[center][h3]R E D U X .// 2 0 4 7 //.[/h3][/center][hr][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/179265-redux-2047-cyberpunk-superheroes/ooc]The RP Thread[/url]
[url=https://discord.gg/vHhYb2v]The Discord Server where I spent entirely too much time[/url]
Story Concept by [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/users/stormflyx]StormFlyx[/url]. [/center][hr]
May 23rd, 2047. 

At 7:04 PM, a small group of washed-up superheroes raided the secret base of the hero Hex, or Harrison Moore. One of the best and brightest, Hex had been a paragon of Superhero purity for years, with friends in places both high and low. 

Special Agent Addison Reynolds found him alone in his room, OD'd on a new superdrug, Nirvana. Surrounding him were gigabytes of video recordings about the "Reality Bringer"--an coming apocalypse in some form. The pieces didn't add up--Hex a drug addict?--and Reynolds was desperate beyond measure.

Using an old encrypted line of communication from the Superhero Glory Days, Agent Reynolds sent out one last call for help.

[hider= The Transmission .// Written by Stormflyx //.]
05/13/2047 : 21:14
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So, I buried another partner this week. Jackson.

We were on a routine call out, just checking another street as always. It was one shot, and it wasn't even meant for him. 

It's getting harder everyday out there, crime is at an all time high and every other week we lose officers and special agents. Hell, I'm a trained special agent myself and I've been pushed down to fill in on beat work because we're stretched so thin. Everyday there's a new threat. 

It started with that new drug. They call it Nirvana. It's a synthetic creation and we can't track where it's being made, who made it, and who is distributing it. We just have to see the husks it leaves behind, the broken families, the bodies... We thought it was contained within the underbelly of society but it's spreading.

Then of course there is Luke. Luke Bennett. He's that sketchy candidate for office, he's picking up a lot of traction with people based on hate and fearmongering in our underprivileged communities. He's a hateful, power-hungry man who is building some kind of cult. We can't stop him because I'm sure he has blood money running through all sorts of departments. You know, just the usual shady shit. 

The gap between the rich and the poor is getting wider, people are losing their jobs, their homes... There is a crisis about to happen with basic resources - more and more people are on food stamps, more and more people are forced between choosing to keep the lights on for a night or feed themselves. Just last week seven teenagers died from exposure to irradiated and toxic water because the nuclear plant dumped some in a pond where kids are known to play and hang out. We are expecting more fallout from this yet. 

I'm trying my best... To hold it together, to keep a strong front. To be someone in the community that can guide people through these dark hours but I'm constantly stopped by something else. I'm strained, God I can't remember the last time I slept properly. I just feel that we're on the brink of a complete disaster. The wrong people are being given power and they don't want to change anything - they want to make things worse.

Cedar Fort is where I was born and raised and it used to be a great place. Now it's just ugly. I feel like I can't help anyone anymore, and that's why I'm reaching out to you... 

12 years ago you kept darkness from our doors with your gifts, your powers, your spirit. We believed in you, put our trust in you. Then something happened, maybe we over-policed you... Some of you died, you had your own issues but you all disappeared, went off the radar completely. Of course, you could. Your identities were secret - I could well have walked past any of you, maybe you made my coffee... The point is that I don't know who any of you are, except for one. 

Tonight I investigated an apartment in the city. Dead guy, kind of a usual call. I called it in and checked out the apartment and found in the back of his closet a suit, yeah, a suit. Turns out that Harrison Moore was the real life persona of the Superhero known as Hex.

That's not all I found, turns out Mr Moore was either going absolutely bananas, or knew something was coming. That was his power right? He was some kind of Warlock? I found his journals, his computer files - everything. He was adamant of some kind of apocalyptic event, and I've been checking and so far a lot of the things he wrote about have happened. The water thing? He wrote of something similar weeks ago. He's written repeatedly about a Reality Bringer. He seems to have died of a suspected overdose of Nirvana, he was alone when he died but I don't think this was accidental.

If my pleas and fucking sad story haven't intrigued you, I want this to. At some point, Moore was your friend and colleague. I believe that he was the only known Superhero to have had affiliations and relationships with all of the various factions around the US and globe. He was really one of the good guys, and he died alone - sitting on this discovery...

So please, if you're out there - any of you. We need you more than ever before. 

Hex was the best of you, and he knew something was about to happen. So I'm asking you - if any of you are still alive, it's time to come out of the shadows. I'm sorry, I'm no storyteller - I have no superpowers of persuasion. I'm just an agent at the end of her rope, with no other options left now.

We need you.

We need hope. 
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At 7:22 PM, a high-yield ballistic missile impacted that same secret base at roughly 30 times the speed of sound. At 7:30 PM, the first reports of the explosion started popping up in local news feeds. By 7:40, the event had been categorized by the planned detonation of an old shipping warehouse, no longer needed in the area.

But the internet is quick to pass judgement. The conspiracy theorists latched on, and a few "superhero experts" have claimed (without evidence) that the location of the detonation perfectly matched an old hotspot for supers a decade ago. Some people are more afraid than usual.

Maybe they're right. Because whatever was inside Hex's base -- whatever was so dangerous or world-changing that a missile the size of a minivan was used to wipe it out -- didn't die in the blast. 

And now it's on the loose.
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Hey everyone. Welcome to Redux 2047, where you get the chance to play a damaged, washed-up superhuman that the world chewed up and spit out. We've just started the second act, in which we visit [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5090987]Denver[/url], the city of Envoy the demigod. 

Feel free to play whoever you want, but as this is a semi-linear story we've got here, I'd like to ask that you make a character who has some motivation to work with the other players. Maybe you're an old ex-hero, and maybe you're just a down-on-their-luck gambler with a probability-manipulation ability that used to work a lot better than it does now. Bear in mind that supers unaffiliated with government or industry are now banned by law. 

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[*]I'm looking for another person or two to join. There's only a few active characters right now, but they're pretty stable in terms of activity.
[*]This is a world in the process of being ravaged by the onset of rising temperatures, seas, and tensions around the globe. Worldbuilding is welcome and encouraged! 
[*]The year is only 2047, but due to the presence of superheros and their technology, I am going to be pretty flexible in terms of what technology is mainstream. This is a Cyberpunk world. There are sprawls, there is body augmentation, and all that jazzhop. Creativity is encouraged.
[*]Characters with a little baggage are preferred. Mature, grizzled veterans with lives beyond their superhero years: Children, jobs, a lot of shit in their lives, etc. You [i]were[/i] a superhero, but maybe not anymore. If you want to be a teenage super, bear in mind that [b]this is a world that doesn't really want you around.[/b]
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