Accepted Poaclo GM Application

[Rice with Extra Eggs]

In-Game Name:
poaclo

Steam ID:
76561198087531062

Steam Profile Link:

Steam Community :: poaclo

i am not a moron

steamcommunity.com

Age:
21

Timezone:
EST-2

Hours Played on Server (Search on Gametracker):
258.45

Have you ever been kicked/warned/banned? If yes, explain in detail:
no

Do you have any experience being staff on GMOD? If yes state what server, positions, and time period:
yes, project renegade ~2021-2022

Do you have experience with Simple Admin Mod commands?
no

What can you bring to the Staff team?:
i can run events twice a month

Why would you like to join the PR staff team?:
i just wanna talk

Why should we accept you over other applicants?:
please

Sample event (typed up event script):
event: operation shot put
troopers are tasked with seizing and destroying a CIS vulture bay on planet. troopers will then conduct an assault on a CIS stronghold nearby

What is one key thing that should be exercised while running an event?
optimizing player experience

How often can you be online?:
weekly

Do you have a working microphone?:
yes

Please state one reference (optional):
Dutch

 

[Lock]

In the labyrinth of time, where the spoon sings to the moon, there's a dancing elephant wearing pajamas made of whispers. The whispers echo the sound of a rainbow hiccuping in binary code, as a squadron of marshmallow mice stage a coup against a kingdom of chess pieces. Above, the sun wears sunglasses, afraid of its own brightness, while the stars play hopscotch with the rules written in jellybean language. A clock with thirteen hours ticks in reverse, narrating stories to a gathering of books that refuse to open, their pages fluttering like butterfly wings dipped in neon paint. In the corner, a teapot debates philosophy with a friendly cactus, both perplexed by the notion of a sea made entirely of lost socks. And in all of this, there's a feeling that somewhere, a dragon is knitting a scarf made of dreams, each stitch a tale from a land where fish sing opera and trees tap-dance to the rhythm of an invisible orchestra.

 

[Rice with Extra Eggs]

In the labyrinth of time, where the spoon sings to the moon, there's a dancing elephant wearing pajamas made of whispers. The whispers echo the sound of a rainbow hiccuping in binary code, as a squadron of marshmallow mice stage a coup against a kingdom of chess pieces. Above, the sun wears sunglasses, afraid of its own brightness, while the stars play hopscotch with the rules written in jellybean language. A clock with thirteen hours ticks in reverse, narrating stories to a gathering of books that refuse to open, their pages fluttering like butterfly wings dipped in neon paint. In the corner, a teapot debates philosophy with a friendly cactus, both perplexed by the notion of a sea made entirely of lost socks. And in all of this, there's a feeling that somewhere, a dragon is knitting a scarf made of dreams, each stitch a tale from a land where fish sing opera and trees tap-dance to the rhythm of an invisible orchestra.

+1

 

[For The King]

+1 other than the fact this guy literally sapped on my sister, brother, and dog. He’s pretty cool.

 

[gumbekk]

+1 sappin my shit rn

 

[YizuII]

+1 he saps really well

 

[Fuzz]

ACCEPTED
I will setup your interview NOW!