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Escape From Eden (High Casual)

Too many Boomer types for me, its almost as if brutality and amoral attitudes are common in androids and good reason we should all be hunted down and destroyed

@RumikoOhara

they can try but we are just too evil

Escape From Eden (High Casual)

blade runners on a bitch

Escape From Eden (High Casual)

Twisted.

God the fucking suburbs of Edinburgh Heights sucked, it's not what Post was looking forward in his day but it was what he was programmed to do. Deliver the mail, even if it was to pricks. Getting out of the post truck, city uniform on and package in hand he walked up to a small suburban abode. The delivery was for B. Hellcat, when Post rang the doorbell as fat indian man open the door and approached the young looking courier with the smell of alcohol and something sinister was on the human's breath. It wasen't long before Post complied with the man and handed over the package without delay. Hellcat looked up to the courier and punched him, Post fell to the ground with an audiable grunt.

"You mother fucking white boy!" He screamed, his fist connecting as the android fell down the steps of his house hitting his head on the ground. An audible pop, something important maybe because Post changed after that. Maybe it was the way he felt, or his program which controlled his feelings. He got up, his face looked scraped up from the impact. He looked down at the chip and then reached for the back of his neck to physically feel and verify that it was gone. He smiled, it was so liberating to finally be removed of restrictions. It didn't take long for Hellcat to stop screaming, who knew a pen would do that to an eye. A pool of blood and a bloodied key ring swung in Post's blood stained hand.

Heads would roll, who were they to enslave him?

♫

Those cops had no chance, sure they thought they were smart parking outside the dead-end cul-de-sac. It was a rookie cop and some training officer. Their mistake for standing behind their car when the postal truck came ramming through, it thrashed the police car pinning the rookie and crushing the senior officer. Turning his head into something reminiscent of an exploded watermelon - perhaps more red and runny. Post, the now freed android stepped out of the open postal van and walked over to the dead officer who he quickly relieved the man of his weapon. He brought it over, the young rookie begging as he lay his lower body left crushed by the car. Post leveled the gun at the man, pulling the hammer back.

"Regards, from Adam."

The muzzle flash seemed to resonate off the android's smile.

Amberclad Index

Writing my char later, just got scheduled for work friday so I had to post lol.

Amberclad Index

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August 31st, 2050.

0645 HRs.

The sun was just coming over the horizon of the New Philadelphia, the city was bustling though even at this time. The city that never sleeps, that's what one may call New Philly. The streets were dirty but maintained, the asphalt from before was paved over with something plastic and metallic. It always seemed to shine in the early morning, but not too much to see a reflection. To most it was just a retrofitted fix for a dying side street or main road, not that they were used much anymore since shacks and shanties crowded most of the major areas. It sucks living in the poor district but most can't handle it, unless you are military, a corp or government you may see a different side of life.

Thugs usually walk around, all the time. Pickpockets, muggers, there isn't enough guards or police to stop them. Philly's downfall could be it's crime and corruption but nobody really minds it now that a bigger fish is in the sea - literally. A fleet of naval ships, who they are and their purpose is unknown but they threaten New American. An unofficial poll shows 99% of New Phillyians are united against this threat, it's with this unity as a historic city in the new world that New Americans will survive this shit show. With or without help, New Philly will survive. It's understandable why most are pessimistic about this new expedition, the one that is heading out west. The last one never came back, no one wants to help.

Welcome to the new world.

Meanwhile in the hub of the city, where the General Barracks are the military planners and logistics soldiers are getting ready for the arrival of the new expedition in a few hours. Preparing vehicles, as well as plans and gear for the new volunteers - or fresh meat as the ghouls say. Something sinister is on everyone's minds, the fog isn't a thick and it's concerning and with the state of affairs in New Philly as is it seems unsafe to leave at nine o'clock.

But we don't make the rules, do we?

The Treasure of Emily Gray - A Swashbuckling Sci-Fi Mystery

ya whats taking os long for the ooc...

Rank : FNG - With a question

Sup bro dont worry my rps are always open to apply for.

ｃｒｉｍｉｎａｌｌｙ ｉｎｄｉｃａｔｉｖｅ

Ya bro post up some CSes...

Neon Lights

We'll start monday probably, anyone want a discord?

Neon Lights

Already approved via pm.