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Kazegen · #1 (**permalink**) 07-04-2009

--~~Syntax~~--
A New Order for a New Age

-----Essence-----

Syntax is a sci-fi fantasy set in the relatively far future, set 200 years in the future. There are several places that you can actually RP in the beginning, with the starting places being the Domes or in the Wastelands. Magic has been rediscovered recently, but it is very limited, with only Earth, Water, Light and Darkness in it's most weakest forms.

Humans born in the Domes have what is basically USB ports in the back of their neck. Those ports are compatible with Drives, which are flash drives with LOTS of memory, like in the terabyte range. Drives are extremely useful, because by this point humanity has learned it's biology to the fullest. Reading is for chumps. Just plug in a Drive with the text of the book and you instantly know the book inside and out. It can also enable it's user to control the laws of nature in restricted ways, for example enabling barrages of chemical fireballs emitted from the palm, or to become nearly weightless.

However, excessive use of Drives can lead to Neural-Overload, which is when your brain melts from knowing too much stuff and not having enough room to do basic living functions. The lucky are left as vegetables, the unlucky...

Out in the Wastelands, technology has regressed to primal, with the exception of caches that people can find. There are mostly just wanderers and raiders, but there do exist Clans, mostly wanderers that have banded together to have a better chance of surviving. Most take ancient names based on the stars, like Cypress Clan. These clans have fierce rivalries, often culminating in bloody battles. Those that survive gain status symbols and glory, but that's not to say these people aren't civilized. It's just that some of them aren't.

Recently a tale of a man with 1000 arms that decimates everyone in his path has been heard among all. Tales of the "Ash-haired Asura" spread like wildfire, warnings against a powerful madman. Tales vary from teller to teller. The one thing that is consistent is the last word's you'll ever hear from him.

"Die for democracy, communist!"

-----Background-----

July 15, 2027 - Humanity establishes first contact with an alien species, the Elerians. Initial diplomatic contact goes well, with the two species communicating through "primal imagery", which is the basis of language.
((If I say spoon, primal imagery is the thing that pops into your mind, barely within consciousness that determines what a spoon is, and what it means to you))
Humanity finds that Elerians are of a spiritual nature, existing in a different dimension than ours.

July 17, 2027- The Elerians declare their true intention for revealing themselves, which is a declaration to humanity to stop destroying the Earth with pollutants. They are deeply offended that the whole "green" movement didn't work out, and since they worship the planets, they believe that damaging them would be like publicly shouting blasphemies at the top of one's lungs. Humanity says that they will continue research on green tech, if the Elerians would help them.

July 18, 2027- The Elerians refuse, and decide to leave the planet Earth.

June 24, 2031- The United States of America is attacked by the UCSR (United Chinese Socialist Republics) and is devastated by nuclear weaponry. The counter-nukes launch, and the UCSR is also devastated. Simultaneously, every grudge on the planet is unleashed, and the world is nuked to oblivion, except for a few survivors and those that lived in the Domes, which were constructed a few years back to defend against a possible alien attack.

July 12, 2037- The Elerians do attack, seeking to wipe out the remains of the parasite on the precious Earth. The combined military might of the world is just enough to destroy the fleet, but the Earth forces are destroyed in the process. The only ones left on the planet are those few survivors and those in the Domes.

November 30, 2148- The first documented Clan, Cepheus is formed. It is by far the most powerful, able to defeat raiders with ease. Defectors from the group form the Pyxis clan, and the first clan rivalry is born. Also, by this time mutants are prevalent. Changed by the nuclear radiation pockets, these animals and sometimes people will kill anything that comes across their path in a feral manner. The Domes are locked. Nothing goes in, nothing goes out.

April 19, 2219- Rumors of the "Ash-haired Asura" begin to pass through the clans. Those that challenge him are quickly defeated. The Serpentes Dome is raided by the Ursus clan, and most of the occupants are taken into the clan as hostages. One particular boy, Plug Pross, is taken in as a member for reasons undisclosed.

-----Rules-----

- No god-modding
- No cheesing; I determine what is cheesing and what is not.
- Limit 2 characters per poster (I am an exception to the rule, but only for plot purposes.
- Keep it nice, please. Flame wars make not the fun RP
- Be creative! God knows I don't want to see some dumb vampire witch goth abomination....AGAIN.
- If you want to post a character, go to the OOC. I'm accepting right now!
- In missions, not posting before my current mission post says that is it 1 day ago means that you are idle, and will not receive the reward for doing the mission. So please, tell me if you're going to be gone.

And so the wheel of fate turns, spurred on by the emotions of the riders...

Go for it! My first post will come in the next few minutes.

Kazegen · #2 (**permalink**) 07-04-2009

Plug awoke. It seemed that he had fallen asleep, alone on the cold, hard ground. It was morning now, and the sun shown through the tent as if it were paper. Thinking about this analogy, he touched the tent's material, to see if it was paper. It felt strange, like an animal's fur. The dome zoo wasn't very diverse, but the animals there were real, unlike the fur on their clothing counterparts. It felt as if it belonged to a deer, without it's fur...

His thoughts were interuppted by a swish. The door had been opened, and the man that had given him the blanket came in. He quickly sat down on the ground, not thinking of anything else he could do.
"Come with me." the man said gruffly. He looked to be in his early 20s, dirty and ruffled, but alright-looking all the same.

He followed the man outside of the tent, to see a world that looked unlike anything he had ever seen. All he could describe it with would be...dead. The ground was brown, but without the gratuitous plant life he had seen in the pictures in the Dome. There were big rocks all over the place, and there were no other people, except for those in the camp.

"Hey, quit looking like an idiot and follow me." The man barked at him.
Plug noticed that he was far behind the man, and increased his pace by a lot to catch up.

Plug asked, "Where are we going?"

The man responded, "The chief wants to meet you. See if you're clan material, even with my recommendation."

They came upon a big tent, larger than the others by a long shot, decorated with bones, and a big symbol. It looked to be a rocket, with a tear-shaped flame circling around a red planet with a ring. He

He went inside the tent to find a 30-something man surrounded by men with long, curved swords. He was surprised; He had expected the chief to be old, and wizened, like the wizards in the holobooks. What did this "chief" want?

((Sorry 'bout the double post. It's the first actual post of the thread! I'm so excited for this thing to get off the ground!))

Veelix · #3 (**permalink**) 07-04-2009

Jillian was perched on the top of a ruined building, right outside a camp. She had set up camp on top of that building for the past week. Her employer said that they camp would be easy to spot, which it was. But..All she was being payed to do was watch that boy. Nothing else but that. It was a hefty sum as well, so she didn't disagree. She looked through her binoculars, watching a man, looking to be in his 20's, enter a small tent. A few minutes later she saw the man leading the boy out of the tent and into a huge tent on the far side of the camp.

"Must be the Clan Leaders tent. But..What do they want with such a young boy. He looks nothing like anybody in the clan as far as I can tell.

As the pair entered the tent Jillian took a sip of the day old coffee in her thermos. She made a disgusted face, but swallowed the coffee. It was the only thing keeping her awake. She had ran out of coffee yesterday.

"God! That's some nasty shit. But it's the best I got right now. Ugh, Keep it together Jillian. Only a few more days of this and then you get that big sack of coins."

SnyperTheBanishingBullet · #4 (**permalink**) 07-04-2009

~Snyper lay prone, cloaked atop a derelict building, his hawkeye linked to his scope, his scope trained on a group of raiders, The Placidity of the wind began to die, a storm was brewing slowly to the east, Snyper however could not care less, his body would sustain whatever the wasteland could throw at him, One raider remained outside with his comrades enterred the remnant of a building, the light wine of Snypers rifle began as it charged it's shot, even without the supressor, the Raider probably wouldn't hear it, Snypers HuD {in his eye} blinked noting him, his weapon was ready, the gun read his finger print as he layed pressure on the trigger, I'D confirmed firing lock disengaged, the trigger was free, Snyper fired, the flash of the barrel lasted a nano second, the raider oblivious to it, the charged shot, making contact with his top right eyebrow, covering the wall behind him with a thick layer of bone and blood, the body dropped to the floor, movement little less than limp, the top right quarter of his face not only fried, but simmered to a bubbling slush, the raiders on the inside of the building un-aware of their affiliates corpse, Snyper switched his cycloptic vision to x-ray, adjusting the settings on his rifle, to shoot through thin walls, The two raiders in the ruin, where tossing each other miscellaneous items, junk Snyper called it, one raider threw somesort of drink to his friend, however his friend did not catch it, infact his friend fell to his knees, his headless body hitting the floor, with a thunderous thud, the remainder of the head, if that is what you could call the limb, rolled awkwardly to one side, Snyper began to smile, watching the final raiders reaction, Snyper had to chuckle, the bottle now smashed, the dead earth lapping up the liquid, and the raider stood still, cowering, as he just witnissed, his friends decapitation, it was about three minutes before he moved, snipers scope on him the whole time, The raider slowly walked out of the ruins, Snypers sight adjusted accordingly, clearly mortified, as he turns to tell the raider who was outside, all he can do is gasp, it seems both of them shared the same fate, the remaining raider, stumbled back, running in a random direction, before the final whine of Snypers gun charged, dropping the raider into eternal sleep. the raider was shot through the neck, into the shoulder, sprawled on the floor, gushing blood as if it was eternal, Snyper watched until it dried, it was his thing, watching the dead until their blood is drained, the wind was picking up abit now, Syper had best get moving, he pulled out the chord from the back of his neck, unlinking himself from his weapon, Locks initiated, was the last message he saw, as he reset his vision to fit with his human eye, snyper rose to a stand, slinging the weapon over his shoulder he began to slowly become visible, the area around him became distorted while his invisibility dissapated.~

Wolvenhold · #5 (**permalink**) 07-04-2009

Gann Liminus heard their footsteps above him, Raiders by the sound, laughing, telling bad jokes. Gann couldn't stand bad jokes. He was going to go up there and kill them. For telling Bad Jokes.

Gann stood up from his desk. He was in the facility he had woken up in so many years ago, researching, trying to find the secret. The Secret of Death.
Obviously some raiders had found the building that covered the secret entrance to his underground facility.

He grabbed his revolver and a bandoleer of grenades before fitting on his gas mask. The voices at the base of his skull told him it was time for blood. He whispered back.

Gann pushed open the secret door leading up into the cover building. That was when he heard it. Three shots and three thuds.
"You missed out." Said the voices in his head
"Shut up." he told them.

He stepped out of the building openly, his revolver held where it could be seen. A small figure was materializing on a rocky outcrop, as if from thin air.

"Now that." Gann muttered. "Is interesting."
"Ho there!" he yelled to the figure. "That is some mighty fine deathdealing you just performed there. Can i interest you in some food, you'd make a welcome break to my other friends, they never shut up, always talking, always criticizing! Argh, wish they'd just go away sometimes." He pointed the revolver playfully at his own head. "But making them leave could be potentially fatal to my own health you see. I'm stuck in quite a difficult situation."
Gann grinned manically. Then realized he was wearing a gas mask, the man couldn't even see his face.

SnyperTheBanishingBullet · #6 (**permalink**) 07-04-2009

~Snyper Illuminated, all life forms in the area, or so he thought, some goon was talking to him, Snyper looked toward this figure, utterly confused, why isn't he shooting? question snyper, food? he thought, However Snyper knew friendly contacts where rare in the wasteland, why should this guy be any different, Snyper shrugged off his thought and thought fuck it, if he tries anything dodegy, he'd end up in worse condition than those raiders, Snyper gripped a pipe that was somesort of external guttering, and began to slide down it, it was made of somesort of rusted metal, but was quite secure, before landing Snyper would kick off the wall and land in a crouch, standing before his camo kicked in, slightly weary of the figure that greeted him, Snyper began to take cautious steps, noticing the revolver, rather outdated, and had a tendancy to jam, depending on the condition, however is extremely lethal in experienced hands, Snyper began changing through his various visions, he was picking up little static, so there was some decent tech around here, Remaining cautious Snyper stops a few feet away from you, his reflective lense beaming sunlight into your face, My hand reaching for a concealed blade on my leg.~

Mira · #7 (**permalink**) 07-04-2009

Sakira had decided it was probably time she made it to the Domes for business considering it had been a while. She preferred the clans because of their closeness to nature and the wast-lands but she had decided to make her way over days ago. She was now right outside the only real entrance as it was not really necessary for there to be more as no one wanted to leave and few wanted in. As she pulled her wagon to a stop she reached back a pulled her wooden horn from the compartment and blew into it, signaling her arrival. She sat for a few seconds before she heard the door's gears grind and begin to open, revealing a group of armed men for safety. As soon as she mad her way in and the doors closed, their guns disappeared and the tense looks eased.

"Sakira Ashira, how are you doing? It has been a while, if your not careful we might start thinking you don't like it here in the domes." A very well dressed man in soldier uniform approached smelling of fine liquor and politics.

"Am I hurting your feeling Colonel?" She liked the man in so much that he was loud and straight forward, tactless in all ways, but she realized she most likely only felt this way because he was 1) wealthy and so a purchaser and 2) she never had to listen to his ass kissery.

"Feelings? What are those?! What do you have for us today? The usual?" His voice seemed to boom and echo through the metal cavern.

"Always." She was quiet, almost mousy as always. "Plus something extra and some information that would be of great importance to the Domes, and you if you happen to be the one to break it." This had caught his attention and he imediatly seemed quieter by stance alone. He waved the guards and men waiting for off load out of the room and leaned against her wagon.

"Really? So... what is it worth to you." He knew how it worked, her information was priceless if she said so, she never boasted as it was bad for business and trust. "I am guessing a good bit by the look in your eye. I have somethings I have been holding onto for a time like this." He ruffled through his bag and dragged out a few old nick nack held over from long ago. The old world stuff was hard to come by and precious to her, though trash to everyone else.

He set the things at her feet one by one. A wind chime with crystals and multicolored pieces of metal dangling, a glass paperweight with swirls of blue through out, and an ancient perfume bottle. The last was gorgeous, he must have gone trash picking for it because it smelled horrible. The idea of the Colonel sifting through garbage for her brought a smile to her face. She picked it up and held it to the light.

"I'll take this, it is amazing, but I need extra for this information." His smile slacked and he rolled his eyes as he drug out this chunk of brown mess. As he held it out she realized it was a book and almost dropped the bottle jerking towards it. As she looked over it she saw it was and old poetry book and almost teared up. Books were as rare as dodo birds and purely literary ones were practically myths. The Colonel grinned as he realized he had her and waited for his information. She began spilling immediately about the rumors that persisted through the clan of a monster with a thousand arms.

"Damn! I thought people were being superstitious but the clan never agree on anything. This is important, thank you Sakira!" He nodded at her and was about to pack his remaining things before she pushed his hand away.

"I have something for you since you did so good with this book." She reached in her wagon and pulled out a red liguid and handed it to him. The powerful aphrodisiac was worth more than his trinkets and he knew it but she tried to maintain good relations.

"Your an angel."

"Of course Colonel, but if you want that to work really well maybe you should buy your wife something nice. I have some pure ivory." Ivory was not easily made in the Domes and when it was, it was not as brilliant or smooth and tended to be rather ugly at times. "You have to show her you love her unless you want to start having to use that with expensive night girls, save yourself the trouble." He looked at her seriously.

"What do you want?"

"Guns and anything else technological you might have." It was a large chunk of ivory and would make a plethora of pieces. He barked back at the men to come in and paid a man a large wad of cash before several guns were brought. Long range riffle, several shot guns and a few pistol were loaded with plenty of ammo along with a bag of what seemed to be rocks but were in fact used to create a boarder that would alarm the residents if i was crossed.

"Pleasure doing business with you Colonel and if these guns don't work the next bottle may make you little man fall off." Her voice did not change at all through the sentence, staying the in the same gen generally cheery tone. He nodded and smiled polity, looking intently at his prize as he walked off knowing she was not lying. The rest of the herbs and fruit was off loaded for a few bundles of frabric and other pieces. She looked down at her leopard who had not even bothered to open his eyes.

"Now we can head to the clans."

Wolvenhold · #8 (**permalink**) 07-04-2009

"I see that hand friend. Its going for a knife. That would be a bad idea. My friends and i are easily offended. I know i wouldn't hurt you, but one of my friends is liable to blow your head off if you try anything. Just saying." Gann carelessly swung spun his reolver on his finger. "Now then. Can i ask where you are headed? Or are you simply a lost wanderer?"

Gann saw something in the man. He was not human, of that he was sure, there was an inhuman look about his face, something that screamed...other.

"What are you?" Gann asked simply

Araigen · #9 (**permalink**) 07-04-2009

Araigen - Wastelands - Cave

Araigen woke up in a dark cave he went to sleep in the night before. For the past few nights he had been sleeping out in his tent, but he hasn't had such good luck,
He'd been raided twice. He thought enough was enough and found a cave to sleep in.
As he felt his way out through the damp rocks, he tripped over his backpack. He cut his leg on a rock, and swore, but he was happy he tripped, "Almost forgot it..."He thought aloud.
He grabbed his backpack full of supplies and felt his way out of the cave, which was slightly above the main wastelands, and looked around. Araigen noticed the dust clouds around and the absence of green and plant-life that was in the picture he had in his backpack. He knew Yari Dome, his next stop, was north of here, so He pulled out his compass and headed north, or what the compass said was north. After an afternoon of walking he sighted a small wasteland city-like place. The city-like structures had a flag, a rocket ship with fire out the engines. "This is the Ursus Clan... But this is south-west of Yari Dome... The Damn compass must be broken," Araigen said sighing, "I'd better go see if I can stay here for the night..."
<OoC: It's short, I need to get to bed, almost 1'o'clock>

SnyperTheBanishingBullet · #10 (**permalink**) 07-05-2009

~Snyper snapped his neck in a twitch like motion however it was different from a twitch, wether he just had a temporary spasm, or maybe he was adjusting his settings was unknown, but as soon as he snapped his neck, he brought himself out of his offensive stance, the calculations where simple, if he was a hostile he'd of attacked, keeing his silence intact, Snyper held out his hand, making a simple handshake gesture, however his sight was trained elsewhere, slowly lowering his hand, Snyper began to flick through his various visions, seemed to be nothing, but he felt like something was comming, he directed his attention back to the person infront of him re-raising his palm.~

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