Posts by DSQrn

  • CYOF Fanfic RPG - The Game - updates

    OOC: If yer swinging by new berlin drop Dev a line, he´s in the area <img src=smilies/icon_smile_tongue.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Anyhoo turns out this place im at in NY has internet so im able to chime in.

  • CYO Fanfic RPG: SignUp &amp; OOC Discussion

    We could interact but dev is a talented... pychopath. Death could be avoided... Besides bear in mind last time Devy and robby went fistycuffs damien had to step and save rob <img src=smilies/icon_smile_tongue.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> (i;m just trying to get yer goat there buddy) So its not like he cant take care of himself, killing Dev off is a considerable possiblty but i wouldnt get into ghosty **** so it would basicly be the you lose screen. Anyhoo none of that made sense did it? Bah im hyped on coffee before a big trip to the states. that reminds me, im gunna be in the US of A for a week and a bit more maybe so most likely no updates from me

  • CYOF Fanfic RPG - The Game - updates

    OOC: Ok its short but i didnt have a huge amount to work with, those who dont like wonderfully haired homcidal maniacs avert thee eyes. Dev hung in the back of his sisters ship listening to the ongoing battle. “How the hell do ya get bored in a time like this dammit”She yelled at Dev “Set me down on Wayne´s ship” He grumbled “What??” “You heard me!” He yelled “ John F Wayne, i wanna see him die personaly” “F*ck Dev i don´t have time for these games!” He yelled back at him. “Think i care? Well i don´t, now set us down there!” He said walking up to her “Alright bloody hell you idiot, ya wanna get yourself killed... Fine!” In the heat of the ongoing battle the ship easily slid towards a large transport where Wayne was residing. With a clunk the ship landed ontop and Dev slowly opened the hatch. He jumped down into one of the hallways between cargo-holds on the ship. Wayne would be at the back room watching. Dev strode down the hall and kicked down the door to a room. Two guards turned to him, he shot one in the head and turned to the other. The final guard lunged at him, knocking him down. Dev headbutted the man, causing him to lose stamina. The Dev used the time to grab his pistol and pop the man several times the head. He swore as the mans blood dripped all over. Kicking the corpse as he walked over to where Wayne was seated. “Stay back Dev, honestly. You will regret it.” He said coldly. “Oh?” Dev said as he took a huge step forward. “Ooopsies.” Wayne turned to his COM “Fire all guns!” He barked. Dev watched on the view screen as he sisters ship was hit by a barrage of lasers, and in the end exploded into dust. Wayne smiled at Dev in a sick manner. Dev cocked his head. “Was that.... You didnt?” He said slowly. “Indeed, see Dev i may die but you pay the price.” Wayne said with a smirk. Dev started to laugh. “Y-you honestly thought that would stop me?” Wayne´s face went cold with fear. Dev smiled “You should know this by now, i am untouchable” He pointed his pistol at Wayne and gently squeezed the trigger. OOC: Yes you hate me, Yes i set Up dev´s sister for the sole purpose of killing her and yes i will eat breakfast. Anyhoo i do have a bad habit of killing of people... Edited by - DSQrn on 6/23/2005 5:45:09 AM

  • CYO Fanfic RPG: SignUp &amp; OOC Discussion

    Buwahahaha more fodder for Dev to ruin you pathetic lives <img src=smilies/icon_smile_tongue.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Err i mean join up... yes have fun were all a merry and happy family <img src=smilies/icon_smile_big.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>

  • CYOF Fanfic RPG - The Game - updates

    OOC: I WAS going to make this a very blood soaked chapter but the little man on my ceiling said that was a bad idea.... So as the new health food monster says “Cookie´s are a one time thing” over here in Toronto we will miss the cookie monster..... I wonder if they ever make a new matrix they will bust the Oracle for smoking and serving cookies.... sheesh. IC: Dev swirled his ship into a nebula in his typical care-free manner. His current employer requested to meet him there. Considering that Dev had already been paid a fair sum of cash he figured the meeting was safe “But if he is setting up something bad...” Dev mumbled to himself “Hey its me!” He started to get deeper into the nebula a urgent COM message started flashing on his screen. He reached to open the line and knocked a drink the floor, cursing he popped on the COM and snarked “What is it!” His sisters voice came across “Dev you stupid jack-ass, you walking head into a trap!” “A-buh?” Dev said sounding puzzled “Pull your blue haired head from your ass and listen to me Dev, your employer. John F Wayne. Is going to kill you as a publicity stunt for his election. Why? Cus your classified as a terrorist in all house systems... Well if they knew your name.” She said rapidly over the channel. “Ok ok ok, whats the trap and whats my plan of action?” Dev spat back “No Dumb-ass thats our plan of actions. Cut your engines and wait for my goal, they have you covered completely but there waiting for your move. I´ll my forces in with me and we´ll get to you and pull you out.” She retorted “No no no no no no no no.... NO! You are not getting your ass busted over my ****!” Dev yelled sounding worried and pissed off at the same time. His sister sighed deeply “What kind of sister would i be if i didn´t pull my brother out of ****. Me and my forces are coming in, sit tight and charge your weapons.” “Jesus this is gunna be bloody boring” Dev mumbled grumpily. * * * John F Wayne grinned as he leaned back is his comfy chair on his luxury transport. The trap was set and soon the people would demand that he would be Chancellor of Rhienland. All he had to do is find a way to make it look like the young boy, Dev worked for mason. “Sir” a Soldier said to him “The ships are in position but Dev isn´t moving. Also we read Merc ships coming down fast on us. There here for Dev for one reason or other and there on us. Orders?” “Move in on the kill, finish him....” Wayne spat. * * * Ricky Ner´til was a freelance pilot. Not a amazing one but he did his job. He currently was flying into a huge battle under the command of a 25 something girl named Sil´ia´ev. Around the freelance tables she was called Sil, she never was the front of the news but she did have a small crime empire running. “Alright all pilots” Sil´s voice boomed over the massive COM establishment. “Here we go, into the eye of the tiger. Stay strong stay tough. And pray to god now, because god doesn´t listen to prayers from hell.” Ricky watched as 20 Rhienlander elite crafts rushed at there small fleet of fighters, lasers blaring. Suddenly everything went red... Then nothing. * * * Dev sat waiting in his ship when he saw several fighters on the radar rushing at him. He jumped onto the controls and whirled his ship up and shot off right at the fighters. There where 5 of them, fully armed with homing missiles and shield/armor piercing lasers. Dev shot over them and swung down, his computer locked on one. “Come to daddy” He said quietly as he watched the target fighter shoot up at him. He released a mine directly in the path of the fighter. It caused the shields to go down for a brief moment. “Now or never” Dev said with a sigh and fired several missiles. The ship turned to see several missiles rushing at it and in a last ditch effort fired everything at Dev. Dev Pulled the ship in the sharpest turn possible and closed his eyes. His head smacked the controls as his ship was shook with part impact. He realized the other ships had disappeared of the screen and the radar. Dev flew into the area he last saw him and yelped. His ship was hit with a barrage of mines and clutter. His engines flickered offline and he sighed. Cooly drawing the pistol from his holster he pointed it at the hatch of his ship and waited. A few minutes later he heard a clunk and the sound of two hatches locking on. He grinned and held his gun at the hatch. The hatch opened and a young girl dropped down, Dev lowered his blaster. “You bloody idiot...” The girl mumbled. “Fool of a brother” “Sil!” Dev yelped “Thanks for saving my ass, but you got a lot of explaining to do!” “Once we get outa here blue boy. Climb aboard my ship and lets go...” She said with a grin that seemed oddly enough a lot like Dev´s. _______________ i dont suffer fools gladly , in fact i dont suffer them at all

  • CYOF Fanfic RPG - The Game - updates

    OOC: Oh Jeez... I dont think Dev´s hand can take another Knife... hehehe more from me soon. IC<img src=smilies/icon_smile_big.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>ev relaxed back in his chair at a small apartment not far from the new Berlin starport. He took a drag from his cigarette and smiled, the bar shooting had been delightfully fun. He grunted in annoyance as he heard the sound of his portable COM beeping. “Yeah yeah this is Dev... What the hell you want?” He spat into the COM. “Mr.Dev your... Style, as to say has not much changed. I was watching the news. Well done, you´ll find the payment in your account.” “Good good... as i said i do 500,000 for civil jobs. They aint fun and there a lot more.... Well you see, mate. I like some sport....” Dev said into the COM. “Yes understood, your type isn´t as rare as you would think Mr.Dev. Now i want Rhienland to think there is a terrorist group working against them. Once this is solidified in there minds then we will have things set into play to build civil distaste towards the current government, Mason. If he refuses to give up power then of course there could be civil riots and dare i say it anarchy. Now my govermental party would look splendid and would be the optimal choice in this case. Anyhow Mr.Dev, break into a govermental office in charge of the warfare and such. Really paper work and the like, nothing hush hush. And once in i want you to kill everyone.... Oh and do that fire thing”The voice drolled out in a boring monotone. Dev chuckled “Mate all ya had to say is kill these people and burn em. I dont give a F*ck about why or what. I´m in this for the cash. Money equals power, and as a man long ago said power is good” “I look forward to seeing this happen Mr.Dev” the voice said. “I look forward to doing it” Dev said with a huge grin on his face. OOC: As shown there is purpose to These killings, i hope you figured it out, for your sake. And the next chapter should be intersting.... Truly now the storm is on the horizion. Edited by - DSQrn on 5/22/2005 9:25:25 PM

  • CYOF Fanfic RPG - The Game - updates

    Haha when isnt Dev looking for trouble <img src=smilies/icon_smile_big.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> But trust me, i am making it in a way that it does have a releveant purpose.... Bear with me on this one. But all hits are invited, just try your luck on the blue haired bounty hunter <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>

  • CYOF Fanfic RPG - The Game - updates

    OOC: Ok guys it´s been a while so cut me some slack. But Dev´s back and sufficently Wilder then ever! IC: Dev´s ship landed cooly on New Berlin, Rhienland blockades and such had given him a hassle but he always managed to slip through. As his ship gently hit the landing pad he looked back at himself through a reflection in the cockpit window. “Could go for some change....” He mumbled almost as if he didn´t care about what he was saying. The New Berlin bartender was in a bad mood, the blockades had routed many a trader out of new Berlin making it so that he had to let less diserable enter his establishment, that once was considered top notch. Now punks and thugs and crime relaxed in his booth´s as he had to fetch them drinks. One particular man caught his eye and made him nearly spit at his rugged punk look. The bartender was sure the mans attitude could be no better, Dressed in torn jeans,a ragged t-shirt and several holsters with a blue mowhawk to crown it, he was surely one of the worst men to set foot in the bar. Dev looked around in the bar, he saw a man sitting there reading some data pamphlet and he jumped over and sat down. He wrinkled his nose to the smell of vodka gone off. “Hola´s” he said grinning at the man who glanced up from his data pad. “Dev!” he exclaimed “Your hair... It suites you much more!” Dev smiled and cocked his head at the man. “Dont take this personaly but.......” “Your here to kill me?” the man said with a chuckle “Naw, you smell like bad vodka...” Dev retorted with a smirk. “So Dev... What is you want” The man said glancing back at his datapad. “Cant a old friend say hi?” Dev asked smiling “You? No.” The man replied emotionlessly “Maybe someone with a normal job and all... a family and such” “Well then” Dev said slowly “I guess i have to kill you” “What?” the man exclaimed. Dev grabbed him by the hair and smashed his face into a glass the table.the man screamed and clawed at his face and blood dripped from his cut up face. Dev pulled out his gun and pressed it on the mans head and squeezed the trigger. He stood up and pulled out a pair of pistols from his holsters and shot and the bartender in the back. People started running out and Dev shot them as they moved, only a few made it to the door. “Come on!!!” He yelled “Get the bloody police in here! I wanna fight!” He heard sirens and several men ran in and started firing. Dev ducked behind a pillar and smirked. He jumped out anf flew across the room shooting wildly into the mass of scrambling police men. He saw several men fall down clutching there wounds as blood dripped off them. Dev crawled behind the bartenders counter and started hurling drinks at the police, he looked up briefly as lasers flew around him and noted that half the bar was soaking in liqour. Dev grabbed his lighter and light a ciggarette. Then he tossed the smoking cig right at the soaked area. He heard a loud boom and felt the heat ripple across him. Dev smirked, the escape would be fun and worthy of him.

  • Alliance/Co alition war

    Everyone knows canadians would do best in space, cus we dont whine about the cold. But we didnt fancy sirius becuase the yanks wanted us settle near them so they could make fun us.... We just wandered away <img src=smilies/icon_smile_big.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>

  • A simpler time, A simpler day

    So much for leave i had to respond to this... FD i can see what your saying but no, i find the future is where we should be. That doesnt mean we all become cyborg computer nuts, i love going down to cape code (the one place in america i like and was born) and fishing and sailing. But that simplier time is also a time where more died due to worse medicine and surgery techniques. Also car´s were badly designed without extensive computer testing. Sure there are aspects of the future that are bad but the gain can and is much greater. Besides a world without EDM (Code that was for you, i was gunna say techno) would really bite.

  • A leave of absense

    Your a communist, Thats you, me, Loc, Orillion.net. *sigh* what i do lie on my floor and look up at the ceiling. Or a vomit alot, that doesnt help its a effect.. This isnt caused by people i just feel very very terrible. The feeling i have is just so awful. I feel tired, tired of being in this world tired of existence tired of the same life over and over... And i just stop caring... and i start feeling terrible. I´m missing school becuase of it and Boscoe im touched by your concern i really am, i do have a shrink to go to. and i know i cant fix it by sitting here and willing it off... Well this is my last post on TLR for a while.