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[DIGITAL_DOJO]
[b][u]Before reading further, something you should know:[/u][/b]
[spoiler]This is an RP thread. If you don't like that kind of thing, than I suggest you hit the back tab now.[/spoiler]
Welcome to the [DIGITAL_DOJO], a safe haven for warriors of any kind. Here, all are welcome to train for whatever purpose they may have, whether it be a war, or for personal improvement. You may bring weapons, or buy them here, as we can provide for the unarmed.
OUR POLICY:
The dojo will remain neutral to all other groups, and anyone is welcome to train. This also means we will not interfere with other battles, nor will we start one ourselves. There is one exception however, it is the sovereignty. We have declared war on them, and we will grill their corpses...
If you wish to truly join us, you must go through testing by me or by designated personnel. If not, you do not have permission to take up permanent residence.
This place is centered around fighting. This includes a multitude of different fighting techniques, ranging from bladed weaponry, ranged, magical, to even firearms. We have specialists for each, and we also carry some forms of each in stock.
Another important notice to everyone: do not add or make adjustments to the dojo without asking me first. This includes relations with other groups, buildings, particularly dangerous equipment, and new members.
NEWS:
[spoiler]
WE'VE HIT 50,000!! DON'T SHUT US DOWN NOW![/spoiler]
IMPORTANT THINGS TO NOTE:
[spoiler]I'm not always going to be here! If I don't respond, look for one of the Lieutenants.[/spoiler]
[b]RULES[/b]
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1-the dojo will remain neutral under any and every circumstance, with one exception (see rule 6). All members are required to follow this rule.
2-Any member attempting to take another members life without consent or approval from either the person in question or me will be removed. This becomes effective immediately.
3-Godmodding will grant you a removal from the dojo.
4-lieutenants will now be selected based on merit, not time spent. It is still a factor, but not the main reason for selection.
5-Remember that you cannot win every fight. Try to win if you can, but if you are put up against impossible odds, do not resort to godmodding
6-Anyone and everyone of the sovereignty is our enemy. Kill them and bring their corpses back to the dojo for grilling
7-Ookshmook383141 is not permitted to participate due to constant harassment. No one is permitted to allow him entry.
General RP rules will be discussed in the group[/spoiler]
[b]For those that don't know what this thread is about, this is an RP thread. Which means you can leave if you were here for something else.[/b]
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[b]And yes, we still exist.[/b]
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52 Replies[b][i]War Machine[/i][/b] [b]Dojo Gates[/b] [i]This had been his first stop on the road across multiple dimensions and various universes. He had fought the Lennies twice, he had seen the likes of Salazar, the rise and fall of June Bellicose and Cobalt Phoenix, the Dojo invaded itself. He had seen the crazy parties, where AC/DC and Motörhead had played live, when everyone had been blasted out of their minds. It had been quite some time since then... He had become something else. No longer a simple mercenary, no longer in command of Edgewater, he was of the most notorious men alive. They knew him as the Courier, the God Damn Mailman, the cold-blooded killer, the sociopathic behemoth. Finally, he had made his return, he had heard things from some of his more recent targets. Stories of newbies, oldies, and the Dojo. Alex Wilson stood for a moment, smiling beneath his X-01 MKVI helmet, its eyes glowing an orangish-red, his T-60F armor sparking with the energy of his Tesla shielding. The armor was painted gunmetal grey, but blood was splattered across his helmet, and a phoenix had been etched into the right side of his armor's chest-plate. Atop his right shoulder, an M2HB .50 caliber machine gun, atop his left, the skull of an alpha male deathclaw. Two bandoliers crossed his chest, belts of .50 BMG rounds. A gunbelt crossed his waist, and two S&W Model 500 magnums sat at his hips. A boot knife could be seen strapped to his leg, and a thin port was visible at the top of his right gauntlet. On his back, a cloak, the Old World flag, tattered and torn, blowing in the breeze, occasionally exposing his MG3 and his Remington 870MCS pistol-grip.[/i] [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
