Separate names with a comma.
Back in the make-shift office/interrogation room, a shadow figure uncloaked as the last mercenary left. "I'm sorry, Pauling..." the snake hissed,...
Finn chuckled, walking to the Demoman safe. "C'Mon... Big money, big money..." he mumbled. Once the door opened, the Demoman let out a gasp....
Finn leapt onto the teleporter soon after, yelling "I. Am. The Demomaaaaaaan!" as the machine consumed him in a blaze of sparks. He was soon spat...
It isn't so much of a RED vs BLU thing, it's more so RED vs YLO vs GRN vs PRPL etc.. Lots of teams, lots of fortresses, but same classes and...
"Uh... Right. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to RED team. You all got your letters, so I'll skip the intro. Take the thiiis teleporter..." Miss...
"You'll have to follow on foot. My friends here ain't strong enough for normal folks." Mack said, climbing into the cart. Upon inspection, it was...
"...And ah'm gonna [CLASSIFIED] ya until you're just a [CLASSIFIED] [CLASSIFIED] and then ah'm gonna [CLASSIFIED] [CLASSIFIED]!" Finn DeGroot...
Either one works. Though, in RP, ya'll don't actually know each other yet.
Here's the OOC for the TF2 RP. Try not to use OOC in the RP. I'll probably just use this to yell at you. Sheets:...
Miss Pauling sat alone in the dusty, dark basement, waiting for her new mercenaries to be thrown down the stairs. Though a few of them were...
Alright. This is a good number of people. Sign ups will be closed, but if anyone else wants to join, just let me know, and I might make an...
Sheets goin' up early. It's 1997. Australium has almost run out entirely. 25 years ago, 9 Mann Co. mercenaries defeated 8 other...
It's a long story short. I'll actually have it all down when the sheets go up.
Yes. Maybe. I was actually going to address stuff like that in the sheets page. Long story short, Sniper's okay now, Australium is pretty much...
(Don't worry, I won't forget about the other RPs. Probably.) [A strange envelope has been shoved under your door. You open it, and read it]...
See, the problem with this issue of the confederate flag is that it's waaay too late to really complain. I get the meaning behind the flag, but...
"What cave?" Mack asked, leading a trio of mole rats out of the store. "Ah, help me get these little guys into the reigns. They don't bite. Unless...
"Aah... Thank ya." The dwarf mumbled, searching in the machine for any bottles. Boxcars shrugged. "He knows the way. You'll have to follow his...
"Well, first of all, we need drinks. The pipes around town don't work very well, so you'll have to find somewhere that has bottled crap. You...
"Well, uh, you guys look like such nice folk, so I guess I can cut you a deal. Do some work for me and you guys can split this thing however you...
