DionDid the teachers get the powers from the same event or did they get them differently?
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The irony of someone telling other people they have nothing better to do when they write on a roleplaying forum is not lost on me
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Oh don't worry they're just terrorist sleeper cells LUL
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I’ve worked min wage jobs and I’ve done the bare minimum and have still gotten the measly ten cent raises yearly and good references from them. There really is no point, bare minimum gets you by.
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If this gets some more interest, I'll get working on an OOC
I always love a good supernatural Rp that has you working in a army. Reminds me of an Rp I was in... Anyway I'd like to join.
You'd be welcome to join.
Interested in this.
What would be the posting requirements? And also, age range?
Proper grammar and spelling would be a given.
Two to three sentences minimum per post, but I'd love if you exceeded that limit.
Age is mostly flexible, though I'd prefer if most characters were 18 or older.
No Escape: Death Sentence
“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown”- H.P. Lovecraft
How would the world be if supernaturals existed?
The day humanity found out supernaturals existed, anarchy ensued. One little announcement set the world on fire. Scientists had clear, concrete evidence of supernatural beings. They could have been your neighbor, friend, teacher, boss, janitor. Exaggerations of the damage supernaturals occurred were all over media, who were more than happy to prey on the insecurities of the people.
To make matters worse, Many supernaturals decided to become radicals, terrorists, some in part to gain rights and security, others simply wished to partake in the chaos and murder. For another four years, there would be a period of civil unrest. Public executions became the norm for both the supernaturals and so called vigilantes.
The United Nations, after this period of unrest, enacted a new agency to specifically deal with the supernatural threat.
UNASC: The United Nations Anti-Supernatural Coalition.
With some of the most advanced technology available, UNASC has brought back the peace. There are still vigilante groups and supernatural terrorists, but they have lost much influence and power.
Any and all supernaturals are sent to UNASC. And behind closed doors, they are treated like dirt. Many die from science experiments, others die being a human punching bag or target practice, and some are simply tortured for the hell of it.
But unlike most of the poor bastards in this containment facility, you have been given one single, solitary chance. You are one of the lucky ones.
The Proposal: Become part of a kill squad for UNASC for a year. At the end of the year, you will be set free, with a new identity, money, and property.
You, of course, accept. Welcome to your death sentence...
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This RP will be based around a UNASC Kill Squad- Basically, you will be doing much of the UNASC's dirty work. While they will be mostly doing menial work, you do not have to have a power that is directly combat based- I will allow a sort of logistics crew, which will avoid direct combat. There will be lulls and breaks between missions, where character interaction will take a major part in.
More info to come if there is enough interest. Feel free to ask questions.
Note-This RP was partly inspired by an old rp I participated in. It keeps part of the of the title as a result.
It was supposed to be simple. Get into the house, prove it was just superstition, and get out the next day. I mean, come on, no one really believed the stories.
But here Joseph was, possibly about to be killed by the supposed fake ghost that was not supposed to exist. Now, it could have been a prank, but no. Pranks were never this elaborate. And Joseph was pretty sure most of his friends weren’t CGI experts so that pretty much killed the idea, since he saw that little girl disappear in front of his eyes.
Yes, it was the real fucking thing. And it was still capable of killing him, ghost or not. He had already tried to pry open one of the windows, as it was how he had gotten in anyway, but Joseph found all the windows were locked. The doors probably were too, and he wasn’t taking any chances of going through the front door with those bloody words all over it. Screamed trap if he had ever seen one.
Best bet was to hide, try to buy time until he found a way out.
He found himself panicking, turning off his flashlight at every sound and odd shadow. Yeah, Joseph had played all the horror games and horror movies. It was a joke, but it didn’t seem as funny when he seemed to be in the same situation himself. Joseph remembered all the gruesome death scenes those horror games had, and while he was in deep thought, Joseph dropped his flashlight, and it echoed throughout the house.
"Shit..."
Joseph quickly picked it up and headed to the second floor. If anything, there was probably more hiding spots up top, as most two story houses had the bathrooms and bedrooms on the second floor. Maybe he could lock himself in the bathroom until it all blew over, although seeing as the girl was a ghost of some kind doing that probably just meant he'd trap himself in a confined area with the vengeful ghost. Joseph crept up the stairs, hoping the echo hadn't tipped off the ghost. It probably did, but a man could hope.
Joseph checked his gear one more time as he prepared for his trip to the Academy of The Arcane Artes. His previous year had been nothing like the years before, and part of him was glad he had actually survived. Many of his classmates did not. It was to be expected. Even in well coordinated fireteams, with the best students and gear, it was not uncommon for a squad to be annihilated to the last man. A true trial by fire, as the Academy wanted the best to advance to the next year. No baby sitting, you learned on the job. And if you didn’t, well, you were dead.
Joseph had thought he was ready for combat long before, but training was completely different from the real thing. You fuck up once in training, you get yelled at and possibly disciplined. In the Black Gale, you make a mistake and you die. If you’re lucky, you just lose a limb or two. Many of his friends died during incursions into the Black Gale. Another day, more dead. Joseph tried to look on the bright side of things. Perhaps maybe a certain someone had died as well, who probably deserved it, but as such that person lived, which soured his mood further.
But life moves on.
If he lived past his fourth year, Joseph would be just a mere step from becoming a fully fledged gatekeeper. A shrill cry outside interrupted his thoughts and signaled his ride was here. Stepping out of his humble abode, Joseph gave the griffon a friendly pat as he jumped onto it’s back.
A while later, and he was at the Academy. As usual, the first years were crashing or making less than elegant landings. But it was to be expected. Joseph’s first landing didn’t exactly go as planned either, as he had fell off and skidded a good five feet before something. But he learned from his mistakes- It was better to let the griffon decide to land than trying to rush it along. His griffon landed gently onto the academy and lowered itself to allow Joseph off.
He was late, but he knew the routine already. Joseph would have to get to the main hall at once, which he did promptly. No need to waste time gawking at botched landings.
I'll get a post up sometime today.
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