[OOC] Green Life

[Fred the Shed]

Green Life

A wAcKy Role Play

In the Name of Longer Lasting Lettuce!

You're a high flying science whizz, working in some desolate top secret government facility located way out in the Nevada desert. For years, you and your colleagues have strived to alleviate mankind of his great burden - perishable greens, that go bad far too quickly. On the cusp of a substantial breakthrough, however, you and your team accidentally established a wormhole to an alien world.

Naturally, hordes of aliens of every variety have poured through this wormhole, and are running rampant around the Longer Green Life Inc facility. They're confused, somewhat primitive, but absolutely very deadly. Security did what they could, but there's only so much that half full doughnut boxes and tasers can do against extra terrestrial life forms.

So as one may expect, the natural evolution of this catastrophe was for the appearance of government death squads, sent in to kill, kill, kill! Helicopters, blackops squads, nuclear devices with ambiguous count downs - you name it - they've got it!

And to make matters worse? You've still got 5 minutes left on your lunch break. I mean yeah, the possibility of death is climbing by the second, but there's no way you're going to leave the canteen and get to work on saving your ass in your own time. No way. That's how they get you! Better to leave it, so that you're saving yourself on the company's time. That way you're getting paid for doing something that ultimately benefits you, get it? That's why you're a scientist, because intelligent thoughts like these are common in that brain of yours.

Still, when it is time to leave the canteen, bear in mind that you're on the facility's lowest level, encased in rock, and that there's about 50 floors of crazy science shiz, aliens and ooh-rah marines that you've gotta fight through. Good thing you're a scientist, who is perfectly capable of merging the microwave and the toaster into some kind of death ray, or jury rigging the fridge into an ice cannon.

Science!

Rules

There should be a whole bunch of stuff here, but an alien ate it. So um, just be nice to each other I guess, and try to have fun? Certainly don't take anything seriously.

This is like Half-Life meets Airplane.

Character Sheet

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearance:

Weapons:

Known Skills:

History: Urgh, I mean, this is totally optional. Don't think anyone is really going to care about your character's daddy issues in this, unless of course they're hilariously relevant.

Character Example

Name: Fordon Mreeman

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Appearance: Fat Caucasian guy, with short ginger hair and goatee. Wears a lab-coat, and thick framed glasses. Has a constant serious expression at all times.

Weapons: Four slice toaster rigged to the microwave, creating a mini-Hadron collider that fires out toast at frightening speeds; capable of penetrating tank armour. Needs bread as ammo.

Known Skills: Manages never to talk, like, EVER. He's not mute, he just doesn't talk. Like, he'll sit there staring at you the whole time you're talking and not say anything. Instead he just stares at you. It gets creepy real quick but for some reason we hired him so yeah whatever.

[BlackCat]

Name: Banri "Riri" Marrow

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Banri's a tall, slim caucasian girl. She has sea green eyes and extremely pale skin. Her hair is extremely long, perfectly straight and a deep red. She normally wears black skinny jeans, black combat pants, a black tank top, and a leather jacket.

Weapons: Knives. Lots and lots of knives

Known Skills:
-Good at pickpocketing
-Good at deceiving
-Good at throwing knives
-Good at cooking
-Very athletic; fast, flexible, agile, nimble

History: Banri's past is mostly unknown. She doesn't stalk about it much. But she seems to have carried over a few odd qualities from her former life. But her smarts were never questioned. She simply didn't have the greatest childhood and instead stole and worked odd jobs as she lived on the bad side of town. But that's over now. But at least she can make some damn good cake.

[Penultimate_Pi]

Name: Dr. Mitch "Joe" Johannes

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Average-built 5'10" white male. Semi-short dark brown hair with sideburns and forward-spiked bangs. Has blue eyes and a somewhat thin face. Always has a tiny bit of stubble around his chin that he just can't quite shave off properly. Typically seen with a neutral near-frown on his face. Wears a half-buttoned labcoat over a black button shirt, red tie, and brown slacks. He's near-sighted, but has fair enough vision; he has rectangular glasses in his coat pocket, but only uses them if he has to.

Weapons:
Managed to make a sort of lighting railgun, with a spare Tesla Coil and a jury-rigged miniature particle accelerator. Powered by a lithium-ion battery; pretty good longevity, but good luck finding a spare one of those. It's like turning a taser into a rifle: it's really powerful, especially against living things. Unfortunately, it lacks punch and is not very strong against materials - anything more than a combat vest can shrug off the electric shots.
(Is probably going to steal a gun at some point.)

Known Skills:
- PhD's in Physics and Natural Science
- Mild ambidexterity
- Not half bad at darts
- A creative linguist (with equally creative cuss words)
- For some reason, his thermoregulation is such that he never feels particularly hot or cold in otherwise normal environments.
- Managing to create the weapon above, obviously

[Three Five]

I am not sure if I should post here, or in the character tab...but what the heck. Here we go.

Gerald Neil Calhoun

Name: Gerald Neil Calhoun

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Gerald is a 5'10 white male with a slimmer-than-average build. He has a long face with his brown eyes too close together, and all his facial features seem to be too low on his face, leaving a large forehead. He attempts to cover this with his wavy brown hair that he wears slightly brushed forward in an Ivy League cut. His mouth is very wide and he has a rather long chin, giving him a gangly, almost comical appearance. Gerald usually wears the typical white lab coat over his blue button-down shirt and black slacks, though he never wears a tie. He honestly thought that scientists got to wear super sick power suits, which was part of why he wanted the job. He was decidedly disappointed when he learned he had to wear the stuffy lab coat all day.

Weapons:
Gerald managed to pick the lock on the locker next to his. Previous to the infamous salad incident, he would just swipe granola bars and put incriminating/rude notes in the unfortunate sap's jacket pocket, but he had recently swiped some nifty gun-looking object. He is not sure what it does yet, but it looks like it is made from the coffee-maker and springs from the downstairs vending machine. So this is the bastard who deprived the place of coffee for three weeks. He deserved to have his things swiped.

Despite having the coffee gun, Gerald is constantly looking to gain entry into the security rooms to obtain a real weapon. Guns are easy to use, right? Just aim and fire. He is fairly certain he could kick these aliens' backsides as soon as he gets the feel of cold steel comfort in his hands.

Known Skills:
- Has a "theoretical" degree in physics...meaning he took a correspondence course in physics once, skimmed the material, got bored, and never looked at it again. The textbook did come in handy to prop open that darn broken upstairs window, though.
- Charisma. After all, he did get himself and his buddy Chester a cushy job as research scientists at this crazy lab when neither of them know jack shit about real science.
- Resourcefulness. While he's not great at engineering, he often finds some way of solving problems when under pressure. Most of them involve violence and swearing, but hey what ever works.
- Being a really sarcastic asshole

Chester Garrett

Name: Chester "Ches" Garrett

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Chester is a white male, about 5'11" with an average build. Despite his age, he has a rather fleshy, youthful face with pronounced lips and hazel eyes. His brown hair is cut short in a buzz cut. Ches, unlike his buddy, legitimately loves his white lab coat, as he feels it gives him an air of intelligence and superiority. He usually wears grey or white shirts, tan or black slacks, and a black tie.

Weapons:
Ches is currently carrying a small modified cigarette lighter of his own design that is somewhat of an idiot's Swiss Army knife. Besides the lighter that now shoots flame a little over two feet, the tool includes the ever-useful Spife (what he feels is one of the most useful inventions, despite Gerald's protests), a hairpin, some Duct Tape (that's always useful, right?), and several exploding caplets.

Known Skills:
- Ches is known to tinker a bit and comes up with some stupid, often impractical creations. He likes to think of himself as a modern MacGyver.
- Bickering with Gerald.
- Coming up with idiotic insults.
- Being cowardly and unobservant

[RomanAria]

Livia Drussell

Name: Livia “Livy” Drussell.

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: Livy's a short caucasian girl, well under 5 feet tall. She has pale skin that is unblemished, except for freckles. Her hair is well past her hips, wavy, and a light golden-brown color; she keeps it braided lest it drag in her chemicals. Her eyes are a very pale blue and very attentive. Usually she wears shades of blue, either long dresses or skirts and blouses, and white (or black, depending on the day and outfit) dress shoes that look like they have been attacked by a Bedazzler. Her lab coat is impeccably maintained, although it has also been ridiculously Bedazzled along the seams, neckline, and cuffs. When she’s working she wears clear goggles that are also entirely bedazzled along the frames.
Weapons: Using a mini (Aqua colored and covered in Bedazzles) hot glue gun, some assorted bits and pieces from a “broken electronics” box, and a questionably-legal sample of thermophilic bacteria from Yellowstone, she created a solar-powered hot glue gun that has a warm-up time of five seconds and is capable of shooting hot-glue mixed with flesh-eating bacteria as far as fifty feet.
She has her own personal tray of samples that she uses to perfect her weapon; after several months of experimenting she has a template that works for the bacteria, and she clones them from this template. Currently, to prepare her samples, she freeze-dries a colony of thermophilic bacteria, basically making a bacteria powder, which she mixes with a bit of sugar. She takes one of her glue sticks, mostly hollows it out (using a drill) and fills it with this bacteria powder, then caps it with a piece of wax. To use the weapon, she loads one into the modified glue gun and presses a button; within five seconds it is entirely liquefied. The heat reactivates the bacteria, and once the glue stick is molten, it contains about fifteen seconds’ worth of constant firing, wherein the glue will not only cause some serious burns, but the bacteria will eat away at the enemy’s flesh.

Known Skills:
PhDs in Genetic Engineering and Microbiology
First-chair flutist/piccoloist for the youth orchestra
Creative, outside-the-box thought patterns
Owner/CEO/Manager of Livy’s LifeHacks, LLC, an internet store devoted to “kooky, creative, innovative devices designed to make life easier and more fun for the above-averagely intelligent teenager.” Her best-selling items include bedazzled lab coats and goggles like she wears to work, though she also bedazzled instrument cases, multi-colored gel pens, and a whole lot of other random stuff.
Also runs a Darkweb version of the same site, wherein she sells genetically modified organisms, from viruses to laboratory creatures, for any and all purposes.
Was on Time’s 25 Most Influential Teens list, three different years: when she was 12, for promoting female interest in STEM through her fashion-forward ladies’ science gear; when she was 14, for receiving her two PhDs by presenting dissertations, rather than honorary doctorates; and just this year as being the youngest person ever hired by this research firm.

I may have gone a LIIIIIIITLE overboard, but... This seems like an RP in which I can go overboard on my character without being laughed at.

[Three Five]

CLEAR! *primes defib unit* DON'T DIE ON ME, MAN! STAY WITH MEEEEE!

(Seriously. I hope this RP doesn't die! I am super hyped for it!)

[RomanAria]

Hmm... I couldn't gm this but I really want to see it rebooted... @Three Five, I choose YOU!

[Three Five]

@RomanAria Me? Oh my, I'm honored to be given the magic GM staff of leadership.
I am unsure if I could take the helm on this, though. I actually took this RP as an inspiration and made my own similar RP that is still alive! We're just getting started, so you are most welcome to join up, if you are interested! Check it out here!