An RP set... IN MODERN TIMES? HMM?

[Renegade_Turner]

Realisation? It's realization.

Someone type "define:realisation" into Google and get this guy a clue.

(Try saying your post, it's a bit of a tongue twister :U)

I'm sure you can manage, you're a big boy now.

[Ragdollmaster]

Realisation? It's realization.

Someone type "define:realisation" into Google and get this guy a clue.

(Try saying your post, it's a bit of a tongue twister :U)

I'm sure you can manage, you're a big boy now.

No problem. http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&defl ... n&ct=title

Also, typing "define realisation" instead of "define realization" brings up only about half the results. Two times as many people use the correct definition- majority rules =P





Torrin sighed. There were 3 exos on the back of the truck with them, unarmed because they could win a brawl with their hands behind their back, not the other way around. He felt confident he could knock one, maybe two, off with a well placed scissor kick, but they'd probably roll off the semi then charge right back up to it. It was too risky to attempt anything. Jack's cell suddenly vibrated again. "Think Kit will take a hint and help us out here?" Torrin asked. Touran responded, "Not many people could help us in this situation, nor would they know that we were in it- how could they? We can't answer that phone, ergo, they can't trace our location." Jack gave a grunt. "It's the truth, Torrin. We don't have much to hope for. We jump off, we get a few bruises and get about 3 feet before the exos get to use- assuming a Titan doesn't riddle us full of holes first. No, our best odds will be wherever they're taking us." "That's what the Jews said in 40's Poland, Jack." retorted Torrin. "You're unusually argumentative today... Torrin I know keeps his cool and rationalizes. Remembering Nazism helps us how, exactly?" Torrin bared his teeth as a response and gave a growl. But Jack was right. There was something odd about the whole situation, about the odd weather- he couldn't put his finger on it though.

[BunnyWithStick]

Since the USA is Hell, the USA spells it as "Realization" and Hell is where bad people go when they die, according to Christians, there's gonna be a hell of a lot of folks in there spelling it that way. (No pun intended)

Unless Hell is somewhere else entirely, in which case there's just a lot of people there who spell stupidly.

Yes, pointless arguments are fun. But pointless.

[Grayswandir]

Hell is where your heart is.
Eat right, exercise daily, you know, shut the fuck up.

[Renegade_Turner]

No problem. http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&defl ... n&ct=title

Also, typing "define realisation" instead of "define realization" brings up only about half the results. Two times as many people use the correct definition- majority rules =P

Ahh, so it appears you missed...

"Alternative spelling of realization
en.wiktionary.org/wiki/realisation"

How about that! "Realisation" is the UK/Ireland/Australia/New Zealand/South Africa etc. etc. etc. way of spelling the word. "Realization" is the US spelling.

So there's probably dozens and dozens of countries that spell it "realisation", i.e. the original way of spelling it. Majority rules, huh?

I really didn't think there'd be much of a problem once I directed you to a source that would prove it's also spelled "realisation", but apparently you're still struggling with the English language, as you were unable to comprehend such a source.

Realise and Realisation are old English terms still apparently used by many English/British* people. The modern way is Realize with a z/zed instead of an s. It's like saying "Ye ought naught dread arachnoid creatures." instead of saying "You shouldn't be afraid of spiders."

*And Australians. F**kin' kangaroos...

Now back on topic.

Completely incorrect. UK Spelling =/= Old English. You may want to research things for more than 5 seconds before trying to assert something as fact.

After all that has passed, still American ignorance of any culture outside their own 50 states continues. It's a shame, I heard they were undergoing a "change".

[Glabbit]

Argh, spelling...

And I've also noticed that this damned computer of mine, even when set to 'British' (which isn't even an actual word in English, by the way) quite sincerely states that 'to realise' should be with a z, and 'colour' should be with no u.

I find this highly distressing.

[Blorx]

Since the USA is Hell, the USA spells it as "Realization" and Hell is where bad people go when they die, according to Christians, there's gonna be a hell of a lot of folks in there spelling it that way. (No pun intended)

Unless Hell is somewhere else entirely, in which case there's just a lot of people there who spell stupidly.

Yes, pointless arguments are fun. But pointless.

correction
the USA is Life
Mexico is Hell
which means that the only place that can be Heaven is Canada
haha
unfortunately Heaven's the only one taking newcomers as of right now
Life is overpopulated b/c of recent developments in teenage pregnancy
and after Sammy Hagar got to Hell, they decided that one was enough
after all, he did take all their tequila
;D

[Lotus Wolf]

can we just keep RPing?

The semi hit a hard bump, then rolled on through a large tunnel. Jack began measuring the distance with his eyes, thirty feet between the overhead lights, and they had passed nearly 35 of them. Jack continued to count quietly, and Torrin noticed. "Keep good track, Jack, we might need a rough map soon." He said. Jack nodded, still counting and watching for landmarks. The truck was still in the tunnel when jack reached 135 in the count. They turned right, at a 45 degree angle, and continued on. Jack saw a broken light, and marked it as a landmark he should remember. They turned slightly, as the road forked in three directions, then began traveling downward, at a thirty degree angle. "How far have we come?" Torrin asked. jack was on 220 now. "We've been in this tunnel for a little over a mile." Jack replied. The truck began to slow down, and then stopped. "Are we there yet?" Touran asked. Then they felt the floor begin to lower. Jack continued counting the thirty feet between lights. They went down for about 120 feet, then the truck began moving forward again, entering a large room. "Two miles." Jack said so that only Torrin could hear. "Can we run that far without being captured?" "Probably not, we'll need a vehicle." Torrin said, still being quiet. "Out!" an exo yelled at them, and began roughly shoving them out of the semi.

[Ragdollmaster]

"Armor or not, I could rip your head off in a heartbeat, pitiful human!" Torrin snapped as the Exo tried pushing him off and instead fell back onto the side of the truck. A Titan moved forward and hurled an arm into Torrin, knocking him a good 5 feet into the air and sending him soaring onto the ground. "Get up, get up!" somebody said. There were more Exos arriving on scene, heavily armed. Their armors were VX3s, a superior advancement over standard VX2 (armor used by current Exos. VX1 was the prototype). The three were shoved into a small elevator that took them down below sea level at an alarming rate. It stopped in a metal corridor and a creature stepped out of a door close by. "We'll take them, General." it said in a distorted voice. The creature was humanoid but slightly taller, much more muscular, and it had 6 golden eyes. It could have done hordes of damage unarmed but in the crooks of its arms a rifle was resting. It had several lights along the sides of the barrel and wires connecting from a stock to a magazine clip and the barrel. Beside it, 2 more creatures with similar appearances were pressed up against a wall. "Hope I don't see those rifles in action..." Torrin muttered. The door of the elevator closed as the three were taken down the corridor into a small room. "Get in and stay there." growled one the creatures as it shut the door. The room was made of a dark grayish metal and the only opening was a small ventilation shaft that was too narrow for anyone to squeeze through. "Just great," sighed Touran. "I follow you guys around and this happens." "No one told you to stalk us." Jack said. Torrin was sitting up against a wall and thinking when the door opened. A human walked in with an object that looked like a wrench, flanked by two of the guards. "Your restraints are being removed to prevent muscle degeneration and decrease inconveniences for us. Be warned, any one of our soldiers could kill you in a hand-to-hand brawl. There are hordes of us and we're all heavily armed. Don't get any smart ideas." the human said as he moved forward. He would stick the wrench into the back of their restraints and twist it several different times in different directions before they heard electricity crackling and felt the restraints falling off.

~Minutes Later~

"Well, there's no direct path out." Jack muttered. They had searched them before they were taken prisoner and the phone hadn't been found, but underground there was no reception. "Ventilation shaft is way too small. That technician was right, sadly- we can't get out with brute force." "So we don't." Torrin said. "We wait." Out of the few objects he had been able to keep, he took out a small pocket knife and flicked the blade out. "What good is that?" Jack asked. The blade was about 4 inches long. Torrin started sharping his claws with it. "You never know when that primordial urge might kick in," he replied.

[Lotus Wolf]

"He's a great one for the fury." Jack said. Jack checked once more to see if the phone might get a hint of reception, yet there was nothing. there was a small table fixed to the wall in the farthest corner of the room. Jack moved over to it and began placing everything he had been able to keep on it; his DS Wave generator and applier, a few Allen wrenches for weapon maintenance, a small fixed-blade knife with a finger hole at the top of the grip, a calculator, the phone, a lighter, and a granola bar. "Not much..." Jack said. Torrin moved over and began placing more items on the table, while Jack began using his DS Wave kit. Torrin had; the pocket knife (same length as the fixed blade), a book of matches, a small bottle of whiskey, some cloth and string, and a couple of lock picks. "Still not much..." Jack said, nearly finished with the DS waves. "What have you got?" Torrin asked, turning to Touran.

[Grayswandir]

Touran frowns and begins digging around in his pockets. Moving over to the table he began pulling objects out of his pockets and carelessly dumping them on the table. These include: a lighter, four M-14 DMR bullets, two M93R magazines, one 12-gauge shotshell, a folding pocket knife, analog pocket watch, a pen, and a leather bound notebook, and one bent cigarette.
"I'd have more, but most of my equipment is with those guys out there." He said, jerking his thumb towards the cell door. He nabs the cigarette from the table and lights it.

[Renegade_Turner]

[Ragdollmaster]

There was a bang on the door a few minutes later, after they had put all the stuff back. The door opened before any of them could respond, and another creature walked in. This one had a wolfish appearance but was feral formed. It had reptilian skinning and a thick hide that looked like it would shrug off a good few rounds from a rifle. On four legs, it was as tall as Torrin's elbows. Two guards walked in and pointed rifles at Torrin and Jack. "You two are being transferred to separate cells. Move." The wolfish creature growled at Touran. "You will stay here." one of the guards said. "Move!"

~Passage of Time~

Torrin and Jack had been led down about 20 meters further into the hallway where it split into 3 separate hallways. Torrin had been led down one of them and Jack down another. They were put in rooms extremely similar to the old ones- apparently this whole floor was a prison like area. Torrin was thinking to himself as to what he could do to get out. A knife isn't much good against those creatures' natural claws and ridicoulous amounts of strength. Improvisation is the only way to go here- but what to improvise? A few doors down, Jack was having similar thoughts as to what to do. They didn't know the prison was at maximum capacity and that if anyone else came in, they might end up sharing a room.



"Let's go, scum!" An exo was saying floors above the three. A wiry Ocelot was being pushed into the prison, another capture by the exos. Why he was here, he didn't know.

Name: Chris
Species: Ocelot
Age: 22
Appearance: Stands about 5'6", has a compact athletic build. Brown fur.
Equipment-
Heavy: Dragunov SVD Sniper Rifle
Primary: G36
Secondary: Smith & Wesson .45 Colt Anaconda
History: Unknown.


I'll leave it at that o= You guys can figure out, hopefully, what's fixing to happen.

[Lotus Wolf]

Jack heard struggling noises from outside his cell, and when a guard opened the door, and shoved an ocelot in, he knew the prison must be very full. "Don't get comfortable!" the guard said gruffly. "We like to move you around a lot to keep you shook up... and soon it wont be so crowded in here." The guard made a throat slitting gesture and locked the door. "What're you here for?" Jack asked. "No idea, they just took a look at my weapons and then arrested me!" The ocelot said. "They must be gathering mercenaries..." Jack said thoughtfully. He remembered where he and Torrin had been separated, Jack down the left tunnel, Torrin down the right. He would be pressed to fight his way down both hallways. He might be able to sneak through to Torrins cell, but he still had to get out of this cell... and get Torrin out of his cell. "Where you able to keep anything?" Jack asked the ocelot. "Names Chis, by the way, and yes, i kept a few things." Chris emptied his pockets revealing: a 4 inch pocket knife, some random bits of metal, 3 bullets, and a leatherman.

[Ragdollmaster]

Torrin had been in his room preparing for the last 10 minutes or so. He took off the jacket he'd been wearing and let it drop to the floor, followed by his shirt, knowing they wouldn't help with any kind of damage and would just encumber him. His muscles rippled as he held the knife in hand. He let out a low growl from his throat as his left fist clenched and he hurled it against the plating of the door with a series of savage howls. Right and left, he started making huge dents in the side of the door. Pressure built up in the door and then he stopped with the blunt blows- the claws of his left hand sank in a centimeter or two as he sent them in at a stab point. Suddenly the muscles of his right arm convulsed and he gripped the knife tighter. He suddenly moved forward in a roar and impacted the door simultaneously with his body and with the knife, sending his body into overdrive- normally, a muscle would work by contracting or extending dozens of small strands located in the muscle. By making the muscles bigger through work outs, one is able to exert more force because the strands grow and multiply. However, there is the human limitation of only being able to push about half of the muscle strands willfully- fully extending a muscle would grant enormous power, but would only be possible in a life or death situation. For a human. For Torrin, it was a little different as the door went flying off its hinges as he tackled it out. He stood up, his arms aching from the strenuous exertions. "Pretty strong stuff..." he muttered as he slumped against a wall and heaved a few heavy breaths. Suddenly he heard a growl behind him and turned as one of the wolfish creatures stared him down from across the hall. Torrin dropped to feral to size it up- it easily weighed twice as much as he did and his head only came up to its shoulder. He pulled out the knife and chucked it at the creature- it hit the back and bounced off like it had been tossed at metal, and meanwhile, the wolf charged. "Time to give this guy a bit of a physics lesson!" He ran forward to meet the challenged and suddenly, Torrin's hands shot down at the floor and he pole vaulted himself into the air with a powerful front flip, just before he met the wolf. (Let's call the wolf a Wolfe so as not to get it confused with the anthro) The Wolfe was taken by surprise as Torrin sailed across the air with momentum and his feet came down claw first onto the back of the creature's neck. He felt his feet penetrate into the thick hide, but not deep enough, and it seemed that Torrin was the one about to get schooled on physics- his stuck feet sent him into a floppy front dive over the creature, who reared up and gave a double kick to Torrin's chest with its hind feet that sent him flying across the hallway. As he soared down in an arc about to hit the ground, it rammed into him with its head and sent him reeling, again and again. It seemed unstoppable until Torrin ground his feet into the floor and took the next blow with a response of grabbing the beast just under the right shoulder joint- it was lifted up into the air awkwardly, and Torrin gave a roar as he flipped it onto its back and sent a clawed foot into its chest. It gave an ear-piercing howl as blood spilled out onto the floor and the creature ceased moving. He was out of his cell, but that was the exertion that had taken him to kill just a single unarmed guard. And Torrin was in bad shape- his arms felt like they were on fire, his body was bloodied and bruised, and one of his feet had been dislocated in the fight. He limped down the corridor and paused outside Jack's door, suddenly thankful he wouldn't have to bust it down. He hit a single button in the middle of the door and it opened as Jack looked up, along with someone else. "Good God, Torrin!" Jack said in a voice close to a shout. "What the hell happened to you!?" "Urgh... you know that mutt that came into the room to guard Touran?" Jack nodded. "It's dead now, and this is what it had the chance to do before I killed it. These things are virtually unstoppable UNARMED. I doubt our weapons will do way too much to help with these fights, and they're bound to have some advanced gear- you saw those rifles." Torrin stopped speaking as he collapsed to his knees. He hadn't noticed until then that there was an Ocelot in Jack's cell, who now stood. "Torrin, is it? I'm Chris. Looks like I'm with you guys in escaping this hell-hole." Jack moved forward and lifted Torrin to his feet. "Hey, how'd you get out of your cell?" Torrin gestured down the hall where the body of the Wolfe lay with the door close by, battered and abused by Torrin's relentless fury of attacks. "We need to find where they've got our equipment though," Torrin said through deep breaths.