Augmented

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

So is everybody headed off to school?

Failed State

Planning on starting up a group of rebels in Kingsland, getting supplies via the sea from an unknown source?

Failed State

I like the look of it.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

That is the creepiest fucking face I've seen. And I've seen Darth Vader.

Project Ark - A sci/fi space colonization roleplay

Colour me interested.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Hyde practised swinging his Morningstar as he walked along the dirt path. As far as he was aware, he was alone. He could see nobody ahead or behind him. And that worried him. It was a prime environment for Outlaws to strike. Granted, most were low level players looking to make an easy score, but there were the few high levels that worried Hyde. He kept his wits about him, checking over his surroundings every few minutes to make sure he wasn't being followed or something was lurking in the bushes on either side of the road, waiting for him to drop his guard and move in for the kill.

Hyde checked his messages and notifications as he went along. Nothing except that announcement from the Black King that Hyde still disbelieved ever so slightly, yet he was still heading off on his way to check it out. He wasn't planning on joining, but if he liked what he saw, he probably would end up doing so. Hyde closed the messages, closed his eyes and yawned. He'd been walking for a good half an hour. But when he opened his eyes, his worst fears were standing ahead of him. Three Outlaws, confirmed by the icon above them.

They were NPCs, and relatively low levelled, so Hyde wasn't too worried about the oncoming fight. He took up a fighting stance, Morningstar raised, ready to strike. They began to advance, and Hyde steeled his nerves. But then they seemingly began to teleport all over the place. Hyde didn't know what to do. Was this some kind of new attack style? Were they hackers disguised as NPCs? His questions were answered in big red letters plastered in front of him moments later.

Attention! Attention! All Players will be forcefully logged out of Deep Ground Online due to internal errors and damages! Attention! Attention! All Players will be forcefully logged out immediately!

And with that, Michael was booted out of the game and back into reality. He sat up on his bed, and headed out of his room and onto the landing. He didn't know what to do. Nobody was home since every member of his family worked late. He sighed, headed into the living room and turned on the TV, but then the chip in his head began emitting a noise, followed by a speech.

"Attention all students of Purple Crown Academy and of the World Interface. Please, do not be alarmed by the sudden technical difficulties we are enduring right now. Our team is investigating the matter thoroughly and it appears that it was only a massive lag caused by an influx of enemy NPCs. Deep Ground Online will be functional again in the following afternoon. However, it would seem that any Players who died in DGO before the crash are still able to log on to the system."

The following afternoon? That seemed like a lifetime.

"And now, a message from the Black King. She deeply apologizes for the missed opportunity for the majority of you in meeting her. However, she states that for all of those who pledge allegiance to the Ebony Strykers, the next Guild meeting shall be tomorrow within the Black Kingdom, the same as today. And….the Black King has made her first orders to her new Guild. She desires for all of her followers to hunt down any stray Outlaws still remaining in the Black District as soon as possible. That is all. Thank you for your time and patience. Oh…and welcome to the Ebony Strykers."

Once the speech had finished, Michael realised the announcement from the Black King was not faked, and was indeed very much real.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

Where are you from again?

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Do normal combat rules apply when fighting NPC Outlaws?

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Hyde sauntered along the path, swinging his Morningstar as he went. He passed through the market, not daring to make eye contact with anybody. One wrong look at an Outlaw would probably result in Hyde's defeat. And dying in DGO wasn't his most favourite thing. Or anybody's. The loss of EXP was what really irked him. But Hyde was in a small market town, outside the Guild cities, and the risk of being attacked by a band of Outlaws was relatively low, but the threat was there, nonetheless. From what he had seen, the Outlaws liked to work in areas that were more likely to have better profit, and the poor community Hyde was in didn't seem that type.

Hyde opened up his messages to see if anybody had contacted him while he was offline. He wasn't expecting anything, and, obviously, nothing was there. He was about to close it until, suddenly, a message popped up. Hyde smiled underneath his armour, wondering who the mystery sender was. He opened up the message and listened to it...

"Attention all players. I, the Black King, ruler of the Ebony Strykers, am allowing any and all to join my guild. This will be the first time I have done so in the entirety of Deep Ground’s launch. Please, choose your allies wisely."

Hyde was taken aback by the message. The Black King's Guild had almost been unheard from for a long time. For the Black King to open his, or her, Guild wasn't normal, especially out of the blue. Hyde was in two minds about whether to discard the message and write it off as a hacker or spam, or to investigate the message. But asking about the Black Guild in any one of the Guild cities, or even in a small community that he was in now, was bound to attract unwanted attention.

But he decided he would find out. And with this new frame of mind, Hyde set off towards the Guild cities.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Just as the final bell rang, Michael hurried ahead of his classmates. He was determined to get home first, and beat his friends onto DGO. He barely interacted with them once they were inside the programme, but he wanted to be on early just in case there were any messages or was any loot that he could get to ahead of his buddies. Michael wasn't competitive, but he did enjoy having that slight bit of power over people, but not too much. He wasn't the type to become drunk on power and lose his friends because of it. He'd let somebody else take that plunge for him instead.

Michael burst through the door and headed into the kitchen for a quick snack. School had left him particularly hungry that day, but he didn't know why. He hadn't worked harder, he didn't skip breakfast. He just wrote it off as an uncommon occurrence and raced up to his room, preparing himself for what he might encounter in his next DGO session. Michael lay down upon his bed, and let the programme take him over.

Welcome, Hyde

Hyde had awoken in a bed, not unlike the one he had fallen asleep in. He swung his legs over the side, and gathered his bearings. It was dim, but not so dark he could not see. Hyde stretched out his armoured limbs ahead of him. He smiled to himself and stood up. The armour-clad avatar reached over to the bedside table and picked up the menacing Morningstar propped against it. It still looked as vicious as the day he had got it. He rested the Morningstar over his shoulder, and headed out into the town centre, wondering what kind of adventures he would be undertaking today.