Camerch

Of Spies and Espionage

Neither do I. I was really hoping for something cool here.

Defeat the Godmodder!

A government helicopter flies in at a distance and launches several portable black holes, surrounding the Godmodder. Their gravitational pull is immense.

A RP that jumps right into the action.

I was thinking about this the other day. Let's say there was an RP with no character introduction, only some basic environmental exposition, and the players were thrust into a hostile encounter right off the bat. (So maybe they're part of a SWAT team, or they're in a city together under siege). Would that work out?

Just a thought experiment.

Of Spies and Espionage

Almost done with my CS. Just need to find a good picture

Em, question: What level of technology do we have? Is it mostly modern 2010s tech, or what tech do we have access to?

Modern Witch Hunt

Mikael's mother found Mikael fast asleep on his desk at 9am, when he should have been dealing with the customers at the front desk. With the loudest noisemaker she could find in the workshop, Mikael was woken up and informed that as punishment he would be barred from the store and the house for the rest of the day, and that she and her brother, Mikael's uncle, would take care of his workload instead. For anyone else, not having to work after sleeping in late would be a godsend, but for Mikael, this meant no tinkering, no blueprinting and no playing with his AI cat. Basically, no fun at all.

And to make matters worse, he had to wear a wristband that jammed his technopathic powers so he couldn't even hijack someone's smart phone for the internet while he was 'on break'. He could, and on many previous occasions did, try to hack the wristband to stop it from working. But somehow, even if he repaired it before he came back home his mother could tell through intuition that Mikael had tampered with it, and he would spend the rest of the night cleaning the entire house by hand. So really, it would be best to leave it be and try to enjoy a day without any access to his tech.

Outside the shop, as Mikael started to come down from the adrenaline rush of the alarm, he was in no mood to go out and relax. He desperately wanted to get back to his workbench and resume where he left off the night before. But knowing his mother would sooner set the security on him than let him in so early, he wisely decided instead to get some coffee to make up for the 4 hours he slept that morning. He went to the nearest coffee house, ordered a double espresso, took a seat in one of their armchairs and fell fast asleep before he took one sip.

Of Spies and Espionage

Interesting. Mind if I join?

Modern Witch Hunt

@King Tai Go for it.

Modern Witch Hunt

Ooh, this'll be good

Modern Witch Hunt

Aaanndd done. Mikael set down his tools as the repaired gun chirped in the joy of being once again in good shape. Mikael looked down at the weapon on his workbench with a feeling of satisfaction. It was a feeling he rarely got nowadays since he hadn't had to work with something as interesting as this in a long while. Most things he had to work on during the day were too easy to be that interesting. Like hover-drones. Or hydrogen engines. Darnit, it's like every single day someone brings in another flipping engine that needs fixing. You'd have thought that the engineers working on those things would have figured out how to remove the oxide buildup automatically by now. But enough complaining.

He picked up the gun carefully. 'Shhhhhhh, be quiet now little one.' Mikael whispered to the gun, even as it filled his mind with excited chirps and clicks like an overjoyed puppy. 'It is time to go to sleep.' Patiently, he stroked the circuitry of the gun to calm it down, and bit by bit the beeping and clicking in his mind slowed down to a silent halt and the lights on the gun faded to black. 'Goodnight.' Mikael whispered and he set the gun inside one of the garage's empty security lockers. The locker door closed slowly, the locking mechanism barely audible. 'Keep her safe, would you please?' Mikael said to the locker, and the dimly glowing panel on front blinked twice to say yes. He smiled, and as he left the garage and went up into the house the garage lights clicked off on their own.

He passed through the house, said good night to his parents and his sister, promised not to stay up too late and went up into his room. As he entered the room he turned on the lights and was instantly greeted by a robot cat who rubbed up against Mikael's ankles. Script was its name. He was one of the projects that Mikael actually finished, and he was quite proud of it. Besides the whole "being a robot" thing, Script was basically the same as any cat, if that cat didn't need to eat and chased viruses on the computer rather than rats and birds. Mikael reached down to pet it, and the pet received it with a content purr. Once he was done playing with Script, Mikael pulled the chair out of his desk and started writing plans and ideas down in his journal. The gun gave him a whole bunch of ideas that he wanted to try out, and he'll probably be up 'til 5 toying with them.

Labyrinth (an improbable spam game)

Welp, there goes my leg bone.

I challenge it to an arm wrestling competition.