Anyone up for something stupid and with a questionable life span? I just want something to pass the time with outside of the more serious Rps I'm involved in.
You awake from the cryostasis chamber, after six weeks of space travel. Your ship, the U.N.S.A Gallagher, is a Titan Class destroyer and boasts the latest in cutting edge bad-assery. It's on a routine patrol around the fringes of known space, and you're either part of the crew or have tagged along for the ride as a pesky civvie.
Only problem is, a quick check of a nearby console reveals that the Gallagher is not where it should be, in fact this portion of space is completely uncharted. And what's this? Whoa, no way! You've been asleep for a hundred years!
Say what, what?
Everything seems to be functioning okay, and the lights are working. But wait, where is everyone? The Gallagher has a compliment of a thousand crew members... yet all the other cryostasis chambers in the room are empty. Maybe you should check the other cryo bays? You might find someone along the way who can explain what the Hell is going on.
Hold on, what's that noise? It's coming from the corner of the room. Huh? Is that blood? Oh my, this can't be good. Hmm, there's something over there, you should go in for a closer look...
OH MY GOD! RUN! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Occupation: Star pilot/Marine/Engineer/Passanger/Science Guy/Hot Water Bottle Technician etc
Items: Even pocket lint will help you escape this nightmare.
Weapons: From a sharpened pencil to the BFG 2000.
Okay, so now you've made a character, go forth and navigate a vast spaceship infested with giant mutant rabbits. Discover the mystery behind the ship's century-long wrong turn, or do what any sane person would do and find an escape pod before you become a flesh lettuce!
Make friends along the way, and watch them die as they fail at escaping, or band together and fight against the monstrosities that are patrolling the hulk. Shoot your way through metal corridors as you attempt to cull the bunny threat, or shove your friend into their hungry jaws so you can escape into a handy air vent for lols.
There are no rules in space (well, there are, but shut up), and that goes for this RP. Any writing level, any post length, s'all good. This is purely an exercise in nonsense that will either flourish, or die in its pre-conception phase, after one of you builds a time machine and travels to 1989 so that you can prevent my birth and break the Frengo-Time Continuum.
The Thumpening: 2541 A.D
You awake from the cryostasis chamber, after six weeks of space travel. Your ship, the U.N.S.A Gallagher, is a Titan Class destroyer and boasts the latest in cutting edge bad-assery. It's on a routine patrol around the fringes of known space, and you're either part of the crew or have tagged along for the ride as a pesky civvie.
Only problem is, a quick check of a nearby console reveals that the Gallagher is not where it should be, in fact this portion of space is completely uncharted. And what's this? Whoa, no way! You've been asleep for a hundred years!
Say what, what?
Everything seems to be functioning okay, and the lights are working. But wait, where is everyone? The Gallagher has a compliment of a thousand crew members... yet all the other cryostasis chambers in the room are empty. Maybe you should check the other cryo bays? You might find someone along the way who can explain what the Hell is going on.
Hold on, what's that noise? It's coming from the corner of the room. Huh? Is that blood? Oh my, this can't be good. Hmm, there's something over there, you should go in for a closer look...
OH MY GOD! RUN! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Occupation: Star pilot/Marine/Engineer/Passanger/Science Guy/Hot Water Bottle Technician etc
Items: Even pocket lint will help you escape this nightmare.
Weapons: From a sharpened pencil to the BFG 2000.
Okay, so now you've made a character, go forth and navigate a vast spaceship infested with giant mutant rabbits. Discover the mystery behind the ship's century-long wrong turn, or do what any sane person would do and find an escape pod before you become a flesh lettuce!
Make friends along the way, and watch them die as they fail at escaping, or band together and fight against the monstrosities that are patrolling the hulk. Shoot your way through metal corridors as you attempt to cull the bunny threat, or shove your friend into their hungry jaws so you can escape into a handy air vent for lols.
There are no rules in space (well, there are, but shut up), and that goes for this RP. Any writing level, any post length, s'all good. This is purely an exercise in nonsense that will either flourish, or die in its pre-conception phase, after one of you builds a time machine and travels to 1989 so that you can prevent my birth and break the Frengo-Time Continuum.