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There's a lot of things going on. Can you state which location you want a runthrough of?
Personally, this looks like a "pump and dump" situation to me. Limpkio, I'm kinda suspicious that you won't give most of these characters any focus, and will instead maybe give them a couple posts, then settle into one or two characters that you actually like, and ignore the rest.
Though neither Hampus nor Arby's had the know-how to understand such eldritch things as "Pawns" or "override", Arby's fortunately left his headset on at all times. Though it normally filled the platoon's ears with uncomfortably-moist breathing, this time it just barely picked up what Clifford was screaming. "Didn't catch that, Arby's," Jack Morgan spoke, "please repeat." "I didn't said nuthin'!" Arby's Mcdonalds tactfully replied, "fuckin cowboy dickhead's yelling!" Jack Morgan sighed. Dealing with Arby's was always a chore, but he blundered into the mission objectives often enough to investigate whenever he said something. "Private Pious, please investigate what Private Mcdonalds has found." Pious, himself no stranger to dealing with the terminally addled, nodded. "On it, sir. This had better not be a dead cat like last time, Idiocrat." Pious traced Arby's steps back to the Chief of Security's office, and noticed Clifford Nobles waving a stack of papers around. Deciding that he would be a better conversation partner, Pious approached Clifford Nobles. "Pardon me, sir. Do you have any new intel? My comrade has reported in that you were particularly excited by something."
Hampus looked around the room, staring at the monitors and desks. When he saw how the monitors showed live feeds to various rooms, he smiled and turned to Clifford Nobles. "You, there! It seems this room is a scrying chamber. Search these cupboards," Hampus said, motioning to the fine wooden desks, "and I will try to glean some information from these portals." Hampus stared at the monitors, trying to make sense of them. Several showed people wearing SE uniforms, obviously the entry team. Others showed zombies and BOW's milling about amidst scenes of carnage. Only a few actually seemed to show live scientists and security guards, and most of them seemed to be cowering. However, one monitor showed something interesting. The room looked hideously barren, being a concrete peninsula surrounded by a pitch-black void. What possible purpose it could show was unknown, but there were two rather interesting figures in it. One of them was a straight-laced man wearing a labcoat and a goatee. He looked rather nervous. The other was a bank of consoles attached to a colossal monitor. On the monitor was a solid red triangle with the letters RED QUEEN emblazoned in black in the middle of it. Hampus, often considered a genius for his time, was able to read the letters. He smiled, and shouted at Clifford. "Oi! I found the Red Queen! Look here!" he said, pointing fervently at the monitor showing Richard Simmons and the Red Queen.
I'm in Lucas' perspective, and controlling NPCs so I don't have to wait for someone else to post before I can make my next post. It's just the way I've rped since I started.
There's nothing wrong with controlling NPCs. In fact, I'm forcing my part of the RP along with my own little army of named and developed mooks. However, forcing a PoV that's at odds with every other poster's PoV is bound to cause some confusion sooner or later.
What's with being in the first person, @Sumable? I'd probably shift over to third-person if you plan on having multiple characters. Otherwise, things might get confusing.
Well, CourierSix is in charge of Richard Simmons, but he hasn't posted for quite a while thanks to his crippling sickness. So, I guess I'm taking the reins until he takes them back?
Bernd, not paying much attention, continued. "Oh, and keep in mind that, thanks to the depth of grimdarkness we're dealing with, you'll technically be sent through The Warp. Now, that thing has a Gellar Field, but if you aren't careful, you'll have something nasty clinging onto you." Bernd turned around, and saw Guts disappearing in a flash of light. After a brief moment of introspection on the ethicality of giving medieval rubes advanced technology, he shrugged and exited the pod. Well, he thought, I bet Silverback's doing better with his charges. I should go check up on them.
Well, only ZeroHex, me, and IncredibleBee have been posting there, so you should be able to get a good idea of what's happening just by searching for our names on each page.
Bernd sighed. Well, that was that for his recruitment commission. "Alright, buddy. Well, we might have enough juice to port you out of here before the mission's end. C'mon, follow me to Pod 1." Striding purposefully, Bernd moved to a seed-shaped drop pod, and cracked the hatch open. Inside was a hefty harness with a massive back-slung generator and a pair of hideously oversized gilded skull-shaped pauldrons. Bernd slung the harness over Guts' shoulders, and locked the pauldrons in place. Bernd then pressed a series of small buttons on a display situated on the harness's chestpiece. A scrolling wall of textual coordinates and calculations filled the chestpiece's display, as the generator rumbled ominously. "Alright, this thing is your ticket out of here. I've already pinpointed what is probably your world, so don't fucking touch that thing from now on, okay? When you get back home, I'm gonna need you to throw this thing in the sea, because it's going to cause a hell of a lot of problems for you otherwise. When you're ready to go, just stick your fingers in both your shoulder-skulls' noseholes. Okay?"
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