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Bioshock RP

Would anyone be interested in a BIOSHOCK RP set in the early days of Rapture, when Andrew Ryan has arrived? For those not familiar with Bioshock, Rapture is an objectivist underwater city in the mid-atlantic.

It was founded since Andrew Ryan felt, as objectivism dictates, that every penny he owns should go to him, and the government should enforce law and not meddle in the economy. They make profit off selling cigarettes, covering up smoking deaths, selling cocaine to coca-cola (they have literally legalized cocaine for coca-cola). He does not believe this is a government's place.

The problem with this free market economy is that a new drug called ADAM gets discovered, and people become addicted and murder, rape or otherwise destroy to get ADAM. Everyone but for a few people get ADAM riddled. This involves physical mutation after first use, and mental instability the further down the line you go.

You could play a half-splicer, human or completely mad splicer. (Splicers are ADAM users) The more ADAM you use, the better your strength and physical (not cerebral) capacities grow.

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

"If there are more, they'll be late," replied Mandeep. He holstered his gun and got up. "I've done this and that. There's money to be made here, and I need the money," he said, answering Dajil's question. He vaguely heard a car in the distance. "Could be one of our men. Let's go see."

He started to walk out of the room and leaned on the wall to the side of the door, waiting for the others. He took out his own cheap brand cigarettes and started puffing one as he waited for the other two to follow him. 70,000 rupees... Enough to help his sister for some time. He'd need more though, eventually. The 50,000 rupees he'd won on his last job had nearly ran out. He fiddled with his gun, thinking about what to do if things went wrong. Just shoot them both dead, he supposed. That would be trouble though, and could lead to some conflict with the Indian mafia, never a good thing.

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

Waiting on anyone to post.

The Walking Dead: Purity

Oh of course, he's going to change as much as Rick does (though in different ways and with a different outcome of course).

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

"Mandeep," he replied to Dajil. "That piece is... 800 shots per minute, right? Not bad. Mine does a modest 267. I just happened to win this in a bet I had with an... acquaintance."

He looked the boy over. He looked almost like someone from the Western world, stylishly dressed. He could barely see his eyes through the sunglasses, but in his gambling and poker days he'd usually been with people wearing sunglasses. Mandeep scratched his chin. "This the first time you do this sort of thing?" he asked Dajil.

As he asked this, another man appeared through the entrance. He seemed about Mandeep's age, and was wearing a shirt and sweater (in this heat? ,thought Mandeep). He seemed overly kind for what they were about to do, but Mandeep, for once, pretended it might just be genuine. Mandeep raised an eyebrow to the man's question. "For sure. A bit hot though, to be wearing a sweater, isn't it?"

The Walking Dead: Purity

If I can't communicate his personality and flaws through my writing, then frankly I've horribly failed as a writer. Can't I just not write a manual on who he is?

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

Yep, things will probably go sour. I'll also try to think of funny things!

Now we'll just wait for someone else to post and join the two of them.

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

Anyone who wants to follow up my IC post, go ahead.

Grand Theft Auto: Mumbai

Mandeep sat quietly at the meeting point. He was cleaning his desert eagle, checking his ammunition. He'd arrived in advance, as he usually did to anything.

When he had heard the promise of seventy thousand rupees, he'd immediately accepted. It was quite an easy task: in about ten to fifteen minutes, two gangs would meet up and do a drug deal. He and some other hired hands would have to stop the deal. Simple. He had never heard of either of the two men organizing the deal, but apparently one should be left untouched if Mandeep wanted to stay alive: the leader of the Indian Mafia. The lack of police sirens or constantly honking cars was pleasant, and he basked in the sun. A few birds twittered, and a cool breeze swayed his air and shirt.

Now he began to wonder who his companions would be in this operation. Would they be very skilled in this kind of thing, or relatively new like him?