this!!!! looks fun!!!
I'll be creating a character shortly c;
Awesome! Look forward to it. c:
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Awesome! Look forward to it. c:
It's 2070. February to be exact.
Every year a televised spectacle like no other is held.
A competition that every viewer awaits with anticipation.
The Genesis Game.
A televised contest where every bioweaponry lab in the nation submits their greatest experimental subject to a series of trials, battles and dangerous games with view to finding the greatest among them. The strongest, smartest, most impressive creation. The creators of the winning subject will receive the military's contract for the year, and the winning subject receives fame, fortune and adoration...if not their freedom.
The Contestants
Various bioweapon laboratories have sent their greatest creations to compete in The Genesis Game, and at the cutting edge of biological and genetic manipulation, you will see a diverse set of traits among the competitors. Human-animal hybrids, vast enhanced biological attributes to the point that they resemble superpowers, cybernetic implantation... the list goes on. Some of the subjects were created by the companies from nothing at all, some were human once, a long time ago. Some are entirely comfortable in their role as a supercharged freak of nature, some hate, resent, and fear their treatment and their place in the world.
Regardless of any of these factors, all of them have been brought to Genesis 1, the complex that will serve as an arena for the spectacle. In between games they will have to live together and co-exist. Perhaps grow friendships or relationships... though perhaps not so much as to get too close.. who knows who they might be made to fight next, after all?
The Game
The Game takes place over several weeks with many different rounds that test the contestants' attributes in every way. From speed, to strength, to combat prowess, to psychological strength. The system studies them and their behaviour and calculates the best way to put them under pressure. With each event competitors are ranked and awarded points based upon it. The one with the most points at the end of the final event will be declared the winner.
It s not an event that wishes to see all but its winner die. However it is also not one that will actively try and prevent deaths. If a contender is killed in an event...well it drives up TV ratings.. and there are always more contestants.
Though that isn't the only thing for the contestants to be scared about. After all, the whole purpose is to find the greatest of the experiments... so if they do not win it would be easy to write them off as...failed. And nothing good happens to a failed experiment.
The Genesis 1 complex, sat within the industrial district of a large city. Is created in an agreement between the military and the media company Optik, broadcaster of the Genesis Game. As such the whole thing is blisteringly high tech. It's a large, extensive complex that extends below the ground for some distance. The System within is able to replicate all kinds of situations and terrains.
That is, no-one has any idea what to expect.
OOC Stuff
Hi there! This is what I have currently in mind for The Genesis Game, an RP about bioweapons on a gameshow, haha.
The general idea is to take this sort of loose framework and use it to make something kinda character driven and fun that focuses on both these characters being in a harsh environment, but also having to kinda co-exist together. You could also take a bunch of subplots from that too if you wanted to.
Contestants that do not want to be there and want to break out, maybe groups against the government trying to infiltrate the game, tensions between companies, what the nature of the 'system' that runs it is... heaps of fun possibilities. Along with the fun of all the crazy characters being cooped up together and all the fights, fall-outs and shipping that arises.
It's 2070. February to be exact.
Every year a televised spectacle like no other is held.
A competition that every viewer awaits with anticipation.
The Genesis Game.
A televised contest where every bioweaponry lab in the nation submits their greatest experimental subject to a series of trials, battles and dangerous games with view to finding the greatest among them. The strongest, smartest, most impressive creation. The creators of the winning subject will receive the military's contract for the year, and the winning subject receives fame, fortune and adoration...if not their freedom.
The Contestants
Various bioweapon laboratories have sent their greatest creations to compete in The Genesis Game, and at the cutting edge of biological and genetic manipulation, you will see a diverse set of traits among the competitors. Human-animal hybrids, vast enhanced biological attributes to the point that they resemble superpowers, cybernetic implantation... the list goes on. Some of the subjects were created by the companies from nothing at all, some were human once, a long time ago. Some are entirely comfortable in their role as a supercharged freak of nature, some hate, resent, and fear their treatment and their place in the world.
Regardless of any of these factors, all of them have been brought to Genesis 1, the complex that will serve as an arena for the spectacle. In between games they will have to live together and co-exist. Perhaps grow friendships or relationships... though perhaps not so much as to get too close.. who knows who they might be made to fight next, after all?
The Game
The Game takes place over several weeks with many different rounds that test the contestants' attributes in every way. From speed, to strength, to combat prowess, to psychological strength. The system studies them and their behaviour and calculates the best way to put them under pressure. With each event competitors are ranked and awarded points based upon it. The one with the most points at the end of the final event will be declared the winner.
It s not an event that wishes to see all but its winner die. However it is also not one that will actively try and prevent deaths. If a contender is killed in an event...well it drives up TV ratings.. and there are always more contestants.
Though that isn't the only thing for the contestants to be scared about. After all, the whole purpose is to find the greatest of the experiments... so if they do not win it would be easy to write them off as...failed. And nothing good happens to a failed experiment.
OOC Stuff
Hi there! This is what I have currently in mind for The Genesis Game, an RP about bioweapons on a gameshow, haha.
The general idea is to take this sort of loose framework and use it to make something kinda character driven and fun that focuses on both these characters being in a harsh environment, but also having to kinda co-exist together. You could also take a bunch of subplots from that too if you wanted to.
Contestants that do not want to be there and want to break out, maybe groups against the government trying to infiltrate the game, tensions between companies, what the nature of the 'system' that runs it is... heaps of fun possibilities. Along with the fun of all the crazy characters being cooped up together and all the fights, fall-outs and shipping that arises.
So, if you're interested, by all means drop a post.
Sorry about that, been waiting on my Aressan heir but they appear to have gone AWOL.Might have to either look elsewhere or rethink things plot-wise to get this going...
"I've been the one waiting for you two Algiz, not the other way around." Oren responded drily, before hopping to her feet.
"Right. All of you gather up into your Aetts. Get a good look at the people on the team with you, because they are going to be a big factor in whether you live or die."
She made her way over to the raised area, where something large sat under a tarp.
"I'm going to be giving you a short exercise in critical thinking and teamwork. It will also hopefully encourage you to think about your Aett and what weapons you have at your disposal."
She pulled the cover aside to reveal a training dummy that was a fair bit bigger than the rest. Oren, at 5'7, was easily dwarfed by the thing by a couple of feet. Stripes of red fabric criss-crossed its body at irregular intervals and out of the top of its head were two large horns that twisted out like those of an ibex.
"This represents a jotun. Aside from the common varg, this is the world eater type you're most likely to encounter, and the biggest cause of breach-related fatalities. Statistically speaking, if anything is going to kill you, it would be a jotun.
As you would generally meet them, a jotun looks like this. Males range around seven to eight foot tall and have large, arching horns that may form different shapes. Females are slightly smaller, around six and a half foot to seven, and their horns tend to be more compact and tightly coiled. This means it's relatively easy for a female jotun to slip through gate checks where a male would be spotted. That said walls aren't necessarily a barrier. For their size they are fast, agile, and excellent climbers. Individuals have been seen spotted scaling walls. They are obligate carnivores, and store iron deposits in their bones, creating a naturally extremely durable endoskeleton. Their physical strength, speed, and resilience far outstrips that of an ordinary human, and even the weakest specimens have sufficient strength to tear a person in half like wet tissue paper.
So. How do you fight it?" Oren turned and extended a hand to point towards one of the Aetts.
"Tyr's Aett. You are facing a jotun as your team. How do you fight it?"
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"Right. All of you gather up into your Aetts. Get a good look at the people on the team with you, because they are going to be a big factor in whether you live or die."
She made her way over to the raised area, where something large sat under a tarp.
"I'm going to be giving you a short exercise in critical thinking and teamwork. It will also hopefully encourage you to think about your Aett and what weapons you have at your disposal."
She pulled the cover aside to reveal a training dummy that was a fair bit bigger than the rest. Oren, at 5'7, was easily dwarfed by the thing by a couple of feet. Stripes of red fabric criss-crossed its body at irregular intervals and out of the top of its head were two large horns that twisted out like those of an ibex.
"This represents a jotun. Aside from the common varg, this is the world eater type you're most likely to encounter, and the biggest cause of breach-related fatalities. Statistically speaking, if anything is going to kill you, it would be a jotun.
As you would generally meet them, a jotun looks like this. Males range around seven to eight foot tall and have large, arching horns that may form different shapes. Females are slightly smaller, around six and a half foot to seven, and their horns tend to be more compact and tightly coiled. This means it's relatively easy for a female jotun to slip through gate checks where a male would be spotted. That said walls aren't necessarily a barrier. For their size they are fast, agile, and excellent climbers. Individuals have been seen spotted scaling walls. They are obligate carnivores, and store iron deposits in their bones, creating a naturally extremely durable endoskeleton. Their physical strength, speed, and resilience far outstrips that of an ordinary human, and even the weakest specimens have sufficient strength to tear a person in half like wet tissue paper.
So. How do you fight it?" Oren turned and extended a hand to point towards one of the Aetts.
"Tyr's Aett. You are facing a jotun as your team. How do you fight it?"
@GoodLuckTuck@xXSINXx
Kora, steam billowing off her shoulders and blood streaming down her face, barrelled forwards at a charge. The leg of her uniform on the injured side was soaked in blood and leaving spotty trail behind her, but she seemed to be shrugging it off like it was nothing. Clearing the widening void between them would not have been a problem. She sprang towards the yellow smokescreen, feet thudding into the dirt on the other side and into a continued run... for the two steps it took until she hit ice. An eruption of steam turned it to water, and also threw the knight's feet from underneath her.
She fell back and tumbled into the crevasse, bouncing several times off the rocky walls before hitting the ground with some force.
The berserker's mind was going at miles a minute. It took her a few moments, kneeling on her shattered knee at the bottom of a deep hole, to realize what had just happened, and what it meant.
There was another gifted.
Someone was-
"STEALING MY KILL!" her roar echoed across the waste.
She fell back and tumbled into the crevasse, bouncing several times off the rocky walls before hitting the ground with some force.
The berserker's mind was going at miles a minute. It took her a few moments, kneeling on her shattered knee at the bottom of a deep hole, to realize what had just happened, and what it meant.
There was another gifted.
Someone was-
"STEALING MY KILL!" her roar echoed across the waste.
The Isa rune had been typing away on her presentation for a few minutes when Algiz and Sowilo made their appearance, and the red-headed woman announced their presence to her.
Her words and the look on her face seemed to suggest that this was a positive resolution to the situation.
Oren did not agree.
"How nice of you to two to deign to turn up finally. I thought I was being relatively modest in my goals by at least expecting the people I'm trying to instruct to be physically present in the same location and stay there, but apparently I was setting the bar too high. I'll be certain to lower my expectations in the future."
She vehemently hit the 'return' key. Her expression was relatively impassive, though the look in her eye was pretty venomous.
"In that light of that, are you both planning to stick around for an extended amount of time? Or should I carry on with this so I'm getting something done?"
She tilted her head slightly to the left, gloved hand still hovering over the keyboard.
"Seeing as the session is supposed to be about Aett auras, and not one but both the other members of my Aett had unceremoniously run off, I've been preparing for my presentation on the world eaters.
Though if you're both ready to do something useful I'd be prepared to oblige."
She wasn't making her feelings about the incident very ambiguous.
Her words and the look on her face seemed to suggest that this was a positive resolution to the situation.
Oren did not agree.
"How nice of you to two to deign to turn up finally. I thought I was being relatively modest in my goals by at least expecting the people I'm trying to instruct to be physically present in the same location and stay there, but apparently I was setting the bar too high. I'll be certain to lower my expectations in the future."
She vehemently hit the 'return' key. Her expression was relatively impassive, though the look in her eye was pretty venomous.
"In that light of that, are you both planning to stick around for an extended amount of time? Or should I carry on with this so I'm getting something done?"
She tilted her head slightly to the left, gloved hand still hovering over the keyboard.
"Seeing as the session is supposed to be about Aett auras, and not one but both the other members of my Aett had unceremoniously run off, I've been preparing for my presentation on the world eaters.
Though if you're both ready to do something useful I'd be prepared to oblige."
She wasn't making her feelings about the incident very ambiguous.
"You said she was a rune Tiwaz. You propagated the aforementioned bullshit. Any backtracking now defeats the object of learning better judgement in the future." Oren responded, with a wave of her gloved hand and not a small hint of condescension.
"Though do consider you suggestion read. Unfortunately as you come to know me better you will discover that I'm just as rude even when the rest of my team aren't making a mockery of the whole operation. So anyone who wants to knife me is welcome to do so now, whilst they have the advantage. At least that gets it out of the way.
Failing that, and unless anyone else has a question, you're all scheduled downstairs at the training hall to begin exercises working in your Aett. Turn right upon leaving the room, down two fights of steps and at the end of the hall. If you lack appropriate clothing you'll certainly find it down there. I would highly suggest taking advantage of the opportunity to its fullest extent. Something I am going to be denied apparently. But such is life."
Oren shrugged her shoulders before moving to leave, having said her piece and having remarkably little inclination to remain around the room for reasons of socialising. If anything the faster she could leave that dumpster fire behind the better. The whole thing was a disaster and her own team hadn't even remained around long enough to see out the first meeting, so she already found herself discounting the use of the Aett power in her mind.
At least if you came at something with no expectations, you could not be disappointed.
Well, in theory. She'd come to the meeting with no expectations.
And yet somehow still felt let down.
Weird.
Oren made her way into the site's training facility. As what she had had planned was not really working out, she turned her attention to some more general tasks, and pulled a laptop from her locker and placed herself onto one of the side benches in order to tap on the keys. In the run-up to the meeting she'd been working on a presentation on the main world eater species. Their physiology, behaviour, abilities, weaknesses. It was a reasonably comprehensive guide. The sort of thing that should be invaluable. Hopefully, the woman mused, it was not going to be lost on the....current group.
"Though do consider you suggestion read. Unfortunately as you come to know me better you will discover that I'm just as rude even when the rest of my team aren't making a mockery of the whole operation. So anyone who wants to knife me is welcome to do so now, whilst they have the advantage. At least that gets it out of the way.
Failing that, and unless anyone else has a question, you're all scheduled downstairs at the training hall to begin exercises working in your Aett. Turn right upon leaving the room, down two fights of steps and at the end of the hall. If you lack appropriate clothing you'll certainly find it down there. I would highly suggest taking advantage of the opportunity to its fullest extent. Something I am going to be denied apparently. But such is life."
Oren shrugged her shoulders before moving to leave, having said her piece and having remarkably little inclination to remain around the room for reasons of socialising. If anything the faster she could leave that dumpster fire behind the better. The whole thing was a disaster and her own team hadn't even remained around long enough to see out the first meeting, so she already found herself discounting the use of the Aett power in her mind.
At least if you came at something with no expectations, you could not be disappointed.
Well, in theory. She'd come to the meeting with no expectations.
And yet somehow still felt let down.
Weird.
Oren made her way into the site's training facility. As what she had had planned was not really working out, she turned her attention to some more general tasks, and pulled a laptop from her locker and placed herself onto one of the side benches in order to tap on the keys. In the run-up to the meeting she'd been working on a presentation on the main world eater species. Their physiology, behaviour, abilities, weaknesses. It was a reasonably comprehensive guide. The sort of thing that should be invaluable. Hopefully, the woman mused, it was not going to be lost on the....current group.
Oren regarded Algiz with a dull contempt. She wasn't offended as such, as much of this apparent dissection of her had entirely missed the mark, but the principle of these attempts to antagonise her when she was trying to get to talking about other things was starting to grate on her nerves. Well, not starting to.
"Just about everything you just said was you constructing a strawman. May we continue?"
But she'd run off. And to make it even better, so had Sowilo. Wonderful. Brilliant.
That was going to make the following talk quite a bit more difficult, and there wasn't much that could be done to avoid it, seeing as Uruz was already asking about how things were proceeding given they were already down two people.
"Well the meeting was supposed to be about assigning you all your teams based on your Aett. These are invaluable to your runic usage, as being around others in your Aett will boost your own abilities.
Freyr's Aett consists of Kenaz, Ansuz and Uruz."
She indicated each of the constituents of the first team.
"Knowledge, Vision and Strength. One can only reach its full potential with the others.
Next, Tyr's Aett. Tiwaz, Berkano, Laguz. "
Oren pointed all of them out to each other.
"Wind. Flora. Healing. Creation and destruction.
Finally I would be pointing out Heimdall's Aett. Isa, Sowilo, Algiz. However it appears both members of my team have run off without good reason. So that sets a brilliant precedent for the future.
As far as the rest of you go, it's been arranged for you to commence some training as part of your Aett as means for you to get an understanding of the people you will be working with. Make the most of this time, as it will be very important to your abilities. A rune alone is a blunt instrument.
Before we continue, any questions?"
"I've already said this once today. I don't need to see what your rune is. Algiz. Also known as Ehlaz. Elk. Protection. Shield Power." Oren responded. Whilst she couldn't help but feel that this paltry challenge was demeaning all concerned, she also couldn't help recite by rote.
"And as far as my history I don't see why I should tell you either way. It has negligible value to talk about and also imply that I needed to prove myself to you." she replied in regard to the question about the leaving the city. She wasn't going to play that kind of game. Not in the least because she had little interest in the approval of others. Well, certainly not the approval of people who were effectively five years junior to her in the organisation.
She also hadn't any particular desire to go into her own past. She was moving forwards.
Her avian gaze flickered over to Ansuz.
"We're certainly going to have some field trips beyond the borders eventually. Hopefully after bonding. Anything we'd be looking for out there is not something we'd want to half-ass."
There were a number of things she could name, but that was, perhaps, for a later date. Most people present didn't necessarily need to hear about some of the more obscure and nasty things in the wilderness. Mareitt, draugen, nokken, the plague-carrying Pesta. If she'd never had to leave the city she would have counted herself as lucky.
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Helena gave a warm smile of greeting as she and Dawn were addressed by another young woman. Well, she had been there a little while, but up til that point, consuming a fair quantity of coffee in a short period of time.
"Oh no, it's fine.... I'm Helena... not a rune or anything. Not a hundred percent sure I need to be here...but also I sort of should try and be here in case everything gets weird with that person I'm not totally sure should be there...so I'm still here. Also no-one's going to eat the donuts and I don't want them to go to waste."
She took another one out of the box, before blushing alittle at the compliment Makorai had given on her dinosaur attire. She had hoped that it would give the best first impression.
And it was clearly working out wonderfully.
"And as far as my history I don't see why I should tell you either way. It has negligible value to talk about and also imply that I needed to prove myself to you." she replied in regard to the question about the leaving the city. She wasn't going to play that kind of game. Not in the least because she had little interest in the approval of others. Well, certainly not the approval of people who were effectively five years junior to her in the organisation.
She also hadn't any particular desire to go into her own past. She was moving forwards.
Her avian gaze flickered over to Ansuz.
"We're certainly going to have some field trips beyond the borders eventually. Hopefully after bonding. Anything we'd be looking for out there is not something we'd want to half-ass."
There were a number of things she could name, but that was, perhaps, for a later date. Most people present didn't necessarily need to hear about some of the more obscure and nasty things in the wilderness. Mareitt, draugen, nokken, the plague-carrying Pesta. If she'd never had to leave the city she would have counted herself as lucky.
---
Helena gave a warm smile of greeting as she and Dawn were addressed by another young woman. Well, she had been there a little while, but up til that point, consuming a fair quantity of coffee in a short period of time.
"Oh no, it's fine.... I'm Helena... not a rune or anything. Not a hundred percent sure I need to be here...but also I sort of should try and be here in case everything gets weird with that person I'm not totally sure should be there...so I'm still here. Also no-one's going to eat the donuts and I don't want them to go to waste."
She took another one out of the box, before blushing alittle at the compliment Makorai had given on her dinosaur attire. She had hoped that it would give the best first impression.
And it was clearly working out wonderfully.
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