CidTheKid

Cyberpunk RP

Professor_Wyvern said
Great now we are going to catch the 'Cootie' Contagion... At least use your biological germ warfare on the enemy, not us.Also welcome aboard! Ash will be keeping an eye on you, lest you spread the virus!

Oh man, how excellent, I suppose? I guess heavy sedatives are in order...

Also, enthusiasm is awesome, but there's people who haven't posted in a while. Perhaps slightly toning down the rate of response would give adequate opportunity for everyone to respond without falling behind. Or so I would think.

Even so, I'm liking everything so far.

Cyberpunk RP

Awesome, sure thing!

Oh man, verbosity to explain why she wasn't there from the beginning. So great.

Cyberpunk RP

Melissa was late to the briefing. As usual. She'd gotten used to it. Nowadays, her best mode of transportation was the bus, which always dropped her off at least a couple of blocks away from where she actually needed to be. At least her legs were reliable. Autohacks just weren't worth the risk anymore, not unless she had to move quickly. This was almost never the case.

She didn't know much about ENKI, other than the rumours and stuff everyone already knew. She didn't care much about it either, up until now anyways. But then, ENKI didn't know a thing about her either, she wagered. Some small comfort, she figured.

With a steady step, and umbrella in hand to keep her dry, she walked onto the parking lot for the leaky faucet. She was fairly sure she wasn't followed, she'd triple-checked. Twice. Some kid had already worked his way into a van, and was still getting through the process of setting the autopilot. A warbot stood not too far away, perplexed.

Her coworkers, she inferred, drawing attention to themselves already. She figured she'd give them the benefit of the doubt, and maybe none of them owned a car or something, and a giant killbot wasn't going to be subtle enough to walk all the way to wherever it was they were going.

She walked up to the robot, somewhat apprehensively, since the kid was clearly busy. "You're with Steelhead, right?", she asked. "I missed the briefing by just this much, you wouldn't mind catching me up, would you?"

Let's make the biggest Mary Sue ever.

She is the size of the sun.

That'd make her pretty big.

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So this is entirely up my alley. Mind if I jump in?

Name:
Melissa Marweather

Appearance:
A short, 26-year-old girl, with short, curly blue hair, the same shade as cotton candy. Her face is pale, and riddled with freckles, and her eyes are hidden behind a pair of wide mirrorshade sunglasses. She wears an oversized black cotton trenchcoat over the tshirt to some band and plain blue jeans, hiding her mostly small bust. A pair of noisy, black boots mark her footsteps.

Cliches:
-Console Cowgirl(4): The rush of green on black lines, fencing stolen data past political boundaries without getting caught. While the truth is not nearly as glamorous, she lives for the thrill of illegal online activities, and has gotten quite good at them.

-Minor in Languages(2): Back in college, Melissa studied languages and how they were put together, and picked up a basic
understanding of French, Spanish, Taxilingo, and Mandarin. Not fluent, really, but enough to get by.

-Wired(2): After half a dozen hackjobs in a strangers van, she's acquired a brand new eye and a matching set of cyberwarfare oriented implants, ranging from an ECM suite to sniffers and fuzzers and spoofers, all linked to the best hardware available at the time. And all it cost was a kidney.

-Love and Tolerance for Nootropics(1): After many sleepless nights running warez under the influence, Melissa's accumulated a long list of somewhat reputable vendors for just about every drug under the sun, and the need for a double dose on half of them.

-Insomniac(1): She's used to staying up late, and that isn't changing anytime soon, for better or worse.

How You Got Here:
A college graduate deep in debt, Melissa turned to her old hobby of bypassing mainframes to earn enough money to dig herself out. After a couple jobs on her own, she found out she wasn't as smart as she thought she was the hard way, and wound up going through several employers of increasing dubiousness, until turning up for a job at Steelhead Inc. Now, she is still deep in college debt as well as wanted by the Mafia and only a few major corporations.

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Work_U_Dumb said
Yay. Someone who doesn't hate me!

Hey, you're like a lost relic for a different age.

Can't be hating on that.

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Teoinsanity said
I'm sorry everyone from the bottom of my metaphorical heart,I'm sorry because what a cluster fudge this turned out to be

Don't be. It's fucking glorious.

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Doivid said
Teo, Derp, 8, cid, and holmi are going on a list.What you people have done here today--you should be ashamed of yourselves.

If I had any sense of shame, I would not have done what I've done.

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BrobyDDark said
This thread is cancerous.

This is a very serious thread now.

Teoinsanity said
here tell me somethin,how many bronies does it take to turn a rap battle into a opera concert.im the insane responcerand ya just ruined the concertim usually pro lifebutt in your case an abortion would be better.now,get back from that((btw,i didnt really mean any of that))

you rhymed concert,
with concert you nerd.
responser is barely a word

yeah, fuck this shit.

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Teo rhymes like a fish washed ashore,
The people listened, all they did was snore.
You're learning from the very worst,
You have to dig deep until in rap you're immersed.

8 sounds like a pile of mad libs,
and like meat with no ribs,
there's nothing to chew on,
and there's nothing to diss.
So bland, without juice or taste,
You may as well be serving toothpaste.

So dragging your feet along you lose sight,
blinded by what's good and what's right,
taking in the very bad with the truly wrong,
you dread the time at the end of your song.

And it's here.