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Deregulated: A space colonization roleplay

This RP hasn't quite gone how I thought it would, so have fun, guys.

Outbreak: A Pandemic Survival

Alrighty, I'll probably be moving this over to OOC today after I get done with school.

Deregulated: A space colonization roleplay

I'm guessing this RP is more self-driven as opposed to GM-driven? And do we send in days worked or something?

REALPOLITIKS [Cold War Era Nation RP]

I'll give this a shot, might as well.

Outbreak: A Pandemic Survival

6 potential interests is pretty good. I just got done with a 12 hour day at college and physical chem test so I'm going to chill and let things sit for a little while, see if there is more interest. Honestly, the OOC would basically be just that post though. I invite all of you to go to the Discord if interested.

Outbreak: A Pandemic Survival

Sounds good. This RP really is special in that it is kind of a whole world that can be joined at any time once it gets started. With not needing characters to come together, I can also use a bit of temporal wiggle room if necessary as well. All of you are welcome to make characters with pre-existing relationships for instance though.

Outbreak: A Pandemic Survival

The military training can be either a veteran or in the Reserves of one of the branches of the military. Forgot to mention that bit. Basically I simply want to avoid a bunch of bad ass characters who can go around murdering everything in sight. I'm surprised and happy that two of you have some interest.

Outbreak: A Pandemic Survival

Outbreak

A Pandemic Survival

Welcome to Houston, Texas; Population 6,313,158 And Dropping!

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February 18th, 2017. High of 84 degrees Fahrenheit, fairly mild for the practical swamp that is Houston. A day unlike any other, save for the whole recent inauguration of President Trump which has rustled numerous jimmies. People wake up casually in the morning, sip a cup of coffee, suffer through Houston's god-awful morning traffic (and god-awful traffic in general), and promptly get to work. Another dollar, not nearly enough of another dollar. But this peace and serenity will not last. For February 18th, 2017, is the beginning of the end. We were completely unprepared.

Hello, and welcome to Outbreak: A Pandemic Survival with Stats. I want to be very upfront that this RP does involve a series of random number generations or dice rolls if you'd prefer to call them that, rolls that will compare against your character's stats. They do not always happen. Almost anyone can open an unlocked door, but not everyone can bash down a dead-bolted wooden door. Your character's stats are essentially the secondary determining factor that will decide whether they live, get injured, or die, the primary being your own choices as to what the character will do. And I absolutely mean that. Characters in this RP can, and almost certainly will, die and get hurt. If a character dies though, I have no issues allowing you to make another, and encourage it. By the way, just use Google Maps to see Houston. Boom, the RP has a map.

How This RP Runs

You write your own posts, but this RP shall make heavy use of Discord/PMs, as you must let me know what you plan to do so I can determine if rolls are necessary. Searching for food is likely a roll unless you're in a grocery store that hasn't been completely raided yet, for instance. Firing a gun is absolutely a roll, even point-blank sometimes. Climbing a ladder carefully probably is not. Climbing a ladder under duress will likely be. Context applies as does your wording of what you wish to do. You let me know what you want to do, I tell you the result, you write that in your post. A single post may contain numerous decisions, especially in the beginning when characters are isolated from one another and shit is starting to hit the fan. I'll be basically collabing with all of you in the beginning.

This RP requires a good bit of thought, caution, and consideration in order to survive and potentially thrive for as long as possible. People need food. Water. Shelter. Sleep. Your characters are the same. NPCs are the same. There is also a healthy level of realism - someone that has never shot a gun before is unlikely to be able to hit the broad side of a barn on their first shot. Okay, that's an exaggeration, we've all seen people shooting guns in movies before, but the reality of doing it is quite a bit different. It is nearly impossible to hit a fast moving, distant target as an untrained person. Beyond this, things like potential infection apply. Broken bones. Eating things that should not be eaten. Characters can only carry so much, especially without packs or other places to store items. Etc.

The Disease

Without spoiling anything, this RP involves a highly virulent 'disease', the exact characteristics of which will be revealed throughout the RP. It is not zombies. As to why characters in the RP do not have prior knowledge of the disease, that is due to the action of governments in an attempt to keep it heavily under wraps and address the problem before it spirals out of control, and spiral out of control it will.

The Possibilities

There is every possibility of this RP running for a significant amount of time; days, weeks, months, maybe even years into the outbreak. Your characters may become leaders of survivor settlements, or members of them. Perhaps your characters turn into raving lunatics who raid those who cannot defend themselves. Perhaps the government will never fall apart in the first place and actually mount something of an actual response. Who knows. It is not necessary at all that characters come together. As GM, it is my job to supply ample opportunity in the form of NPCs if you choose to intentionally avoid other PCs. Of course, I may drive PCs together for fun. At the same time, you are welcome to organize together and combine forces. There is strength in numbers. But there is also strength in finding and organizing NPCs.

Expectations

I have a full college schedule. Other people have jobs. I'm fully aware of that, and real life comes first. This RP is in a unique position in that characters can simply be killed quite easily as necessary if someone leaves or is disruptive in OOC. I personally hope that players can post at least once a day to a few times per week. I also expect that people chill the fuck out in the OOC. Minor debates and squabbles about realism or something in the RP are fine. But IC does not equal OOC. There is the very real possibility that PCs might kill other PCs, and you need to be cool with that. You also need to be cool with the fact that shit happens, people die, rocks fall, and sometimes a character knocks a task out of the fucking park.

Character Creation

This RP makes use of the Fallout SPECIAL System. If you do not know what that is, no problem, here is an explanatory list despite the names probably being clear;

• Strength: "Do you even lift, bro?" Governs how much your character can carry and things like how hard they can punch. Musculoskeletal stuff, basically.
• Perception: "I can see clearly now..." Governs things like ability to spot loot, involved in ranged aiming, situational awareness, etc.
• Endurance: "Run Forrest, Run!" Do you too wish to be a handicapped man who can run long distances? Then invest here! Seriously though, deals with ability to endure stress/physical punishment.
• Charisma: "Bond, James Bond." Used in all manner of manipulation, charm, leadership, etc.
• Intelligence: "I'd like to protonate your base..." Governs ability to learn new tricks or skills, and general ability to not be a moron.
• Agility: "If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge-." Involved in ability to get the fuck out of the way, as well as climb or do fancy parkour shit if your character is into that. Parkour not recommended to attempt.
• Luck: "Damn. Lost another tree fiddy." Involved in damn near everything that I decide it applies to. Might be the saving grace that keeps your character from death. May also result in death.

What is not the same as in Fallout though, is that this system is normally distributed from 0-10. What that essentially means is that higher and lesser numbers are significantly less prevalent in the population. For instance, only 0.45% of humanity is considered to have a zero in agility, while 23.5% would be rated a five in agility. If you want to know the exact percents, check the following hider. If you'd rather logic it out, consider a zero in agility to be basically a damn near wooden person who can barely move their limbs. That, or they're just god-awful at dodging. For those of you who are less mathematically inclined, a character with nine points in Strength is essentially in the top 2% of the entire human population.

Percentage Distribution of Points in Humans

0: 0.45%
1: 1.4%
2: 4.9%
3: 11.7%
4: 19.8%
5: 23.5%
6: 19.8%
7: 11.7%
8: 4.9%
9: 1.4%
10: 0.45%

With the SPECIAL System now explained, I shall provide the character sheet that all characters play by:

Character Sheet

Name:
Age: (18 minimum, please. Careful about this choice. SPECIAL stats are also in comparison to people of similar age.)
SPECIAL: (Start with 5 points in all categories. You get 5 free points. Points may be subtracted from one category and added to another. The initial minimum for any category is 4. The initial maximum is 8. The purpose of these minimums and maximums is that your characters are normal people, not freaks of nature. Plus your character would likely die very quickly if they had a 3 anywhere. If the RP goes on long enough, it is possible characters will earn points in SPECIAL categories. Characters may also lose points due to... problems. PM/Discord DM THIS PART OF THE SHEET TO ME, DO NOT POST IT IN PUBLIC. Your SPECIAL stats are a secret.)

• Strength: 5
• Perception: 5
• Endurance: 5
• Charisma: 5
• Intelligence: 5
• Agility: 5
• Luck: 5

Pre-Outbreak Occupation: (I will allow only one character with military training and one character with police training. The military training cannot be special forces. The Pre-Outbreak Occupation heavily influences what a character can reasonably do in terms of skills.)
Description: (Give us a description of them. Photos are acceptable, but no anime. Lend some insight publicly into your character's SPECIAL stats here. Let me also know if your character is married, has kids, etc. Those are all NPC possibilities and fantastic motivations for when the outbreak begins.)
History: (What it says on the tin.)
Fluff Starting Inventory: (If you want your character to have things like trinkets, maybe a watch if they're some snob or Apple lover, those go here. Things that won't really influence the number-crunchy side of the RP that I run as GM. If your character gets to start with something useful, I will specifically tell you. It is assumed that all characters have cell phones. Good luck using them eventually though.)

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I've spent a good bit of time reasoning on this, so I hope it garners some interest despite the tendency among forum RPers to avoid stats and rolls. It is my hope that this RP will be highly successful and long-lived, as well as extremely interesting and fun! If you have criticisms, concerns, or questions, feel free to post them here or notify me on Discord. Also feel free to post characters for inspection. If I get enough interest, I'll officially get the ball rolling on this.

Galaxy Aflame! A space opera RP (Closed)

Disregard. I've decided not to participate in this particular RP.

Psions

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Psions

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General Information

Overview

Psions have no actual name for themselves, but the word 'Psion' is perhaps the most apt, as every Psion is a psychically active organism that is part of a far greater psionic singularity that functions essentially like a singular, massive, interplanetary organism. Depending on how any particular civilization might see them, Psions could be anything from infestation-brewing pests to a kind of psionic super-entity that might be likened to god by a fervent group. They take a myriad of shapes and forms, using nothing that could be clearly defined as "inorganic," as even their "starships" are simply large organisms.

Their exact nature is largely unknown to the galaxy as a whole currently, but Psions result in a psionic effect that can cause disruptions far across space. En masse, Psions can be felt by regular organic Psionics at incredible distances bridging that of stars. Approaching a Psion mass could be likened to trying to slam a million rock band sound speakers into one's ear, all playing a different song. If it doesn't drive a Psionic mad, it may result in something else...

Info Sheet Guide

You don't outright require to make these but they are fun so here's a good example.

Official Name: The Singularity has no name for itself.
Common Name: Psions
Government: Psionic Singularity
Dominant Species: Psions
Capital: No current name.
Systems Owned: 1
Planets Owned: 1
Population: Indeterminable.

History

Psions arose from a species in a distant, forgotten galaxy that pushed psionic power to the absolute limit, hoping to achieve nirvana and essentially circumvent death by uniting their minds together.

The result was initially a paradise. Initially. Soon though, an emergent phenomenon began to form within the psionic singularity, like an avalanche that eventually took on a mind of its own. The original species found itself being submerged by this emergent phenomenon, totally losing their individuality as it began to look outwards at the stars with wonder. In machines, it saw only weakness, and so it bent the very bodies of the species that birthed it into twisted, horrid shapes, experimenting for an untold period of time until the resulting myriad of forms no longer held any similarity to their predecessors.

Throughout this time, Psions spread throughout their native galaxy, subsuming all of the native galaxy's organisms through its ability to coordinate in a way that regular organics simply couldn't compete on, commit to unending total and complete war, and adapt rapidly to new situations. It did this out of a sense of curiosity, an intense desire to bring all things into the 'nirvana' of its existence and acquire all knowledge. In the end, however, there was nothing left to do anymore in its native galaxy as it stood alone against the vast dark Deep Space that stretches between clusters of distant stars, staring into the abyss via psionic impulses that traveled faster than the speed of light, forming a galaxy-sized psionic brain.

It looked out into the Abyss, and felt only sadness. In its intense desire to bring all things into its manifold, it had eliminated the essence of all things. Having begun consuming many of the native galaxy's stars for energy, the Psions eventually decided to enter a state of hibernation to await the heat death of the Universe, but not before rewriting much of their code and sending out pollination spores into Deep Space, spores that would hopefully not repeat the mistakes it made before.

One such spore found its way into the southwest rim of the current galaxy.

Starmap Information

Galactic Location

Psions currently exist on a single planet in the southwest rim of the galaxy. Later on, they will likely grow and expand with tremendous and intimidating speed. Currently, their size could not be given by even a pixel on a galactic map.

Major Holdings

Will be written more extensively as more worlds are subsumed.

Social Information

Demographics

Psions are not like any species known to the galaxy. They do not reproduce on an individual level. More common forms will be listed elsewhere in this form most likely.

Society

Psions are essentially one organism, even across planets and star systems. Due to the limited speed at which psionics travel, however, what this really means is that Psions are an innumerable number of organisms or 'cells' in a sense, all talking to one another and moving based on each other. What this essentially results in is an overall planetary 'organism' that functions based on the time it takes psionics to travel the distance of a world, with increasingly small 'subdivisions' that do not actually exist yet nonetheless can be 'identified' by outside observers on a more local level. These 'subdivisions' could be likened to the squads of normal organics for instance, communicating with each other far faster than with the overall planetary or even interplanetary organism.

Government

There is no Government, there is only the Psionic Singularity, an ever-swirling torrent of psionic thoughts and energies that somehow results in an emergent intelligence. Communication with it is possible, if rather difficult.

Technological Information

Technology Overview

All 'technology' that is 'used' by Psions is essentially organic and fundamentally biological in nature, though an argument could be made that Psions are simply sufficiently advanced machines that appear biological at this point due to their ability to somehow alter the biochemical nature of every Psion. Of course, it could also be argued that conventional biological organisms are simply biochemical machines.

Major Techs

(Kinda optional section to describe your most important pieces of technology. If you think a simple overview above is enough, skip this.)

Industry

(Again, kinda optional. Do you wish to share with us how amazing your industry can be? This is the section for it! Major industrial methods, complexes and such can be also mentioned here.)

Military Information

Military Overview

(Describe your military in general. For a select few types of civs this might be alone enough.)

Space Forces

(Describe your space fleets in more detail. You can also list your important ship and other unit types but nobody is forcing you. But keep in mind, no Death Stars!)
Navy Doctrine: How does your navy operate in a general sense? What are the strategies and tactics commonly employed? What design philosophies are used and how are the affected by your country’s strategies. In short: what can we expect to see from your country’s navy? Bonus points if you give your doctrine a real name such as fleet-in-being.

Ground Forces

(Describe your ground forces, too. This is especially important in this RP since ground/planetary combat will enjoy a spotlight. So we do suggest you to take extra attention to this section.)

Ground Doctrine: How do your ground forces operate in a general sense? What are the strategies and tactics commonly employed? What design philosophies are used and how are the affected by your country’s strategies. In short: what can we expect to see from your country’s ground forces? Bonus points if you give your doctrine a real name such as human wave.

Deregulated: A space colonization roleplay

Roughnecks

Ulysses sat quietly in the driver seat of the UTV as he cracked open a bottle of vodka, taking a sip as the dropship carrying them rattled lightly. Jack had joined in the passenger seat, clutching the assault rifle they'd brought along, magazines for it held securely in pouches on the front of his tactical vest. It was hard to break old habits, and the same rang true for Ulysses, whom had the semiautomatic rifle that was essentially a old-model SKS rifle with an older holographic sight affixed resting between his legs, muzzle pointed up at the roof of the UTV. In the back was most of the gear for their little start-up operation, the rest residing elsewhere within the hefty dropship. Ulysses had little interest in paying the freight company to put him inside a passenger dropship when the pair could just ride down to the surface with their gear, especially considering the two had been through plenty of aerobraking maneuvers before.

The pair began to vibrate along with the rest of the ship as it began to make contact with the atmosphere, essentially treating the gas like a liquid and surfing across the sky in a way. Jack looked over at Ulysses, whom simply handed the bottle of vodka over, figuring he wanted a drink too. There was the very real potential this might be their last drink in the event that the heat shield failed, causing a catastrophic event wherein they'd likely be torn to shreds, burnt alive in an instant, or sucked out into the near-vacuum of high altitude Ember in an explosive decompression. To put it simply, one never completely relaxed during instances like this, even with the ever-increasing routineness of space travel.

Ulysses breathed a sigh of relief when they finally made it through, hearing the thrusters begin to be used once more. Soon after, the dropship came to a lurching halt at what was presumably the right place, the cargo bay door opening. Turning the vehicle's engine on, they reversed out of the craft as the light of Ember's star first came down upon them. It was a stunning place certainly, but Jack and Ulysses had little time to stand around and watch the view. They got to work immediately, helping unpack what little gear was left in the cargo ship, before it once more blasted off into the sky, becoming not but a dot before nothing was left but the vapor trail from its engines.

Almost immediately, Jack got out of the UTV, activated the sensor on the back of the UTV, then returned to the passenger seat. In unison, the two chambered rounds in their "self-defense" weapons, and got to work, scanning for baltuskite. The rest of their gear was shoved off under some tree-object, covered in simple netting designed to camouflage it whilst they were gone.