Team Fortress 2 RP

[DoctorZettabyte]

Welcome to the TF2 RP!

You wanted it (most of you, anyway), so here it is! As was stated in the interest check, we’re playing on the classic 2Fort flag capture map, with three flag caps to end the RP. So, have at it! The roster is as follows, and will be updated if we have more people who join the RP.

Check back on this OP once in a while for any updates or rule/roster changes! As always, I can almost always be contacted via PM's here, and I frequent our IRC channel, #orgnetwork, late in the evenings, USEast time.


Red Team:
Scout: NPC
Soldier: NPC
Pyro: NPC
Demoman: NPC
Heavy Weapons Guy: kongurous
Engineer: NPC
Medic: DoctorZettabyte
Sniper: IrishDutchman
Spy: Dusty

Blue Team:
Scout: NPC
Soldier: NPC
Pyro: NPC
Demoman: NPC
Heavy Weapons Guy: SolidSamurai
Engineer; NPC
Medic: NPC
Sniper: NPC
Spy: Flametrooper

Also, please post dialogue with your accents, tough as it is, and feel free to tone them up or down as you like. Non-dialogue may be accented as you please and is not mandatory, but, again, dialogue accents are mandatory. The Heavy is from Russia, but the Spy is from Italy/Spain/France. Please act accordingly, too. No god-modding, unless I’m standing behind you. :-P

Try for some comedy here and there. This isn’t one of those “WURGH I’M SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE A FATHER OR MANA WURGH” RP’s. TF2 is built mainly for fun and enjoyment, so please, play the RP and have fun with it! :-)


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Ah yes, yet anuzzer day in ze dezert. I put on my uzual coat for ze day, an’ nod to ze hard-hat waiting outzide ze door. He iz alvays zere, waiting for somezing vif hiz wrench in hand. Ztrange. I zet off to find my ozzer companions, verever zey may be. Zee Scot iz still in bed, hungovver no doubt, from hez drinks. I’ve told ‘eem time and time again, to stop drinking heez viskey and rumz. Ah vell. He’ll do az he pleases.

Zome may zink this job iz unrewading, but I trry not to be all, err, “lovey-dovey”. I zink altruizm iz for fools. I am much more interested in zee inner workings of zee human body. Zee medigun vos originally contracted for use in some “Quake” arrena or somezing. Baht, my prototype failed, and zee lightning gun it zould ‘ave been turned ento zis medigun. Ah vell.

I must alzo get afterr zat spy. I keep finding ‘iz cigarette butts all overr ze place. He really zould stop zmoking. He claims it eez for zee vizual effects, but with zat wistvatch ov his, vie bozzer?

Vell, zet’s zee who I can find firzt today. Zee Yankee iz uzually out and about early. Perhaps I could give eem a boost orr a quieck phyzical beforr vee see some action. I hope to meet up wiz zee heavy veapons specializt, if heez not off eating. Heez usually a goot client.

[SolidSamurai]

OOC: Wiki the HWG (somewhere on TF2 page), there's a particular accent besides 'russian' that goes with him. :P

IC:

"Hey, you guy! Where I go?!"

I am heavy weapons guy. That all that I tell you, observer. I's waiting for plans of buddies, and hope that they is having plan that work this time around, eh?

Ah yes, and if you is wondering, I was shouting to scout. Scout always hav'is plans. But I cannot follow scout, because he is too damning fast! So useless is scout sometimes...

The engineer is wanting me to head some else place! Other direction he say! As usual! Ah well, I go.

I hope to find target soon, for my fists are aching. No seriously, they are aching. It is not being funny or anything to laugh at!

Huh? - Ahaha, enemy sprinter! Sasha calls friends!

*HWG fires lines at scout but misses*

I is to taking up the bridge position as it is usually to work I believe.

*HWG begins firing and moving, while trotting across the bridge.*

Hopefully I is effective in this. But ordinarily it is nothing to matter as none of this expensive munition is to cut into I's paycheck, no?

[Dusty]

((Forgive my lack of substance to this post I'm still having trouble with the spy's accent and Zetta, yours sounds to over done I'm sorry its probably right but to me it doesn't sound like the spy. And he's my most played class :( Oh and tag Samurai.))

"Come 'ere wanker just alittle bit........... AGGGH!"

I smile as my deed is complete and remove my knife from the sniper's back. "Oh dear you've made quite a mess!"

Then my eyes spyed a far greater prizze. A lone heavy weapons speciltizt on the bridge. "I'm going to Gut you like a Kornish game hen. Quickly pulling on my sniper mask I take leap of the battlements and slink to the bridge.

[SolidSamurai]

Wha- ?

"What is brit that is you is doing here on bridge that is mine, huh?"

The big man suddenly turned his girth right around as he said this.

Bridge is mine for now, so is appropriate, eh? This has'is not to change. And sniper normally belong up high. So strange, I's think.

OOC: He thinks the sniper is british. They all sound the same. :P

Medic is a stereotypical german scientist, so the thicker the accent the better I'm guessing. >_>

IC:

Across the battlement, a blue soldier sprung over, exiting out of view with a call of "Put some boom into it, sol-jah! Nyah!"

[kongurous]

With an unconcerned glance of unwise apathy, he looked to the left. With an unconcerned glance of unwise apathy, he looked to the right. With a sheepish, somewhat blank stare, he looked dead ahead and from the depths of a place best left unexplored by humankind, he drew a Sandvich and began to happily munch on the lunch item.

Another day, another paycheck, another $600,000 to spend on bullets for the next day. That's typically how these days planned out and he found himself standing inexplicably under the bridge between the RED and BLU bases with a careless disregard for his own safety. "Let them come," he thought. "I have medic."

Finishing his refreshing meal, he slung Sasha menacingly around in search of a target. Finding known, and feeling disappointed, he trudged off back towards his own base, walking backwards some of the time to catch anyone trying to be like that damnable Spy.

That is, until he happened to see other heavy weapons guy on bridge. Laughing maniacally, he pressed the firing button on Sasha and aimed in the other heavy's general direction as he moved back into his base. He didn't expect to actually kill the other heavy, just annoy him supremely.

(OOC: Heavy's speech will be simple and sparsely spaced, I see no reason to reduce the intelligence of my descriptions because 1) you can be funny and intelligent at once, 2) the Heavy isn't stupid.)

[SolidSamurai]

OOC: I guess he's supposed to be ignorant and cruel though. :D

IC:

"Ahhhhhh naoooo!"

I fire at surprise guest!

"That is right, you's walk away!"

There we are.

Now I turn back and address british man again.

"Aren't you supposed to be else place?"

Maybe I should have walked towards attacker. But who's to predict the future? Sometimes, sucking up consequences is solution.

And.... now my body feels warm. I been shot many time is before, so s'okay, I think. Head feels woozy.

I take a bite out of a sanvich that I's normally has'is kept for safekeeping. Energy!

My chest and back feel breezey and skin feel like is little holes all around closing and healthier.

[IrishDutchman]

Like I always tell people, snipin's easy if you know what you're doin'. Now, I don't know any of that fancy Sun Tzoo malarkey that Yank with the boomstick is always gabbin' about, but I know one thing: Aim for the 'ead, and watch out for that bloody Frog spy.

I 'eard the doc is lookin' to team up with the fat lad. Well, rather him than me, I tell ya. I wouldn't trust that Kraut bollocks to keep me alive! I've been in enough wars to learn that the Jerries are a nasty bunch.

Mind you, looks like that Bolshevik tub o' lard could do with a doc. I don't think I'm the only sniper out 'ere, and I saw that mad cunt strolling around the place like it's fackin' laser tag!

Oh look, there's the medic headin' to patch 'im up roight now. What the 'ell kinda doctor smokes, anyway?

[Dusty]

I chuckle as the heavy ignorantly pulls out his lunch and starts eating. While he sinks into fat bliss I slowly walk past him. In a flash I pull out off my mask and whip out my knife. With one smooth motion I bring it down toward the Russian's back.

[SolidSamurai]

Dropping sandvich, I begin firing tracers at is could be whomsoever pushed past me mere seconds ago towards walls at RED end of bridge.

"Yeah haha, that has'is super caliber right there, taste mighty coating you cow - AARRGH!"

.......

*tumbles off the bridge*

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I get word that BLU is't recieving losses. So naturally, I take Sasha and head for shores of hell.

"Is time for tolls!"

[DoctorZettabyte]

I 'eard zee commotion beforr I saw it. Verr zere are screams, zerr are injured comrades. I 'eaded toward zee bridge, taking zee ground floor. No need to make eet too obvious.

I reach zee heavy and find 'eem blasting avei at who knows vhot. I ram zee handle ov zee lighneeng gun into zee "onn" pozision, and vatch zee heavy get a little crazierr. Peeking out for just a seconnd, I see zee cazualities.

A sniper, heez 'ead dangling off ov zee Blue battlements, vif blood dripping off ov 'ez 'err into a puddle venty veet belo. Not a preety sight. I zeen see our own spy bring 'ees butterfly knife towards zee ozzer 'eavy's back.

Our own 'eavy barrels inside for more of 'eez ammo, even zough 'ee 'as most ov a drrum lefft. If it vasn't forr zee hard-hat's veesearch and development budgette, zee 'eavy vould be zee most expensive asset vee 'ave.

Az I cazuallie glance back to shecke on our spy, I happen to notice zee glint of zose tinted spectacles our engulferr alvays verrs. But 'ees uniform vasn't red. It vos blue. As our spy sleeps inside, cloaked, I roughly tap zee heavy. Hee speens on zee spot, grunting at me. I point at zee engulfer. We run back to zee entrance to defend our side of zee bridge.

[SolidSamurai]

I never shot at enemy from, what they call? Pill-box? Pill-box before. No, I haven't.

But I see is other heavy turn his own fatherless hide to me. Naturally, as tactics stated (yes, I has'is bin' to school; even guns take'is education little kiddies!), I open fire.

"Noise! Haha, noise, let us'is hear zat noise! Hehehe, cur-vye some moore!"

So many bullets. So much bliss.

*heavy is at top of BLU side*