Posts by DSQrn

  • CYO Fanfic RPG: SignUp & OOC Discussion

    I´m sorry i´ve had alot of marrige equests so i found a way to filter them out. Why is Beer and Pie important to me Smuggler, Smuggler, Smuggler Pie, Two years of "Soon"(TM), a harsh lullaby Ask me a riddle and I reply: "Smuggler, Smuggler, Smuggler Pie" Smuggler, Smuggler, Smuggler Pie, Dancers can´t smuggle and neither can I. Ask me a riddle and I reply: "Smuggler, Smuggler, Smuggler Pie." Smuggler, Smuggler, Smuggler Pie, Why are there Jedi, I don´t know why. Ask me a riddle and I reply: "Smuggler, Smuggler, Smuggler Pie."

  • CYOF Fanfic RPG - The Game - updates

    OOC: Yep im in a writing mood today. IC: Dev sat in the back of a small bar cafe thing. He light up a cigarette and chuckled. “They´ll look back in 50 years and say he killed so many men never got a scratch then a bunch of smoke killed Ol Devvy. Dev mumbled to himself. He noticed a man walking towards him, the man did look very friendly. Dev pulled out his pistol and hid it under the table. The man stood at his table, unmoving not saying a word. “Ye?” Dev grunted “What you want?” The man stood unmoving, without saying anything. Dev pulled his pistol and aimed it right at the mans forehead. “I don´t play games.” Dev said coldly. Everyone in the bar froze and stared at Dev. “Neither do i Mr.Dev.” The man replied without any emotion. “Then give me one good reason for not blowing your head off. If you know my name you know i wont hesitate to do it.” Dev said slowly and hatefully. “Because i have a sniper across the street with his cross-hair aimed directly on you” The man said with a hint of a smile. Dev pulled out a metal cylinder and placed it on the table. “Smoke grenade” He said with a snicker “No sniper in hell will ever shoot through such a haze. Now to f*cking hell with this cloak and dagger sh*t. What do you want.” The man smirked. “No small talk? Down to work, i can do that” He said “I want you out of Rhienland and never to come back.” Dev laughed. “You must be bloody mad, i love this place and i have no real intent to leave. Stop wasting your time.” “I´ll give you one last chance to accept my offer and leave, if you dont my sniper will blow your head off.” The man replied coldly. “Please” Dev said “Smart up.” Andf with that he slammed the smoke grenade down. The smoke rose up evolping everything. Several loud gunshots were heard. When the smoke cleared the patrons of the bar looked around bewildered. A body was slumped in at the table. The sniper burst in and looked around. He saw the body and ran up to it, he lifted the head and saw it was the face of his employer. A tingle went down his spine as he felt cold steel press up against his head. The patrons of the bar witnessed another gun shot. The snipers head fell on the table blood dripping everywhere. Dev grabbed a large bottle of vodka from another table and broke it over his former table. He then tossed the cigarette he had been smokign on it. He smiled at the shocked bartender and pulled the fire alarm. “Always good to have one” Dev said loudly as he left the bar. Dev walked up to a public phone and dialed in a number. “Aye?” A voice shouted over the phone. “Boris shut the hell up and listen.” Dev grunted. “Men came after me, not novice F*ck ups. Proffessinals.” “And?” Boris grunted back at Dev´s “Yeah yeah. They wanted me to leave Rhienland” Dev replied “Find out who they are, i cant deal with this and do a job.” Summery: Dev finds out someone doesnt like his prescense in Rhienland, knowing what he´s dont it could be a lot of people.

  • CYOF Fanfic RPG - The Game - updates

    OOC: Here we go, hope this works IC: “...and leaving hundreds killed, the strange battle still not solved. Now going to sports” The TV boomed out across the New Berlin star-port bar. Dev was seated on a stool up front sipping Rhienlander wheat beer. He always chuckled when he made the news. Of course this time it was less then funny, he had lost everything but his pistol and sword in the attack. The fact was, he needed cash badly. Dev sighed and pulled out his laptop. Checking the bounty list a familiar name caught his eye. “Amy something or other i remember you...” Dev mumbled quietly. Checking the roster list for those who were on the job his eyes went wide. Only one other person had decided to make a dead easy 10 million, and it was someone Dev knew. Jacob Todd, he considered the name generic and dull. But it so happened that Jacob was a patron of a s****y New Berlin club and did most of his tracking there. If any place Jacob would be there. Dev stepped out onto the street and light a cigarette. The rain poured down and whipped around him. Six years ago when he entered a cab to meet this man he was told he wouldn´t leave the cab alive. Until three years ago he didn´t, Police assumed he was dead. So did Jacob. The cold bite at him, he needed a ride. Turning the the street, Dev raised a hand to hail a cab. One stopped by and Dev hopped in and grunted “Doppeldiamanten club. Now” * * * Dev stood outside Rhienlands fanciest club. He threw his pistol to the side of himself, the club had automatic blast targeting turrets. Meaning if you fired a shot lasers would blare down on you. Simply death would be assured if you ran in like a arse shooting wildly. Luckily Dev has his trust-worthy sword, he enjoyed it more anyhow. Cold steal biting into flesh and spewing blood was more to his taste. The crunch as metal met bone and the pain it caused. He strode into the club and walked up the elevator. A guard glance at him and grumbled “Move along, kid” Dev smirked and said “Tell Jacob up there this ´Red curtain.´ “ Try this on for size: "The guard raised a eyebrow at him and shrugged. Picking up his radio he grunted the message into it. Suddenly, an unexpected chill ran down his spine and the guard looked at Dev. A sword point hovered 2 inches from his eye. Dev gave it a little push and watched blood mingle with tears. Humming a tune he hopped on the elevator and pressed up. He twirled his sword in front of him, two more guards should be it, Dev guessed. Generally bounty hunters don´t have tons of guards. The door opened and Dev jumped out, as expected there was a guard with a sword drawn against the well beside the elevator. Dev Swung his fist into the mans crotch, as he went down Dev sliced the mans stomach open quickly. The second guard had been stunned by the suddenness of it, but now rushed at Dev. He quickly dropped down onto one knee and slashed his blade across the man´s shins. The scream nearly shattered Dev´s ears. He brought his blade up and through the mans crotch striking at the lower torso. Standing up, Dev watched the guard fall to the floor. It is done. He thought. Now for my revenge. He noticed a man was watching, waiting, at the far end of the room. “My my. You were but a whelp, fourteen or fifteen, when i last saw you. “ He said with a chuckle “Now your killing men like a pro” “Its not that i am mad at you for humiliating me when i was young, its not that i´m mad at you for killing my friends and taking our money our food and everything, It really isn´t. “ Dev said coldly “Its that you took a bounty i want” “The dumb girl does not deserve to die at the hands of a filthy sadist such as yourself.” Jacob retorted “Shut up and die” Dev spat as he lunged at Jacob. The clash of steel rang it both of the men´s ears. Metal hit metal as the two would be titans clashed. Dev swung his blade overhead to bring it down on Jacob´s. Jacob, of course, caught this in a upper block. Dev pushed down with all his might, his strength overpowered Jacob until jacob lay on the ground trying to fend of Dev. Dev made his move and sliced off Jacob´s sword hand. The mans frightened eyes turned to Dev “Mercy... Please...” Jacob said choking with tears of fear. “I didn´t see any of the poor unworthy lower-class get any mercy” Dev spat as he raised his blade and plunged the cold steal into Jacobs chest. Jacob gasped and blood bubbled through his wound, his eyes glazed over and he went quiet. Dev´s competition was gone, the game was his. Summery: Dev eliminates the other bounty hunter gunning for Amy. He is now officaly hunting amy. OOC: Thanks code for helping me patch up the chap as best as i can.

  • CYO Fanfic RPG: SignUp & OOC Discussion

    Ah i love being me, if i could clone me i would hug me <img src=smilies/icon_smile_tongue.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> I was just messing with you, but heres some real advice to head. Mess with the hair, and you best kiss yourself good bye (Dev´s hair that is)

  • CYO Fanfic RPG: SignUp &amp; OOC Discussion

    M´dear friend once again are you mistaken Myth aint got diddly to do with it, as for readjusting my perspective. it basicly means hmm how would person type a do action type b. i can do that on my ass or when im half asleep, relevant human contact spices it up a lil. Myth arent related in the least.

  • CYO Fanfic RPG: SignUp &amp; OOC Discussion

    Pshaw i say Pshaw. Not everything has to have a deep meaning and all that mess. Quite simply there is something and someone enjoys it. Someone may ask why do they enjoy it, but that is annoying. It leads to the reason is x, but why do they enjoy x? Well y of course, but why y (pardon the pun)? And so on and so forth. I do not relate myself to Dev, i am not Dev he is very little of me. He likes dyed hair and he causes trouble, thats about it. The reason i do this? I enjoy being someone else. Why? Well i´ll put that simply, possibility to explore and readjust my perspective. There you have it, simple pure and closed to the end.