I need to finish a post for something else tonight.
"Something else," he says. I'll try not to be offended.
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"Something else," he says. I'll try not to be offended.
You can always get started and if anyone else wants to hop in midway they are able to do so.
@Retired can i ask about how victor's sheet is looking? it's been 5 days since i added the sample post to it, though i understand if it might have flown under the radar given that a lot's happened OOC since then.
You're absolutely right. Thank you for reminding me. It was moreso me losing power and missing your post saying you updated the sheet.
@udonoodles is accepted!
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At least you had a keyboard...
There was a time I was writing posts with a controller.
It was the on-screen keyboard lol. I had to use the controller to select every single character.
G M E V E N T
This is a moderate event and as such can accommodate three or four players at most. The content of the event is directly tied into the ongoing NYC gang war as well as the superhuman arms race in general. As such, the outcomes of this event will have a noticeable impact on future events.
As a mini-event, you as the players are in direct control of how it is resolved. I as the GM have set up the plot, but I leave the rest to you. While I am happy to answer any clarifying questions in the OOC, I will not be contributing to the event in the IC until it is completed. All NPCs are jointly controlled by the responding players.
The parties involved are:
- Antonio Rodriguez AKA Armadillo - an up until this point unknown superhuman who has been genetically modified. He is employed by Roxxon Energy Corporation to see to the safe transport of their illegal weaponry out of the city.
- The Big Man's assault team made of various gangbangers and thugs, led by mercenary Mortimer Norris, and wielding an impressive array of firearms and some minor high-tech gadgets. They are, including Mort, a total of fourteen men strong after the untimely death of one member.
- Various civilians on the surrounding NYC streets.
To be considered safely resolved, the following must be achieved:
- The safety of all innocent civilians in the area.
The following are additional, secondary goals that can be achieved:
- Prevent more loss of life for the assault team.
- Defeat Armadillo.
- Apprehend some or all of the assault team.
- Secure the (currently still hidden) advanced weaponry inside the tanker's drum.
A reminder that not all goals need to be achieved. In fact, the responding players can choose to fail any or all of the above, including the primary goal. Failure to resolve, such as writing the death of civilians and/or the escape of the criminals, is entirely within your power and choice, and will equally be considered an end to the event. All outcomes are valid, positive or negative, or a mix in between. I will take whatever outcomes of the event occur and make note of them for the future.
I recommend using the OOC to coordinate with other responding players. Please use your best judgment in choosing whether to participate based on your characters' locations and current predicaments.
Most importantly, have fun!
G M E V E N T # 1
Waterside Plaza, Manhattan, NYC
Roxxon Energy Corporation, a multi-billion dollar oil and gas enterprise, operating in almost thirty countries, was experiencing its most profitable period since its founding in the early 20th century. The company's newest CEO, industrialist entrepreneur and investor, Dario Agger, having taken over in 2011, was mostly credited for the record-setting successes Roxxon was seeing due to his aggressive, forward-facing business strategy. In reality, the multinational behemoth's $500 billion annual profit was owed to an entirely different factor. While the world knew Roxxon as one of the largest and most influential global conglomerates, the company was rooted deeply within the criminal underworld.
The Chitauri invasion and subsequent 44-Hour War changed how the world viewed life itself. For Dario Agger, already an amoral businessman, it entirely altered his perspective on enterprising profit. In the decade since taking control, Agger rapidly became the 8th richest man in the world and established himself as one of the central figures in the superhuman black market. Manufacturing of illegal weaponry based on scavenged Chitauri technology; development of super performance enhancing drugs; trafficking mutant slaves; genetic engineering. The Roxxon Energy Corporation dabbled in it all, unbeknownst to the public.
All across New York City, Roxxon Energy tanker trucks cruised the streets. Ostensibly transporting fuel, the vehicles were in truth smuggling next-generation weaponry out of the Big Apple. A fact that wasn't as secret as Roxxon's CEO would have believed.
One such tanker and its inhabitants, idling at an intersection in Waterside Plaza, discovered this the hard way as the heavy truck suddenly teetered violently from side to side accompanied by a cacophonous blast. The high-explosive grenade that had rolled underneath the vehicle impacted with enough force to lift the rear end several inches. A hail of bullets followed, striking both the sturdy doors and scattering across the bullet-resistant windshield. Screams filled the air as the surrounding vehicles slammed on brakes and hurriedly threw their cars in reverse to put as much distance between them and the chaos.
At the same time, two large garbage trucks slammed through the traffic, tossing smaller vehicles in their path aside, as they maneuvered to block the tanker. From the backs of the garbage trucks, fourteen armed individuals clad in an assortment of dark hoodies, masks, and patched-together body armor poured out, surrounding the tanker. Another figure, this one in less-tattered tactical gear, emerged from the rear garbage truck and gestured towards several others.
"Hurry up and cut into that thing," he said in a thick British accent. "The Big Man wants what's inside."
Four men broke formation to approach the large, metal tank. They produced palm-sized cylinders that began sparking blue from the tips. High-intensity plasma cutters would make short work of the tanker's shell and reveal the hidden goods within.
"Mort!" The panicked voice came from the front of the Roxxon truck in the moment of silence following the pause of gunfire. "We've got a problem, there's something in the—"
The shouting was cut off by the abrupt sound of tearing metal and thick glass exploding, replaced by a short-lived scream of terror and a sickening crunch.
Mortimer Norris, leader of the assault team, took a step back as he witnessed a hulking figure drag itself out from the passenger side door - or rather, where the door had once been.
Standing seven-and-a-half feet with thick, armored plates decorating his massive, orange-grey body, the monstrous Antonio Rodriguez towered over the assembled men circling the tanker. His services retained to guard this particular shipment, he growled ferociously as the onslaught of bullets returned, this time harmlessly ricocheting off his body.
"You don't know who the fuck you just messed with."
Anyway, I'm caught up with the IC (good shit, everyone) so I'll be finishing up what I'm doing for Carol's intro soon. Though I might just wait for the event post to see if that changes how I want to do things. We'll see.
This is an NYC street-level event. Won't have any impact on cosmic stuffs.
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you did what?
Back in 2013(?)ish. My laptop broke while I was involved in a few different RPs and I had to continue posting using my brother's PS3. I'd write out my posts on paper, then type them out using the PS3 controller and its limited virtual keyboard feature. This was actually when I first played Spider-Man in one of the older Marvel games, and when my posts were pretty bloated. My Spidey app almost reached the character limit. Suffice it to say, my brother is happier now without me spending hours on his PS3.
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Still better than writing on a PS3, though, isn't it?
Hey, some of my best work was in that era.
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That's kind of why I started writing in google docs. Too many bad times to fool me again.
The only other time I messed up like that, years ago, I was able to recover my progress. But this time, no such luck. I think I recreated the first three paragraphs successfully, though. Was just frustrating to be set back momentarily. I'm setting up the final touches on the event, and then it'll go live.
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