Bork Lazer

KARSTS - A World Beyond Eons

@Bork Lazer Could you uh perhaps put my CS in the CS section? I mentioned I couldn't copy/paste before.

@Dark Cloud

Sure.

KARSTS - A World Beyond Eons

@pugbutter@Dark Cloud@Rapid Reader@Prince Potter@Adverb

Your sheets are accepted.

You can put your character sheets in the CS tab. I'm just making adjusments to the IC post as needed and correcting stupid mistakes. Congratulations on making it.

Wal Quest - Interactive Post Apocalyptic Quest

[X] - Take one item from the good Pharmacist.[1]

[X] - A tube of 100 Vitamix-Plus Gummies - Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, you think you even see a little bit of magenta in there. [1]

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You remember the warning words the pharmacist gave you before you departed.

“ Take one if you’re feeling unwell. Two for emergencies. Only take more if you are near death.” The iron memory of his grip on your hand comes painfully back when he dragged you close to him. His last warning was spoken as if he was begging. “ And don’t ever eat three of the same color.”

Taking in the stale air, you take a look back at the ruined Top Shelf from which you fell from before heading out. It’s quiet. Emptier than usual. The bustling bazaars and samplers who would be following you like hungry flies are almost non-existent today. Only a few wander the streets and they do so hurriedly, like cockroaches fleeing from the shadow of a foot.

You walk alone towards the entrance from which you originally entered the Bargain Bin. The counter is now a ruined pile of slag and plastic. You spot a man decked in a full-body suffocating diving suit pull out a sharpened match stick out of a wall and toss it into a pile of other assorted weapons - Q-Tips, plungers, anything that the Smiler horde could get its hands on. You stop just as a Shopping Cart comes through, its hover jets sputtering to lift up the load of dozens of dead bodies it carries.

There’s a loud shout of commotion and your muscles tense up in anticipation of yet another unexpected Smiler attack. Thankfully, it’s not. The source of it is coming near the entrance where a dozen guards standing in a ring are pushing away a crowd of aislers from cola merchants to dorfen workmen. You work your way through the angry crowd to make it to the front. Why were all of these people so angry? As if recognising your confusion, one guard walks up to you and puts up a hand.

“ Sorry, stationari.” The guard shook his head. “ I can’t let you go out through this gate. The Bargain Guard’s been ordered to keep all aislers away from this area until the situation has been rectified.”

“ I can handle myself out there.”

The guard narrows his eyes and rubs the dark circles around it. Your eyes recognise the signs of fatigue on him. Not just general exhaustion but battle fatigue. Every patch of exposed skin under his cardboard vest is covered in scratches or bruises. His scabrous knuckles are an angry red and he's almost leaned over in a slouch, as if his body wants to sleep upright. You swear you can even see burnt rent scars, tinged green, on his tupperware helmet. You then come to a realization.

It's not from the angry and riotous aislers they've been fighting all day.

It's from what's outside that gate.

“ Oh, you think you can handle a rabid pack of Amboluceti? In fact, have you ever seen an amboluceti before?” He cuts you off rudely before you can get a word in. “ No, you haven’t. If you had, you wouldn’t be asking me this stupid question in the first place. As far as I’m concerned, I’m not going to get in trouble with my superior for letting some binge buyer with a paper sword waltz by me and get himself trounced by six Amboluceti around the next aisle.”

He sticks his nose and stares unflinchingly up into your eyes, awaiting whatever words you have to say.

[X] - Force your way through.

[X] - Intimidate the guard.

[X] - Find another way through.

Friendships

@Rapid Reader is not my best friend and has blackmailed me into being a GM to them during my tenure on this website. I dunno what my experiences over the last year or so roleplaying would be without them.

KARSTS - A World Beyond Eons

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Sounds good to me Bork! Since I slipped in after you gave everyone else feedback, is there anything I need to change about mine?

@Prince Potter

Nothing really major that would be considered objectively terrible. Just minor spelling errors in your CS and so forth that could use a second look. Otherwise, anything else I have issue with is just a subject of taste.

KARSTS - A World Beyond Eons

Yo, all. Just a heads up about its going to go on the first day. I've already finished up a rudimentary IC post to blast you all with but I'm still waiting on yáll to finish your CS's so I can fine tune the details.

Anyway, just a reminder that the due date is February the 2nd, 10 PM EST. Try to make it on that time.

Bork Lazer's Storage Bunker

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War.

War never changes.

Light and then, darkness.

That was how the long, messy and protracted end of civilization came to be. The great cities and governments of old were consumed by the atomic inferno that they created and sought to use to benefit themselves.

Yet, for many, it was not the end. Near the twilight of the 21st century, underground shelters of steel and rock known as Vaults were built in a last ditch effort to avoid armageddon. Those fortunate enough to gain residency survived unscathed. When the doors opened, they spread out across the ashes of the new world to repopulate, reestablish and rebuild. History would repeat itself again as new societies and tribes retracing the footsteps of their legacies competed and waged war with one another in this blasted hellscape.

As a century passed and the West burgeoned with the flames of civilization, the East remained eerily quiet. Around campfires, traders and vagrants from the east speak of an emerald land at the end of the mighty Mississippi, down by the mire of the Bayou Marsh.

They called it the Crescent. The monarchial Orleans Empire rules over the French Quarter and its 10 districts, determined to bring prosperity with an iron fist. However, the Empire faces threat from instability and dissidents. The Neo-Confederates seek to restore the slave trade to its former glory whilst the Liberte movement aims to restore the principles of democracy and justice in a merciless wasteland.

Deep in the Bayou, where shadows creep and crawl, the Masquerade, an order of witch doctors and shamans, plays and pulls strings to expand their ever increasing web of influence. Meanwhile, preying on the chaos, the Many Rivers Protecterate institutes a vision of anarchy amongst its many disorganized members who traverse the Gulf and the wider Carribean in search of reward.

You are a passenger of the Colorado Vagabond, a merchant ferry that is just finishing its maiden voyage. You came to the Crescent in search of a better future, yet, what happens next is not what you entirely expected…...

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KARSTS - A World Beyond Eons

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Thank you for the feedback; I was actually wondering that because I was like... If he isn't mutated how will he have lizard abilities, I was angling for Kly'tar's race to be an actual race in Karsts. I could have him be a mutant in a way that changed his hide red, among other things?

@Dark Cloud

Sure.

KARSTS - A World Beyond Eons

Love the progress so far. However, I have just a few comments to make since you're all doing your draft CS's on the thread.

@Dark Cloud - Keep in mind that True Kin cannot have mutations and are unable to look inhuman and that their race is strictly human. You can still be a 'lizard' person if you're creative enough.

@Adverb - Great mushroom person concept. Just make sure your mutations fit what you're going for.

@Rapid Reader - I've told you this before but you don't need to strictly follow in-game lore. Otherwise, great sheet.

@Flagg - No comment other than your character is the oldest out of everyone here and I expect your backstory to reflect that.

Wal Quest - Interactive Post Apocalyptic Quest

[2] - [X] - Stick with your original plan. Go back to the Stationary Shogunate and give the package to your clan elders.

[2] -[X] - Let him in on your plan.

[X] - Ask him if he can help identify the package. (Optional)

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You reply teresely. “ Back to my home. To my parent clan. To the Stationary Shogunate.” You hug the package tightly and stare at him expectantly, waiting for the sound of laughter or stinging criticism of your plans that were already beyond the expiry date.

Instead, all that comes is an understanding nod. “ Honor really gets the best of you at the end, doesn’t it, stationari?”

“ Like an outsider would even know about us.” you bite back.

“ Oh really?” The pharmacist clears his throat and then, begins to speak slowly, as if reciting a creed. “Steel bends.”

“ Paper tears,” you reply automatically whilst your brows raise in surprise.

“ Glue hardens.” he continues, never pausing.

“ Ink smears.” Your mouth says the words out of habit but there’s only the question of How? on your mind.

“ My will is stainless.”

“ My honour is eternal,” you finish breathlessly. “ Where did you learn it? Outsiders only know the shortened version.”

“ You're not the first Samurai I’ve encountered.” The pharmacist said before pointing towards your eyepatch. “ So, Sakura, eh? I suppose you were tasked with returning this package to the papersmiths.”

You nod. “ Aye. They promised to restore my reputation and my status as samurai if I brought it back to them.”

“ Promised.” The pharmacist rolled his eyes. “ Is that what those old warhawks call it nowadays? Do you really think giving that package to them is the best thing to do? We all know who started the last Black Friday in the first place.”

You didn’t need reminding of that. With no patience to discuss the politics of inter-departmental politics, you decided to take a different tack. You lifted the package out to him invitingly “ Perhaps, they won’t if you can help me identify what this is exactly.”

“ This is high quality plastic, no doubt about it.” He rapped against one side of it with its knuckles soundlessly before rubbing his nose and taking a deep breath. “ I can smell disinfectant. It’s been stored for a long time. It doesn’t have the stench of the Wal on it at all….”

He continued to look at it some more, turning it upside down and onto each and every end. When he was finally done, his face was slightly ashen, looking down at the package with reverence.

“ Like you heard me earlier, this is Wal-Tech.” He scratched his chin. “ But this is no ordinary piece of Wal-Tech. It has the mark of the Employees on it.”

“Employees?,” you scoff. “ They’re all dead. There are no more employees left. Everyone knows that they all perished during the Fall.”

“Or so we believe.” He then crossed his arms. “ This is priceless. With all the details you’ve given to me, it would make sense why an entire Smiler crusade would be after this product. Anything with the mark of the Employees on it has the power to change a Department. Even change the Wal itself…..”

He turns to look at you, face now grim and ashen.

“ I think it’d be best for you to leave the Bargain Bin. At once.”

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You depart the day after during the opening hours. You gather what equipment survived your fall and try to make the best of your ruined armor. With a little help from the Pharmacist’s assistants, you manage to pancake it into a paper buckler that hangs onto your right hand.

Even, the Pharmacist did leave you one parting gift.

[X] - Take one item from the good Pharmacist.

[X] - A tube of 100 Vitamix-Plus Gummies - Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, you think you even see a little bit of magenta in there.

[X] - WalVicks Absolute Zero Cold Relief - This dark bottle rattles with a liquid that frosts the very glass itself.

[X] - Novolog Insu-Inhalant - This nasal syringe immediately makes your nostrils itch at the thought of using it.

[X] - You didn’t take anything from him. Regardless of how he helped you, you can’t trust to put any substance in your body that was given by him.