So essentially copied this off other websites...who cares...
We need to show aspiring memebers that we are more than just politics.
I got an idea we can try.
Roleplay!
Yeah...it sounds stupid...but lets at least try this. I'll turn this board into a big RP if I have to.
Rules and such.
-No godmoding (taking over a board)
-No Powerplaying (Auto hits, auto dodge)
-I don't think we'll have this problem but NO despies! I despise them!!!
-All posts are in 3rd person view. No 'I', except in dialogue.
-That is all I can think of...

A middle aged man sits bored at a desk. His eyes are covered ny opaque lab goggles. He wore a cream labcoat with the name pin 'Wren' upon it. He had a small fu-man-chu and his deep black hair was in a constant mess. He sighed to himself. "Madman." he scoffed to himself. He was completely normal, except his left middle finger was a distorted claw that would occasionally drip a viscerous green fluid.

((And this is how it works...))

Guess your idea has it merits, but I normally find on most forums that the RP section is normally underused, I personally would like a RP section here but you'd then atleast need character profiles somewhere, or it would become a real pain constantly asking someone "Who are you again?". Also I normally find such forums to be cluttered and confusing (perhaps it's just me?)

Oh and hi everyone, I haven't been here in a while so guess the newer member wouldn't know me but still HI

Yes! Perhaps we can make this just a place for our char. bios...
Thank you Kore...you may be a right wing nut job...but you got brains. I respect you more now.
*bows*

PS- And Cliff...I kinda saw 9+ pages of RP on another website.

((Well...what do YOU do?
Your char is you. There is no wrong or right way to start off. An the reason I use parenthesis is because I want to separate this from my char...))

Wren looks the papers over. Without another word he throws them through the shredder. "You know the USP does not deal in the affairs of USCM and that is final." he said, his voice was thick and eccenrtic.

((See? I made my char. dislike the USCM. Wren can be lenient to the other factions but hates USCM scum.))

((Now...here is where things get tricky...))

Wren notices Kores hand go straight for the gun. He shook his head and let his left hand rest in plain sight. The grizzly, middle finger claw was clearly shown, making its own puddle of liquid on the desk. "My draw is faster than yours I bet." he said standing up. HE threw the arms so it pointing at Kore. In half an instand the vile green fluid shot out, headed straight for the marine.

((OK...since this si just a trial I'm gonna allow infinite time elapse. Here is how it works.
-The maker sets an alloted time for dodge posts. If the time limit is expired, the attack suceeds. Here is where GMing comes in. You have a broken back....no fancy movements.
Bien?))

Wren laughs, a hideous, raspy cackle.
"Now now now. Would that be a good idea?" he asked, knowing the immediate response. "If you do not remember I have just about every favorable rtait in me. Not to mention I am part xenomorph." he hissed. His unseen eyes brightened at his mocking. "I bet I can shoot your round out of midair!" he taunted.

He moved swiftly, his entire body spinning and rotating around every bullet.
But he was too slow for one. A round smacked into his side. Wren grunted in pain as he felt the bullet enter his body. The wound seped a neon red substance, that seemed to lightly corrode the ground he was standing upon.
"How dare you!" he screamed, his claw twitching. He raised it again, this time, firing off a thick brown goo.

((Here, I'll post again...))

He smiled. He knew that the poison would soon eat away through the clothing and when that happens...
Wren laughed hysterically.
Red fester. It would create a large blister on the baer skin, and then...explode. "Too bad it is contagious." he thought.

((GtG
till tomorrow))

((MOAB try to be a bit more descriptive. What is he wearing, what color are his eyes etc.))

Assesing the situation quickly and deciding that it was impossible to attack a practically invisble enemy the young begins to rise to his feet a little unsteadily. He notices the guy slumped behind the table, "Just who the hell are you people.... and what do you want from the doc?"

Wren asses the problem. Two troops, one worthless civilain and him. He quickly pulls out what seems to be a detonator trigger to some obsure grenade.
"One more move," he began to say, his berath came deep and concentrated. "And I release Chariot 262." he said. His eyes glinted deadly intelligence.
Chariot 262 was the latest in virologoc and biogenetic experements.

((BIG typo...Assesses....
I feel stupid...))

He laughed at the girls smart remark. He gets on the comm port. "Bring in two of my...kainde du'rago." he said with a large smile.
Almost instantly two xenomorphs came in, both garbed in Yautja armor. They wore intimidating masks and a few other devices she was wearing. "Meet one part of my army." he said, completely off topic. "So, what do you want..."

He laughed at the girls smart remark. He gets on the comm port. "Bring in two of my...kainde du'rago." he said with a large smile.
Almost instantly two xenomorphs came in, both garbed in Yautja armor. They wore intimidating masks and a few other devices she was wearing. "Meet one part of my army." he said, completely off topic. "So, what do you want..."

Wren laughed again, the two armored drones staring at him.
"Yes," he said, his face held a broad smile. "Too bad they rebelled against their programming" he said.
"You know, they were supposed to be super soldiers. The ultimate piece in the completion of my army. But sadly," he sighed, "They had gone against direct orders."

He looked he over through the goggles.
"Yes I made them. A new viral strain that needs no air, no food, no atmoshphere to evolve. The zerilex strain." he said, almost happilly.
"They were the ultimate super soldier, but they needed one thing...a host body to evolve for them."

Wren lifted his shirt, showing just a simple scar. "Nothing personal." he mimiced.
Just for kicks he flipped the switch on the detonators. Two doors opened with the whine of klaxons, showing the two, otherworldly beings on the other side.
"Meet Heriophant 845 and Chariot 262." he said with a smile.

((I won't explain them till later. just to keep tensions up.

To all you 'lurkers ther...It's never too late to join...))

Wren recoiled in pain as the wound burst open yet again. He growled and mumbled to himself. "God cursed genes! Can't stay stable for less than five seconds!"
He looked at the two. "Them? The brainless cyborgs? They are the...how do you say...bread and butter of my army. I used to have real ones...but cyborgs follow orders better." he said, dismissing the two with a wave.
"But if you mean thesse two." he said gesturing to Chariot and Heriophant. "They are bred and borne to kill."

He looked at her, almost angrilly. "That mess was supposed to be nuked from high orbit over Braxis. But this rathole is too populated with people."
Heriophant was the first to join in. It as reptillian, with a jutting jaw. It had a large chest that would occasionally open, showing a beating heart. It seemed to have what would be remotely called an exoskeleton It weilded a large tridednt and would hiss at random intervals.