[OOC] What a Lovely Day (Mad Max NRP) [Now doing Pop. Rolls]

[ClocktowerEchos]

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What a Lovely Day

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Welcome to "What a Lovely Day" (WALD), a post apoc NRP set in the Mad Max universe. Like my other current NRP, it will be focused mostly around beating the shit out of other people for shits and giggles and watching cars explode since lets be honest, that's why we all love Mad Max (feel free to do other stuff other than kill people and murderfuck your way through the wastes if you want tho, to each their own). Unlike most NRPs however, I will be using a table to give people "rolls" which will be used to form as the basis of their faction. Said table can be found here, made by the wonderful people of 1d4chan.

While I encourage you to play you're given, I will allow for a single reroll on a single section. For those of you who are curious, I plan on using RPG'd dice roller so you can all see the rolls and not say I'm dice scumming or something dumb like that. I may also add in another section called "population", but for now the provide rolling table ought to suffice. Everyone should know the rules by now, things can be both grim and silly to varying levels (provided is doesn't go grimdark/grimderp and just plan stupid), I am a hardass GM and will be an ass on occasion and also reserve the right to break my own rules as I deem necessary, etc etc etc. There will be no map since I do not find one all that necessary, there will be a list of "notable" places but for the most part, there is sand and there is some big shit in the dune and its not that interesting for the most part. If anyone wants to try and make a map however, we can use that.

Now, whose madder? The one whose made this interest check, or the one who puts down their interest?

Will you ride eternal, shinny and chrome, upon the legendary fury road?

NS Guide

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[h2][b][u]OVERVIEW[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Introduce your faction and its overall bits, sort of like a tl;dr if you will)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]CULTURE[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Based on your appearance, cultural quirks, meta group and genetic purity)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]RESROUCES[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Basically your "economy", how and what do you produce? Think of your rare resource and equipment quality here)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]LEADERSHIP[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Describe your "government" style as well as your leader/s and their flagship if you want here. Flagship can also be put in military)[/indent]

[h2][b][u]MILITARY[/u][/b][/h2]
[indent](Boast about your boiz and their cars, obviously based on motor pool make up and special shit rolls. Feel free to expand on it with whatever else you can think of, but vehicles are the main attraction here, word descriptions are fine if you can't find a picture to match)[/indent]
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[Lauder]

NEEEEEERRRRRRDD

[Asura]

Roll me a sheet, Scotty.

[ClocktowerEchos]

Roll me a sheet, Scotty.

@Asura

Give me a damn second Jim! /s

Rolls be here.

ROLLS

Genetic Make Up
Half-Lives: Doomed to short lives, Half-Lives are always in need of breeding stock. Almost half don’t make it past youth, and any that do live absolutely no longer than 40. Riddled with obvious tumours and other disfigurements, they could pass for healthy if they covered up but the coughing is always going to give them away.’

Cultural Meta-Group
Tribals: New cultures have sprung up since the apocalypse, some more recognizably linked to the old world than others. Unique expressions of culture and unusual handmade items are the common distinctions for tribals. Usually have an odd accent/manner of speech do to lack of contact. Less “civilized” but often no less savvy to the wasteland than others. Usually looked on with confusion or condescension by groups more tied to the old world.

Leadership
Anarchy: The group almost never actually makes decisions as a whole, but instead are unified simply by a culture and place of habitation. While they may band together and act as a cohesive unit in times of need, they often don’t last long in the wastes. Either lost to infighting, lack of unified strength, or simply drifted apart for various reasons.

Cultural Quirks
Death Cult Unsurprisingly among the blighted folk of the wastes, some have taken to worshipping death, or the idea of a “Good death”. Perhaps it’s a mythical afterlife, a desire to see the world well and truly die, or simply a nihilistic belief that death is an inevitable constant in life, for whatever reason this group worships death itself.

Cannibals: Known for their taste for human flesh. Be it a predatory or simply ritual affair, they are seen as “unclean” by most others.

Distinctive Appearance
Swaddled: Wrapped up in distinctive trappings, these people’s skin is rarely actually seen. Maybe enviroment suits they never take off their bodies, maybe cloth wraps all over themselves to protect from dust and grit like a desert nomad. In any case, they might be seen as exceptionally mysterious due to it.

Leathers: Never ride without your distinctive leather jackets and other assorted biker gear. Never.

Spikey: Their armor and cars are covered in a profusion of spines, blades, and other sharp nastiness. Does it serve a technical purpose or is it just to look badass? Only they know.

Unique/Exclusive Resource
Scrap: Everyone wants it, everyone needs it, most people have it. This group has a specific type, or an extreme profusion of it, and they use it to barter for whatever else they need.

Equipment Quality
Ramshackle Armor is cobbled together, guns are hand tooled, and houses/clothes are generally not in the best state. Pretty standard for most people, unfortunately.

Motor-Pool General Make Up
Classics: Muscle Cars, roadsters, and trucks. The standard rides for most in the wasteland. Tough, reliable, and intimidating.

Special Vehicle Shit
Lances: Grenades on sticks. A shockingly effective weapon, and you can mount them conveniently on a lot of different parts of a vehicle without messing with it too much.

Flagship Vehicle
Concert on Wheels: Like a drummer boy but way more awesome. Maybe it’s a squad of taiko drummers, a lone shredder on a flamethrower guitar, or an entire outfit of post-apocalyptic metalheads. Whatever it is, you’ll certainly not be going anywhere unnoticed, and it’s a very good way to get someone excited for killing.

Not going to lie, these are some pretty jank ass rolls. I honestly advise rerolling one, I'll try to help you find how to fit all this shit together if you want.

Also, @everyone, due to the number of people with Scrap as their resource, I'm willing to reroll those for free and I'll keep rerolling until you don't get scrap.

[Asura]

reroll leadership and my resource.

[ClocktowerEchos]

reroll leadership and my resource.

@Asura

Your rerolls:

Leadership
Oligarchy: A small sect of the group lords over the rest. Similar to single leadership in their absolute power, but spread over a small group rather than one man. Almost as common.

Resource
Power: Not the metaphorical kind, the actual electric kind. Most people want it, but not everyone has it. Most of it gets made with gasoline generators but some have wind and even solar farms in working order.

[Lauder]

@ClocktowerEchos

I'm totally fine with scrap, allows me to repair my vehicles and the likes easier. Maybe even make ammunition if I can.

[Rasmus]

Colour me interested.
Looking to get back into RPing and all this looks hella cool.

[ClocktowerEchos]

Colour me interested.
Looking to get back into RPing and all this looks hella cool.

@Rasmus

Here be thy rollies.

ROLLS

Genetic Make Up
Part-Lives: The general norm, people die of cancer or other genetic problems fairly young but some make it to old age. Wouldn’t appear too ugly or malformed by today’s standards, but certainly not the cream of the crop physically.

Cultural Meta-Group
Settlers: The only “normal” people left. Generally just trying to make it through their daily lives without too many violent intrusions. Have built the most since the apocalypse, and generally behave the most like people from the old world. Don’t mistake civilization for civility or peacefulness though. Many are just as cold and merciless as raiders, as they have to be to survive these days.

Leadership
Oligarchy: A small sect of the group lords over the rest. Similar to single leadership in their absolute power, but spread over a small group rather than one man. Almost as common.

Cultural Quirks
Assholes: For whatever reason, everyone in the wastes sees your tribe as complete pieces of shit. Maybe they’re blunt as hell and bad mouth everyone else, maybe they have a societal compulsion to cruelty, maybe they just refuse to help anyone without gain. I dunno man, but one of them kicked my dog. I swear.

Distinctive Icon: A motif or symbol runs throughout the groups structures, clothes, and vehicles. Maybe it’s a specific animal or object, or maybe it’s something less specific like bullets or flames.

Distinctive Appearance
War Paint: When they go to battle, these people paint themselves, and maybe even their rides, in a distinctive style.

Body of Knowledge: The group preserves information on the bodies of it’s members. Technical diagrams scarified onto their chests, covered in tattooed text, etc.

Uniforms: Standardized appearance across the group and it’s leadership. Makes your group seem more cohesive, but can be hard to maintain.

Unique/Exclusive Resource
Green: The rarest thing in the wastes. Clean soil that grows green plants. Some go their whole lives without seeing it, some unlucky few think it’s a myth. Those that have it keep it close to their chest, even if it’s just a single potful of black earth.

Equipment Quality
Well-crafted: Just because it was made in the post apocalypse, doesn’t mean it isn’t good. Well made armor, guns are machined with actual technique and thought, and houses/clothes are a little more respectably made.

Motor-Pool General Make Up
Classics: Muscle Cars, roadsters, and trucks. The standard rides for most in the wasteland. Tough, reliable, and intimidating.

Special Vehicle Shit
Shiny and Chrome: The group takes exceptional care to polish their vehicles to a brilliant chrome shine. Blind your foes with your swag and the shiny paint seemingly correlates with higher skill among drivers. Choose to re-roll this or Black on Black if you get both.

Spikey: Cars are covered in spikes. Pretty simple really. Good for keeping people off your hood and exploding ordnance before it hits the main body of the car. Actual functional version of the same thing in the appearance section.

Flagship Vehicle
War Rig: Huge, heavily armoured, able to carry a ton of cargo, and manned/gunned like a fortress. War Rigs command the roads, and anyone who’s anyone has one. Generally made of a truck or two stapled together, but other bodies are possible. A combine for example.

[Lauder]

@ClocktowerEchos@Rasmus

The two war rigs combining forces to destroy the fucking tank

[Rasmus]

Spiky War Rig operated by the assholes of the wastes? Fuck yeah!

Will get to work on the NS as soon as I can. Dis gon be gud.

[The Captain]

Heck, I'm a sucker for Mad Max. Can I get a set of rolls?

[ClocktowerEchos]

A question I probably should have asked before but @The Captain and @Rasmus will you both be able to participate actively? It seems like neither of you have RPed for a good month or two by your history and have joined RPs to post a few times to die out for a month or something.

[Lauder]

WIP

Meh Boiz

The Blackened Looters

"Sometimes you have to make a living body a dead one in order to loot it."

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OVERVIEW

The Blackened Looters are a bunch of looters, of course, with a literal fucking tank and a load of scrap to use as a bargaining chip if they ever need to. However, they despise nearly all outsiders, they worship their cars, and most importantly live and very good homes. Finding their cars at night is like trying to find a living person in the middle of the desert.

CULTURE

Hider

The people of The Blackened Looters do not particularly live well off lives, many dying at a young age and infants dying as they born have made these people raid to gain more people if they possibly can. Though, like most other raiders, they use drugs and this drug lets the vehicles talk to the people of the settlement. The drugs involving the talking vehicles has led this group to revere their vehicles, going as far as to paint or tatoo cars, trucks, or the fucking tank onto themselves, thinking this will grant them luck in combat. Occassionally, they even do ritual sacrifices to the vehicles to improve their performance, but the lack of people has made that difficult.

Seeing as how they live such short lives and people look down upon them for their looks, this group has grown to dislike many outsiders despite their need for people who can properly breed and those who mistreat their vehicles are even more disliked to the point in which they may just hunt down the person and kill them, that would be the least of hunted person's worries.

RESROUCES

The Blackened Raiders sit on the border of a large junkyard which provides them with all the scrap that they could hope to want, leading them to use this seemingly endless source of scrap as a means to repay any damage that had been done to their defenses if needed. They also live fairly good lives as a majority of the random stuffs that they have are of Old War economy, unfortunately which none of this lot would remember.

However, they have tools from the old world, albeit basic, but they work and things can be made with relative ease if they have the resources to build said item, which they normally do with all the scrap that they have available to them.

LEADERSHIP

The general rule of being leader in this group is "Don't fuck up otherwise you are a heretic and must be purged." The people vote for a leader to represent them, acting as commander-and-cheif of the group while a seperate system makes the rules/laws of the group, followed by a group of five people to see if said laws truly benifit the group or not. Each, power has a series of checks and balances to other groups and the likes, basic US democracy. However, these lads just read a book and based their government on that.

Jackson Gorefest

The current leader would Jackson Gorefest, do not ask why he has that last name just don't. Anyways, he typically wearsa black coat over ripped clothing of any variety. For trousers, he wears khakis which signify his status as leader, yes khakis. For headwear. Jackson wears a plague doctor's mask which had been found in a strange area that may have been used to show people who recited history with their bodies. He captain's the FB, fucking tank, and is the only one who may 'speak' to the tank.

MILITARY

(Boast about your boiz and their cars, obviously based on motor pool make up and special shit rolls. Feel free to expand on it with whatever else you can think of, but vehicles are the main attraction here, word descriptions are fine if you can't find a picture to match)

[The Captain]

I intend to commit to this one. I've been away from the site for a time, but I'm prepared to devote time to this.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@The Captain Very well, here are some rolls:

ROLLS

Genetic Make Up
Wretched: Riddled with tumours and malformations, these poor sods are kept at an arm's length by everyone else. Ugly and deformed, think Hills have eyes. Very high infant mortality, and fewer still make it to adulthood. Always in need of breeders.

Cultural Meta-Group
Settlers: The only “normal” people left. Generally just trying to make it through their daily lives without too many violent intrusions. Have built the most since the apocalypse, and generally behave the most like people from the old world. Don’t mistake civilization for civility or peacefulness though. Many are just as cold and merciless as raiders, as they have to be to survive these days.

Leadership
Democracy/Consensus: A relative rarity in the post-apocalypse, the group has decided that no one individual holds all the power, but generally makes decisions based on everyones imput.

Cultural Quirks
Death Cult: Unsurprisingly among the blighted folk of the wastes, some have taken to worshipping death, or the idea of a “Good death”. Perhaps it’s a mythical afterlife, a desire to see the world well and truly die, or simply a nihilistic belief that death is an inevitable constant in life, for whatever reason this group worships death itself.

Distinctive Icon: A motif or symbol runs throughout the groups structures, clothes, and vehicles. Maybe it’s a specific animal or object, or maybe it’s something less specific like bullets or flames.

Distinctive Appearance
War Paint: When they go to battle, these people paint themselves, and maybe even their rides, in a distinctive style.

Swaddled: Wrapped up in distinctive trappings, these people’s skin is rarely actually seen. Maybe enviroment suits they never take off their bodies, maybe cloth wraps all over themselves to protect from dust and grit like a desert nomad. In any case, they might be seen as exceptionally mysterious due to it.

Leathers: Never ride without your distinctive leather jackets and other assorted biker gear. Never.

Unique/Exclusive Resource
Guzzolene: Black gold. Everyone needs it, and it isn’t too rare to come by but not too many have the means to refine it. This group does, and it can be extremely lucrative.

Equipment Quality
Military Grade: Exactly what you think. Military stockpiles of armor, guns, and gear. Usually live in military bunkers or other fortified locations.

Motor-Pool General Make Up
Bikes: The groups rides are almost entirely bikes. Anything from choppers, to dirt bikes, or even nitro-boosted sportbikes.

Special Vehicle Shit
Harpoons/Graplers: The ability to keep your vehicular prey where you can kill it is an important ability, and what’s more is that if you’re actually faster you can then drag the slower vehicle behind you.

Extra Armor: Extra armor bolted onto the vehicles. No matter the type, they gain extra protection with minimal speed penalties.

Flagship Vehicle
Legendary Car: It’s not a giant warmachine, or even all that impressive compared to some other things, but it’s the perfect blend of fast, tough, and reliable. This car is everything anyone could ever want and it’s certainly made a name for itself. When a group rolls up with this thing, people know who they are. Takes the form of whatever your generic type of vehicle is.

Bit of a mixed bag but pretty interesting.

Also, I realize that we also have a fair few death cults, makes me wonder if there's some post apocalyptic Jehova's Witnesses going around preaching about glorious death and Valhalla

[Lauder]

FIR THE CAR GODS

[The Captain]

Alright alright. I can work with those rolls just fine. I'll start work on it tonight when I'm off work.

[Senor Herp]

I've been roped in by Cap'n once again. Gimme the rolls, boss. Gimme the death cults culting death to die to cults.

[ClocktowerEchos]

@Senor Herp Here ya go. No Jehova's Death Cultists tho.

ROLLS

Genetic Make Up
Wretched: Riddled with tumours and malformations, these poor sods are kept at an arm's length by everyone else. Ugly and deformed, think Hills have eyes. Very high infant mortality, and fewer still make it to adulthood. Always in need of breeders.

Cultural Meta-Group
Raiders: An unfortunate truth of the wastes is the prevalence of raider gangs. Savage and violent, they typically take more than they make but there are exceptions. Most don’t settle down in any place for too long, and tend to use up what they have quickly. Many treat the apocalypse as a sort of hedonistic paradise, murdering for fun, using homemade narcotics, and generally raping to their hearts content.

Leadership
Oligarchy: A small sect of the group lords over the rest. Similar to single leadership in their absolute power, but spread over a small group rather than one man. Almost as common.

Cultural Quirks
Motor Worship: In a world of vast blasted wastes and monstrous hazards, access to vehicles is the dividing line between life and death for most. Some take this a step farther and literally worship their rides as tools of divine salvation. Maybe they revere them like holy animals, wear garb that evokes them, or even take violent offense to those who mistreat them.

Old World Blues: A pervasive nostalgia about the old world runs through the group, even if they weren’t alive to see it. They might collect old world artifacts, try to take after what they think are old world values, or have an unrealistic drive to rebuild the old world somehow.

Distinctive Appearance
Punks: Purple mohawks, side cuts, hockey pads, and piercings. These are your stereotypical post apocalyptic raiders. Even if they aren’t actually raiders.

Uniforms: Standardized appearance across the group and it’s leadership. Makes your group seem more cohesive, but can be hard to maintain.

Unique Body Mod: Come in many forms, from filed teeth to a specific kind of tattoo to ritual branding.

Unique/Exclusive Resource
Scrap: Everyone wants it, everyone needs it, most people have it. This group has a specific type, or an extreme profusion of it, and they use it to barter for whatever else they need.

Equipment Quality
Military Grade: Exactly what you think. Military stockpiles of armor, guns, and gear. Usually live in military bunkers or other fortified locations.

Motor-Pool General Make Up
Armored: Old world military or post apocalyptic designs. Incredibly tough, dependable, and powerful. Not the absolute fastest, but if you need to be secure getting somewhere? There are non-better.

Special Vehicle Shit
Shiny and Chrome: The group takes exceptional care to polish their vehicles to a brilliant chrome shine. Blind your foes with your swag and the shiny paint seemingly correlates with higher skill among drivers. Choose to re-roll this or Black on Black if you get both.

Tesla coils: The cars have fucking tesla coils mounted on them. They can shock enemies that get to close, channel lightning into batteries from desert storms, and just look badass as fuck.

Flagship Vehicle
Legendary Car: It’s not a giant warmachine, or even all that impressive compared to some other things, but it’s the perfect blend of fast, tough, and reliable. This car is everything anyone could ever want and it’s certainly made a name for itself. When a group rolls up with this thing, people know who they are. Takes the form of whatever your generic type of vehicle is.