Yamas Kalimera, The Psychopomp Hoax. This artifact as described, is an amulet that glows a radiant and incandescent white. A curse it truly is, to be drawn in and take four of those who you would hold most dear, clutch the amulet, and utter the words “I sacrifice.”. Those who do sacrifice the ones that they hold most dear do obtain many boons as a result of their treachery. They never need to eat, never tire, obtain superhuman strength, become immortal, and can revive on the spot from death. This ability is a sort of failed immortality. Their second coming allows them to tirelessly fight until they reach their final death, and burn to ashes on the spot, or retreat and lick their wounds to fight another day. To become a Cameo is to forcibly use the souls of others to elevate your own, and wear your very own soul to it’s breaking point. And to utterly destroy the souls that are used. This sort of failed divinity doesn’t come without a cost. Aside from the fact that your immortal soul is forfeit in exchange for an immortal body, They are rejected, an empty husk that can merely Just live. Despite the fact that their body turns immortal, their souls becomes broken. Because what does it mean, to sacrifice others in a cause that we can deem "for the greater good?" Not all are seduced by immortality, but many by power. To take power from a heretical source, to use it in desperation, to take power from others, is the height of either insolence, or ignorance. By robbing others, one will never grow internally. But we are not perfect beings, nor will we ever be. Becoming a Cameo, even with noble intentions will still boil down to a wrongful attainment of "Truth", or perhaps an abstract concept of control. Instead of taking strength from others, standing on a pedestal and learning nothing, one should show humility and instead borrow strength from others - that is the essence of humanity. Becoming a Cameo means reaching a state where one is merely a proud rooster, and with their regal acts they are blind to see that the post where they stand upon is little more than a pile of manure.

true kill self n7 tard

bunch of fucking jews

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kys

Your life is nothing! You have 0 purpose! You should kill yourself! NOW!

I haven't played the server in 2 weeks. I wanted to say i have no idea what is going and i do not care. "Kill yourself" Thank you for conveniently not mentioning this.

-1 boring Generic answer saying you have dealt with high powers in the past. Lets get some interesting people in the council instead of people who just see at as a progression of their power complex. Obviously my opinion doesn't matter but if you wanted to impress me I'd add a lot more about the kind of roleplay you'd do and what differentiates you from the 10 thousand other O5 apps that have just appeared over the last weekend.

FREDDY CRAZY!!!! +1 Free my man up He may not be the most stable but that is where the fun is

You do realise you are all enabling him by giving him so much attention

once a minge always a minge

Tally hall is fucking shit Obviously Miracle music is a lot better

If we are going of the person alone than it is an easy +1 being one of the community members who actually creates interesting roleplay and doesn't LARP 24/7. (Still remember getting your verdict to Not guilty in your trial) For the event it is like kind of meh and seems a bit generic and although not awful I would like to see you go into a bit more detail about your event character and what they are all about and what makes them different to all the other characters who are like that. Cheers to you lad

El Chacho Santos During the 1940s El Chacho was an employee of the Special Security Commission. He travelled across war torn Europe attempting to obtain any anomalies he could in the chaos to bring back to Spain. Lots of his history is shrouded in mystery but it is also believed he was an active participant within the Yugoslavia war and across Afghanistan over numerous decades. Not much his known about his child hood other than that they were likely raised in Madrid. El Chacho has become infamous within the anomalous world for his escapades within Europe and Yugoslavia. Foundation agents have collected some documents about him from other GOIs. Chachos Hymn Wandsmen Document We believe it to be largely fictional but due to Wandsmen capabilities who knows what could have been made up. The story follows Chacho trying to secure COTBG anomalies from a farmhouse in rural France. The COTBG are moving anomalies away when OBSCURA attacks and in the chaos Chacho tries to steal some anomalies. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yXDjWUVzU9-Zu47C0cVEBTtInCwi2g1lIycMovmck1k/edit El Chacho dont fuck with no sweps just the ability that he is smooooth as fuck. He has a revolver as well which he shoots. Make sure to pay attention for the expanding Chacho cinematic universe

ay caramba

None in my heart. I sit there in the corner of this farm campsite in the middle of nowhere Gloucestershire. I sit around a table with a pack of cheese twist sitting next to the half eaten Houmas. I conehere every year with my family and some friends. It is a nice time to relax and take a step back for just a few days. I take a sip of my cider from my insulate cup, my mum put like a sticker on it with my name so we would never get the confused. My family and the friends around me had been talking a camping trip we had been on last year. I was mostly zoned out of the conversation and looked up to the stars. I spotted the big dipper fairly quickly and look out at the rest of the expansive stars. I look up there for a while watching them sit there. I hear someone making a fuss by the our small barbeque. It has melted through the layer of cardboard we had put under it and was killing the grass. The girl next to me, Emily, gets up and offers to find some other kind of base. I offer to join her in her hunt. I'd known her for a few years, she had short black hair brushed behind her back. She wore shorts but not like really short shorts ye know. We spoke for a bit about a party that had been going on in the campsite. "Where are we even going" she asked. "I thought we were going to like that scrapyard we had walked past earlier" "Yeah but isnt that like reallly far away" "I dont know i thought we were just walking till we found something" "Maybe we should go back then see if there was anything by the bins" "Yeah yeah thats cool." We continued to talk about friends we knew from our mutual friend group cracking jokes about them. We found a few bricks just laying around. As we walked towards the light of our campsite that guided our way i looked back at the stars I had been gazing at before. In the distance just in the sky above some apple trees i can see a small group of stars that hadn't been present before. There were 5 of them. 4 of them were in a square formation with one sitting under the bottom left corner. They danced around each other spiralling in and out. "Hey are you okay?" Emily asked "yeah yeah I was just looking at the stars...." I trailed off. The stars danced up and down in all direction, They got brighter and dimmer and smaller and bigger. My eyes were fixated on them. I dropped the bricks to the side of my ankles. Emily came up to me and tried to shake me into sense. "Hey... hey" I closed my eyes and when I opened them she was gone. I was in a field. A field with no hedges. A world with no voices. Pure silence. Pure bliss. I stood in the cold mist of the evening and watched the stars dance into all kinds of shapes and concepts. I saw the ones I loved. I saw the ones I hated. The stars made me feel; love, hate, bliss, pain, lust, envy, and every emotion i have ever rushes past me like a sharp cold wind. My eyes water but I cannot stop watching the pure..... pure I look around and I'm back in my camping chair. Everything the same yet everything so so different. I love you