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 Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 11:46 am
Archer_Jack ( and there's. Place to get extra practice if needed.)) (( O_o ))
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 4:27 pm
( done with an iphone when i just woke up now shush)
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 8:30 pm
(( stare stare stare
Suicidesoldier#1 says: Always remember to put little thingies around your post to indicate OCC!))((Yah..Yah..Yah...No thanks Suicide...I don't wanna be in a military rp..))
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 4:54 pm
Roleplay Name: Daren
Branch: ARMY
Location: Sniper Shoting Field
Objective: Shot targets
"Daren you must complete the series of targets in 20 seconds if you dont do that youll start again until you get it right IS THAT CLEAR!!!!" Sargeant Foley said. "Understood sir" I said "Good now ready up you got 10 seconds to do so." He said, "Yes sir."
((THE WHY DO YA POST SMARTASS))
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:24 pm
x-Daren-kun-x Roleplay Name: Daren Branch: ARMY Location: Sniper Shoting Field Objective: Shot targets "Daren you must complete the series of targets in 20 seconds if you dont do that youll start again until you get it right IS THAT CLEAR!!!!" Sargeant Foley said. "Understood sir" I said "Good now ready up you got 10 seconds to do so." He said, "Yes sir." ((THE WHY DO YA POST SMARTASS)) ((Well... first of all... That sucked. Your spelling sucked, your grammar sucked, and your punctuation was lacking. Your sentence structure was also poor; not simply by it's incoherence, but mainly becuase you had close to two sentences, and it was mostly dialogue. Secondly, you Godmodded. You controlled my character- as I'm the Drill Sergeant, and you would not be in the Sniper Area, you would be in the Basic Training area, riding a bus, doing what the first page tells you to do. Please, read the front of this page and the AMP before posting again. Also, try to post more information. And try to develop internal thought processes in order to determine what your character thinks while remotely describing the bus ride. You also did not bold the top portion (Roleplay name etc.) or leave a space, like your supposed to do. You did put brackets around your OCC, which was nice; although you didn't leave a space for it to be easily distinguished. ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:39 pm
((WELL I HAD TO DO SOMETHING!!!! PLUS THAT A SEARGEANT NOT A COMMANDER AND I WAS A LITTLE LAZY TO HAVE GOOD SPELLING CAUSE IM DOING ALOT OF THINGS AT THE MOMENT!!))
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:43 pm
((And all capital letters are not intended to provide emphasis or serve as yelling. Again, please read the first page, the AMP, and then post again with an edited roleplay in the manner that you are supposed to so I can further grade you.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:45 pm
((Thats it im gonna play Modern Warfare 2))
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 5:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 24, 2010 6:02 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 1:05 pm
(I'm sorry to bother, but has anyone looked at my Recruitment submission? On page 21? I'm sorry if I'm breaking protocol here...this just looked like an amazingly fun guild. I just want in. sweatdrop )
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 3:05 pm
jarek56 RP Name: Jonathan "Candyman" Walthers Branch of intended service: Naval Armed Forces, Surface Warfare Current Location: Bus Objective: Arrival at camp For the what felt like the 50-thousandth time on this long bus ride, Jonathan "Candyman" wiped his brow of the sweat from this god-forsaken heat. Whether it was because he was more used to the colder climes of his one-time home, or because the A/C was out, Jonathan simply could not tell. Regardless, it was better than getting covered in sausage-grease. He'd even managed to evade his Father's wrath at his going the "plutocratic-fascists' collective army of oppressers of the People." What joy! He snorted derisively, scratching at his mild five o'clock shadow. This had just not been his week. He leaned against the seat, trying not to jostle the shoulder of another recruit sitting next to him. For lack of anything better to do but stare out of the window at the passing trees, grass, pastures, and more trees, he hummed absent-mindedly to himself. Better to distract yourself than jinx yourself with anxiety, He thought to himself. He grinned. Least my commie friends didn't hear of my heresy and witch-craft... He chortled to himself, knocking his arm against the recruit next to him. "Oh...uh, sorry, mate. Didn't mean to bump you..." He said in quiet apology, futilely attempting to scoot away from the recruit. He didn't turn to face him...her? Not much room for it. ((Great, except for the part of the Recruit you faced. Only do internal actions. Basically it's like this. Never assume anything. Ever. Otherwise you would have passed! blaugh ))
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:43 pm
Suicidesoldier#1 jarek56 RP Name: Jonathan "Candyman" Walthers Branch of intended service: Naval Armed Forces, Surface Warfare Current Location: Bus Objective: Arrival at camp For the what felt like the 50-thousandth time on this long bus ride, Jonathan "Candyman" wiped his brow of the sweat from this god-forsaken heat. Whether it was because he was more used to the colder climes of his one-time home, or because the A/C was out, Jonathan simply could not tell. Regardless, it was better than getting covered in sausage-grease. He'd even managed to evade his Father's wrath at his going the "plutocratic-fascists' collective army of oppressers of the People." What joy! He snorted derisively, scratching at his mild five o'clock shadow. This had just not been his week. He leaned against the seat, trying not to jostle the shoulder of another recruit sitting next to him. For lack of anything better to do but stare out of the window at the passing trees, grass, pastures, and more trees, he hummed absent-mindedly to himself. Better to distract yourself than jinx yourself with anxiety, He thought to himself. He grinned. Least my commie friends didn't hear of my heresy and witch-craft... He chortled to himself, knocking his arm against the recruit next to him. "Oh...uh, sorry, mate. Didn't mean to bump you..." He said in quiet apology, futilely attempting to scoot away from the recruit. He didn't turn to face him...her? Not much room for it. ((Great, except for the part of the Recruit you faced. Only do internal actions. Basically it's like this. Never assume anything. Ever. Otherwise you would have passed! blaugh )) (Outstanding!!! xd Thank you, Commander! Shall I assume that I am allowed to post in the Naval Training area, now? Or is there something else I need to do in this process first before going on?)
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:15 pm
jarek56 Suicidesoldier#1 jarek56 RP Name: Jonathan "Candyman" Walthers Branch of intended service: Naval Armed Forces, Surface Warfare Current Location: Bus Objective: Arrival at camp For the what felt like the 50-thousandth time on this long bus ride, Jonathan "Candyman" wiped his brow of the sweat from this god-forsaken heat. Whether it was because he was more used to the colder climes of his one-time home, or because the A/C was out, Jonathan simply could not tell. Regardless, it was better than getting covered in sausage-grease. He'd even managed to evade his Father's wrath at his going the "plutocratic-fascists' collective army of oppressers of the People." What joy! He snorted derisively, scratching at his mild five o'clock shadow. This had just not been his week. He leaned against the seat, trying not to jostle the shoulder of another recruit sitting next to him. For lack of anything better to do but stare out of the window at the passing trees, grass, pastures, and more trees, he hummed absent-mindedly to himself. Better to distract yourself than jinx yourself with anxiety, He thought to himself. He grinned. Least my commie friends didn't hear of my heresy and witch-craft... He chortled to himself, knocking his arm against the recruit next to him. "Oh...uh, sorry, mate. Didn't mean to bump you..." He said in quiet apology, futilely attempting to scoot away from the recruit. He didn't turn to face him...her? Not much room for it. ((Great, except for the part of the Recruit you faced. Only do internal actions. Basically it's like this. Never assume anything. Ever. Otherwise you would have passed! blaugh )) (Outstanding!!! xd Thank you, Commander! Shall I assume that I am allowed to post in the Naval Training area, now? Or is there something else I need to do in this process first before going on?) ((NEVER ASSUME ANYTHING! scream Never Assume = makes an a** out of U and Me.But yes. As long as you know not to control other people's actions. 3nodding ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 2:31 pm
Suicidesoldier#1 jarek56 Suicidesoldier#1 jarek56 RP Name: Jonathan "Candyman" Walthers Branch of intended service: Naval Armed Forces, Surface Warfare Current Location: Bus Objective: Arrival at camp For the what felt like the 50-thousandth time on this long bus ride, Jonathan "Candyman" wiped his brow of the sweat from this god-forsaken heat. Whether it was because he was more used to the colder climes of his one-time home, or because the A/C was out, Jonathan simply could not tell. Regardless, it was better than getting covered in sausage-grease. He'd even managed to evade his Father's wrath at his going the "plutocratic-fascists' collective army of oppressers of the People." What joy! He snorted derisively, scratching at his mild five o'clock shadow. This had just not been his week. He leaned against the seat, trying not to jostle the shoulder of another recruit sitting next to him. For lack of anything better to do but stare out of the window at the passing trees, grass, pastures, and more trees, he hummed absent-mindedly to himself. Better to distract yourself than jinx yourself with anxiety, He thought to himself. He grinned. Least my commie friends didn't hear of my heresy and witch-craft... He chortled to himself, knocking his arm against the recruit next to him. "Oh...uh, sorry, mate. Didn't mean to bump you..." He said in quiet apology, futilely attempting to scoot away from the recruit. He didn't turn to face him...her? Not much room for it. ((Great, except for the part of the Recruit you faced. Only do internal actions. Basically it's like this. Never assume anything. Ever. Otherwise you would have passed! blaugh )) (Outstanding!!! xd Thank you, Commander! Shall I assume that I am allowed to post in the Naval Training area, now? Or is there something else I need to do in this process first before going on?) ((NEVER ASSUME ANYTHING! scream Never Assume = makes an a** out of U and Me.But yes. As long as you know not to control other people's actions. 3nodding )) (Derp. Of course sir. I shall do so right away. Thank you again for admitting me to this guild! xd )
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