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Been around a while. Then I left a while. On and off for over a decade, and back for now!

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XCOM: The Shape of Things to Come

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RP Overview:
This Roleplay takes place in the XCOM: Enemy Unknown Alternate Universe, following an alien invasion and subsequent two-year war in which Humanity is victorious. If you are unfamiliar with XCOM, don't worry! This all takes place years after, and little to no knowledge of the game itself is required. In fact, most information regarding the world itself and how it differs is explained in the Prologue (below).

Essentially, this RP boils down to a conflict between individuals who are able to access key parts of their brains (and thus perform otherwise impossible feats) — Psychics — and the rest of the world. Out of fear, the very world governments that harnessed their gift to win the war plan to segregate, isolate, and — potentially — exterminate the Psychics, due to the threat they pose to the balance of power. Players will take the role of a Psychic, caught up in the struggle.

With this, I'd like to examine the concepts of human oppression and segregation, as well as what would ensue when a group must start a revolution not for power, but for survival. So is there any interest in this? Any suggestions or questions are more than welcome!




Welcome back, Sarafene! The new site just hasn't been the same without you
You're back.

MY GOD, YOU'RE BACK.

Hell, I'll drop everything to be a part of this. Yes. Consider me in.
I'm here!
"Tony, and thanks."
The threat abated, he had time to examine the stranger more closely. The man had the presence of a fighting man — a soldier, or something like it. Tony considered that a stroke of fortune; he wasn't positive he could have taken those corpses without some external help. Returning the handshake, Tony looked at the other man and felt something different about him. During his time as a bartender, and even before in his hometown, Tony got quite good at reading people. Knowing their secrets and their motives. The businessmen who frequented into the bar on Mondays and Thursdays, calling their wives to tell them that they're working late at the office. The one girl who came when she could, always trying to hide a fresh bruise, never telling the truth about how she got it. After a while, Tony had come to think that he had seen everything the human condition had to offer. Nothing would take him by surprise.

He couldn't read Victor, though. But then, the world had ended. The game had changed. He was sure he would figure it out, if given enough time, but that raised another question: were they a group now? Hell, they could be the last two people on Earth for all Tony knew. But he didn't know if he could trust Victor. Could he trust anyone?
"Where are you headed, Victor?" He asked, glancing up and down the road for more signs of danger. It was clear, both ways, for now.
Tony felt the wind in his air and his past at his back, as he made his way down Route 18 west. His grandparents were gone. And if his veteran granddad could be killed by those things in a small town like Lake City, his civilian parents had no chance in a massive city like Springfield. They were gone too, he determined, and continued to ride. For some reason, he didn't even shed a tear. He felt numb inside, as if the wind had seeped into his bones and chilled his emotions. The world was gone. There wasn't a single damn thing he could do about it. He decided then and there that he wouldn't even try to fix it. No, he would simply adapt, survive to the situation, become a product of the environment that sprouted from the ashes.

He was nearing city limits when the bike gave a shudder, followed by an awful grinding sound. Tony just managed to slow it down to around twenty before the engine cut out on the road, a quarter-mile from a local convenience store. He lost control of the bike, and just managed to jump off before it toppled to the ground and slid off the road into the embankment below. Tony stood and felt a pain in his lower leg, but found that he could stand and put pressure on it, meaning that he still had a chance. In the apocalypse, no transportation and a broken leg would be the last thing he needed. Getting his bearings, he looked around and located the store in the distance. From behind, however, he could hear groaning. A quick glance behind confirmed it: four of the corpses, undoubtedly attracted by the noise of the bike, and closing in on him. Ignoring the unpleasant pain in his leg, he made a run for the store. He covered the distance in a reasonable amount of time, although the group of walkers kept a decent pace with him and were only about twenty yards away. Reaching the parking lot, he noticed a man sitting outside on the pavement. From first glance, Tony could tell that the guy could handle himself. He didn't have time to determine the guy's trustworthiness — he needed help now. He drew his pistol and aimed at the walkers, calling behind at the stranger.
"Hey, dude, if you aren't busy.." Tony yelled, before taking aim and hitting the closest corpse in the chest. The second one hit it's mark: right between the eyes. He chalked it up to luck.
With luck, I'll have a post up soon. This week has been one of the busiest in my life, and it's planned to get worse next week. However, I'll make it a point to get a post up on Sunday.
Huh.. Hasn't been down for me either - I've just been waiting for a PM back from someone before posting
"The whole base is being overrun! Where's Jack?! Where's Tony?!"
*meanwhile, at a nearby Harley Davidson dealership*
Barksdale said
Fortune, our characters are going to have to compare Harley's at some point! Haha.


Absolutely! The one Tony is using is an old and rusted piece of junk, but.. It runs!
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