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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1FQivdbUO0HHIyao0iop9e5M1d9tOAFs_RPTFanSuF50/edit?usp=sharing So let me start off by saying this has been one the coolest years of my life gaming wise, however all good things must come to an end. Truly I have lost the spark for not just my role but for G-MOD as a whole. With this being said I will be leaving my post as E11 CMDR and Staff Admin. For the ones I have grown close to I hope to stay pals. I may return in the future but for now I need to focus on classes and just life all together. I know yall will make me proud with things to come. Jay out. Rang- Not going say goodbye to you due to we better keep playing games together Hovvy- You became a good friend even though we did not speak every day you still was a close friend to me and will stay that way Catsto- Man you were aslo like a brother to me you need to stop work yourself to the bone bro. Phill- My favorite person Zeus warned lol Skela- Keep in touch bro. Best DOTF/DSD!!! Zeus- You stop talking when you left hopefully you will start again Colt/Orange/Enuz- you three lads are the best leadership team this server has keep it up boys Mateo- children of the corn Dakota- Don't walk out on me now. Daniels- You grew alot however your still a minge and thats okay Stale- NOTED Skyfly- You were one my favorites I feel like I was mean to you but just know I saw the most in you SIXX- MR KISS ASS, Joking you're a bro. J02/JOLT- SIR REPORTING FOR DUTY SIRR!!!!! Hope- That one person you said was cute I can't remember something about two legged dogs. Crabbo- My favorite Aussie. Mendoza- My second favorite Aussie. Stick with me kid MattO- Keep pushing brother your make it to site admin in no time Blackbeard- Stop going AFK in random spots Bread- I did not know you that well however I have to tell you this. Keep up the grind your heading for super admin. Starstep- We had ups and downs but to the end you were my brother without a doubt. Neo- I don't know why or how we became buds but lets keep it that way bro!! Mary- Had a little lame then ate it. Reaper- Welcome back Dano- Stop being mean I know you will go far! Lets play other stuff together! Maxi- Your one the angriest person I know and I love you for it bro! The Mandalorian- Season one wasnt bad but season 2 good golly, you fixed 10 years of star wars damn you were/are a good show. To anyone I did not say I'm sorry it's 8 in the morning so I'm sleepy. THERE BETTER BE STORIES TOLD OF MY LEGEND! SONGS SUNG! I am here for 48hrs if you need me my door is open! Nine tailed fox has left the facility
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I can't say enough how blessed I was in this community. You all are the most wonderful, amazing people and I hope this server gets to rank one by the time the year is over. It has been an honor and a privilege to get this far in my 7 months here. Feel free to look at my ugly face and roast me in the comments. SAVE THE WORLD MY FINAL MESSAGE GOODBYE
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Hello troopers, as you may know but i was a Vice Commander for the 501st. My beginning in Imperial Role play was to spark a different light from old to new. i once came from SCP-RP as a DHOS in gensec; which i have retired from. However, when joining Imperial i knew that i wanted to join the 501st from its already existing issues in it's structure. I joined 501st to fix it, to reinforce a structure that is there to improve. Through the months since my join date on the 29th of November last year i focused my time into the branch, assisting officers, helping with documents, creating a training document as a 2LT. over the months past my goal was nearly complete. Now, on the 11th of April, my goal has been complete. Motivated people have taken a stand in what could lead a spark to spread to every battalion. To those whom seem liked i hated, note i didnt resent you but encouraged to be more than what they are, but to be better at everything that comes their way. This is my final goodbye. best regards to all that knew me in Gaminglight and to those whom i commanded and followed. Your former Vice Commander, JJWICKK
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Not a goodbye but a farewell When I first joined the server I was all into research but as time went on the research flame burnt out for me. It's full of cool people don't get me wrong it's not for me anymore. It's not fair if I hold a command spot and won't get on when someone else can take my spot and do great things. With this being said I have decided to retire. I'm still fully willing to help in any way I can within 48 hours. If I can not get reserves I fully understand. For now Im focus my life blood E11 Weiss- Your keyboard scary Kuma- I know what you did last summer Soivit- My fellow history nerd Gldos- You do some good events keep it up Tomato- Your pings were brilliant Hope- your voice is legendary Cancer (Rhoads) get active on E11 Starstep- you suck at golf Jack the research one- I'm just gonna say your catch phrase (YEAH MAN) Jog- Dont let know one say you cant cause you can If I missed someone that is a oof
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Janitor Beve sits staring at all of his janitorial equipment, meticulously cleaned and aligned within his old storage center in SHB. As he scans his eyes over the tools, his vision locks onto a particular one. Focused in his vision is his hammer. The tool that separates man from beast and which stayed by his side during his time with the Empire. He reaches for it and picks it up wielding it like an object of immense power as he marvels over its shape and sheen one last time. Only moments later, Beve glances back at his tools as they begin to rust. First only his wrench rusted all the way through, but eventually all of his tools would succumb the relentless rust when they would all turn to dust. The ISD’s ventilation kicks in scattering the dust away until all that remained was Beve and his hammer. As Beve stands to leave his old storage center, he hears a loud ping of noise against the silence of the hangar. The head of his hammer has fallen from the immaculate tool and when Beve noticed this, he gently knelt down and placed the worn handle next to its now separated head. After leaving the storage center, Beve takes a look back for only a minuscule period of time. The hammer is now dust just like the rest of his equipment and he watches as the ventilation drifts it away into the nevermore. Continuing out of SHB and down the hallway towards the main second floor of the ship, Beve was exhausted. After taking care of the ship for so long, he would have to part ways with it. The doors to MHB finally command his vision as he moves to the bottom floor of the ISD. The shapes of the garish grey metal doors fill his heart with loss and feelings of nostalgia that stops him in his tracks. Beve removes his helmet so that he may have an unobstructed view of the ship he loved so much and places it onto the cold floor. The metal of the walls send sparkles of light into his eyes reminding him of the work he had once done as his helmet fades away much like his tools. He finally steps forward and enters the MHB where the massive expanse of the hanger surrounds him. As Beve moves toward his ship which has been primed to leave, the sorrow he felt miraculously turns to happiness. The hanger is spotless and its recycled air is crisp and clean. The floors are without dents and blast marks. The ISD didn’t need him anymore. Those that followed him, greeted him, and made his stay the best that it could be will take care of it. Memories flood his vision with each step towards the ship. The many times the 501st accepted him, the fun he had shining the shoes of certain Naval members, the conversations he would have with the 31st, and the time he wished to build a trebuchet and launch two Gonk droids into a nearby star are only a few of the experiences he re-lived on his final walk through the ISD. His personal ship would beckon him over when its automated doors opened and dropped a ladder for Beve to climb into the hull. He would climb the ladder, shut the doors, prime the engines, and transfer his codes in finality this time. The MHB would then be filled with the sounds of his ships engines as he prepares to leave the hanger bay. Careful not to burn the floor, Beve takes off and gracefully leaves the hangar and into the vastness of space. Surrounded by a million billion stars, he decides to pick a direction and go regardless of where he ends up. Looking down at his slipspace controls he notices that his Imperial Janitorial badge was missing. Beve chuckles at how well the loss of that item ends this chapter of his journey as he engages his hyperdrive and vanishes from the system with a single thought in mind. “Was I the best janitor that I could be?” Back in MHB, a lone member of the 501st notices something on the hangar bay floor. They reach it and pick it up to examine it. Written on the small metallic object is Janitor Beve’s name and employment ID. Flipping the object over, the 501st member notices something scratched into its back. It reads: “I am Janitor Beve… And my season finale has come to a close.” The 501st member feels a sense of lamentation as they read the message wondering why the name sounded so familiar. Before they could recall who the name belonged to, the object rusts away into dust in the palm of their hand. A solitary breeze picks up the remains of the Janitorial ID and carries them off into the labyrinthine ventilation systems of the ship. Closing their fist and turning to leave, the lone 501st makes a single comment to themselves. “Hm. I wonder what Beve’s been up to…” they say aloud as the MHB’s massive doors come to a close, locking with a hiss. ----------------------------------- Hey everyone. Janitor Beve here. Sorry about the wall of text. I wanted to send Beve off with a bang since the Janitor job was removed from the server. What this means is that I’ll be spending much less time with you all for the time being until I’m able to cook up another fun character to RP although making one as fun as Beve was to me, I predict will be exceedingly difficult. So for the time being, I hope you enjoyed the little story and I’ll be seeing you around. If the Janitor job makes a return one day, I look forward to hopping back onto Beve’s story and serving you as your janitor, but we’ll have to see. Cheers! Stok54 aka Makoto aka Janitor Beve P.S. You can find Beve’s will affixed to the radar above the bridge. P.P.S. If it’s not there, it must have blown away. 'Cause you know, solar winds.
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Logging into Imperial Data Base... Welcome | Shock | Major | M | Callsign: 1300 Loading Report... Report Loaded Name: M Battalion: Shock Rank: Major Report: I'm sorry to do this to you guys. I'm leaving shock and mostly the server for along time or forever counting on time. Me retiring has nothing to do with shock itself. I've recently been helping a friend with a project they have and I want to put more time into the project. I know this sounds like a dumb if not terrible reason to retire from shock but I think assisting others is a good reason to make time. I want to say thanks to everyone for making my time on the server amazing. If you want to know more about things just ask me. I wanted to ask arson about being put in Shock reserves but I couldn't get in contact with arson. If Arson sees this and wants to add me to reserves then yay. If not well, it was a good life. Again thanks to everyone for making this experience amazing. Good bye. Reserved rank: None Are you Sure you want to Submit the Report? Submit | Cancel Submitting Report... Report Submitted Logging Off...
