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[DIGITAL_DOJO]
[b][u]Before reading further, something you should know:[/u][/b]
[spoiler]This is an RP thread. If you don't like that kind of thing, than I suggest you hit the back tab now.[/spoiler]
Welcome to the [DIGITAL_DOJO], a safe haven for warriors of any kind. Here, all are welcome to train for whatever purpose they may have, whether it be a war, or for personal improvement. You may bring weapons, or buy them here, as we can provide for the unarmed.
OUR POLICY:
The dojo will remain neutral to all other groups, and anyone is welcome to train. This also means we will not interfere with other battles, nor will we start one ourselves. There is one exception however, it is the sovereignty. We have declared war on them, and we will grill their corpses...
If you wish to truly join us, you must go through testing by me or by designated personnel. If not, you do not have permission to take up permanent residence.
This place is centered around fighting. This includes a multitude of different fighting techniques, ranging from bladed weaponry, ranged, magical, to even firearms. We have specialists for each, and we also carry some forms of each in stock.
Another important notice to everyone: do not add or make adjustments to the dojo without asking me first. This includes relations with other groups, buildings, particularly dangerous equipment, and new members.
NEWS:
[spoiler]
WE'VE HIT 50,000!! DON'T SHUT US DOWN NOW![/spoiler]
IMPORTANT THINGS TO NOTE:
[spoiler]I'm not always going to be here! If I don't respond, look for one of the Lieutenants.[/spoiler]
[b]RULES[/b]
[spoiler]
1-the dojo will remain neutral under any and every circumstance, with one exception (see rule 6). All members are required to follow this rule.
2-Any member attempting to take another members life without consent or approval from either the person in question or me will be removed. This becomes effective immediately.
3-Godmodding will grant you a removal from the dojo.
4-lieutenants will now be selected based on merit, not time spent. It is still a factor, but not the main reason for selection.
5-Remember that you cannot win every fight. Try to win if you can, but if you are put up against impossible odds, do not resort to godmodding
6-Anyone and everyone of the sovereignty is our enemy. Kill them and bring their corpses back to the dojo for grilling
7-Ookshmook383141 is not permitted to participate due to constant harassment. No one is permitted to allow him entry.
General RP rules will be discussed in the group[/spoiler]
[b]For those that don't know what this thread is about, this is an RP thread. Which means you can leave if you were here for something else.[/b]
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[b]And yes, we still exist.[/b]
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67 Replies[i]A pair of men simultaneously fought it out in the Dojo, either one showing no signs of relenting. The first was a cowboy. He bore a duster that had a light brown shade to it, which truly brought out the light line of dirt that stains the tattered bottom of the outfit. He had a pair of boots that matched his duster, though the outfit underneath it was strange. The jacket was open, which allowed an emerald green jumpsuit to stand out, the black trimmings making his leather belt seem foreign yet at home on his body. A pair of revolvers lay in the holsters, hidden by the duster. He had a cowboy hat atop his head, which casted a great shadow over his face, only allowing the bottom of his trimmed beard to escape the shade. Either of his hands had a strange colour: Left was silver, right was an onyx black. In his hands though, was a single, stockless, tri-barreled shotgun. The second was far less of a displaced figure in time, and more of... Well, nobody knows for sure. This one had a cloak that rested on his body, though it had the stripes of a tiger on it, making the black-on-orange pattern look beautiful. It reached his feet and the floor, which left a shadow in the centimeters-long gap between ground and cloak. The hood was down and he had no mask, which revealed the icy blue eyes of the man, which seemingly chilled the air, while his fiery red hair cooled it again. There was a black belt of leather that went across his midsection, which tightened the cloak at that one point on his waistline. There was a set of four revolvers, two on either side of his body. One red, one blue, one white, one Ranger Sequoia. On his back was a rifle, one of a strange design, and their was a sniper beside it. Both were Anti-Matter. In either of his hands was a six inch combat knife, both the blades being blackened. Both men seemed calm and confident, though the cowboy seemed like a wildcard in potential combat scenarios. The one with the knives threw the one in his left hand at the cowboy, who proceeded to shoot at the object that came at him, sending the weapon flying back at Hunter (the cloaked man), as a knife can't withstand a 12 gauge slug coated in damned Uranium. Hunter charged the cowboy, JT, and gave a swift slash of the dagger to his throat, but JT caught the hand, and pulled it towards Hunter's stomach before he stabbed him with it. The blade disintegrated due to the Anti-Matter that flowed through his bloodstream. Either man retired to a few feet from each other, and just laughed it off. Training got intense with them. [/i] ((Open))
