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Edited by DigitalNinja:
8/4/2016 7:46:02 PM
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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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23 RepliesEdited by Cazberry Pie: 8/19/2016 2:19:27 PM[i][u]Setting:[/u][/i] Agitato, Binard City [i][u]Time:[/u][/i] 00:34 [i][u]Title:[/u][/i] The Unfairness of Life [b][i]A child. Around age 13. Midnight, in the poor, dilapidated, and dangerous part of Binard City. Agitato. The child had long, dirty brown hair, and blue eyes that held so much pain. Suffering, and loss, in those young eyes. He wore the ragged, loose, and dirty clothes of the homeless. A torn up and loose beige shirt, and too small gray sweatpants that had large rips in various places. His once handsome face was cut, bruised, and dirty, with grease and oil covering every inch of his skin. A worried look etched on his face, and as he ran through the alleyways of Agitato, a brown and torn up sack over his shoulder, he kept looking behind his back. It seemed as though he was being chased, and he intended not to be caught. All the boy wanted was some food. It didn't matter where he got it from. He only wanted to live! To survive the pain and the reality of life. To keep ahead of the memories, of horror, death, and torture. About 20 yards behind the boy were three men. Each of the men had the same look to the boy. Long, messy brown hair, and blue eyes. The youngest was about 19, the second was 21, and the last was 25. They wore the same, torn up, dirty, and ragged clothes the boy wore, and they were chasing him. Why? Because he stole the food they had been saving up for a full 4 months now. It took them 4 months of begging passerby, hard labor, and preservation to earn that food. They needed a good meal, to distract them from the true, reality of life. The pain, the loss, and the horror. The absolute unfairness of it all. How they each had perfect grades in school, but life held them back. Shoved them into the ground.[/i][/b][spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]
