ClocktowerEchos

A fantasy setting collaboration?

@Kenaron Yeah, I believe there should be different types of dragons; would explain why there's a pantheon of them being worshipped and why they will fight amongst one another sometimes.

A fantasy setting collaboration?

A location I just thought up of: the Glade of Lost Knights

Deep within the ice-swept forests of Hyloth is a clearing with snow that never stops and suits of armor frozen in time. Once a regal army of knights on an impossible mission, their armor now faded and aged, joints rusting with a coating a snow, swords still clutched firmly in long dead hands.

When the crown prince of Walynr went missing, the Knights of the Velvet Flame immediately took a penitence quest to find the young prince. Overcome with grief and self loathing, the traditional guards of the royal family set out to find the prince, no matter how far they would have to go. With their banners raised high and mounted upon noble steeds, it would be the last time these brave knights would be seen.

In a tale now often sung of by bards and myth weavers, tragedy struck the Knights of the Velvet Flame who were hit with one unfortuante event after another. The wagons containing their rations where lost when they tumble over a cliff, bandits and monsters beset upon them at every turn and storms followed them wherever they went. The Frozen Forest of Hyloth would become their graves as what was once a proud order of over a thousand knights became less than one hundred ragged corpses walking towards death.

Yet, the persisted and marched into the forest, no longer on horses having eaten them long ago. They called for the prince with their fading voices and dying breaths. One by one the knights began to fall, consumed by starvation, too weak to move in their heavy armor until at last their Grandmaster, clutching their tattered standard, fell to the ground, the name of the prince on his frostbitten lips.

Declared lost by the kingdom, these knights were never found and their withered bodies and travelled armor became covered with snow, their souls locked within their armor. But so honorable where they that even in death they have not forgotten their knightly vows and legend says that should anyone within the glade call for aid, the suits of battered armor will rise up and defend those who cannot. Having failed to protect their prince, they swore to never again let someone be harmed in their presence, even in death.

A fantasy setting collaboration?

My take on the Frankenstein:

The dragons, while often distant and seemingly uncaring, know when they are threaten and will act quickly to dispose of those who threaten them. Such was the case with an ancient king who wanted to become the strongest man to have ever lived and then going beyond it. He invested countless hours and his entire kingdom's wealth into research and study, bankrupting his people. But as his subjects laid starving and dying, their cries deft to his ears, he orders his host of mages to begin the rituals that would transform him into a god.

Sensing this, the dragons intervened and wove their own magic into the ritual, cursing it and the king. With an explosion followed by a brilliant black light, the king's castle was shattered and the streets where now empty of all life; no more guards, no more beggars, no more people. What had happened was due to the dragon's interference, the king had merged with all the citizens who he had tortured and oppressed to get the resources for this project, turned into a grotesque being instead of the magnificent god he had hope.

Driven mad by the souls of those he had under him, the kingdom quickly collapsed and all those left fled out of fear of the creature that now rule the broken lands from atop a ruined castle, howling and crying at its own misfortune. Now, no one knows the king's name nor the realm he once ruled, referred to as only the Forlorn King Reborn. Legends state that to this day anyone who nears the castle grounds will hear an unsettling eldritch howl that can break the will of even the bravest of men.

I realize how Dark Soulsy my writing on this sounds on this lol

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

Active Characters:
- Jak-Jak
- Ash
- Crow
- Leroy

CS Guide

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[indent][b]| NAME |[/b]
[indent] Self explanatory. [/indent]
[b]| DEPARTMENT |[/b]
[indent]Where were you raised/currently live? Your character should make sense with whatever the Department’s culture is[/indent]
[b]| AGE |[/b]
[indent]Realistic for their experiences, please. [/indent]

[b]| TRAITS |[/b] - This is where you're "personality" traits come in as well as skills, make sure to balance them though.
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[b]| EQUIPMENT |[/b] - Weapons, armor, trinkets, pets, etc. Don't go overboard and what you take should make sense with your character.
[indent][list][*] [b]Item[/b] -
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[b]| BIOGRAPHY |[/b]
[indent]Describe your character's life up until now. Where did they come from? Any major events? How did it shape them? Why or how have they ended up as a Bargain Hunter? Doesn't have to be really long though.[/indent][/indent]

Example GM Character, Lewis Watton Sinesias

(Face Claim, not Armor and stuff)

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Lewis Watton Sinesias

| DEPARTMENT |

Clothing/Electronics

| AGE |

29

| TRAITS |

• Veteran Bargain Hunter - A life of adventure and exploring the endless halls and also has given otherwise untrainable skills such as that innate sense of danger and the ability to suppress that feeling paradoxically. He leads with great efficiency and has a good sense of management and navigation.
• Minor Noble - Born of a minor noble house within Clothing, Lewis is well educated compared to some others. However, not being a full noble with all the power, prestige and wealth that comes with it means that he doesn’t have the resources to truly pull together s
• Stubborn - Strong willed, Lewis doesn’t take things lying down and doesn’t quiet easily. Good thing for when the going gets tough, not so good when you walk head first into the Baby Goods Department.
• Ambitious - Between being the child of a lesser noble and being a Bargain Hunter, there’s no way he was never going to be ambitious, it gives him drive to do his work and feeds into his stubbornness (and potential narcissism).

| EQUIPMENT |

• Gambeson w/ Plates - Gambeson made of various thicker patches of clothing with a tin can breastplate with faulds and shin guards; isn’t the prettiest nor the newest but it has served Lewis well even if he is jealous of other people’s armors. Also wears a reinforced metal bowl over his head as a helmet with a feathered flume made of Dire Raven feathers (think of British WW1 helmets).
• Vambrace Shield - Instead of having an actual shield, Lewis has strong, reinforced forearm guards that he uses to parry and block instead. Lewis got them from his travels in from a clan in the Meat section of the Food Department. Does jack shit against heavy and ranged weapons though.
• Bag of Dice - A small pouch of dice that Lewis has on him, often pulling them out on down time to play guessing or betting games with; the pouch contains one twenty sided die given to him by an old dorf friend as a good luck token before he died.
• Dual Chief's Daggers and Las-Revolver - Primary weapons of Lewis; both have been with him since the start. The daggers where some of his first loot while the Las-Revolver was a gift from his father when he first started his life as a Bargain Hunter as a farewell gift, its cylinder can hold 5 AA batteries at once but is single action.

| BIOGRAPHY |

Lewis’s life began as a political maneuver between a minor noble of House Nike and a group of Tronboyz known as the Nervs. His mother was a daughter of the Sinesia and his father a respected warrior of the Nervs; it was hoped that such a marriage would solidify an alliance which would then provide the House of Nike with discounts on blaster weapons.

Growing up, Lewis’s life would be split between time with both Departments of his heritage. In his youth he was brought up by courtiers and tutors of House Nike where he learned to read, write, plot, plan and organize along with how to fight to some extend. All the basics needed for Clothing Department nobility. Which apparently includes knowing how to shank someone and punch them in the face.

When he was 10, he then spent more time with the Electronics Department. For 5 years he learned the ways of the Tron, honing his martial skills as well as creating a lust for old world things. Such was this drive that when he was 16, he set out to become a Bargain Hunter. Sometimes he would do it alone, sometimes with a group. Sometimes he had a patron sometimes he didn’t. Regardless, his life of adventuring has lead him to some rather exotic and interesting places as his experience helps make up the lack of vast sums of money that one sees with greenhorn noble jackass or the reputation of a wal-renowned Bargain Hunter.

POST ALL CHAR APPS IN OOC FIRST; CHARS TAB IS FOR ACCEPTED CHARS ONLY.

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

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They say you can judge a man’s character by the company he surrounds himself with. If that was the case then Lewis was practically a ghost, invisible to the rest of the tavern. For all his efforts, Lewis never really got much from it. He was no famous, wealthy Bargain Hunter who had a legion of brave veterans in the finest armor with a herd of maidens and bards who chased after them, wanting to get closer and turn their ever whisper into tales of legend. As one of such famous groups party on the other side of the tavern, Lewis just grunted into his drink, jealously undeniable in his eyes that darted from side to side looking for danger.

A gang of rather unpleasant fellows had been hunting Lewis down in these part for the past few days for some stupid reason, foolish really. Quite an overreaction to Lewis, all he did was sleep with a Wallord’s daughter. Damn warlords need to learn how to take things in stride, wasn’t like he forced himself on her but idiots will be idiots. Could have been worse. At least it was him, a well-dressed and mannered man of House Nike and not some Nevergro or something. Fixing his hood and cloak, Lewis’s eyes affixed themselves to the door of the tavern, tracking every slight ding and swooshing open of the handmade doors. This place used to be a Feasting Court for the obese Ambulcatorii before the likes of Prince Oliver the Twisted and his retinue of Suburban Knights slaughtered them to a man and attempted to set up their own kingdom, only to leave in a frustrated rage when they failed to build anything to their liking. Since then, its become a haven for outcasts, bandits, adventurers and of course, Bargain Hunters.

But a few hours ago Lewis had put up a bold poster calling for “brave, courageous adventurers” who were “seeking fame and glory” in his most “famed and fortunate company”. Even though he knew his name carried little prestige behind it, the veteran Bargain Hunter hoped that it would at least attract some people. A company of greenhorn jackasses make good meat shields if nothing else provided they fell for Lewis’s bullshit. Waving a hand for another round of Bratenbarry’s Brew of Berry, the man’s wait continued. He wasn’t a lightweight and had time to kill before (hopefully) netting some results. Besides, the berry brew actually tasted okay and Lewis was sure it wasn’t made with piss.

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OOC NOTES:
Welcome to the Wal-World IC!
This first part is the obligatory “everyone gather together” segment for everyone to meet up and stuff.
Actual progression won’t be happening just yet but when it does, I assure you it’ll be fast.
Feel free to puppet Lewis a little bit if you want him to respond to your character’s greeting or something like that.

Clocku the GM and Supreme Leader of Best Korea

Wal-World: Dead Stock [Walmart Apocalypse/WalWorld RP]

@Wade Wilson@Mercenary Lord@Neurovoid OOC Up.
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/161261-wal-world-dead-stock-walmart-apocalypse-adventuring-exploration-rp/ooc

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

"Deals to Die For."

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_{When the skies were aflame and burned, the Wal us what we yearned.
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When God left us for damnation, the Great Sam gave us salvation.
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When our old leaders failed us, the Great Sam rose up and led us.
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When our old lives were purged, the great Wal’s numbers surged.
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When we lost sight of the doors, we made new homes within.
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When the Old World died, the Wal was born.}

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Welcome

Based upon the /tg/ homebrew setting Walmart Apocalypse, this RP will be set within the confines of one of many mega Walmarts that people have flocked too when the world ended. Now how big are these megawalmarts you might ask? Try "the size of small countries"; these places are massive and seemingly go on forever and had their own residential blocks in the ages past, watched over by the eternally vigilant and murderous Stockerbots who both restock the sheleves and brutally slaughter anyone committing a crime. Given that everyone is basically committing some crime by simply having to "shoplift" to survive, just about everyone is a target so do try your best to say away from them.

As for what this RP will entail, it is based on a group of Bargain Hunters, a catch all term for mercenaries, explorers and adventurers. The group will go through various biomes, cultures and peoples all without suffering horrible fates (hopefully). Given as the "canon" (the linked page)lore is some what sparse, lore development and world building will also be a part.

CSs will be given the "mob democracy" review in which everyone gets to review and critique each other's character but I as GM will have final say. That said, come into this RP knowing that I can be a hardass GM at times and that there will still be limits as to what your characters will be like (ie having guns is something that will be heavily looked into) as well as being able to write at a high casual level and remain level headed and accept that things will not always make scientific sense.

Rules

• Be Mature and Follow Basic Rules - Don't be a dick, godmodder, poor sport, metagamer, keep interpersonal conflicts out of OOC, etc. Basic RPing manners really.
• GM is God - My word is hallowed law and my will shall be done. I am a hardass GM but I do tend to be benevolent unless something requires me to be otherwise in which case I will become a hardass. I also reserve the right to retcon things and break my own rules as I see fit.
• Timely, Good Posts - Try and post regularly, I'm not going to make any strict posting requirements but do try and stay active OOC/IC. If you have to drop out, please tell me; I don't hate when people drop and tell me, I do when they don't. I also suspect that people should be able to write decently length posts, nothing overboard but I will go after you if you make a 3 sentence post or something.
• Have Fun - Seriously, this is all for shits and giggles and mocking consumerist culture and capitalism and stuff like that. If you have any ideas that you think would improve the RP/world in some way, do speak up.

CS Guide

Here is the CS Guide. I'm implementing "mob democracy" in that people can comment and offer suggestions to other people's characters provided they stay civil. Final approval however is still in the hands of the GM. Do make sure that your character is logical to established "lore" though.

CS Guide

[center][img]IMAGE (Can just be a face claim)[/img][/center]
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[indent][b]| NAME |[/b]
[indent] Self explanatory. [/indent]
[b]| DEPARTMENT |[/b]
[indent]Where were you raised/currently live? Your character should make sense with whatever the Department’s culture is[/indent]
[b]| AGE |[/b]
[indent]Realistic for their experiences, please. [/indent]

[b]| TRAITS |[/b] - This is where you're "personality" traits come in as well as skills, make sure to balance them though.
[indent][list][*] [b]Attribute[/b] -
[/list][/indent]

[b]| EQUIPMENT |[/b] - Weapons, armor, trinkets, pets, etc. Don't go overboard and what you take should make sense with your character.
[indent][list][*] [b]Item[/b] -
[/list][/indent]

[b]| BIOGRAPHY |[/b]
[indent]Describe your character's life up until now. Where did they come from? Any major events? How did it shape them? Why or how have they ended up as a Bargain Hunter? Doesn't have to be really long though.[/indent][/indent]

Example GM Character, Lewis Watton Sinesias

(Face Claim, not Armor and stuff)

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| NAME |

Lewis Watton Sinesias

| DEPARTMENT |

Clothing/Electronics

| AGE |

29

| TRAITS |

• Veteran Bargain Hunter - A life of adventure and exploring the endless halls and also has given otherwise untrainable skills such as that innate sense of danger and the ability to suppress that feeling paradoxically. He leads with great efficiency and has a good sense of management and navigation.
• Minor Noble - Born of a minor noble house within Clothing, Lewis is well educated compared to some others. However, not being a full noble with all the power, prestige and wealth that comes with it means that he doesn’t have the resources to truly pull together s
• Stubborn - Strong willed, Lewis doesn’t take things lying down and doesn’t quiet easily. Good thing for when the going gets tough, not so good when you walk head first into the Baby Goods Department.
• Ambitious - Between being the child of a lesser noble and being a Bargain Hunter, there’s no way he was never going to be ambitious, it gives him drive to do his work and feeds into his stubbornness (and potential narcissism).

| EQUIPMENT |

• Gambeson w/ Plates - Gambeson made of various thicker patches of clothing with a tin can breastplate with faulds and shin guards; isn’t the prettiest nor the newest but it has served Lewis well even if he is jealous of other people’s armors. Also wears a reinforced metal bowl over his head as a helmet with a feathered flume made of Dire Raven feathers (think of British WW1 helmets).
• Vambrace Shield - Instead of having an actual shield, Lewis has strong, reinforced forearm guards that he uses to parry and block instead. Lewis got them from his travels in from a clan in the Meat section of the Food Department. Does jack shit against heavy and ranged weapons though.
• Bag of Dice - A small pouch of dice that Lewis has on him, often pulling them out on down time to play guessing or betting games with; the pouch contains one twenty sided die given to him by an old dorf friend as a good luck token before he died.
• Dual Chief's Daggers and Las-Revolver - Primary weapons of Lewis; both have been with him since the start. The daggers where some of his first loot while the Las-Revolver was a gift from his father when he first started his life as a Bargain Hunter as a farewell gift, its cylinder can hold 5 AA batteries at once but is single action.

| BIOGRAPHY |

Lewis’s life began as a political maneuver between a minor noble of House Nike and a group of Tronboyz known as the Nervs. His mother was a daughter of the Sinesia and his father a respected warrior of the Nervs; it was hoped that such a marriage would solidify an alliance which would then provide the House of Nike with discounts on blaster weapons.

Growing up, Lewis’s life would be split between time with both Departments of his heritage. In his youth he was brought up by courtiers and tutors of House Nike where he learned to read, write, plot, plan and organize along with how to fight to some extend. All the basics needed for Clothing Department nobility. Which apparently includes knowing how to shank someone and punch them in the face.

When he was 10, he then spent more time with the Electronics Department. For 5 years he learned the ways of the Tron, honing his martial skills as well as creating a lust for old world things. Such was this drive that when he was 16, he set out to become a Bargain Hunter. Sometimes he would do it alone, sometimes with a group. Sometimes he had a patron sometimes he didn’t. Regardless, his life of adventuring has lead him to some rather exotic and interesting places as his experience helps make up the lack of vast sums of money that one sees with greenhorn noble jackass or the reputation of a wal-renowned Bargain Hunter.

Lore

Here is the storage place for anything homebrew that we make in the RP. Terms, equipment, factions, people, lore, etc. Shall be used shortly.

Hunting and Sports submitted by @Aeonumbra

Hunting and Sporting Goods

Hunting and Sporting Goods is home to multiple areas of interest, and has a handful of different clans and sects. Much of their culture is based around misconstrued concepts and symbolism warped throughout the ages. The major beliefs and traditions revolve around the enthusiasts for Sports, Hunting, or Survivalism. There are very few truly civilized, settled areas due to the difficulty of travel within the department's domain, and the dangers that hinders everyday life. The largest of these is home to Sport, who settle in stadiums and arenas, safe behind the thick walls and secure doors. The hunters and survivalists are more nomadic, constantly roaming and shifting camps, never staying in on area too long and ever mindful of the dangers that lurk around every corner.

Sport is a meritocracy, where a person is only as prestigious as they are skillful and a person's prestige is observed through the trophies they've claimed from defeated opponents. The warriors of this society, known as Players, push themselves to athletic extremes to be the strongest, fastest, and most skillful through the use of drugs and dietary supplements. The most notable drugs they inject regularly are; "Bulk-Up", to enhance strength and muscle growth; and "Boost", to increase stamina and endurance. The side-effects often cause the users to be quite temperamental and angry, which more often than not induces a sort of homicidal rage. Pissing of a Player may result in them killing you, or at the very least smashing a bunch of stuff. They can also enter this frenzied state of adrenaline and anger through their daily rituals of "Getting Amped".

Linemen are the male warrior of the society who dress in reinforced layers of sporting gear, helmets, and pads. They have a berserker style of combat, where they rush towards foes in a blind frenzy becoming a locomotive of rage and muscle that is incredibly hard to stop. Fortunately, if you're not the target and you're not in their path you should come out relatively alright. The wield hockey sticks retrofitted with a combination of blades and spikes, or baseballs bats modified with spikes or with small, circular weights attached to bludgeon their enemies to death with. Some carry backboard kite shields. Their weakest point is their legs, which typically have little more than layers of thin, plastic shinguards encircling them. It is incredibility difficult to get through their upper armor and helmets which can easily shrug off blunt force attacks.

Point-Guards are the female equivalent, and are almost always found behind the protective meat-wall of their linemen, covering and supporting their linemen and ensuring they are guarded from rear attacks. They have a range of weapons to attack from a distance and support the linemen. They lob overfilled balls which explode on impact, easily disorienting and knocking down their target. Point-Guards can also hinder foes by ensnaring them in nets, where they will drag them away from their allies and later sell them as slaves, or perhaps just beat them to death—It depends how mad they are really. Point-Guards primarily use bows or in scarce cases, modified pellet guns that shoot plastic, or metal pellets. These guns are much less deadly than actual guns, but can still puncture crucial areas, they are especially deadly in large numbers. The deadliest piece of their equipment is the amped-up ball launcher, which bombards enemies with deadly, green balls packed with powdered chalk which turns them into small cannonballs. Unfortunately this piece of equipment is heavy, and the process of moving it is slow and takes multiple hands to do.

Team Captains are the head of a squadron of Linemen and Point-Guards, and the Manager is the sport equivalent of a military general, who oversees operations and directs the forces. The Manager is second only to the Announcer.

Within Sport exists the subculture of the "Xfit", a people devoted to maintaining the temple that is their body and toning it to perfect. They abhor the use of drugs, seeing it only as unnecessary pollution to the body. However, they do have a regimen of health supplements, vitamins, and other essentials that they believed are required by the body. Some of these beliefs border on the weird and extreme. The Xfitters primarily act as the suppliers for sport. They're fast, agile, and have a high stamina which makes them ideal for raiding a territory quickly while the warriors of Sport deal with any threats. Xfitters also double as messengers and as a small parcel delivery service due to their ability to move through the course with ease. Following one through the Hunting and Sporting Goods department is near impossible. Whereas the Linemen and Point-Guards travel through ever changing safe routes mapped by the Trainers; Xfitters can maneuver through the obstacles and traps fluidly with speed and precision should they choose to.

The final sect within Sport are the "Lopers". Most in Sport have mixed feelings about lopers, somewhere between disdain and pity, though they exhibit a tenuous acceptance as a whole. Lopers come from the hunting section of the department, though few sane individuals live there due to the higher concentration of Sekuritee bots. Because Lopers are not bulky like their sporty cousins, the often due work for the Owl Men employed as their eyes, ears, and hands. Lopers are nimble, ranged tacticians specializing in speed and cunning rather than brute force. Point-Guards often train with senior Lopers in the use of the bow.

Lopers do the jobs deemed unfit for the simpler minds of their cousins, especially when it comes to removing somebody from their own society. Due to their secretiveness, and generally odd appearance of dark fatigues and masks, Lopers come off as a mistrustful bunch with hidden agendas. Despite technically being of the Player social class, Sport does not consider them as such. Rarely has a Loper taken part in Super Owl Sunday, and even skirmishes with them are seen as nothing more than a playful joke, even if a Loper wins.

The Sports culture centers around a once-year, gladiatorial event known as Super Owl Sunday, the ultimate sporting event of the year. This event is overseen by the Owl refs, the holy men of their society who impart their wisdom of the rules and guidelines of Sport. Owlmen fill the roles of teacher, priest, and elder to help guide their people into Sport Valhalla, to forever skirmish with the God Fifa in the afterlife. The grand priest, and the final authority on Sport religion, and the herald who marks the opening of Super Owl Sunday is known as the Announcer, who is the equivalent to the king in their culture. It takes years to become a priest and learn all of the rules, but is regarded as one of the most respectable and honorable endeavors.

Sport embodies the belief of Mad-Den; A cultural philosophy that honorable warriors who devote their lives to the sport of battle will forever live eternally within Sport Valhalla. They often skirmish with each other, and often times this results in bloodshed but they do not try to actively kill each other unless one side has declared a Rivalry. The two largest clans are the Mad-Men and Enefel, who have an uneasy relationship scarred with multiple rivalries and bloodshed in the past. They're also the two biggest competing teams.

Hooter is the Saint of Sport, and Hooter's teachings revolve around relaxation, celebration, and teaches young, non-competitive women the ethics to continue the bloodline. Disciples of Hooters, or a "Hoot", "Hooty", or "Hooter", manage the various Sports Bars frequented by the warriors. Something of a mix between an actually bar, a raging party, and a brothel where Hoots can be sampled, or selected for breeding. Marriage doesn't play a large role in the society, rather Sport follows the principle of "The Broship". And always remember their golden rule, "Bros before Hoes". Hoe is a derogatory term for anybody who isn't good enough, whether it be lack of physical prowess or being ugly. If you ever call a Lineman or a Point-Guard a hoe, expect a rage induced fight.

Establishing a Broship with another entails something akin to marriage, but without ceremony or rule over one another. The epitome of friendliness with the primary purpose of creating children. The Alpha in the relationship is the warrior, and the Beta is whomever the Alpha selects. It's an honorable tradition, to love, care for, and support your Bro, but with much less nagging. It should also be noted that a person is never confined to a single Broship, and may have many Bros.

Those who are not Players do the menial labor. Slaves work the sweaty laundry fields, tasked with forever washing items from the stinking, rancid piles of discarded laundry. Though players respect all those but the slaves, Trainers hold a special place within their society. Trainers fill two roles: They mentor the young aspirants who want to become a player; and they are the department's caretakers. They fill the dangerous role of setting and maintaining the obstacle course labyrinth and have their own set of maintenance routes to use when hauling equipment out into the course.

Trainers fight a never ending war against the stocker bots, who see the course as "walking hazards", which is absolutely correct. Stocker bots are constantly dismantling the course and hauling the items away into back stock areas, only to restock them onto the shelves at a later date. If a traveler is lucky, they'll find a path that has been cleared by the bots before a trainer has rebuilt the course.

The Greenthumbs despise Sport, because they have greenspace from the fields and stadiums. However, Gnomes hold a begrudging respect for the care and maintenance Sport puts into their fields. Sport also trades frequently with Grocery to supply their beloved meats and junk food. Especially for their Sunday Tailgate, which is a weekly gathering of players that party and skirmish with each other. They also incur the services of Auto & Tires, Electronics, and Hardware to maintain their obstacle course and equipment. Hunting and Sporting Goods are often subject to wails from the Nevergrow, who hold a fervent fascination for many of their items. The Nevergrow are also surprisingly apt at navigating the course.

Mutant Dystopia: Escape Atlantic City

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Nah, but there may be a little flirting and maybe a relationship or two. If it can happen in the Walking Dead Games it can happen in a Mutant Apocalypse.

@Dynamo Frokane

Still, I didn't know "a little flirting and maybe a relationship or two" requires everyone to put it down.

Mutant Dystopia: Escape Atlantic City

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Because my gaydar is broken.

25 people trapped in a hostile city, there is sure to be a bit of that 'good to be alive' hooking up happening at somepoint and it'd be helpful if we knew what part of the garden we should throwing our seeds in.

@Dynamo Frokane

So... sex is going to be a major part of the RP and something you are expecting people to engage in instead of I don't know, doing their job and generally trying to survive? I wasn't aware that this was going to be a major component of the RP.

Mutant Dystopia: Escape Atlantic City

@Dynamo FrokaneOut of curiosity, but why do we need to put down sexualities in the CSs? Seems like a bit of a frivolous detail unless you are going to make it a major part of the RP.