Iron Harbinger the Fateless Posted January 30, 2017 Share Posted January 30, 2017 WELL THEN. Today is the day that I, Iron Harbinger the Fateless, start acting like a real Emperor! Conquest! War! Romance! Bloodshed! Abuse of National Funding! War! It is time for the 1st session of... WEST PACIFIC LEADERS FIGHT CLUB! [OOC] RULES: You must be the leader of your nation to fight Fights are moderated by WP delegates or Iron Harbinger the Fateless if he's not fighting The winner is declared after each nation has had 6 turns to RP fight, by rolling two d6 dice each: the nation with the highest number wins. The nation that wins is allowed to write a finishing blow using whatever technology their nation has to offer (drone strike, laser cannon, pack of wolves, etc.) Please play along, nobody likes a godmodder No ballistic guns, you must be clever! Mods have final say! Your national Animal can be your second, and switching out gives you an extra two turns! TIME TO FIGHT! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
North Pacific Spy Posted January 31, 2017 Share Posted January 31, 2017 Nathan Potter-Stykes steps up the podium, adoring fans screaming his name. He removes his glasses, and soaks in the applause. Iron Harbinger the Fateless 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Iron Harbinger the Fateless Posted February 1, 2017 Author Share Posted February 1, 2017 Iron Harbinger swings down from the rafters on a rope, as the spotlights flare up and fireworks explode behind him. "Welcome," he exclaims with vigor into his microphone, "to the West Pacific Leaders Fight Club! Today, our first contestant is Nathan Potter-Stykes of-?" Iron Harbinger lowers himself above the man and holds the microphone just above Nathan's face, looking expectantly downwards. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
North Pacific Spy Posted February 6, 2017 Share Posted February 6, 2017 "Westie" Nathan replied, in a high pitched sound into the microphone. A unpleasant sound emitted from the speakers. The crowd fell silent, bar a single baby, crying near the back. 1 second. 2 seconds. 3 seconds. Then the crowd burst into applause as the four times self awarded medal holder ripped off his coat, revealing his business shirt beneath. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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