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Current So I had H1N1 and if fucking sucked. But once again, I am not dead.
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Apparently, I am not dead.

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Hey all. I'm a few sunsets over 30, and I live in Michigan.

I'm a former Marine, currently kind of going to school.

I've been RPing since AOL, so that's like <counts, then recounts, then sighs>, over 15 years.

I RP at an advance level.

I'm pretty awesome, but I'm kind of direct, prickly, and assertive in terms of the RPs I participate in and the people I RP with.

Feel free to drop me a line any time about pretty much anything.

Go easy.

Az

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The Invaders.

Humanoid in physique, these top echelon of the alien civilization direct the subspecies under their joint stratagem. These beings communicate via telepathy. When engaged in conversation, the leaders create a psychic link with the other as thoughts flow freely from one to another. While the other participant may communicate, the leaders have the ability to enforce their will via mental manipulation, which plays a vital part in the subjugation of the subspecies. Humans have the ability to resist the mental abilities of these aliens, but it differs from person to person, mainly based on composure and mental strength. Additionally, a large part of the powers succeeding initially is the shock of communicating directly via telepathy and then dealing with the aliens forcing will on the individual. It has been noted that the initial success is most likely based on it being the first time one has had a mental link of this nature. Generally, humans are much more successful resisting if they can succeed in breaking the initial attack.

Handlers are very fragile looking, and this is completely accurate. They are very smart and can actually learn and speak human languages, although they rarely need to do so. While their individual abilities differ somewhat, the typical Handler can easily control 3-5 crowned humans with some being able to control more or less. Additionally, a key factor is the precision or attention required. For example, having 5 humans simply walk is different than having 5 humans fire weapons accurately, or sorting debris.

These tend to travel in small units controlling various amount of crowned humans, and that size normally depends on the tasks. While they take orders from the Leaders, they do exercise some free will in how they accomplish tasks. In these groups however, there is no “leader” and sometimes, three different Handlers may complete a task in three different ways. There doesn’t seem to be the need to compromise or work together, or unit. They simply seem to get the job done as they see fit.

Originally, these aliens were workers whose jobs were mainly manual. For purposes of conducint war however, they were altered. Containing three separate mutation variants, the now-grunts are the backbone of the newly reformed war machine. While the mutation strain was altered and refined to accelerate the mutations growth, it is still unperfected, which results in acceptable deaths throughout the process. However, the efficiency of the transformation cannot be understated.

The first variant is the general all-purpose variant. These grunts are essentially the equivalent of humanity’s Marine/general ground forces. They aid in attacks, hold down captured areas, and provide logistical support to ensure the leadership’s orders and strategies are conveyed to all operational units within the area. These variants can be modified via technological alterations that can be grafted onto their hard external shell. While very basic, the versatility of this variant makes them highly lethal.

The second variant carries out support roles. Not seen as much as the other two variants, they carry the heavy stuff while shouldering heavy weaponry to and from theaters of operations. While extremely hard to get to, the resistance are keen on capturing the technology these things carry about. Not only can the technology be used by the resistance, but the technology is able to be studied without triggering the self-defense biological mechanism that are mutated into every variant.

The third variant are the shock troops of the alien military. With an extremely thick but lightweight exoskeleton while carrying modifications effective at killing rather than defending, these variants are the scourge of the battlefield that all resistance fighters steer clear of if they can help it. Given a very large amount of autonomy and taking orders from pack leaders, the unpredictable nature of these variants and their Blitzkrieg tactics makes them unpredictable and often difficult to counter against. If the aliens were able to mass produce the shocks, the resistance wouldn’t stand a chance. However, the lethality in mutating workers into these variants is high; thus, their numbers are very low.

Elites are rarely seen on the battlefield. Unlike the other two variants, these Elites are a species that are a part of the alien culture. Acknowledging their prowess within a vocation mirroring that of warrior-monks, this race has been tasked with protecting the leadership and acting as sentinels for their collective race. A terrible force to reckon with on the battlefield, the Elites are worth ten trained resistance fighters. With their personal barrier and their psionic blades, these warriors - described by those who fought them - are considered a battlefield nightmare. A banshee waiting to tear apart the souls of those that encounter them.

These are humans that have an alien device covering their head and face. This device has two main effects. One, it creates a series of electric pulses and frequencies that essentially break any control the human has over its own body. Most humans retain their conscious to a degree. This crown can be removed with a few tools as it only attaches inside the skin near the temples and then is kept on by an alien adhesive.

Next, it introduces an alien symbiote that bonds with the human entirely. It bonds to blood, bone, organs, and even to DNA. Introducing the symbiote is extremely painful and even though the crowned body may not react, the human feels everything. Once the bond is complete, the human body has some amazing benefits. The symbiote makes the person stronger and almost immune to “weaknesses” of normal humans. They gain amazing stamina, sight, agility and pain resistance. They heal faster and are almost immune to illnesses. Any ailments that the human had prior are gone, and this includes any mutant powers.

Removing the crown is just as painful as the implanting, however, it is a terrible ordeal on the mind this time as the human is, as most say it, unplugged. The mind goes into a sort of shock almost immediately and this has a tremendous likelihood of damage, and even death. A telepath, or several, can assist in this and dramatically decrease the chance of harm.

A crowned human with no handler will either stand idle and do nothing, or carry out whatever the last order was, and then if that’s complete, it too will stand idle.

Mech-aliens: This last group of aliens are extremely specialized and there is not much uniformity or consistency to them as a whole. Most generally have two arms, two legs and a head, but even this is not always the case. Because the race as a whole does not trust machinery (specifics are not known) that is not directed, guided, or controlled by aliens, or at least directly controlled by their thoughts, it is very rare for anything to be done by a machine. These aliens have machines, parts, or electronics bonded with them, or are sometimes actually bonded to a machine itself, and operate in that capacity. While in many cases the machines or computers do the work, at some capacity, that activity is controlled by the alien. It seems this race has a high capacity to be bonded with machines while the other races cannot.
Earth. Many things were just as they are now and have been for a long time. Wars came and went, political and economic situations arose. There was much tension between the alliance of the U.S. and the European Alliance, and Russia, China, and the Middle East as each vied for power and influence, and each worked to stop the other as indirectly as possible.

Tensions rose and fell but another catalyst soon came about. This one pushed things to a point just as volatile as the global posturing: humans mutated. It started subtly but quickly and many people tried to hide these mutations initially. Some were easily hidden while others were not. After a variety of incidents all over the world, some that involved humans lashing out at mutants who responded, or simply mutants using their powers blatantly, the world responded.

In 2020 different nations and governments reacted in different ways, but all over the world, things were violent and tumultuous. About this time, the world Powers began to mobilize and some seemed willing to take this situation and use it to press others for more land, power, or resources. Things began to heat up to a multi-directional cold war when in 2022, something unthinkable happened: spaceships began to orbit the Earth.

For the first few days, the massive ships hovered in space but after several days, a handful moved down and hovered over land masses. One day, several fragments of the ships were launched at the Earth and each country. Finally finding a reason to focus on something that wasn’t human, the military powers banded together and launched nuclear arsenals at the ships.

None of them reached their targets or detonated.

Hours later, the ships launched energy weapons that destroyed most large cities and other populous areas. Not long after, the invasion began as aliens transports poured out of the main ships, swarming the Earth with alien lifeforms.

The invasion had begun.

UNLESS!! Unless anyone wants to maybe do a Gantz RP. Either 1x1 or small group.

If you do not know what Gantz is, then you're missing out on life.

Az
In Yo! 9 yrs ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
Heyo. Just saw you posted on my interest check. Wanted to say hi and wish you the best.

Go easy.

Az
@Say Anything I am not sure I responded, and if I didn't I apologize. There is no legitimate significance between wards. They're laid out differently, and some may have different set ups, policies, or amenities, but it's nothing major. For example: the Third Ward has the small solar farm, the Second Ward has some municipal buildings. And some of the "important" people may have slightly larger abodes, but it's not like all poor people are in one Ward, or all police are in one.

Also, people will live in the Ward that they work, to prevent having to move across Wards. Movement between Wards is regulated and monitored.

Hope that helps!

Az
Kyuzo growled softly, so low it was probably not picked up, but before he could respond, Kali moved in and diffused the situation. Or... maybe created a different situation, one that wasn’t his problem. Regardless, he was almost happy that he didn’t have time to respond as it would have most likely have been somewhat confrontational in nature, at least on his end.

It was a delicate balance playing Yegor but thinking as Kyuzo. He had almost slipped as he thought about it--the response he had bitten back were Kyuzo’s words, not Yegor’s, and he couldn’t afford a slip.

His issue wasn’t that there was no plan, it was that the plan was not well thought out and very prone to being compromised and again, it didn’t seem to bother Traction, and why would it? She’d be safe enough from wherever she decided to do whatever it was that she did. He decided then to simply remove her from the situation and discuss the situation with Cath.

He decided to send her a message rather than address it verbally, simply because there was much going on in way of conversation and preparation and this way she could check it at her leisure.

Oi, Cath. I think we should head down to the bar and talk to my contact. I think I can get some information out of him. Let me know what you think. Yegor.

Sure, the text wouldn’t seem like Yegor, but that could be written off as a simple text recognition and correction feature—there were only a hundred or so softs that did that. It was all about consistency.

He started to get anxious and eager, not wanting to stand around wait any longer than necessary. His metabolic monitors picked this up and immediately started to calm him by controlling and adjusting hormone levels and regulating his heartbeat and breathing. A moment later, he was waiting calmly, head back against the elevator wall. He was asked a question by Traction and he rolled his head to the side and answered tiredly, “frag if Yegor know. They come soon enough.”

Eliza woke up, feeling the warmth of the tent seeing the lights playing on the top of the tent as it shone through the leaves of the trees overhead. It was a nice morning. The forest was quiet and she got up slowly, stretching as she did. It was a quit morning and Perry was gone, which wasn’t uncommon, especially since they’d found a string of abandoned country houses, most were farms, along the stretch of road they were on. They’d gone through a few homes over the week and while most were suitable to live in, they both knew that homes were to be avoided. Homes made people curious. Homes is what the raiders looked for, and they were just as big of a threat as the sick.

She stepped out and looked around, seeing B BK SOON scrawled into the dirt with a stick. It was enough to go on, so she sat on a log and took out a hunk of bread from the military rations they had found earlier. It wasn’t tasty, but it kept, and it filled the stomach, and that was all that mattered.

She heard rustling in the forest in directly in front of her and she moved her hand down to her knife and crouched until she saw it was Perry. She stood and smiled but then she realized something was wrong. He was running. She felt her stomach tighten and she moved to go out and see what was the matter. “Babe what-“

“No!” He yelled in a tone that cut through her, freezing her instantly. “Stay back. Look Leez, I’m sorry...I...” She could see tears on his face and she studied him as best she could with the onsets of panic rising in her. She couldn’t see anything wrong.

She took another step and he stepped back in turn. “Don’t! Leez, I... I was looking in one of the houses. And... I didn’t... I fell through the floor and... It was... I didn’t have my mask on...

She immediately felt tears falling down her face and she them away. “No Perry, baby, it’s ok. Maybe you didn’t brea—

He cut her off in a tone so violent it seemed like it was someone else entirely, someone she’d never met before. “NO! It’s too late. I can feel it. It’s itching. Hot... You need to run. Go. I’m not sure how long until...

She moved towards him one more time and this time his tone was more measured, but she could see something in his face, something that was not him, not Perry. “I said go. Now!

She reached and grabbed her pack and ran, tears streaming down her face as she did. She ran across a 2 lane road and through the forest and finally she was starting to tire. In fact she could tell she’d been tired, it was just that adrenaline and shock were starting to subside. But she ran on until making her was to a clearing with some buildings. She ran, seeing a car up ahead, old and beat up, and she decided she would stop there, crawl inside and rest for a bit and come up with a plan.

She was moving between the buildings, thinking back to Perry, seeing his face before all of this. She wasn’t sure if she could go on without him now. Everything was gone.

Everything.

Both of them had lost so much already, and now they lost each other. The tears began to flow again and she began sobbing.

Then with on warning and leaving her no time to react, an arm shot out and caught her in the neck in a clothesline. She was instantly disorientated and when she slammed down on her back, the wind was knocked from her. Her vision was obscured from the tears and swimming from the blow as she laid there, gasping. Then a face came into view above her, then another. Her hand reached for her knife, but a booted foot kicked it away and she felt the knife being pulled from its place at her side.

Well look what we got here boys. I’ll be damned if I remember the last time I’ve seen something this pretty. Now don’t you worry you sweet thing, we’re really old fashioned here, we know just how to treat a lady.”

Moments later, she was bound and gagged, being dragged to a brick building.

No. NOW, everything was gone...
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@Panic I am sorry I never addressed your question. You are correct. As long as you know about the Last of Us world, you don't have to know a damned thing about the actual game. Knowing about the game may help with immersion to a degree, and I suggest trying to view some clips if you are ok with spoilers, but no, you don't have to know anything about the actual game characters or anything.

Again, the OOC is up. I have no definitive start date. Please read the OOC and feel free to ask me any questions in the OOC, or via PM.

Thanks all.

Az

I posted a few times about the OOC being up. I guess I can go start @ing people. I just am not usually one to go prodding people to join my RPs.

Like I said, I'd rather have a handful of dedicated players than two handfuls of players I have to carry.

Az
I added some stuff to the pad and got out before I broke it.

Az
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