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7 yrs ago
Current If I was ever in a death or glory situation, I'd want The Trooper by Iron Maiden play in the background.
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7 yrs ago
Back on RPG for the first time in like, two years.
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9 yrs ago
Listening to some Aerosmith
9 yrs ago
Working on a new rp.
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9 yrs ago
Sick as all hell, freaking sinuses.

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"Do you have to go?"
"It's my job, Dad."
"But-"
"I have to go."
"...Okay."
"...I love you."

"I love you too."
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Zelda gagged as oxygen filled her lungs, and hurled over the side. The splash of whatever was in her stomach echoed through the room. She heard the others moving about and reluctantly crawled out of her pod. Her eyes struggling to open, she felt her way to the shower and mashed the a button. Scorching hot water cascaded over her body and she slowly realized that she was dressed. She stripped and flung the clothes out the door. Once she was showered and dressed in jeans, sneakers, a plain white Tee shirt and a Weyland-Yutani Jacket, she made her way down to the systems room “This is the captain. Wakey-wakey, and all that. There will be a briefing in the cafeteria in twenty minutes. Be there bright-eyed and bushy-tailed…” “…And don’t forget to drink plenty of water, alright? Captain out.” Zelda grabbed a water bottle out of her locker on her way out. She logged on and checked everything out. Operational. She nodded to herself, satisfied. She exited the room and walked down the corridor. She walked past a window and stopped, backtracking. She gawped at the gas giant, Calpamos. A sight like that reminded her how much she loved her job. She continued towards the cafeteria, coming across several other crew members, but too lazy to acknowledge them. Hyper-sleep had that affect.

She opened several panels built into the wall along the way, adjusting some things by flipping switches and mashing some buttons. She took the elevator up to the cafeteria, finishing off her water bottle and tossing it in a trash bin. She felt much better as she entered the cafeteria.
I'm here! Posting effective immediately.
vietmyke said
Mustketman, that looks much better, though looking through your inventory, you may have more stuff than your class defines as your worth. You cannot have lock opening set, smith tools, AND a great sword.. Though since your character is a warrior and smith, I will allow the tools and weapon.


And edited, I'm super psyched for this rp. Just so you know, I'm traveling from Idaho to Texas for Thanksgiving. A 23 hour drive. We'll be stopping at a motel Saturday night, if I can I'll check in, If not I'll check in Sunday.
I'm traveling to Idaho from Texas for thanksgiving. A 23 hour drive. We should stop at a motel Saturday night. If I can, I'll check in, if not I'll check in on Sunday.
So heads up, I'm gonna be traveling for 23 hours across the country for Thanksgiving. Southeast Idaho to Central Texas. We'll be stopping at a motel Saturday, I don't know if it will have internet, if it does I'll be sure to check in, if not, I'll check in on Sunday.
~Katherin: Your Human is the same as your werewolf. Also there are no crime bosses in Pocatello, you may say daughter of a Gangster, but crime bosses are doubtful. Other than that you're good.

~Everyone: They all look pretty good, though I would appreciate that you put what they do for a living. Are they a college student, Construction worker, etc.

~Fer: I think your werewolf picture/ description might be broken.

All in all I'm pleased, my own CS will be up shortly.
The artillery destroyed the trenches and after a barrage, Ares ordered in the Assault Division, as the other divisions followed behind. The artillery seemed to have done most of the work, everyone was either dead or attempting to crawl for safety with what limbs they had left. Ares found one of these such soldiers. Not wanting to waste a mircofusion cell, he instead stomped on the crawling form's skull until it resembled a squashed tomato. The support division looted the corpses as the Assault Division pushed forward into the suburbs. Ares walked with them, ordering the leader's to rendezvous with him as the troops secured the area, "Medical and Support will set up camp here while Assault and Explosive push forward. Recon, there is a chance that there are snipers in the area, so take some of your guys and scout it out." The leaders nodded, going to their respective positions. Ares could tell that his newest Lieutenant, Rhett, was unnerved by his appearance and how he sounded. He would have to address that later. Doctors were always a bit more...intimidated by him for some reason.

They pushed forward, Humans and Ghouls going cover to cover, Robots rolling down the middle of the street. They were clearing the streets house by house and so far, there was no activity in the last two blocks. Then gunfire erupted from a nearby community center. Dozens of lasers and plasma shots slammed into the building, shredding through cover slightly less sturdy than a brick wall. Ares estimated that there was about 27 enemy troops in the area. Several Mutants ran into the building and red and green lit up the interior. 19. It seems this particularly detachment was expendable to the main force. The troop moved on, methodically clearing buildings. Turning a corner, the force was met with a small barricade with a mounted machine gun. At least 4 soldiers went down before anyone got to cover. Ares returned fire from behind a shop sign, Sky ordered a missile to blow that outpost sky high. Apparently there were some explosives as well because there was nothing left of the structure after a sentry bot sent a missile rocketing their way. 13 left. Crack! A sniper shot slams into the same Sentry bot's rocket launcher disabling it. It's turret revs up and demolishes the spot where the shot had come from. 12 left. "Push forward with caution!" Ares ordered, leading the troop farther into the suburbs. A yelp came from a nearby house as an enemy soldier was thrown down the stairs leading to the front door. A soldier from Recon walked out and put a laser round through the soldier's head, his skull exploding into a fountain of brains and blood. The soldier nodded to Ares then went back into the house. 11 though Ares with some pride.

Olivia, a prominent member of the Recon Division, came out of the same house and saluted. "Sir, the remaining enemies have dug in at a high school a couple blocks from here. The force is small, but better equipped than the other detachments." Ares did some quick calculations. "I see, well done soldier, inform the other divisions to push up to the high school, it will be secured by the time you get back. Tell Medical we have a few casualties as well." Olivia saluted again, then disappeared into the house. The troop continued forward, the Explosives division taking point. The plan was to bomb the crap out of their dug in positions and then unload hundreds of cells on them until there was nothing left. The street they were on started to rise and Ares saw several signs pointing to a school zone. As soon as they crested the hill, they were assaulted by lead, killing 3 soldiers, damaging one robot, and injuring 4 soldiers. Their comrades pulled the wounded back and the robot manged to back pedal so they could return fire. Olivia wasn't kidding, this place was locked down tight. "Change of plans, Sky. I want them vaporized. Hit that school with everything you got." he said heatedly, Sky already rallying her troops. There was already 8 dead and he wasn't about to lose anymore. The Explosives division sent everything they had at the school. And everybody in a one mile radius could feel it. Half of the already decrepit building fell down and crushed everyone within. Enemies left: 0.

The troop moved forward, tired but victorious. Ares picked up a dead soldier and carried her in his arms. Later that day when camp was settled, injuries tended to and the dead accounted for, Supply started handing out ammo and food. Ares wrote a report and stored it into an eye-bot, which buzzed away to deliver the message and receive orders.
OOC
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In 1995, an unnamed scientific organization abducted several infants from their homes. These infants were injected with a special chemical that causes painful mutations to occur throughout their life, the last mutation less painful than the last. These infants were all placed in the same town, with families oblivious to their "affliction" when they were first found. This organization has been documenting the lives of these people for the last 20 years. Influencing the experiment in different ways, keeping them apart to see if they would war over territory was one. Another was to see if the town would notice the presence of their mutations and take action. They wanted to see how a creature of myth would survive in the modern world. Little did they know, that their experiment was about to unravel.

The year is 2015 and you are a subject of Chemical LW. But you don't know that. You think your "affliction" is just something you were born with. You may hate it. Or you may treasure it. You live in Pocatello, Idaho. For which you are eternally grateful, the long stretches of wilderness and abundance of wildlife give you safe haven to feed and wait out your transformations. Or you may want other meat. Other blood. To do this you had to attack hikers or cars late at night. Maybe you were able to snatch someone from the edge of town, though it's doubtful. You may be a victim to your abilities, dreading the random transformations, terrified you might hurt those around you, even after all these years you've had it. Or you may have learned to control it. Being able to feel the transformations before they happen and take action. Or you may have mastered it, being able to urge transformations when you please. But such skill is rare. You know there are other... let's just say 'Werewolves', in the area. You've encountered them before. Transformed or not. You may have made friends. Or you may have fought. Or you may have just remained neutral. You may fight over hunting grounds and 'Human Access'. You may have formed an alliance with other wolves to keep power. Or you may hate them all. It's really up to you.

CS Format
Name:
Age: (19-22)
Gender:
Appearance: (Human and Werewolf. The chemical affects everyone differently, but you always have the ability to move on two legs as well as four)
Attitude towards other Werewolves: (Hostile, Friendly, Neutral, etc.)
Brief History:
Okay, I think we may have enough people to get started. I don't want a huge amount of people in this one. OOC will be up shortly.
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