After Tuesday I'll be back to regular postings! Sorry for the delay folks. Finals are a killer bee </3
9 yrs ago
We'll fall asleep. So deeply out of reach
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9 yrs ago
In peace may you leave the shore. In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey on the ground... May we meet again.
This is of interest to me as well. I'm getting a Matrix, 28 Days Later, and a (dare I say it,) The Last of Us vibe from it.
You would be very correct! Think of Last of Us and 28 Days/Weeks Later having a love child, The Terminator in lieu of Matrix, and some originality. Bam. This popped out!
Hmmm since we are talking about summer plans .... Summer courses and work will rule me so hard. That's pretty much where all my time's going. However, my friend and I are thinking about heading off to pride in Canada! We're really excited!
@Vox Welcome to the addiction dear Vox. Pre-med is going to ride you so hard. But is it worth it? I'm biased, but yes! That new MCAT though. That MCAT .... *Cries*
@Prisk Gibberish?! Rude! *Sarcasm and teasing inserted here ...*
2112: Cryus Corporation announced the successful creation of the first independent AI machine. The bankrupt corporation quickly skyrocketed to the most powerful entity in the world. Mass distribution of the machines are assembled in undisclosed locations.
2115: The machines have been further refined for cheaper assembly. Almost every household now owns a personal machine.
2116: Ethics Community created to protect the rights of the machines. However, human bias of the committee made each law work in the interest of mankind. Machine sympathizers began riots in the streets. Minor domestic disturbances, only a few deaths reported. The same cannot be said of the machines.
2127: Learning from the past, strict rules were enforced. Law enforcement has become integrated into the Ethics Committee. Many anti-synthetic extremist carry out atrocious crimes against humanities synthetic siblings.
2129: First reported crime of murder by the hands of a machine. Law enforcement and civilian alike treat machines with heavy prejudice. Strong resentment and disregard for the platforms begin. The streets of every nation is set ablaze with violence. Initially, the machines don’t retaliate. However, it didn’t stay like that for long.
2130: Military forces are called in. The revolt of the machines have begun. Every corner of the once great megalopolises are filled with death. The machines begin to develop weapons of their own through the salvage and rapid research that they can command. Slowly, humanity is slowly losing their ground.
2131: Humanity resorts to WMDs in hopes of destroying their creations. With heavy regret, death reigns from above as whole cities are leveled. Families unable to flee to safe distances are vaporized under the extreme heat of human made missiles. However, the objective was successful. The machines were halted... for now.
2133: Earth has become polluted with radiation and nuclear winters. Humanity has quickly fled to underground cities. There, new generations are born. Life goes on, but new dangers have arrived.
2135: First encounter with the mutated has been confirmed. Studies have confirmed the infectivity of a bite from the infected. Anatomy has revealed that and saliva or any particle of blood can cause immediate infection. Infectees are enraged and show extreme aggression as do they have superior speed. All combat personnel are ordered to kill on sight. Distance kills recommended.
2137 (Present Day): Humanity has lost any hope in reclaiming the surface. The infected and the machines have supremacy. Contact has been lost with many underground cities while surface settlements have also been lost. The population is slowly diminishing. The golden age of humans is over.
Premise
You, the survivors of the great calamity, have survived natural selection and are the last hope of humanity. Being part of the city residing underneath the appalachian mountains, you are part of the elite Shadow Task Group. While on a routine patrol, a marine patrol came across intel that can possibly lead to a virus that counteracts the virus of the infected. Thus, you, a team of expert special ops and combat scientist, must traverse the great wastelands of Old Earth to the location that the intel states. Washington D.C., the site where the great war between the machines took place. Though the machines haven’t been sighted in a long time, the danger of the infected are there. You are the final hope of humanity. You cannot fail.
Operative: Operatives are the soldiers of the Shadow Task Group. They are the ‘shoot first ask later’ type of individuals. Whenever the need to hold a spot or clear a room is needed, they’re weapons and CQC training will be the most proficient at that.
Combat Scientist: Though they have trained in combat, these individuals excel at collecting samples from the field and synthesizing needed substances. These team members are absolutely essential for the mission. their lives should be placed higher than that of the other members of the S.T.G.
Medical Skills: Because of the environment that each military operative lives in, each must learn self first aid and self radiation prevention administration.
Old government Existing before and during the war of the machines, the old government has long since abandoned the surface and took to the underground cities. These cities are considered the last bastion of humanity in the North America. The technology used are relics from pre-exodus. The old government consists of four main underground cities.
UGC-Alpha: Located at Mount Weather, Alpha is the main UGC for old government operations. Tasked with maintaining a strong military innovations, the amount of fire power present is astronomical. Though each UGC has their own standing army, the Joint Chiefs of Staff are located here. Mount Weather is also where the last of humanity's nuclear capabilties reside.
UGC-Bravo: Located at the very tip of Minnesota, Bravo spearheads scientific innovations and explorations to ensure countermeasures are in place against the machines. The brightest minds are often sent here. Bravo is integral to the continuation of the old government.
UGC-Theta: Located in Georgia, Theta is in charge of munitions and food production.
UGC-Echo: Located in Los Angeles, Echo maintains power and water needs and sends them to the other UGC cities via air transportation.
Refugees Civilians who were not able to escape to a underground city in time. They walk the lands salvaging and surviving the best that they can. Some settlements have been created, but their existence is brief. From what intelligence could gather, two settlements of note exist in Los Angeles and Boston.
New Republic Order Closely resembling the Fourth Reich that sprouted up during the machine wars, these fanatics strive to create a government based on absolute totalitarian authority. Their forces are ruthless as they are merciless. Like their forefathers, the NRO adhere to the principles of Aryan superiority. Children are indoctrinated and those who were undesirable were weeded out. Every citizen has a role in their fortress cities and lateral movement between roles are rarely observed.
Discipline is strict. With the trials being under the sole discretion of the NRO party members, the accused are either arrested to be lab experiments, executed post public humiliation, or put into work camps that rarely released those who were put in there.
Infected Mutated humans whom have been twisted beyond human recognition. They are feral and seek to attack anything that does not contain the virus mutation.
The Machines Arch enemy of humanity, these artificial beings have far surpassed the technology of their creators. Though they haven’t been actively attacking their human tyrants, they are still active in the east as they are in the west. For now, they remain silent until a suitable time to re-ignite the sparks of war is convenient for them.
Expectations
As per advanced section guidelines, those should be followed as well as overall guild rules. Please refresh as needed. However, quantity should not be mistaken for quality.
There is no set posting order or timeline. Exercise judgment when to post or wait for another to reply. If, however, you should be gone for an extended period of time, please notify myself or the Co-GM. I will reach out via PM two weeks without activity. If a month goes by without any activity from you, I will exercise my right to kill off your character after one last try to establish communication.
Collaboration with other characters is highly encouraged. Otherwise, respect another's character. Do not write another characters thoughts, reactions, or anything your character wouldn't know of another. However, physical reactions of physically interacting with another character is fine. An example (your perspective is Jackson):
Jackson ran towards the low wall. Slamming against it for cover, he checked his weapon. Less than a clip left. The last of his squad - Pvt. Davidson - covered his six as bullets pelted into the low wall. He laughed and shook his head. "No running from this one," he said. Popping up, Jackson fired off a few shots before ducking back down.
"Private!"
Jackson shoved Davidson hard on his back as an explosive landed near his feet. He jumped on top of it.
Jackson ran towards the low wall. Slamming against it for cover, he checked his weapon. Less than a clip left. The last of his squad - Pvt. Davidson - covered his six as bullets pelted into the low wall. He laughed and shook his head. "No running from this one," he said. Popping up, Jackson fired off a few shots before ducking back down.
"Private!"
Jackson shoved Davidson hard on his back as an explosive landed near his feet. He jumped on top of it.
Davidson was pissed. He didn't know there was a explosive ticking down to go off. About to tell Jackson to go fuck himself, he felt the concussive force of the explosive. He looked back. The Sergeant was nothing but a pile of meat. He relieved himself of morning chow as it spewed across the ground.
This roleplay is very linear with specific story points outlined by myself and the Co-GM. There will be points of freedom to wander about and conduct indepedent action if you'd like. However, we have a story, and we'll be following it. If you have a suggestion on a story plot, PM either GMs. We'll talk.
Romance is not at all an emphasis in this story. If you'd like to incorporate it, it'll be minimal. There's no time for love in war. Certainly not for this squad. Bear that in mind.
If you're not having fun, let us know. We'll either talk about it and find a remedy or simply part ways. If you should not alert either GMs to this, either of us will exercise the 'kill order' expectation with much enthusiam.
Emulating a squad setting, we're looking for 4-5 characters excluding GM characters and NPCs. This is not first come first serve. GMs will post the final roster post character acceptance date, which is to be announced.
Hello all. As you can tell, this is an interest check for the idea above. @Zhaliora and I are simply seeing if there's enough interest to do this. If there is, expect an interest check. This is not the time to reserve spots. Simply gauging interest.
@Prisk You got DS3? Awesome! How're you liking it so far? I really want to pick it up. I've sunk way too much time into BB and the previous souls. I'm not sure why, but I'm addicted to the constant death streaks I rack up in the game! Besting a boss is tantamount to the best of highs haha! Well ... maybe not that intense, but hopefully what I'm trying to say makes sense.
But seriously. Liking it so far? It's on my 'save money and get it' list ...
@Rockette Could ... could I bother you for a banner as well Rockette? *Tries to bribe with a box of dark chocolate*
@ZB1996@Smarty0114 ... slowly going to press the Fanatic mindset on your characters. You've been warned.
EDIT:
Change speed to 2x. Awesome song when you do that.
OAKRIDGE ACADEMY◆Morganna LeStrange◆Recruits of Doral
The teleporter. Morganna never really cared for that device much. Something about disappearing then reappearing somewhere else was a foreign concept to her as a girl. What if she disappeared in the device and never came out whole? It was like getting split by an invisible cleaver. How did it work anyway? Technology no doubt, but it might as well be magic of sorts to her. While she detested it, it was the only way to Doral. She wasn't about to let silly fears get in the way of her thirst for action. She'd been caged up in this pretty prison for far too long. The world needed her. The Fanatic cause needed her more so than the world needed her as a guardian. It was time to begin the long awaited reformation.
Before they'd gotten too far, Morganna heard a voice coming from behind them. She turned about as her eyes fell on a man. He couldn't be much older than herself or Charlie. Their pace slowed. "If I had it my way, the danger would have priority," she said. "Instead, we're coercing souls to join our cause. Where's the fun in that? I suppose we're saving them from being the cowards that they are. Low life parasites. Who runs the city? Duguay? Perhaps I should set him alight. That'll make things easier would it not? Rallying through power. People respect power."
Instead of heading to the armory, Morganna was about to bluntly point out they'd forgotten their tools of death. That was until she saw her club-scythe awaiting her. Crossing the distance to it quickly, she picked it up as shivers ran up her spine. Making sure no one was in the trick change radius, she switched it to the scythe as a smile crossed her lips. "It's been far too long my dearest friend," she said. "You've come a long way. From a simple bludgeoning twig to this epitome of your evolution. I require you yet again."
Changing it back to its club form, Morganna walked towards the teleporter leading to Doral and activated it. She looked at her companions. A watch dog and a stranger specifically. "Last chance to leave Charlie. One way or another, I'll get Downfall its soldiers. Sacred Duty or violence. Both serve to obtain the same ends. Complexity or simplicity. That's the key difference."
Ezra has joined Morganna and Charlie on the 'Recruits of Doral' mission. Morganna shares some more of her inner thoughts on the mission as the three made their way to the dislocators. Now, she waits for the group to teleport to the city to wreck sweet, beautiful havoc.
Seeing Alyssa finally returned from her morning run, Kimberly smiled at her. She wanted to go along with. Get her workout in. She was already feeling the withdrawal from not sticking to her routine, but she didn't want to leave Riley doing all the work. Especially not after their little game of Truth & Dare last night. It hurt that she didn't tell Riley about Alyssa and herself. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell her. Kimberly just didn't want it getting out yet. Loose lips sank ships. She could imagine her parents hearing about it. It would be Hell on Earth.
Finally done checking her bags, she returned Alyssa's hug. Hearing her comment about the tent, Kimberly gave her the briefest of winks. "Dibs," she said. "Unless you wanted to bunk with someone else?"
Turning back to Riley, she placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey. Thanks for setting all this up. Lots of work," she said. "It'll be fun this year. I can feel it. It'll be different too. I don't know why, but I got this feeling."
Catching someone out the corner of her eye, Kimberly pointed towards her favorite twins. "Gotta go say hi!" Walking towards Gage and Aron, Kimberly noticed Alyssa was already talking to them. Giving her an ever so subtle shoulder bump, she beamed up at Aron. "Oh my god! Aron!" Pulling her favorite male bestie into her arms, she soon enough let go. She waved at Gage. "Heya. You two excited to get moving? Live it up before that terrible thing called school starts. By the way! Aron. Morgan's coming! I was so surprised when I got the text."
She looked at the three. A brown eyebrow arched up. "This ain't going to turn into a bro brawl will it?"
How was she supposed to describe the small, dainty town of Red Lake? Precisely that. Unlike the vibrant, riveting streets of New York where one was likely to get mugged or conned money out of, Octavia very much preferred it. This place was too silent. Too tranquil. Many ill memories brewed during long bouts of silence. It was partially why she required other entertainments to distract her.
Having just checked into Riley's Bed and Breakfast, naturally she paid for the most expensive accommodations available. It was unfortunate that it was still humbling, but it'd have to do for now. Of course, she couldn't voice her dismay to the owner of the establishment. That'd simply be rude, and Octavia wasn't a rude guest. She merely had opinions be them positive or negative. Perhaps both? The owner was nice enough she supposed. Perhaps it was a reaction to her patronage. Nothing in this world was free after all. Even kindness.
Her close associate asked her to take a few weeks vacation away from the city. Being extensively intertwined with said associate, Octavia had no choice but to agree. It was an obligation she had to him she supposed. He suggested some place more placid. Red Lake. All she was told was 'enjoy the great outdoors. See what interesting things it had to offer'. Several days earlier to today, she was here. Her urban fashion stood out like a sore thumb.
Walking down the street, Octavia squinted from behind her sun glasses. Even post-noon the sun was dreadfully scorching. She debated whether to stay in her room or explore. She chose the latter. She was here investing her time. Might as well make the most of it. She saw a bear on her second day here. Why ever she would venture to the woodlands? Boredom she supposed.
Right when she was about to walk into Jake's Cafe, Octavia deftly moved out of the way as a young teenage girl walked out the door. She scoffed ever so slightly. Not offended by any means - New Yorkers did that all the time - it was just a typical response. Without saying a single pardon, Octavia watched the youth run off. She shook her head. "Children."
Making her way into the cafe, she looked around and saw a large gathering of youths as well as several older individuals. Not interested nor disinterested, Octavia took a booth facing opposite the woman who'd just walked in. If this establishment was anything like the fine restaurants in New York, the waitress or waiter would be prompt with said service.
Taking off her sun glasses, Octavia placed them neatly on the table revealing deep violet eyes. Her blonde hair fell freely across her face with nothing to block their descent. She took out her phone as she waited. She furrowed her eyebrows. She'd already missed several dozen messages. Either her underlings were incompetent or her clientele would rather deal with her than her people. Fair enough she thought to herself. She'd respond to them when she was right and ready. Before that, she wanted to try this town's cuisine. It would be quite the experience.
Feeling eyes on her, Octavia looked up. One of the teenager's was staring at her as she responded in kind. It took mere seconds for the youth to look away. She smirked ever so slightly before returning to her phone.
Shaking off the fluster, Kimberly waved at Riley - and to Miranda. She wasn't sure why she got all up and confounded from the kiss on the cheek. It wasn't something normally happened to her, but it was by no means unpleasant. Kimberly had a thing for the blonde when they were still in school. Maybe still did. But she didn't forget the little thing that had just happened between Alyssa and herself. It was kind of nice in a way. She felt terrible for Alyssa though. It must suck knowing one couldn't show affection in public or announce the couple status thing.
"Sorry about that," she said. She looked at Miranda. "You just caught me off guard. It's good to see you, Miri. Really!" Spotting the fish and chips at her seat, her hunger came back ten-fold. Taking a seat, she gestured for Alyssa to claim her spot again as she took a bite. It was god, loving, gooey goodness. Maybe not gooey. She looked at Riley. "If you slipped Vanessa money for this, I know how much this cost. I am going to pay you back."
As she continued to tuck away at her dish, Riley got up from her seat. Saying something getting her car to go get the RV, Kimberly gave her a thumbs up. "Don't take too long, Ri!"
Looking over at Avalon - if she remembered correctly - Kimberly wiped her lips with a napkin before speaking. "It was Avalon right? Really pretty name. Are you new in town?" Kimberly asked. "Oh, you're coming on the trip, right? If not, you should reconsider. Good way to meet the rest of the squad. Fun too!"
Looking at two new arrivals - Kimberly was vaguely familiar with Kim - her eyes trained on a woman that belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. Staring for too long, the woman looked up as violet colored eyes stared so deep, Kimberly thought she was about to have a heart attack. Looking away, she continued at her dish. She gestured to the lady she lost the staring contest to. "Anyone know who that is?"
Scout
