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"Mecha Cowboys" has less than a thousand hits on Google. I've never been more upset.
7 yrs ago
RP Concept: "Screw just the plans, we're stealing the Death Star and taking that baby for a joyride!"
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8 yrs ago
The VeggieTales theme song has been stuck in my head for at least three days now. Can't decide if it a good or bad thing yet.
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Hillview High - Mason Square
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Billy hated being wrong. He had lost friends over innocuous arguments such as which was the better Terminator movie or who was hotter between MJ and Gwen Stacy. Hours of shouting matches over stupid little bullshit, all to just prove that his opinions were vastly superior than those of his peers. Billy prided himself on always being able to come out right in the end, in having his opponent secede in their opinion due to being convinced or, more likely, worn down. He hadn’t realized that he had a finite amount of times he could be right. If he had known, he would’ve saved one of those moments for now, because the second the Glutton caught up with their escape he knew that he had been wrong about them making it. In the politest way of putting it, they were fucked.

Still, he wasn’t just gonna stand there and get juiced like Hagan. It’d take all of the bleach in the world to clear that image from his head, but for now he forced it out of his mind. He heard Rien say something next to him, but the words had no meaning. He had to get out of there. He had to live. Then Billy did something he never would’ve done in a sound mind. However, when he was horrified, panicked, and feared for his life, morality no longer mattered. A decision wasn’t even made. It just happened. He let go of Maddie and left her and Rien behind, sprinting as quickly as he could away from what was certain to become a massacre. It didn’t even cross his mind that he was also leaving his sister behind, even as she screamed after him.

“FUCK!” yelled Penny, although her voice could hardly be heard over the chaos.

Penny replaced Billy in carrying Maddie. She had been hurling curses at Hagan seconds before he died, all the while pulling people away from the Glutton. Penny had been making her way to help give Caelea a hand with Paige when she saw her own goddamn brother abandon two people to certain doom. Helping Rien support the unconscious girl, they began to rush away from the Glutton as quickly as they could. Penny would shoot glances behind her, letting her Abstraction sense the world moving around her to prep to dodge any rogue tentacles that came their way even as the migraine threatened to split her head in two. She would’ve rather downed an entire bottle of Ibuprofen than be eviscerated like Hagan.

If they got out of this alive, she was going to kick Billy’s ass.

Rita had taken off after Claire, self-preservation finally kicking in and pulling her out of her nearly catatonic state. She didn’t quite know where she was going beyond way the hell away from the Glutton, but years of cardio gave her the speed she needed to get there quickly. She ran and she ran and she ran, not knowing if the thing was far behind her or right on her feet. She wouldn’t stop until her lungs were on fire and her feet could no longer carry here. Limbs of trees swiped at her face and tugged at her sweater, and a few times she stumbled over some roots, but the girl did not stop.

Penny continued to swear under her breath as she stomped away from the school with Maddie and Rien. Above, the sky was orange as the actual Glutton loomed over them all. She wondered if it could see them from up there, scattering like bugs from a toddler that lifted up the rock they were living under.? What chance did any of them have against something like that, if they so quickly abandoned one another? She felt herself swell up with anger, an anger she used to fuel herself with the energy needed to push forward. She’d get out of this, she’d find a way to kill this thing, get the answers regarding her younger brother, and then she’ll get out of this goddamn town for the rest of her life.
@Legion of TV Heads
She had half a mind to call up Mouth and have him Spam her phone with animal erotica videos for the rest of the damn month


Calypso be like:

I spoke to KF IRL a few days ago, as a bit of an update he's doing well but will be 'gone' for a little longer. Wishing him the best.

Working through the PMs that have been sent my way, and the previously 'teased' GM post of mine will be up either today or tomorrow, I'm just catching up on the IC so nothing I write is out of place. I may even write up my OWN CHARACTER (SHOCK).

Hope everyone is still having fun, albeit I understand things are a little strange without the GM/Creator present.


Dope! Can't wait to see that handsome boy/lady/ladyboy.

Might've already mentioned it, but I am gonna be outta town for the weekend. Probably won't be able to construct a post til Wednesday.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to get anything written before I go on vacation. If not, Monday or Tuesday should be looking good.
A short rest on a sagging mattress, a lukewarm shower, a cup of reheated coffee, and a stale nutrient bar made up Calypso’s post-work routine. She didn’t live far from work, about a twenty minute walk through dingy streets where a girl had to keep her wallet close and her knife closer. Her room was a simple studio apartment in a rundown building that served mostly as a hangout spot for kids whacked out on Trance or a pitstop for escorts and their Johns that wanted something a little more classy than behind the dumpster. The elevator was broken, everything smelled like mold, and the neighborhood was loud, nearly constant club music being occasionally punctuated with the yawk-yawk-yawk of gunshots. There was a lock, which was nice. It gave her neighbors something to struggle with before they realized that they had broken into an apartment poorer than theirs. Calypso described it as “minimalist”, which was her cute way of saying “empty and sad”.

It was on her shoddy, sagging mattress that she was sitting, since her couch only existed in a distant fantasy, one where she hoped to also be able to afford a box spring and perhaps, as if her dream wasn’t incredible enough, a frame. There she was battling with the ever eternal struggle between doing the right thing of not taking another job that had inadvertently turned her into a terrorist versus doing the only thing that would keep her from becoming homeless. It’d be easier if she had a partner, except her last relationship had bled all of the money out of her account before a fatal overdose closed any hopes of getting some reprimand. Good was ultimately losing to desperation, as was the case with many of the people who lived in the slums of Bandi and Ghajotia, and in the end she clicked on the first gig that didn’t scream “entrapment”. It was a face-to-face one. Normally not the type she liked to take, but considering how the last stash job went Calypso felt like a change of pace would be smart.

Within moments she had pulled on her hat and jacket and ducked out the door, taking care not to make any direct eye contact with the fellow low-lifes hanging in the stairs unless she wanted to risk hanging from the stairs. Calypso buzzed herself out and into the dreary street. It was daytime, but in her neighborhood it was impossible to truly tell—the buildings were suffocatingly close and buried underneath a web of rail lines, with most of the lights being from neon adverts for pachinko parlors and nude girls that gave everything a sickly pink glow. She hoofed it down the block, passing a flock of Black Brethren, a mix of homeless and junkheads, and a few unsupervised children playing that were not aware of how dark their future would be. Her phone buzzed. She’d look at it when she was on the hover-train. It wasn’t smart to flash anything of value out here, even if said thing was an old hunk of junk. It buzzed again. Her brows furrowed with annoyance. All night nothing, and now that she was busy she was getting hit up. Typical.

She ascended the stairs towards the rail stop. Calypso was headed to the business district. In Bandi, there was no train that went directly to the business district. She’d have to hop on one that stopped on the outskirts of the Kyoto District and take a transfer from there. Between the two rides and waiting on the train the next hours or so of her life would be taken up with the joy of public transportation. Ordering a direct ride would’ve been faster, but the Capri app only scrambled the ticketing system for the train; trying to bypass the payment on an automated vehicle just sent you on a one-way-trip to the nearest Peacekeeper holding cell. So she waited on the train, leaning against a railing with her fingers tapping out the rhythm of a song she couldn’t quite remember. What felt like an eternity later and she boarded the hovertrain, taking a seat in the almost empty car.

Safer than before, she pulled out her phone. There was a message from the Capri app; she was to meet her contact in their lobby building and should message back when she arrived. Calypso raised an eyebrow at the missed call from Miranda. She didn’t know why the woman had called her, but she knew that the Florist’s street translator wouldn’t ring her up for anything outside of cashing in that favor Calypso owed her. Sorry, lady, already got a gig, she thought as she pretended to not see the call, already moving on to the text she received from Sunflower. For a moment she thought that maybe the Florist himself wanted her for a job, with two of his ladies blowing up her phone, but the former Capri delivery girl turned exclusive drug mule just felt like bragging to Calypso about the fact that she had gotten laid. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal, except she always went into very heavy details and tended to embellish greatly. Calypso rolled her eyes. Like an Asseylum would ever screw someone who called themselves something a lame as Sunflower, thought the girl who called herself Calypso.

She switched trains at the Kyoto station and continued the second half of her commute in peace, watching as the poverty line retreated from the window as the train screamed towards the business district, its towering skyscrapers serving as sentinels. In some way or another, each building had some kind of ties to Osi-Corp, operating through subsidies and shell companies. Calypso felt as if she was moving into hostile territory as the train drew nearer. It was strange. She knew she was in danger in her own neighborhood, but at least there she did not stand out. Here, she was a target for Peacekeepers, who could take one look at her and see the poor fuming off of her body. They didn’t like her kind of people so close to their money centers, as they tended to ruin the illusion that everything was going all right for everyone. The train halted to a stop, and the sacrificial scapegoat stepped off onto the platform. She paused for just a second, rolled her neck, and began walking with a purpose to her destination.

She didn’t know why, but Calypso was already beginning to dread her decision of taking this job.
@Legion of TV HeadsI'd normally jump on that but I'm going to be gone next weekend, so my next post will be a solo one.

@DJAtomikaWe got a mad scientist slash drug producer, their friendly neighborhood pusher, a perpetually drunk private eye, a militant Luddite, a corporate agent with a license to kill, a rich philanthropist moonlighting as a radical Militia leader, and "special" delivery girl. @Ozerath is working on a goody-goody Peacekeeper, I think. There's also a scary assassin, a vengeful old ex-con, a boxer turned promoter, a hacker detective, but none of them have made their intro yet so whatever.

We got plenty of criminal types, but we don't have anyone directly affiliated with any of the gangs/factions besides the Militia, so we could use a character with strong connections to one of them. But really I'm just excited to see you make a character and join us, regardless of what their background is.
@Ezekiel I'm also a no go on the discord route. I like having everything for our RP hosted under one nice little roof...as much as I do like the idea of us having a fake Twitter.
@Surtr IncYe ye!
@KingfisherWe'll truck forward without our glorious leader for the time being. Take care of yourself brother, catch ya in seven.
@ElRey814Let's get 'em! Where are my torches and pitchforks?

Also, my character is now more or less free at the moment, so if anybody has any ideas and needs a morally flexible UPS dude you know where to find me.
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