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Writer and lover of writing, the written word is the best way for me to communicate for the words from the tongue may fail me.
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Somehow, Humanity’s done it. After all the pain, all the disaster, and all the millennia of what seemed like meaningless suffering, humanity has finally reached the apex of its scientific development.
After the Nuclear Wars of 2045, the Reanimating Plague of 3001, the machine uprising of 3521, the Natural Redevelopment of 3821; humanity has pushed passed the numerous times it has been beaten down. They escaped the solar system, found ways of sustaining themselves on Mars and other planets, and their technology has only improved astronomically after friendly relations with extra terrestrial races.
Humans are the best they have ever been. Cybernetic implants and augmentation has never been safer; genetic modification has been revealed to be capable of curing chronic ailments that plagued humans for generations. Mech and Mecha have been developed in case it ever comes to interplanetary warfare with the far out galaxies that the United Galaxies fear. Even alien modification and symbiotic relationships with specific humans have proven beneficial.
Basically every Science Fiction novel you’ve ever read as a child has been achieved and more. Which leads into what is happening now.
In the Year 4040, tests have been sent out, and it has been discovered that earth’s radiation levels have finally faded away. The planet is ready for The RCD – Reorienting Climate Device to fix it and return Earth to the great planet it used to be. Sure, the planet itself has not forgotten the wounds inflicted upon it. Memories of warfare and survival cling to the planet like a moth-eaten curtain, but that can be fixed in time. Using the old New York as their base of operations (due to the number of buildings still standing and the admiration that history has for this cultural centre), the Human Union has sent a large group of humans and aliens alike back to Earth to be the First Recolonists. People of all kinds – from galactic royalty to reformed criminals to genius scientists – have boarded the three shuttles of several thousand people who are returning to re-establish culture and identity in this New City.
Or, maybe its for shadier purposes. Regardless of the developments made, no era is perfect, nor person free of sin. Several Cyberpunks believe that this government is just as corrupt as others, hiding things from the public eye and keeping secrets from its citizens. Perhaps some of these dangerous forces from years of old are waiting in the shadows to re-emerge.
With a device that can alter climate, New York has definitely become bright in the public eye recently. Others are admiring Earth for the work it put in to make this possible, while others want it for their own nefarious purposes.
Maybe you worry about that, maybe you don’t. There’s a city to be rebuilt after all, with plenty of opportunity to be shared between the Recolonists of the city.
With that, our sandbox is filled, and many roles available. Are you a human, alien, sentient machine, or something in the middle? What do you want to make of your time on this planet? Work with the device? Make a restaurant or start business? Maybe something else? New York 2.0 is your oyster for anything to happen in all your sci-fi dreams.
This is the Apex for humanity. Either we continue to soar higher, or plummet off the edge.
This is A Sci-Fi sandbox where anything goes and any possibility can become a story line. Feel free to explore, engage, and shape the world of New York 2.0.
Rules and Regulations:
1.Typical Guild regulations and other normal rules apply (railroading, godmodding, metagaming, etc.)
2.Try to have two or more paragraphs for post. Just so we can keep things moving.
3. This will be probably 14A or somewhere around there.
a. No explicit sex scenes, but violence will be allowed to some extents.
b. If you wish to explore a relationship more intimately, then feel free to explore that in PM if both sides are willing.
4.This is a pseudo-sandbox, so there are plenty of avenues to explore. Don’t be afraid to try new things.
5.GMs RedXCross and Write have final say where it matters.
6.If you have any questions or suggestions, do not be afraid to ask either GM.
7.HAVE FUN!!!
Amendment 1. MAXIMUM of 3 Characters. One focal point is preferable two multiple heads and a split focus. Exception is NPCs or super minor characters.
Austin’s arm was numb. As he started to wake, Austin noticed he was sleeping right on top of it. Pins and needles buzzed up his arm as the blurry grey background started to come back into focus. His whole body felt stiff and uncomfortable as he rolled into a sitting position on the dense mattress.
Just as he was regaining feeling in the one arm, sharp pain spiked up the other as his hand brushed the rough bandage on the other.
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath. His hand danced delicately over the edge of it as he finally realized what was going on.
Grey walls and trashed surroundings hit him like a sledgehammer as he shook his head. His eyes went shut.
Three… Two… One…
Okay, he thought to himself, Let’s recap. Physical… Two? Three? No, Two. It wasn’t too bad, just shocking. Mentally… Mentally he was fine. A little confused and disoriented, but that led more into his emotional score – about a three a four.
Things were fine right now. It could always get worse… but he needed to keep track of himself. Austin hadn’t done all that research into human psychology just to panic the first time he was thrown into an unusual situation. Handle what you could for now, then worry about what’s out of your control later.
He did a scan of the room, brushing messy hair out of his face before his eyes fell to the beat-up cardboard box in the centre of the room. It was frayed at the edges and dented in several places. There was even packing tape peeled at the edges as though it hadn’t been applied properly. Slowly, he stood up and walked at a slow gait in an attempt to get the blood flowing again through his stiff muscles. Hands found their way to the edges of the box before they tore at the cardboard to reveal the contents inside.
The soup got stacked to the side of the box, with the bottle of water next. At least survival wasn’t impossible. He didn’t feel like he needed it right now. Instead, his eyes went to the phone plastered to the next of the cardboard box.
Austin hesitated as it started to buzz. Carefully he removed it from the box, staring at the friendly text waiting for him.
Find your soulmate? Okay, Austin could admit he wasn’t doing to well in the love department recently, but this was pushing it to ridiculous lengths.
“Okay, is this some kind of prank?” He scoffed, staring around the edges of the room, “Alright guys, I know I haven’t been the best at hanging out recently, but this is a little absurd isn’t it?”
He expected some kind of response, yet nothing came. Austin scrambled for his own phone in his pocket, finding nothing it its stead.
All he had was this strange little phone with a small half-heart bauble and the strange smiley speaking message.
Just as he was about to step away, he turned back to the box, seeing there was still something hidden underneath a layer of thin fabric. He pulled it away.
His reaction ended with his back banging into the metal front of the ugly bed.
His eyes stared wide at the revolver. It stared back with a menacing gleam.
Who planted a gun in here? Where the hell did it come from. He’d never seen a gun before, but he approached with morbid curiosity.
A few fingers picked it up by the handle. A hand moved towards the trigger, but then it led down to the chambers of the revolver.
It was empty. Heck, most of them you couldn’t even load a bullet. Breath let out of his chest like a heavy weight release. He put the gun in the box, back with the soup and water as he pushed the cardboard box back under the bed. He might need it later, but it was too much to carry it around.
The phone took its normal spot in his back pocket as he looked up towards the door.
His only lead was finding his “soulmate”, whatever that meant. So carefully he opened the door and shut it behind him. He noticed a faded yellow “10” painted on the door. Another door was right across from him, and he heard loud footsteps moving off in the other direction. There wouldn’t be more leads until he could find more people, so he followed after the faceless feet.
“Hey,” he shouted, “Does anybody know what the hell is going on?”
Cool. I'll wait a little longer before posting an OOC, it is Christmas today and I'll be busy for most of today and tomorrow. I'm glad we're already gaining traction!
APEX
Somehow, Humanity’s done it. After all the pain, all the disaster, and all the millennia of what seemed like meaningless suffering, humanity has finally reached the 8apex of its scientific development.
After the Nuclear Wars of 2045, the Reanimating Plague of 3001, the machine uprising of 3521, the Natural Redevelopment of 3821; humanity has pushed passed the numerous times it has been beaten down. They escaped the solar system, found ways of sustaining themselves on Mars and other planets, and their technology has only improved astronomically after friendly relations with extra terrestrial races.
Humans are the best they have ever been. Cybernetic implants and augmentation has never been safer; genetic modification has been revealed to be capable of curing chronic ailments that plagued humans for generations. Mech and Mecha have been developed in case it ever comes to interplanetary warfare with the far out galaxies that the United Galaxies fear. Even alien modification and symbiotic relationships with specific humans have proven beneficial.
Basically every Science Fiction novel you’ve ever read as a child has been achieved and more. Which leads into what is happening now.
In the Year 4040, tests have been sent out, and it has been discovered that earth’s radiation levels have finally faded away. The planet is ready for The RCD – Reorienting Climate Device to fix it and return Earth to the great planet it used to be. Sure, the planet itself has not forgotten the wounds inflicted upon it. Memories of warfare and survival cling to the planet like a moth-eaten curtain, but that can be fixed in time. Using the old New York as their base of operations (due to the number of buildings still standing and the admiration that history has for this cultural centre), the Human Union has sent a large group of humans and aliens alike back to Earth to be the First Recolonists. People of all kinds – from galactic royalty to reformed criminals to genius scientists – have boarded the three shuttles of several thousand people who are returning to re-establish culture and identity in this New City.
Or, maybe its for shadier purposes. Regardless of the developments made, no era is perfect, nor person free of sin. Several Cyberpunks believe that this government is just as corrupt as others, hiding things from the public eye and keeping secrets from its citizens. Perhaps some of these dangerous forces from years of old are waiting in the shadows to re-emerge.
With a device that can alter climate, New York has definitely become bright in the public eye recently. Others are admiring Earth for the work it put in to make this possible, while others want it for their own nefarious purposes.
Maybe you worry about that, maybe you don’t. There’s a city to be rebuilt after all, with plenty of opportunity to be shared between the Recolonists of the city.
With that, our sandbox is filled, and many roles available. Are you a human, alien, sentient machine, or something in the middle? What do you want to make of your time on this planet? Work with the device? Make a restaurant or start business? Maybe something else? New York 2.0 is your oyster for anything to happen in all your sci-fi dreams.
This is the Apex for humanity. Either we continue to soar higher, or plummet off the edge.
If you have questions, message @RedXCross or @Write.
I agree with @Diggerton. Currently there's only really a stock character to understand. We cannot understand how your character grows and changes unless we get a brief understanding of where they started.
Otherwise he feels faceless. Its hard to form a connection with a faceless character.
Otherwise he feels faceless. Its hard to form a connection with a faceless character.
Name: Austin Reid
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink
Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance.
He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out.
At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure.
Also he’s a pretty serious flirt.
Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people.
His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it.
That has not been achieved quite yet.
Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible.
It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last.
Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure.
Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to.
Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
Just one more.
One more mission, and Big Brother could die and West could move away from this life once and for all. Sure, the mission was massive with numerous components and multiple targets, but the men behind the static screen on his monitor assured him that this was all he needed to do to finally return to the life he once desired.
He rubbed at his eyes. Heavy shadows drooped down his face as he took another sip of the bitter coffee next to him on a lonely park bench. His computer was alive. A portable drive stuck out the side extended his wireless range as he sifted through files once more to access the information hidden to him. He’d always prided himself on his research. Writing essays was a breeze in college when he could easily craft decisive theses from all of the work that he’d done.
The Coyote and Big Brother had less “appropriate” methods unfortunately. Searching the Darknet proved there were people willing to do anything for the right amount of cash, including delivering the right information. Or, he could just access the network himself.
Coding may not have been his speciality, but it was just one of many shady behaviours he had to pick up. He kidnapped people for a living, for Christ’s sake.
His first target had already been planned. Finding the first source was simple enough. With this star children coded as “geniuses” to the public eye, they usually could be found with some level of press surrounding them. This became even easier in the realm of social media. People always had something to say about anything.
West didn’t engage in discourse that way. It tarnished the information for what it was. Sure, he had is own opinions but those he kept to himself. Becoming Big Brother meant becoming cautious to the world around you, and that included simple conversations on random forum pages. God knows who could find him if they followed the same channels he did. The strange crime group that hired him even made it easy for him by handing him a list of names.
Too many jobs started with “the son of so-and-so” or other vague ideas that he usually had to figure out.
For now, the first member on the list of people he was supposed to take out was a stereotypical unmotivated genius, if the news tabloids were to be believed. Even as he sipped his coffee he could see the tops of buildings at the prestigious Cornell institute. He’d been stalking around the university for a few days now, posing as a potential PHD student. That could explain why he looked so paranoid and deprived all the time. Ultimately, however, he was doing it to understand this girl’s schedule. People were surprisingly willing to blab about it too.
A student in one class, another from their floor in residence.
His net had been laid out, now all that was left was to go in for the capture.
The organization stressed that they wanted these Star Children alive, which wasn’t a problem for him. The gun in the inside pocket of his long jacket was more a precaution of the crime world than anything else.
No. All he would need is the right drug in the right syringe, the right pills in the right cup, or, in the worst case, a stun baton right where it hurt.
He closed his laptop quietly after memorizing the room number and residence name. That took a little bit of cracking, but hopefully it wouldn’t leave a trail.
His paranoia made it essential in his brain to remain safe. Even as he walked towards the residence at a brisk pace with a heavy book under his arm, he repeated his mantra under his breath.
“You’re Big Brother. You watch everyone. But everyone’s watching you too.”
Emma Roche was the first name on his list, and while he’d been slowly twisting his web around the necks of the others, Roche would be the first one fed to this spider.
Big Brother’s final hope for freedom fell into this last case.
One more mission, and Big Brother could die and West could move away from this life once and for all. Sure, the mission was massive with numerous components and multiple targets, but the men behind the static screen on his monitor assured him that this was all he needed to do to finally return to the life he once desired.
He rubbed at his eyes. Heavy shadows drooped down his face as he took another sip of the bitter coffee next to him on a lonely park bench. His computer was alive. A portable drive stuck out the side extended his wireless range as he sifted through files once more to access the information hidden to him. He’d always prided himself on his research. Writing essays was a breeze in college when he could easily craft decisive theses from all of the work that he’d done.
The Coyote and Big Brother had less “appropriate” methods unfortunately. Searching the Darknet proved there were people willing to do anything for the right amount of cash, including delivering the right information. Or, he could just access the network himself.
Coding may not have been his speciality, but it was just one of many shady behaviours he had to pick up. He kidnapped people for a living, for Christ’s sake.
His first target had already been planned. Finding the first source was simple enough. With this star children coded as “geniuses” to the public eye, they usually could be found with some level of press surrounding them. This became even easier in the realm of social media. People always had something to say about anything.
West didn’t engage in discourse that way. It tarnished the information for what it was. Sure, he had is own opinions but those he kept to himself. Becoming Big Brother meant becoming cautious to the world around you, and that included simple conversations on random forum pages. God knows who could find him if they followed the same channels he did. The strange crime group that hired him even made it easy for him by handing him a list of names.
Too many jobs started with “the son of so-and-so” or other vague ideas that he usually had to figure out.
For now, the first member on the list of people he was supposed to take out was a stereotypical unmotivated genius, if the news tabloids were to be believed. Even as he sipped his coffee he could see the tops of buildings at the prestigious Cornell institute. He’d been stalking around the university for a few days now, posing as a potential PHD student. That could explain why he looked so paranoid and deprived all the time. Ultimately, however, he was doing it to understand this girl’s schedule. People were surprisingly willing to blab about it too.
A student in one class, another from their floor in residence.
His net had been laid out, now all that was left was to go in for the capture.
The organization stressed that they wanted these Star Children alive, which wasn’t a problem for him. The gun in the inside pocket of his long jacket was more a precaution of the crime world than anything else.
No. All he would need is the right drug in the right syringe, the right pills in the right cup, or, in the worst case, a stun baton right where it hurt.
He closed his laptop quietly after memorizing the room number and residence name. That took a little bit of cracking, but hopefully it wouldn’t leave a trail.
His paranoia made it essential in his brain to remain safe. Even as he walked towards the residence at a brisk pace with a heavy book under his arm, he repeated his mantra under his breath.
“You’re Big Brother. You watch everyone. But everyone’s watching you too.”
Emma Roche was the first name on his list, and while he’d been slowly twisting his web around the necks of the others, Roche would be the first one fed to this spider.
Big Brother’s final hope for freedom fell into this last case.
Whoops here's a character I got this idea pretty quickly.
Name: Austin Reid
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink
Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance.
He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out.
At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure.
Also he’s a pretty serious flirt.
Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people.
His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it.
That has not been achieved quite yet.
Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible.
It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last.
Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure.
Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to.
Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
Name: Austin Reid
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short swept hair, and a tall, firm frame keep this man solid in a consistent stance. His shoulders aren’t too broad, nor his legs too thick. His pride is apparent on his stance, but he isn’t one to let it become apparent. He likes tighter t-shirts and jeans, and bright colours are definitely his style. In fact, a few layers of his hair are coloured in a vibrant pink
Personality: Austin is confident, but it comes in twofold. On one side he’s willing to admit he’s wrong and allow other people to take the lead because he’s confident in his own skills. On the other side, his pride can often get the best of him, especially when it relates to his talents. Otherwise he has a soft bravado with a quiet presence, as if denying the brightness, he tries to bring to his appearance.
He isn’t afraid of who he is. You either love him or hate him, trust him or deny him, but either way he doesn’t care. He trusts that he can handle whatever situation that’s thrown at him. If he can’t, then someone he knows should be able to figure it out.
At least until things get dangerous. His confidence takes a serious downfall if in the face of danger. Like his flirting style, any confidence behind his words stumble and fade away when challenged by someone else. He won’t run away, per se, but he can find the whole situation to be overwhelming pretty quickly and crack under the pressure.
Also he’s a pretty serious flirt.
Backstory: Being a Psych major with a serious passion for his field, Austin grew up spending a lot of his time understanding people. He’d read up almost any book he could find on the subject, or books based on romance and friendships. Novels were something he’d spend every free hour consuming until he started becoming friends with people.
His priorities were always pretty straight. First focus on becoming a therapist, then on relationships, then reading. It was around high school age that romantic relationships entered that cycle. He’d end up with many relationships with many different people, but end up breaking them off a month or two later. He searched for the “perfect” relationship, believing that somewhere in all of his empathy and research he would be able to find it.
That has not been achieved quite yet.
Currently in the throes of his third year of school, romantic relationships needed to take a backseat for the work he was doing, involving plenty of extra credit doing research for numerous psychology professors. He was going to be one of the best therapists, and that meant he needed to do as much work as possible.
It was some research into old case files at a ghostly asylum that he remembered reading last.
Talents: Austin is a master of empathy, and he’s very good at judging current emotions or sanity levels in other people just by looking at them or sharing a short conversation. He can read and speak in most languages, although he sticks to English mostly (thanks to a lot of time spent wanting to understand books of various different languages). Austin’s an expert in language and logic-based puzzles as long as he’s given time to figure it out, though he cracks under pressure.
Other: He tends to keep people in his head on various scales. A mental, physical, and emotional chart from 1-10 so he can keep track of how people are doing. Usually he also keeps notes on this, but he can usually keep a decent mental map if he needs to.
Also not really important but Austin’s pan so romantic relationships can be with practically anyone.
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