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I'm sorry, you've reached his personal secretary, Department of Shrubbery, Floor 64, Desk 1024. How can we help you today?
8 mos ago
Or buy a van or a used rental truck. Something nobody would look twice at. You can put in a rack for the rope, duct tape, plastic sheeting, shovels....
8 mos ago
Never trust a car salesman - especially a used car salesman. Have a buddy park across the street and see how many stuffed body bags you can shove in there. Gotta have room for plastic sheeting, etc.
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9 mos ago
Neil Gaiman wrote in his Good Omens bio that he likes it when fans send him $50. (He read Terry Pratchett's bio and figured it wouldn't hurt.)
9 mos ago
"Hack the planet!" is the movie Hackers playing with a teenaged Laura Croft and Sherlock Holmes battling the skateboarding Fisher Stevens?
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Bio
I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
"We've got what *koff*, an hour of sunlight left," Jase managed, his breathing still a little ragged, "so we're not going to see anything in that forest shortly after the sun goes down. And since we know there's at least one thing out there that's hunting humans, this means we need shelter for the night. I vote for the cave - maybe we can spot the bird when it leaves its nest."
It had to have a big nest, he felt sure.
"I'm going to guess there were more than just the four of us who got i-sek-kee'd off of that plane, so it stands to reason that we're here to do something. What, I've not a clue. I'm going to guess there was more back in that cave than the stone flute, so let's head back to the cave and while someone stands watch, two of us are going to search that cave thoroughly to see what else we might have missed."
Assuming he was right, what was up with all the secrecy? Why couldn't have someone just tell them outright what they were supposed to do here, give them proper supplies than just this knife he had?
"Maybe the flute the knight has does something," he added. "Now might be a good time for them to try it.
What a weird diagnostic test. Was this supposed to be a field check?
Pulling out a cord from one of her secure ports, Niner connected to the terminal, and dove in, her focus on gaining access. The system was older, unpatched in ages, unable to put up much of a fight against her skills to hack into more powerful systems than this.
Niner would have smiled, if she knew what a smile was.
The file, however, proved to be a greater challenge. It was corrupted, fragmented. Without the processing power of the other braincells, it would be difficult to recover the file quickly. Especially with the encryption. It felt it was a set of recordings recovered from a backup.
"Did this come from a dead drop?" she asked, pulling herself just enough outside to glance back at Dex, her face still bland. "This file is too corrupted to be read at this time. Without the other braincells, I will need time to process the recovery of the data."
"My memories of my time on the Farm are indexed," she added, tilting her head slightly, "And many of my memories from the Nursery from before I was decanted and afterward. May I ask what you wish to show me?"
Challenges: Hack the terminal, difficulty zero, Fantastic result +6. Memory Recovery, difficulty 2, Fair result +2.
Name. Name? A frown so faint that it might have been imagined teased the left corner of her mouth. Was this a diagnostic check?
"My designation is niner-six-wun-six-niner," Niner replies, looking up at Dex. "The Brain was to penetrate the security of target Alpha-Zero-Wun-Ait-Tree without triggering the Black Intrusion Countermeasure Electronics, and this cell was to extract file Bravo-Zulu-zero-zero-zero-wun. Extraction was at fow-er-too percent when I was removed offline. Without extraction, the intrusion countermeasure electronics would have come back on line within too-wun seconds."
Niner tilted her head. "I do not hear the Brain, I do not hear the cells.... Why?" her voice wobbled for a moment. "Why am I offline?"
Name: Niner Gender: Female Refresh: 3 Description: This serious young woman makes you think of an industrious ant. She has large black eyes that are like two drops of oil. Her luxurious, straight, coffee-colored hair is worn as a pixie cut (it hasn’t grown out much).. She is short and has an elegant build. Her skin is china white. A red number 9 is tattooed on her shoulders, and there's four cybernetic neural ports on the back of her neck. She has high cheekbones. Her wardrobe looks like it came from a sketchy lost & found bin.
She's sometimes referred to as reserved, others call her an ice queen. The truth is she's unused to emotion or expression, so appears unfazed by what's going on around her. In truth, strong emotions confuse her.
Approaches:
Good (+3) at: Sneaky - when trying to bypass security of a corporate network without triggering Black ICE.
Fair (+2) at: Clever - good at puzzles and 3d games
Average (+1) at: Quickly - when she need to react to some task
Mediocre (+0) at: Force - cut off from her array, she is now… One.
Aspects:
High Concept: 9th generation cloned biologic component of an illegal living processing array - a "brain cell" - who was rescued from it.
Trouble: The Silence, isolation
Want: To Understand Humans
Relationship: Alone
Extra:Four high-security data ports on the back of her neck.
Stunts:
Because I am a Ex Processing Node, I can gain a +2 when Carefully Attacking when hacking or otherwise digitally manipulating a system.
Because I am at Home in the Extranet, once per session/chapter I can state I digitally found something that could help me solve a problem (or automatically Succeed with Style when Creating an Advantage during opposition).
Trivia:
An interest in historical dramas
Writing Sample:
Movement.
A fist, pounding on glass, the sound booming. Someone is hammering on a glass wall in front of me and yelling something but it’s so hard to hear. I draw breath, dimly aware of the cold fluid filling my lungs and yet I can still breathe. It had frightened me before…
…the voices in my head clamor, demanding my attention. So many voices, so many things to do. Calculations fill my head, bits of conversation all around me, droning on….
Movement again. Two people arguing and waving at me…. Voices calling me back…. Numbers flash in front of me, line after line and it’s my voice as part of the rest, chanting numbers into the darkness….
Breaking glass and pressure that had been a part of me for so long falling away while the voices in my head scream shrilly as I sag limply, held in something. A hand slaps me but there’s still fluid in my lungs and there’s no more air… I can feel the liquid in the back of my throat but only a little spills out and my lungs are so heavy and there’s no more air….
..and suddenly I’m free, gravity pulling me to the ground and I convulse, spewing liquid from my lungs in sudden silence onto the cold tile floor. I manage to gasp and a little air gets inside me, I can breathe…!
“Is she ok?”
“I don’t know,” someone snaps, “I’ve never ripped anyone out of something like that before!”
Things are being pulled off of me, out of me – and then someone rolls me over onto my back, leaving me staring up at a blurry light. A shadowy figure leans over me as I cough and shiver.
“What’s wrong? Is she dying?”
“She’s cold! You do your job and let me do mine, alright?”
“Tara? Can you understand me?” Fingers pry open my eyelids and I stare back at the blurry. “We’re here to rescue you – do you understand?”
Rescue? Tara?
My left cheek stings hotly again. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he says again, loudly. I manage to nod, drawing my arms across my chest. Hand sit me up, then wrap me in something dry and warm before hoisting up and over a shoulder, giving me a strange view of the floor.
“Do you think you should carry her like that…”
“We don’t have time for this! She’ll survive. We won’t if we don’t get going!”
Someone opened a door, letting in the acrid smell of smoke and the sound of alarm and scared people.
“This way,” someone said, as I bounced on my rescuer’s shoulder and stared vacantly at the dense beige carpet and a pair of heels in motion. Another doorway slammed open and carpet gave way to dim light glinting off of concrete stairs – and then there was grass.
“I got a serious trauma, I got to get to my rig!” my rescuer yelled, the grass twisting around dizzyingly, then hands lifted me off his shoulder and onto a soft bed. Faces half-familiar leaned over me as they tightened straps over my body and I was lifted into the back of a waiting ambulance. Doors slammed and someone next to me said, “Let’s get going before they realize!”
“What… going on?” I managed as we lurched into motion. “It’s ok Tara, you’re out of there.” “Out of where?” “Is something wrong with her?” “Naw,” my rescuer snorted from somewhere up front. “She’s just confused. Sorry little lady, but we just pulled you out of the Internet. Your employer was using your brain for a server.”
As the giant bird lurched into motion, Jase desperately tried to cling to the beast, but was flung off. Fortunately, he managed to hold onto his blade, now bloody from the bird.
The landing knocked the air out of his lungs. Jase struggled silently for a moment, black dots filling his vision when he managed to draw in a small gasp of air. Exhaling, he was able to draw in lungs full, then launched into a coughing jag. As it passed, he laid there, focused for the moment on himself, on breathing.
He was definitely too old for this, no matter how young he looked on the outside now.
Jase fumbled for a moment, then managed to push himself upright. "Where's... our knight?" he managed to wheeze, not seeing her or the bird.
...The bird had her, he reaized. Somebody really wanted them to walk into the woods. But he wasn't going to do much with just this blade.
Massive cables anchor the floating college town of Caltek to the shore that was once known as Pasadena. To get to the city, one must ride a "cable car" that moves inside the massive cables, but one must have either a Caltek medallion or a curious document known as an "Acceptance Letter."
It is said many hope to become professors and gain permanent residency status know as "tenure." Those that fail find themselve exiled to the surface.
As to how Caltek stays suspended in the air, it's whispered to be the result of contragravity generators. Few on the island or below seem to understand it, leading to doomsday whispers of "the big splash."
This is a bar in the remains of Old Pasadena, said to be the unofficial watering hole for those expelled by Caltek. The walls are covered with chalkboards and many formulas and equations, chief among them the enimatic e=mc².
Name: Niner Gender: Female Refresh: 3 Description: This serious young woman makes you think of an industrious ant. She has large black eyes that are like two drops of oil. Her luxurious, straight, coffee-colored hair is worn as a pixie cut (it hasn’t grown out much).. She is short and has an elegant build. Her skin is china white. A red number 9 is tattooed on her shoulders, and there's four cybernetic neural ports on the back of her neck. She has high cheekbones. Her wardrobe looks like it came from a sketchy lost & found bin.
She's sometimes referred to as reserved, others call her an ice queen. The truth is she's unused to emotion or expression, so appears unfazed by what's going on around her. In truth, strong emotions confuse her.
Approaches:
Good (+3) at: Sneaky - when trying to bypass security of a corporate network without triggering Black ICE.
Fair (+2) at: Clever - good at puzzles and 3d games
Average (+1) at: Quickly - when she need to react to some task
Mediocre (+0) at: Force - cut off from her array, she is now… One.
Aspects:
High Concept: 9th generation cloned biologic component of an illegal living processing array - a "brain cell" - who was rescued from it.
Trouble: The Silence, isolation
Want: To Understand Humans
Relationship: Alone
Extra:Four high-security data ports on the back of her neck.
Stunts:
Trivia:
Writing Sample:
Movement.
A fist, pounding on glass, the sound booming. Someone is hammering on a glass wall in front of me and yelling something but it’s so hard to hear. I draw breath, dimly aware of the cold fluid filling my lungs and yet I can still breathe. It had frightened me before…
…the voices in my head clamor, demanding my attention. So many voices, so many things to do. Calculations fill my head, bits of conversation all around me, droning on….
Movement again. Two people arguing and waving at me…. Voices calling me back…. Numbers flash in front of me, line after line and it’s my voice as part of the rest, chanting numbers into the darkness….
Breaking glass and pressure that had been a part of me for so long falling away while the voices in my head scream shrilly as I sag limply, held in something. A hand slaps me but there’s still fluid in my lungs and there’s no more air… I can feel the liquid in the back of my throat but only a little spills out and my lungs are so heavy and there’s no more air….
..and suddenly I’m free, gravity pulling me to the ground and I convulse, spewing liquid from my lungs in sudden silence onto the cold tile floor. I manage to gasp and a little air gets inside me, I can breathe…!
“Is she ok?”
“I don’t know,” someone snaps, “I’ve never ripped anyone out of something like that before!”
Things are being pulled off of me, out of me – and then someone rolls me over onto my back, leaving me staring up at a blurry light. A shadowy figure leans over me as I cough and shiver.
“What’s wrong? Is she dying?”
“She’s cold! You do your job and let me do mine, alright?”
“Tara? Can you understand me?” Fingers pry open my eyelids and I stare back at the blurry. “We’re here to rescue you – do you understand?”
Rescue? Tara?
My left cheek stings hotly again. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he says again, loudly. I manage to nod, drawing my arms across my chest. Hand sit me up, then wrap me in something dry and warm before hoisting up and over a shoulder, giving me a strange view of the floor.
“Do you think you should carry her like that…”
“We don’t have time for this! She’ll survive. We won’t if we don’t get going!”
Someone opened a door, letting in the acrid smell of smoke and the sound of alarm and scared people.
“This way,” someone said, as I bounced on my rescuer’s shoulder and stared vacantly at the dense beige carpet and a pair of heels in motion. Another doorway slammed open and carpet gave way to dim light glinting off of concrete stairs – and then there was grass.
“I got a serious trauma, I got to get to my rig!” my rescuer yelled, the grass twisting around dizzyingly, then hands lifted me off his shoulder and onto a soft bed. Faces half-familiar leaned over me as they tightened straps over my body and I was lifted into the back of a waiting ambulance. Doors slammed and someone next to me said, “Let’s get going before they realize!”
“What… going on?” I managed as we lurched into motion. “It’s ok Tara, you’re out of there.” “Out of where?” “Is something wrong with her?” “Naw,” my rescuer snorted from somewhere up front. “She’s just confused. Sorry little lady, but we just pulled you out of the Internet. Your employer was using your brain for a server.”
“Who is Tara?” I asked, shivering.
My writing sample is from a story I wrote a while back. Still working out some of this. Do you recommend an artist?
This man makes you think of a clockwork mechanism. His right eye is blue, while there's a knife scar running down from his left eyebrow to his cheek, giving him a clouded eye and a permanent smirk. His thick, straight, midnight black hair is worn in a style that reminds you of a rocky outcropping. He is tall and has a wide-chested build. His skin is tanned. His wardrobe is classy, very business-type.
His injury came from one of the scavengers who lived in Old Town. Justin had come up from behind and when he touched their shoulder, they reacted by turning and slashing downward, cutting the mayor's face.
@Expendable Does this town have a name? And do you have an idea of where it is?
Ruin City is its current name. It's in what used to be Nevada, but it's northwest of Las Vegas. Could be Carson, could be Reno, or some unincorporated town that isn't on most maps. The shakes did a lot of damage to roads and road signs - the city itself may have shifted somewhat. It's been a long while since anyone said the original name.
I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmKRgqWGrWc]anime music videos[/url].
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien. <br><br>Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.<br><br>Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"<br><br>Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmKRgqWGrWc">anime music videos</a>.<br><br>Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.</div>
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