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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:55 pm
This feeling never leaves you alone...Welcome to the best, most innovative role play in the history of Fallout 3 based role plays. The Raider Pact. So kick back, grab a beer, and learn what it's like to live as a raider. ... You pull the trigger on your own. The Raider Pact - WTRP - R&G - S/A - AP - U&WGOIW - C - R - R - R
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:59 pm
I guess your words mean nothing...What is The Raider Pact?
The Raider Pact (TRP) is a role play that takes place in none other than the Capital Wasteland.
A group of neglected Wastelanders were never so lucky as to make the best out of what they had, or what they were given. Life is a b***h and has always chewed them up and spit them out. They decide to form together and seek revenge and fulfill their never ending bloodlust.
You're either with us or against us. Are you brave enough to follow the Raider Pact? ... So go and prove your loyalty. TRP - What is The Raider Pact? - R&G - S/A - AP - U&WGOIW - C - R - R - R
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:10 am
Head like a hole, black as your soul...Rules & Guidelines Most of these should be self explanatory for all of you, but in case we have someone joining who has never roleplayed before, here we go: - I am the god of this RP. Do not overrule me without permission. - Follow ToS. - No killing other characters without consent of the character you want to kill and my consent. - If you wish to leave, please PM me. - Enjoy TRP! Remember, it is a roleplay about the life of raiders, so feel free to use violence, drug usage, alcohol usage, and other devious raider behavior. ... I'd rather die than give you control. TRP - WTRP - Rules & Guidelines - S/A - AP - U&WGOIW - C - R - R - R
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:20 am
You're full of s**t...Skeletons / Applications [b]I have decided to sign The Raider Pact.[b]
[b]My real name is[/b] (insert username).
[b]I prefer if people call me[/b] (insert character name, what you want people to call you).
[b]I am[/b] (insert age).
[b]My specialties are[/b] (insert what you're good at).
[b]I like[/b] (insert likes).
[b]I hate[/b] (insert dislikes).
[b]I chose to sign the contract because[/b] (insert back story.)
[b]I look like this.[/b] (picture; RCR will mod) Please PM these directly to me, Remote Controlled Rocket. ... You're born to quit. TRP - WTRP - R&G - Skeletons / Applications - AP - U&WGOIW - C - R - R - R
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:25 am
It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing...Accepted Profiles My real name is Remote Controlled Rocket. I prefer if people call me Malachai. I am 27. My specialties are technology and science. I like taking pre-war inventions apart, dissecting irradiated mutants, and inventing. I hate big bulky guns and women. I chose to sign the contract because I grew up in Rivet City with a rich family. One day, a group of people called The Family came and killed my parents, convincing me to become a vampire. I played along until I was 18, at which point I made my grand escape and began to wander around the wasteland on my own. Though I deny even knowing the family, I still have an insatiable urge to taste human flesh and blood. I look like this. My real name is BirdieBeater. I prefer if people call me Maxwell or Max. I am 35. My specialties are Heavy Weaponry and Military Tactics. I like Collecting Large Guns, And Explosives. And Can't get enough of noodles. I hate Wimpy Guns, The Brotherhood of Steel, Salisbury Steak, Sleeping. I chose to sign the contract because I was a top paladin in the BOS based in the capital wasteland until after one botched operation they forced me to become a recruit again. Instead of doing that I murdered my squad leader in a blind rage and escaped the citadel barely with my life. I look like this. ... In me. TRP - WTRP - R&G - S/A - Accepted Profiles - U&WGOIW - C - R - R - R
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:31 am
It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional...Updates & What's Going On In the Wasteland August 2k11There are currently no updates.What's Going On In the Wasteland.There are currently no goings-on.... It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal. TRP - WTRP - S/A - AP - Updates & What's Going On In the Wasteland - C - R - R - R
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:38 am
 Credits.
image taken from photobucket and edited by me
lyrics on each post;
- (TRP) Hospital by The Used
- (WTRP) Sexual Man Chocolate by Attack! Attack!
- (R&G) Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails
- (S/A) Born to Quit by The Used
- (AP) Down With the Sickness by Disturbed
- (U&WGOIW) Camisado by Panic at the Disco
TRP - WTRP - S/A - AP - U&WGOIW - Credits - R - R - R
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:39 am
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:40 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:41 am
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Remote Controlled Rocket Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 1:00 pm
there's blood on my handsMalachai sat there, hidden in the darkness and smog of the Wastes, his PipBoy wearing a sore on his wrist. He pulled out the knife that was holstered on his side and fumbled with it, trying to take off the device. He slide the blade under the straps that held it on ans tried to cute through; it was useless. Malachai held the blade up, barely making out his reflection in the dull blade. Some rust began to form around the handle... Or maybe it was just dried blood. He shrugged and sliced his thumb from the nail all the way to his palm. The thick, crimson fluid began to seep out and he pressed it against his lips, sucking it. His blood was rich and metallic. His eyes rolled back as he enjoyed the delicious satisfaction - that rush he got every time he tasted human blood. like the blood in you
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