[The Murder Game Series] OOC Section

What I feel like after pooping:


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(My little brother.)


Sent from... Eh, why bother?
 
I don't know how long this has been going on but Roleplay 'recruitment' is not the place for Signups or idle chat. This thread will be closed down until all posts have bee moved to their appropriate locations, failing that, this thread will be deleted.
 
SekiryuuteiDxD said:
Couldn't players just @ someone if they're talking to them our does anything concerning them it save a lot of time a confusion.
@Akibahara
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Ooooh, good point. Can you do that for me, plz! >_>
 
 
Oooh, and the spoilers I promised:


SPOILERS. SCROLL FAAAAAR DOWN IF YOU DUN WANNA READ IT:

Please, if you haven't listened to it, download the A Flock of Seagulls song, "I Ran So Far Away". The RP intro is somewhat synced to it. If it sounds familiar to you, it's an '80s song featured in Grand Theft Auto: Vice City. Link here:
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Space.

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A vast network of stars and lone celestial planets to the common man. To us, nothing lives here. For them, a universe in which the newly-christened Galactic Empire reigns supreme. All races, creeds, and governments pay homage to the Emperor and his Apprentice, Darth Vader- rejection results in death. It results in the genocide of a million, perhaps, billions of civvies inhabiting your home world.

It is unwise to challenge the Empire.

For your planet, your galaxy, the multiverse...

IS NOTHING TO THE EMPI-

((A jive '80s guitar solo hums in the distance...))

Hm?

“WOOOOO HOOOOOOOO!”​



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A young 35 year old Caucasian male whooped excitedly from his junker's cockpit, idly dodging a barrage of TIE fighter laser cannons harrowing his ship. A loud, obnoxious tune—at least, according to the Imperial pilots—rang from the Empire's comm-links, transmitting from, as they discovered moments ago, this “Star Lord's” 1980s FM Radio.​



I walked along the avenue...

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A little raccoon man... thing... laughed like a lunatic as he swung his manned turret in a 45 degree angle, firing off a long burst, a super-heated blast detonating one the TIE Fighters in an explosion of bright orange and yellow...​



“That's right baby! Right in the freakin' kisser!”

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I never thought I'd meet a girl like you...

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The remaining four TIE fighters flew into a diamond-shaped formation, their squad leader dead, killed by some damn anthropomorphic raccoon.​



Meet a girl like you.

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An Imperial pilot glared at the junker's rear, an inscription 'The Milano' was shoddily sprawled across in black ink. The junker, or 'The Milano', was sleek and futuristic-looking, but old, even by Rebel Alliance standards, beaten up, and it's blue-yellow-and grey frame riddled with dust.​



With auburn hair and tawny eyes...

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Banking to the right, a TIE fighter swirled elegantly around, adjacent to The Milano, training it's twin-linked ion cannons menacingly toward a nearby engine...​



The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through...

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BOOM!

A powerful shot plowed straight into The Milano's right engine, stalling it in a burst of sparks and debris. Large chunks of metal, wire, and gas pumped out lifelessly into space...

“Quill, we're going down!” Screamed a fair, green-skinned female.​



Hypnotize me through.

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The young male, named Quill, looked out into the depths of space: A massive, moon-sized space station met them. He rolled his eyes in disbelief, “Are you friggin' serious?! C'mon, the Death Star! No way we're going in--”​



And I ran, I ran so far away...

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And ran so far away they did. Quill was cut off, his ship spun out of control, twirling in circles, a stream of fire and smoke trailing their movements, “Hold on!”​



I just ran, I ran all night and day...

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An Imperial pilot grinned, targeting systems locking onto The Milano...

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I couldn't get away.

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… Only to explode in a brilliant flash, the TIE fighter's hull sprayed across the vast emptiness of space.

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The three remaining Imperial pilots glanced back, their NAV systems picking up massive heat signatures radiating in huge swaths of red: A Rebel Alliance Assault Force arrived.
 
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Name: Peter Jason Quill, aka "Star Lord" (Earth 616-MCU)


Homeworld: Earth


Species: Terran/??? (Assuming Adam Warlock as father, due to theories)


All other info can be received at this here link:


http://marvelcinematicuniverse.wikia.com/wiki/Star-Lord


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