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Aweena said
EDIT: so you all know, I apparently have a bad habit of double-posting. So expect me to do this a lot.

Welcome to Double Posters Anonymous.

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(Nice to meet you, double post.)

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Aweena said
I'm glad you introduced Leopold Walsh. That was one of my favorite CS's I've read so far. I love how you seamlessly included pivotal information without fully detracting from character's voice. It seemed very natural and effortless; I could believe that Leo is a real person. I like you, Euclid. You're most definitely allowed to stay in this RP forever. I have a question, though: I like the backstory idea of Leo being a collector of Old World things, but after what happened to him, will that lifestyle be pushed to the back-burner? I don't imagine he'd get back to scavenging right away (he has to track down those bastards and slaughter them!), but it'd be interesting to read his adventures in dilapidated cities, looking for meaningless objects. It doesn't matter either way, I was just wondering about it. Welcome to the RP! Glad to have you!

Revenge wasn't an initial thought, but I'm definitely not against it. Just means better development for Leo; pushing the bounds of his humanity. I could put in an incentive for him to track them down; something of great personal value to him that he would fight to keep with him at all costs. In any case, thanks for having me!

Jazzy said
Euclid, I have a feeling Anthony would like Leopold, because Anthony's an old fart at 53 and will probably recognize just about anything Leopold finds. He'd be good at appraisal of things beyond Leo's time. God knows he needs a reminder of the good ol' days.

Should our characters ever cross paths, I suspect that would be pretty swell.

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I've decided to introduce Leopold Walsh, a collector of things from before it all went to hell.

Audio Record of L. Walsh

8/3/2019

It's my birthday today. I'm surprised I know that, given the state the world is in.

If you've found this tape, my name is Leopold Walsh, but you can call me Leo for short. I'm a... "collector", of sorts. I scour the land, searching for relics of a lost age; keepsakes of a bygone era. Pocketwatches, magazines, DVD cases, comic books, guns... even calendars. Probably how I know that today's my birthday. It's weird, right? Almost five years have passed and we're already in a different time. Everything's pretty much gone, and it's the remains of us that are left -- or maybe it's just me. Maybe, I'm the only one left.

Sorry. I tend to go off on a tangent, sometimes. Bit of an imagination, you could say, but not too far off from the reality we face. My items, right. That's where I was going with this whole thing. I've faced my fair share of conflict; did battle with bandits and the like who wanted my stuff, but I fought and I fought well. By now, my body's got to be covered with scars. I don't know. I rarely check now.

38 years old. I'm 38 years old, and the years have not been kind. I don't even look the same as I used to. To be honest with you, I never thought I'd last this long. I'm not really talking about now; just before it all went down. I wasn't happy with who I was, where I was. Working dead-end jobs to make things meet, only to go home and sleep in a bed with someone who never really loved me. She's dead, now. A fitting end to her lie? I don't think it was. I never wished death on her. Just wished she was honest. I wasted time that could have been better spent doing...

Ugh. Sorry. Tangent again, hah. Keep it together, Leo.

When all of this is over... IF all of this ends, I plan to open my own museum. It'll be small, yeah, but full of nostalgia. I want people to remember that we had a life before this. Even if they do remember, they still need to be reminded of the progress we made. We've done so much for ourselves. It's not outside the realm of possibility for us to do it again.

I can hear them again. The loud screams, the growling. Those monsters. They're getting clos--

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10/26/2019

I found a picture of a family today. Man, woman, two kids. They looked so happy. I wonder what happened to them.

My family was nothing like theirs. My mother and father constantly fought. If it wasn't the bills, it was the infidelity. If not that, then it was me. I don't know where along the road when I started becoming a problem to them, but I was old enough to realize that when they talked about me, it hurt. Okay, so maybe, I wasn't that great of a kid. I had my share of problems. Couldn't focus on things the way others could. I was lost in my imagination. In truth, it was a better place to be. From time to time, it still is; just less so, as being caught off guard now can get you killed.

The divorce was especially hard to take. Pops' infidelity caught up with him, and Mom wasn't having it. It was tumultuous. Possessions halved, custody battles, seeing Dad with that girl. I couldn't understand it at first; was kinda hazy and really fast. Next thing I knew, I was with another relative. Didn't see Mom or Dad for a while. I learned later that she killed herself and he... just disappeared for good. Aunt Hazel was kind to me; the closest representation to a parent that I could actually find, but she's gone now. Rest easy, auntie.

By the time she died, I moved out, ready to pace the world on my own. At least, I thought so. Didn't have money, and the job I worked paid very little. Toss that on top of college debt, and it's a recipe for homelessness. By chance, I had grown fond of another student. Jenna Carter, straight-laced good girl. Our relationship was good for a while. We were in love, but it started to dwindle as the years went by. We got married, but I was still in debt, so we never had that much money. I kept piling on jobs in hopes of clearing the debt. I laugh about it now. All I had to do was wait. The apocalypse would take care of it for me.

Jenna? She and I divorced. She didn't take anything. "Nothing of value," she said. That hurt a lot more than I thought it would. She didn't value anything about our relationship. Or maybe she did, but just lost heart. The last I heard, she was killed somewhere near Ventura, California. Long time ago, towards the start of the outbreak, it seems. I survived, but barely.

And now, I'm holding onto this picture. I could put it in the museum. A remembrance of happiness. Yeah, that sounds pretty good.

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1/30/2020

Gone. All of it, gone.

I don't know how it happened. It was a blur. I saw this girl on the side of the road, bawling her eyes out. I walked up to her, wanted to see what was wrong, and got ambushed. They started rummaging through my things. MY things. That was all mine. I worked hard for everything I collected. I stared down the barrel of a gun into the toothless face of a bandit as they picked and threw everything everywhere. When they were done, they were going to kill me. If it wasn't for the horde of infected that showed up, I might have been another bloodstain on the road. I picked myself up and I ran amidst the chaos. The bandits were too busy with the horde to deal with me. By the time it was over, I was a ghost.

But... everything is gone. I've got a calendar, a revolver, and this recorder. Everything else is left to the wind.

I shouldn't have helped. I should have shot her. Never again. I'll never let myself trust like that again.

Time to start over.

What Are You Listening To?

From Sweden, with love.

Because their album just came out last month, and this is a solid song.

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I've actually seen this in its running quite a few times, and each time I was amazed by how developed it was. I'd officially like to sign on for this and take the time to really read up on everything that's been going on in this story.

Roulette - Interest Check

Let's cut to the chase. This will have mature content.

You and I are locked in a room with each other; no memory how we got there, and no knowledge of who the other person is. There's a revolver laying on a table. It has one bullet, nestled in one of six chambers. There's a one-in-six chance that either of us will die, and the only way we leave is if one of us ends up dead. However, we must abide by the rules, as someone is watching; waiting to see us make our moves.

If one of us is killed by anything other than the gun, both of us will die.

If one of us pulls the trigger twice in a row, both of us will die.

We do not have to play the game, but there will be no escape if done this way.

Only one of us may leave the room alive.

If you're unfamiliar with the rules of Russian Roulette, allow me to educate you.

We start with a revolver and one bullet. During the start of the game, one spins the cylinder and lets it come to a full rest without checking where the bullet ends up. After doing so, they can choose to either aim at their opponent or themselves, and pull the trigger just once. If nothing happens, turn passes to the next person, who repeats the process. Standard practices allow for an extra bullet to be added after a full cycle or two to increase the odds of someone dying; that will not be the case for this game.

For this process, we will be using a random number generator to choose the slot in the cylinder to be fired (as well as who will be the target of the attempted shot), which you can find here. Because of this, the game can end at practically any time. Take into account that this will only be used when the process explained above is in play. For the most part, this game is about human interaction; an emulation on the will to survive and sacrifice, altruism, desperation, companionship, and acceptance, among other things.

Because of the premise, there will be no character sheet, as we will learn and develop information on the fly, as if our characters truly have no knowledge of each other. I hope that's cool with you.

If you're interested, PM me. I likely won't be checking the thread. I look forward to your participation.

Expiration Date: A Discussion

TheMadAsshatter said
Man, I used to be big on infinity-universe, but since that hasn't shown much progress in the last two years, this looks a lot more promising, and also quite a bit more refined.I do have one question, since I couldn't quite tell from the gameplay. Are the planets going to be 1:1 scale, or will they be downsized like in KSP or Evochron Mercenary?

Murray himself said that a good chunk of the planets are "planet-sized".

"It's like taking a million people and putting them on a planet the size of Earth. They could play the entire game scouring the whole planet, and still probably won't find everything."

Boredom Needs a Hype Man

D&D would be fun, if I knew how to play and had some local chums to play it with.

Boredom Needs a Hype Man

But I'll go back to being bored. That's no fun. :(