jdor11

you can alway's try your best! do as best as you can, i won't (and kinda can't anyway) judge you for it.

Striker had built other things before. Not just weapons, his house for example. Before he had his house he lived inside of a small tree, learning the skills to build the house out of necessity. He had also built weapons such as crude smoke bombs, the occasional throwing stars, and a real automatic gun (admittedly, it broke after three shots). Striker took out his blowdart gun and the scope that came with it, and after putting everything together he took out the ammo, nails dipped in a sleeping potion Zecora had given him.

Enough about the drinking! we all drink at different time period's anyway, so doesn't matter!

He was standing on a hill on the very outskirts of the town, but from his point of view the town was in shambles. Rubble was everywhere and NLR soldiers were patrolling the town premises. Striker took out some binoculars' and looked around the town for Pinkie Pie. There she is!... but it's too heavily guarded around her for me to get to her. Well, now I know why I brought this.Striker took out a special gun he had invented after Zecora showed him the weapons her tribe used: blowdarts. Striker built his own blow dart before, and gaining skill he realized that the only thing he would need to make it shoot father was pressure, so after tinkering with the blow dart, he finally created a blow dart that shot darts using pressure from a bottle. And the best part, thought Striker, is that I can put any type of ammunition in it and it will still works!

post-it note's?

i thought the point of the RP would be that there are two opposing side's with different goals, but as a whole they have the right goal

Striker was walking back through the Everfree Forest. His wounds were not completely healed yet, so they slowed him down. He was on his way to Ponyville, since a few rumors stated that Pinkie Pie was there. Striker was tired and was ready to collapse, but he still had a job to do and he didn't stop until his job was done. Striker thought about what he was going to do when he got there. Capturing Pinkie Pie would be harder then any other job he had done before, seeing how random and silly the pony could be. But, convincing her to come with him would be a miracle in itself.

Everypony thought it would just be another flight... but... they were wrong. As the plane carried the ponies toward the mild west, something happened! The plane fell out of the sky and crashed in the middle of the Everfree! Now the survivors must find a way to escape the Everfree forest! There are Two Team's, the first team are the survivor's : they are searching for a way to escape the forest, they have the ability to build and gather supplies, they have gun's but they do not have the ability to be stealthy. the second team are the natives they have the simple weapon's like bows and arrows or spears, they have the ability to use stealth to there advantage but there weapon's. RULE'S: No god-modding No Mary jane's If you are killed in game play ( the host will check to see if you died fairly) you are dead and automatically out! you will use turn's if more then two people are talking at once ( the host will send posting order) no insta-kill! no one's aim is perfect! IMPORTANT! All ponies start with 15 HP, if you are in-battle with another pony, every move in the fight will be considered a attack and the host will use dice to see who lost that move, every loss is -1 HP i see that 20 people have seen this so far but no one has joined, is there something i need to change?

i wake up to find that i am two pages behind everyone. this is going to be a long day, i can tell that it is. (God damn limit, why is there even a limit? before you could have posted two characters and it would have been fine!)

if you told me to stop posting to the OOC fine But STOP Quoting what i said before, i am no longer part of this RP so you don't have to respond to me

http://www.topnewstoday.org/i5/6/48/93/img_2593486_620.jpgREALLY? JUST REALLY? you would correct me even though you just kicked me out?!

i actually did spell check for everything i posted, i also checked to make sure there was correct capitalization, and correct use of comma, quotes, Ect.

Striker sat in the middle of the room, a white, lifeless room covered from head to toe in cushions, Striker thought about the different ways he could get out, but realized the straight jacket they put on him would diminish any chance of escape on his own. But maybe... thought Striker. Maybe I can use the help from some pony else... Outside of Striker's room was a guard who stood watch to make sure that Striker did not get out. Striker formulated a plan. He started to run around the room in a insane fashion screaming for help, "HELP GUARD HELP! I'M BLEEDING, DAMN IT!"

"Is it really that hard for you?" Striker said a little surprised, "must be because of you injury's, but i came here for two thing's the first thing... was you... and just so you know i decided to come get you by choice so thank's so much on the warm great." Striker now really pissed but keeping it cool at the moment.

not a bad move vinyl, not a bad move.

"10,000 bit's as a hiring price, and 50,000 bit's every time i get my... target." Striker made sure not to mention the elements of harmony just incase it provoke's somepony, "i would also like to say that if you are thinking about hiring my... special services that you get your men off of me? that way i can actually trust my employer unlike... other's" Striker looked at Nightfall with eye's that could have killed a dragon.

so much for being helpful!

how about you deiced nightfall? make it interesting.

he kinda is, you have to understand what living in the everfree forest can do to a pony.

too late let the general know every doctor if she want's i already posted and it was such a good post too.

"Fine i am Striker, hired gun, and master assassin, i would tell your boy's to not grab so tightly if they want to... live" Striker emphasized the live with a half crazy half sane way, as if everything he did was not just a sane impulse but a crazy murder fest. "I have my order's and i do what the money say's so i am no real threat unless i want to be, hehehe." Striker sounded more and more insane, but somehow it sounded as if he knew exactly what he was doing. "may i ask General... how does it feel to finally be threatened?"

i just posted and my heart sped up due to the tension... weird how these RP's affect me so deeply. relizes what nightfall just did...OH GOD! OH GOD! SOMEONE GET ME A TRASHCAN I DON'T FEEL GOOD!