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STATUS: Today I officially de-fridged the death of a female character who was fridged for RP drama almost 20 years ago. Hopefully it makes sense in the story and comes across as a way better story beat. 8 mos ago
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8 mos ago
Current Today I officially de-fridged the death of a female character who was fridged for RP drama almost 20 years ago. Hopefully it makes sense in the story and comes across as a way better story beat.
4 yrs ago
Jokes on everyone I just look like a sad Travis Touchdown who has really really loud shits
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4 yrs ago
You status bar people sure are a contentious bunch
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4 yrs ago
Adding to that, unless you are exhibiting life threatening symptoms (unable to breathe, etc) go to a rapid test site in your area than going to the ER. Local ERs are swamped and overwhelmed here.
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4 yrs ago
As someone who has been stabbed in the past knives are not kinky
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In A Stellar Tomb → 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


"I thought it said "liberate me"-"save me." But it's not "me." It's "liberate tutemet"-"save yourself." -Event Horizon




Kepler Space Station

Humanity's migration into space is reaching the end of its first century; since then, interspace travel has become the biggest drive for humanity. For now, the only way to seed other planets is by vast, expensive colony ships with only a 60% chance of arriving on an Earth-like planet intact and with its colonists all alive. And then the hope is that the planet is suitable for life. Because of this, countless corporations have invested in various scientific theories. That's what the Kepler Space Station, located in the orbit of Neptune's moon Triton, is focused on.






The station is enormous and backed by various megacorporations in the solar system. So far, the population in the space station numbers twenty-thousand people living on all levels. They range from blue-collar workers to white-collar executives and scientists. To quote Janus Corp, one of the five major corporations that run the station, "Kepler needs everyone to help bring us to the future."

Of course, it's not all perfect. The five megacorps do not live in harmony. Each has its agenda against the others, and each desperate person wants to be the sole holder of this space-folding technology. And, of course, there's the problem with the technology; specifically, it tends to drive the people operating it and testing it insane.




You are a worker on the space station. It is September 17th, 2199. And everything you know is about to end.




The World

This is not a utopian future. This world is ruled by oligarchical corporations acting as private governments. The fact that Kepler is governed jointly by five of these corpos is almost unheard of, but they have combined their enormous wealth to create the most advanced research space station city in the solar system. Its location being exceptionally far from Earth allows the corporations even more freedom to do whatever they please. The only thing making life somewhat bearable is that each corpo keeps the others in check, never allowing one of their more extreme ways of governing to become the status quo.

The Corpos that control Kepler are:












The Station

The Station is divided into 8 districts:











You

Hey, it's you, the player character! Who are you, anyway? Are you a low-class engineer who works in the Underside? A food technician who grows tomatoes in hydroponics and makes sure the various fish aren't getting sick? Are you a reporter that the Corpos want for breaking into their offices, and you're now hiding out in a friend's office at the Sprawl?

It doesn't matter who you are. Everything is going to go to hell.

But before everything goes to hell, let's find out exactly who you are.




Now the OOC Stuff
A Stellar Tomb is an existential horror RP in the vein of many great films and games, such as Event Horizon, Signalis, Solaris, Dead Space, etc. There is a greater focus on storytelling, psychological themes, horror, and our place in the universe than on action and adventure. This is a mystery, and the characters will have to work with and sometimes against one another to solve it and perhaps survive.

So, who am I? I'm Drew, aka DruSM157. I've been here for a long time, writing and disappearing. I'm back, so I'm in that writing phase. My stories fell off in the past because I got stuck with an "I don't know what to do now/I don't know where to push the plot" mentality. This go-around, I have a plan.

I am ultimately looking for a small group of writers with this RP to make it more personal and focused. Plus, I hope I can make it a little bit scary. My only expectation in writing is that folks let each other know if they are going to be absent over multiple days, especially if we are writing a lot. If things die down to a crawl, I may ask everyone if they are still interested in continuing or if we need to end; I do not like wondering if people still want to write.

Anyway, that's all there is to it. If you have any big questions or concerns, let me know! Also I will usually have certain ambient music to go along with IC posts so watch for hiders. I tend to try and match the scene with the soundscape when I can.


In Drew's testy place. → 2 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum


"I thought it said "liberate me"-"save me." But it's not "me." It's "liberate tutemet"-"save yourself." -Event Horizon




Kepler Space Station

Humanity's migration into space is reaching the end of its first century; since then, interspace travel has become the biggest drive for humanity. For now, the only way to seed other planets is by vast, expensive colony ships with only a 60% chance of arriving on an Earth-like planet intact and with its colonists all alive. And then the hope is that the planet is suitable for life. Because of this, countless corporations have invested in various scientific theories. That's what the Kepler Space Station, located in the orbit of Neptune's moon Triton, is focused on.






The station is enormous and backed by various megacorporations in the solar system. So far, the population in the space station numbers twenty-thousand people living on all levels. They range from blue-collar workers to white-collar executives and scientists. To quote Janus Corp, one of the five major corporations that run the station, "Kepler needs everyone to help bring us to the future."

Of course, it's not all perfect. The five megacorps do not live in harmony. Each has its agenda against the others, and each desperate person wants to be the sole holder of this space-folding technology. And, of course, there's the problem with the technology; specifically, it tends to drive the people operating it and testing it insane.




You are a worker on the space station. It is September 17th, 2199. And everything you know is about to end.




The World

This is not a utopian future. This world is ruled by oligarchical corporations acting as private governments. The fact that Kepler is governed jointly by five of these corpos is almost unheard of, but they have combined their enormous wealth to create the most advanced research space station city in the solar system. Its location being exceptionally far from Earth allows the corporations even more freedom to do whatever they please. The only thing making life somewhat bearable is that each corpo keeps the others in check, never allowing one of their more extreme ways of governing to become the status quo.

The Corpos that control Kepler are:












The Station

The Station is divided into 8 districts:











You

Hey, it's you, the player character! Who are you, anyway? Are you a low-class engineer who works in the Underside? A food technician who grows tomatoes in hydroponics and makes sure the various fish aren't getting sick? Are you a reporter that the Corpos want for breaking into their offices, and you're now hiding out in a friend's office at the Sprawl?

It doesn't matter who you are. Everything is going to go to hell.

But before everything goes to hell, let's find out exactly who you are.




Now the OOC Stuff
A Stellar Tomb is an existential horror RP in the vein of many great films and games, such as Event Horizon, Signalis, Solaris, Dead Space, etc. There is a greater focus on storytelling, psychological themes, horror, and our place in the universe than on action and adventure. This is a mystery, and the characters will have to work with and sometimes against one another to solve it and perhaps survive.

So, who am I? I'm Drew, aka DruSM157. I've been here for a long time, writing and disappearing. I'm back, so I'm in that writing phase. My stories fell off in the past because I got stuck with an "I don't know what to do now/I don't know where to push the plot" mentality. This go-around, I have a plan.

I am ultimately looking for a small group of writers with this RP to make it more personal and focused. Plus, I hope I can make it a little bit scary. My only expectation in writing is that folks let each other know if they are going to be absent over multiple days, especially if we are writing a lot. If things die down to a crawl, I may ask everyone if they are still interested in continuing or if we need to end; I do not like wondering if people still want to write.

Anyway, that's all there is to it. If you have any big questions or concerns, let me know! Also I will usually have certain ambient music to go along with IC posts so watch for hiders. I tend to try and match the scene with the soundscape when I can.


In Sup, its ya boi POOHEAD189 → 2 yrs ago Forum: News
I for one welcome our new Poo overlords.

Ah what am I saying I never post in here anymore.

Oh wait I just posted-
In Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sometimes I'm not sure who is more moody: Graves, Benkei, or Rael.


I'd say it's a tank thing but Graves screws that up
In Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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You liking 5 is your fatal flaw outside of your secret southern accent.


I have become tilted.

In Persona ~ Alone at Sea (PERSONA WITH A BOAT 𓊝) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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Shush you.


As someone who really likes every game because I have spent too many years of my life playing them:

In Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Location: Mystic Prophecy Chapterhouse, The City-State of Thorinn, Aetheria


Children of Letria. Before the glitch, Benkei would have probably stalked everything about the guild, figured out the best players, and determined if they were worth dealing with anyone worth a shit in the game. The fact that they had some beef with Mystic Prophecy probably spoke to why they didn’t immediately come to mind; after all, Mystic was one of the best.

”We can go on ahead Alja,” Benkei told his companion, giving her a half-hearted smile. ”Is there anyone that would be willing to speak with us? Maybe we could drop your name to provide us with a little more help through their doors.” Benkei nodded to his brother and Rael, and was half-preparing to turn when he eyed Luci again. Shit.

There was so much he wanted to tell her. He’d thought about Aaginim a lot in the past few weeks. He thought about how he could never live up to him, how if he had survived, the efforts at bringing together players would have been so much easier. He was the kind of person who could draw so many together, he could have made an entire kingdom under his banner.

Kazuma was no such man. Benkei knew this all too well. Aaginim was someone to aspire to be, but he was nothing more than a lonely kid. But it didn’t mean he didn’t have to try. ”I’ll never be the kind of leader he was. I don’t even know if I’m the right person to try and bring people together. I’ve been so shitty to so many people in this game, trying to be the best. But I’m going to try my best, regardless. I know that it will never be as good as his best, but I have to try.” It felt good to get that off his chest. If there was anyone to think of, to aspire to be at this time, it was Aaginim. Even if he could never be the hero, if he strived hard enough, maybe he could still make some difference.

In Drew's testy place. → 3 yrs ago Forum: Test Forum


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Physical Details ◢
Life as a mercenary has turned a once thin, lanky young Alan into the gnarled man that now pilots the Wild Wolf. His face still denotes some tinge of handsomeness under the usual gleam of oil and dirt, but time and stress have caused early wrinkled to appear on Alan’s forehead. He also has tinges of gray appearing in his dark brown hair now. He stands at an average height of 5’10, and his arms and legs are quite muscular due to the labor that comes with self-maintenance on an NC.

Alan’s usual facial demeanor among strangers is a lackadaisical and goofy attitude. A half-cocked smile, a wry grin, and a gentle chuckle are commonplace for Alan in a canteen or a meeting room. It’s when he gets to know someone or when things get serious that his demeanor changes into a cold stare; revealing his dark green eyes. He usually has bags under his eyes, both in part to a lack of good rest and due to the mental strain, the Polaris shift has done to his brain. His dark, spotty beard is usually unkempt but thin, and his hair is kept in a messy cut, never long, but always disheveled.

Background Information ◢
Alan grew up in Dead Springs, near the Atlanta Megacity in Fairbanks. With small ruins and tons of junk, it became a frontier trading post between the larger megacities in the lower Fairbanks. Still, living in the frontier comes with danger: raiders especially. The test came to Alan’s town later in his life, when he was fifteen. Thinking of a chance to provide for his family and give them a better life than living in a junkyard town, he took his chance with the surgery. Still, a town needs money to pay its pilots. And Dead Springs was no megacity. But when you’re in a junkyard, you can find many wondrous things: including the frame of the Wild Wolf. Found nestled away in a collapsed compound in the ruins, the frame had been stripped of armor and a core, leaving only the skeleton remaining: a remnant of what it could be. But a frame would work: with money raised for a core, and what armor and armaments the money could afford; the WW was rebuilt piecemeal. But it worked.

Alan took up sorties with local combatants, as well as defense jobs in the area; providing for both his home and his family; allowing them more luxuries than a Junker’s life can provide. But more than that, he fought to bring them some semblance of peace. However, a roughshod mech is only as good as its parts and pilot allow; and it was on these sorties that Alan met real terror. A team of outdated and hand-built mechs doesn’t usually fare well against well-trained and well-equipped soldiers; especially deserters from Atlanta. Outmatched and outgunned, Alan’s compatriots were slaughtered, and he was left broken and left for dead; a heavy grinder blade dug into his cockpit and tore the metal apart, giving him his facial scar as a reminder. Alan's final memory of that day was a large custom NC with golden plating, inspecting Alan's damaged frame and simply walking away.

The deserters didn’t simply wipe out the defense party; they came to Dead Springs. The town and its people burned. By the time Alan had made his way to his hometown, he was too late. The sight of his family and friends slaughtered awoke something inside of him: a beast; a wild, rabid dog that fed on all of Alan’s negativity towards his weakness came to life. It consumed him and drove him to fight. He survived, and he kept the Wild Wolf alive using the parts he could salvage from his fallen comrades. Metal scavenged from the destroyed ruins of his town strengthened his armor-and he went hunting.

Surprise attacks. Traps. Decoys and delays. Alan learned to fight his new enemies with his mind to make up for his glaring technological weaknesses and his lack of combat skills. And when it came to combat, the harder he fought, the higher his synchronization grew with the Wild Wolf. Between perfect synchronization in battle and the tactical advantages Alan created in combat, he’d gotten his revenge at the cost of serious damage to his NC. But the leader, the Golden NC, was nowhere to be found during this time. When Alan returned to the Atlanta burrow with news of the attack and these deserters, he was blacklisted from the job board, removed from the local registry, and told that it was simply a raider attack and nothing more. A week later, towns near Dead Springs claimed allegiance to the Atlanta Burrow, and most residents were relocated.

The official story was very sanitized, censored, and lacked anything about Alan. Alan's interpretations have been classified or simply ignored by Fairbanks staff at the Atlanta Burrow. With that, Alan left the Atlanta area and made his way across the continent, working for various settlements and cities. Alan began to make a name for himself over six years as an honest mercenary who got jobs done professionally. He grew his network of other mercenary pilots in Fairbanks, DV, and other areas.

During his tenure working as a mercenary, Alan upgraded the Wild Wolf’s systems and learned how to survive in the harsh wastelands by himself or with a squad. Still, Alan’s travels were always influenced by his one true goal: to find the Golden NC and finish what was started so many years ago.

Polaris Shift ◢
Alan was tested at the age of fifteen in his community of Dead Springs, and while he held a solid synchronization level during his first years as a community pilot in the Atlanta area, it wasn’t until his entire squad and home were destroyed that he experienced his first perfect synchronization, which is partially in line with the fact that he survived such an experience. In the six years since he has undergone perfect synchronization a handful of times, but in recent years he has been suffering from “memory bleeding.” In a sense, he is undergoing extreme mental dementia, where he experiences the memories of someone else. Memories include a pre-war forest in the morning, a sunrise, and snowfall. If left untreated, Alan can become lost in the memories, and become confused and upset when he is brought back to “reality.” He takes a low-dose prescription for now, but it only helps treat the symptoms, as his steady mental degradation is irreversible.

Personal Mission ◢
Alan will stop at nothing to find the pilot of the Golden NC, and his journey has led him to join up with an actual band of people; something he would never normally does. Someone or something has brought him into this group, and regardless of what exactly it is, it undoubtedly has some tie back to the Golden NC pilot. It doesn't matter how deep into hell Alan has to plunge himself to find the answers he needs, as long as the road leads back to this person. What he plans to do when he finally does come face to face with the killer of his past? Perhaps Alan does not even know.
In You Can Become a Hero! → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Sapporo, Japan
Sapporo Station, April 7th

Trains came and went with the passing minutes. Busy passengers would step on or step off the platforms moving throughout their morning commute. It was all so…droll, so average, so normal. This was city life and that was how it went in these big cities. Even though the tall, chubby boy had lived near Nago City all his life; his youth was spent walking from his family’s apartment to school. He’d never had to worry about train schedules or such crowds, at least outside school trips to the mainland. But this morning sojourn was not a trip to Sapporo Station and Ishin Academy; this morning’s trip had been to an early morning grocery market. He’d gotten up at an almost scandalous hour to ride the Minami-Chitose line to a small marketplace in a small Sapporo suburb. The amount he’d paid for this item seemed almost as equally scandalous.

Hugged close to his chest was a large, brown bag. The crisp and cold April air had turned his face red and flushed, and his jacket felt awkward after years in the southern heat. He was far from home, after all. He was busy looking at a station map, fretting on how his path to the school would be. He had to leave Sapporo Station and head…west? East? Which street was it? 3rd Chome Street? Hokkaido University Street?

”You lost kid?” The voice came from behind the young man and startled him: almost making him drop his precious bag. Standing behind the boy was a lanky man wearing a police uniform. He looked out of place in the busy station and was meticulously chewing on an unlit cigarette. His hair was a messy bramble of almost-curls, and his thick eyebrows seemed to narrow in on the schoolboy.

”Y-yes sir,” the boy answered, in a mix of both surprise and a shiver from the cold. He clenched the paper bag close with his left arm, freeing his right hand to adjust his jacket’s collar. “It’s my first day at Ishin Academy and I’m afraid I’m not used to-“

“You take the yellow line stairs out to the street, turn left on 4 Chome, and follow the road til you see the ugly main building.” The police officer seemed to chuckle nostalgically. “If the old fart is still the headmaster of the school, don’t let him freak you out. Ishin likes to act like they’re the most hard-ass school around, but if you’ve been accepted, you’ve already beat the spread.”

”Did you go to Ishin Academy?”

”Yeah. A few years ago. During my last year they decided my quirk wasn’t strong enough to handle a serious situation.” The police officer seemed to look off towards the stairs wistfully, and then turned back to the boy. ”What’s your name?”

”It’s Shun sir. Tanaka Shun. The boy seemed nervous about this overly casual cop already.

”Well Tanaka Shun,” the officer began with a smirk, and he outstretched his hand for the young teenager to shake, ”My name is Kaneda Ryouichi. As an almost-alumnus of Ishin Academy, I wish you good luck in your first year to become a hero. Do your best.”

The sudden well-wishing of this stranger struck a chord in Shun’s heart. He smiled back, and gave a deep bow, almost dropping the paper bag. ”Thank you so much! I will do my best! And thank you for the directions!” He turned back towards the stairs and began to jog towards the school. He had to make it in time before the opening ceremonies, or his time at Ishin Academy might be cut even shorter.

The cop simply watched the boy run off and shook his head, chuckling. He walked by a newspaper stand, seeing one of the headlines being about a local teacher putting down a crime ring. Of course, he knew the operation quite well; it had been on his beat after all. "Man, I sure hope that kid doesn’t have to deal with Midori,” he chuckled. ”She’d eat him alive.”

Sapporo, Japan
Ishin Academy Front Gate, April 7th


Shun was almost gasping for breath as he dashed through the front gate. Still sometime before the morning ceremonies, at least which meant he wasn’t in danger of getting expelled on the spot. Would they expel a late student on the spot? He did his best not to let the nerves get to him. The past few months at home had been bad enough, especially after the phone call from the academy, the acceptance letter and his father’s…words of encouragement. The only person who’d actually been excited to see him go to Ishin Academy was his grandmother. She was so excited she even gave him something for his trip: a yellow scarf.

"It belonged to your dear mother, Shun,” she had told him in the hallway before he took the train north to Sapporo.

His mother.

He did his best not to dwell on such thoughts, hearing other students chattering in the courtyard while others were pushed forward towards the auditorium. Now Shun’s face flushed into something more: embarrassment. He felt so awkward, being taller than many of the first years. Being from Okinawa did little to help either, as his skin tone was much darker than the traditional Japanese students. He wondered if some would assume he was a foreigner. The large paper bag also set him apart, as most students simply carried a bag or suitcase with them.

How would this year even start for him?
In Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two → 4 yrs ago Forum: Off-Topic Discussion
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Ain't that the game you're always talking about @Drusm157?


Yes for some reason it's one of my favorite games from my youth.
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