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so quick question, how advanced are my guns allowed to be? I realize this is more fantasy oriented now, but I'd still like my buff dude in pink tutu firing guns and sword

He would've lived in a time before magic was widespread

same world as us in terms of history and culture my concept is a knight in 1575 who was personally assigned to protect a commoner woman who was bestowed Mahou Shoujo status (straight up Sailor Moon magic schoolgirl powers) and gained immortality from one of her stray spells. After she dies and...

we doin good, finally got enough time to work on this proper you mind if i whip out a world similar to ours?

banger, i'm in

wtf yes, but on what

Billiam Billy was not far behind the Earth-slicker Everett. His ride had taken him on the same path, but certainly not with the same quality. Everyone in the group would've heard the louder-than-usual whirring of his robot horse donkey, and also him quietly going 'ow' with every three or four...

Billiam gave his mulehorsething a pat on the snout - the thing wasn't programmed to respond to such stimuli, so it just took it like a... well, robot. Billy ignored this unnatural display of bare-bones programming and carried on with his bravado. "Attaboy, horsie. We're gonna catch us sum'...

Putting his Big Iron back into its rightful holster, Billiam inhaled sharply. It didn't do much considering he had his rebreather on, but he'd gotten used to taking a whiff of the still air following a gunfight - old Martian habits die hard. The man then looked down at his armor and apparel...

Collab with Dragongal Billiam was having a great day, pumping dog-gone no-gooders full of lead with his Big Iron. The only downsides were the parts where he had to reload - that and the parts where the enemy bullets cut through the flimsy wall material and scratch the paint off his body armor...

Billiam had sidled up to the wall after the first shotgun round almost took Salvo's head off (again). A few bullets also flew through the wall near his position, but his instincts told him they wouldn't hit him, and that was good enough. Although the wall's unstable construction did bring a...

Billiam stopped and took a peek from his cover as he finished loading fresh bullets into the Big Iron's revolving magazine. From a distance, it probably looked comical for the enemy sniper, spotting a head with a horn sticking out of it - the sniper must've found it very amusing, because a...

Billiam listened to the sheriff as he rode forward, his right hand resting on his hip the entire time - a benign, naive expression of confidence from afar, concealing the ulterior motive of being quick on the draw with his Big Iron on his back. His mule-horse was dumb enough to obey his...

Ozai Ah, so they have barons here! That was some consolation to Ozai; his readings mentioned other forms of social hierarchies in the rest of the world, and the word 'baron' rung a bell in his head. Perhaps something akin to Lord maybe? It was a very good idea to approach this one in...

Billy took the new badge with unsure hands. The contract didn't mention shiny badges! Did it? He couldn't remember for the life of him - he could only read the essentials well: go with Salvo, kill bad folks, get money. Whatever the deal with the badges was, Billy wasn't gonna just stand there...

Name: E4M-ES (Eames) Age: 14 years since manufacture Role: Scout Rank: N/A Height: 7'2 Weight: 320lbs Orientation: N/A Gender (if applicable): Male programming Pronouns: He/him Appearance: Personality: This unit does not possess a personality - this is evident from the unit's self-diagnosis...

yoooooooooooooooooooo you still got time for one more rp partner? I got some game ideas or original ideas, send me a PM!

Ozai The young lord of Clan Masakuro dwelled on his circumstances as his boat neared Arakei's ports. Far from home, an exiled man, alone. Not exactly stellar conditions. He even left the place in a hurry, too - only the clothes and weapons on him, plus a small pouch of local Torikage coins...

I have a sudden influx of IRL stuff rn, sorry I gotta dip

Billy sat in the corner of the saloon. He had his feet tucked onto another chair, opposite his own, leaning back in blissful relaxation among a crowd of drunkards and gamblers. Wisdom from his time as a security guy taught him that the safest place in a saloon was in a corner, since you could...