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The Aftermath- Dark (as in genre, not pokemon type) Pokemon RP

Oh hey, this seems to be just my style.

Give me a bit to write up a character, I'm definitely interested.

Ultimate scumbaggery

You should see their website:

Turing Pharmaceuticals has leveraged deep expertise in discovery and development to innovate therapies for debilitating and often life-threatening diseases.

Yeah, right.

I guess buying the right to make a drug is innovation.

Fuckers.

ModemPunk: Radical Hackers in the 80's that never was.

*EEEEE-EEEEE-EEEEE-KSSSKTKKS-WEEE-OOOO-EEEEE-OOOO-BRRKKTTSSSSHHHH*

What is Modempunk?

First, take a pessimistic outlook on the 80's. Unemployment is at an all time high. The price of gas is in the 6 digits. Movies studios start going bankrupt when people can no longer afford to go to the movies; Piracy is rampant. Crime is rampant.

Then you add rampant speculation. Anti-piracy laws get passed, and now you need a license to own a personal computer, just like owning a gun. The dollar goes into a hyper-inflation spiral, and banks start issuing their own currency, 1800's style, only this time they put it on floppies and called them "Cred-points". And so on.

How do you play?

The system is really dead simple, being that you only really ever use 1 12-sided die (A d12) for all checks, and playing fast and loose with the rules is encouraged. You should really check out the rulebook, (It's right after the Joints'n'Jivers rules). The whole thing is about 15 pages, It'll take you about 5 minutes, tops.

Do you have a plot?
Nothing specific, but I'd rather figure out if anyones actually interested in playing a game like this first, and then figuring out what the story is actually going to be.

Heres the char sheet right away if you're interested:

Hider

Name: [What are you called?]
Handle: [What do you call yourself?]
Outfit: [What do you wear and look like? Either a picture or description is fine.]
Stats: [You get 25 points to distribute among your stats. If you're in doubt about any of these, don't hesitate to ask!]
=Athletics
=Health
=Computers
=Phreaking
=Talking
=Presence
=Guns
Gear: [Gear boosts some stat for anywhere from +1 to +3. You get up to +4 worth of gear.]
Reputation: [What are you known for?]
Personality: [What are you like?]
Background: [Where do you come from?]

The Omega Project (superpower rp)

Well, I'm interested!

It seems really neat.

Could we please get rid of the math.

Okay, let's go back down to basic algebra.

6x+7y=9
y=3

Solve for x.

@Nilesapa

-2.

Now for something a little more hands on:

Find the measurements of the rectangular parallelepid (height, width, length) with the smallest possible perimeter (The sum of all it's sidesedges) and a surface of 48 area units.

Internet usernames in ~20 years

Eh, even you were only allowed to pick usernames by splicing together 1-3 english words (of which there's apparently about 180000~750000, but let's be conservative), you'd still get a ludicrous 180000 + 180000^2 + 180000^3 = 5832032400180000 (about 5.8*10^15) possible usernames, ignoring limits on total character length and whatnot. Judging by how many people use this scheme, I suppose it's a fair enough estimate of how many legible usernames there are.

Which at least indicates that the future probably isn't going to need highly butchered and concise usernames. But it won't stop people from using them anyways, I'd guess.

Could we please get rid of the math.

It's good for you, don't knock it if you haven't tried it.

Scenario for spam

Eh, business as usual.

Don't post in this thread

You don't tell me what to do

Superpowered RP: Looking for more players

Is it much too late to submit a character?

CS

Name: Gretchen Pranvere
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance

Power: Slime Physiology
Personality: A very self-centered sort of person, stubborn and reluctant to accept help. She does like talking to people, especially when traveling since, though she could care less about their lives, it beats riding in awkward silence. Not to mention at least some of the stories she hears are interesting. Really, her life objective at the moment is simply to stave off boredom for as long as she can.
Likes: Traveling, swimming, sleeping outdoors and non-boring people.
Dislikes: Sitting still, doing the same thing over and over again, being forced to follow rules, and bad food.
History: Gretchen was raised somewhere in Southern California, to a pair of overly stiff parents. Said parents were also either in business or sales, (She never found out which), and were hence rarely actually home. So, she ends up having to take care of herself more often than not. In the first year of highschool, she joined the school swim team, nearly drowned, stabbed a student (Or so it was rumoured, she was never actually caught), and got fairly terrible grades, much to her parents total lack of reaction. She had become remarkably unpopular, and without much reason to stay in school save for the swim team.

So she dropped out when she was 15, and left home while her parents were away on business. By the time they noticed, she was already in completely different state. She really only arrived at Pavar about a year after that, and only a few weeks after discovering her powers.

Awakening:
There was a knocking on the door to the stall. "Miss, are you alright?" A female voice, probably some old grannie.
"Yeah, no, I'm like, perfect here," replied Gretchen, before promptly throwing up into the toilet some more. "I've never felt better in my entire life, thank you so very much for asking."
The person on the other side stayed quiet for a moment, surely taking the time to appreciate her biting sarcasm. Gretchens body was starting to go limp and shaky, the throbbing headache and nausea wasn't helping in the slightest. Maybe eating out of dumpsters was starting to take it's toll on her.
"Well, you don't sound so good, dear, and you've been in there for quite a while," said the grannie, whose sole purpose in life was now to nag Gretchen and make an already annoying day even more obnoxious. "Would you like me to call an ambulance for you?"
"No, fuck off lady, I don't need any help in throwing up my lungs." She heard the woman step away, and shut the door outside.

Like any bad day, the memory of how it started was fairly well etched into her mind, not that it made any sense. She remembered walking into the local convenience store/gas station, thankfully open at 4 am. When it came time to actually buy anything, the clerk was kind enough to point out that her hand was dripping all over the place, leaving bits of skin and whatnot all over the counter. Rather than answer his very direct "Do you have a skin condition, madam?", she just paid and left post-haste for the bathroom. As it happened, her hands and arms and face were literally oozing, like a wax figure in an oven.

That was what, an hour ago? God, to think this day was just getting started. Gretchen then proceeded to black out on the bathroom floor.

She came around sometime later to find herself completely recovered, though thirsty, and left just as fast as she came. As she thought about what happened, she realized it couldn't have been a dream, or any sort of hallucination. She felt lighter too, more flexible, like someone had taken a huge weight off her.

Whatever it was, she figured she'd have time to figure it out later, and she hitched a ride to the next town.