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5 yrs ago
Undertow only makes me think of Tool. Good album though.
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5 yrs ago
Incest in 1x1 interest check. Opinion invalidated.
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5 yrs ago
Yeah don’t ever recall BLM charging the US Capitol building, scaling the walls, attacking Capitol police and breaking windows to enter.
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5 yrs ago
RIP America 1776 - 2021. We had a good run.
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6 yrs ago
If I am made mod I will do what everyone truly desires and delete the status bar.
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ABOUT ME:
  • Male.
  • EST USA timezone.
  • Been RPing since 2011.
  • Mainly into sci-fi RPs.
  • GM'd and been a player in too many roleplays to list.


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Feel free to hit me up if you wanna RP with me or have a RP idea you think I might be into.

Most Recent Posts

*Defibrillates the thread again*

@Altered Tundra
Ahh, ADTR, a bunch of kids were obsessed with them when I was in high school. I was never huge into them, but they're okay from what I've heard. I'll give it a 6/10, it's catchy.

Now for something completely different...



Bump...

Would love to do one of the Star Wars plots with an interested person!
*Pokes thread with a stick*



I always end up back listening to Slayer.
Gonna bump this one more time, have room for one or two more plots!
I wasn't a fan of Star Wars: The Force Awakens. I am a huge self professed Star Wars fan, but TFA is probably my least favorite of the 7 films. The music was not memorable, the worlds had no feel to them, I don't remember any of the new alien species they introduced in it. Jakku seems like a knockoff Tatooine, you have no connection to the world that gets blown up by the Starkiller Base (which is pretty much Death Star 3.0, with a bit more power) and there's no new ship designs. It's TIE fighters and X-Wings all over again.

TFA didn't bring anything new to the table, if anything it made me look at the prequels better. At least Lucas tried to do some different things with that trilogy, even if the prequels are very flawed, they're much different from the original trilogy. The best thing they did was expand the universe, TFA didn't do that. I will admit TFA is the better made film than any of three prequels, the direction is better, the dialogue is far superior to the prequels and the cast of it seem like quality actors.

I'm still looking forward to Episode 8, I just hope it tries to be its own film more than a rehash of a classic.
Alright, IC post is made. It's a lot to read! I'll answer any questions pertaining to it and will help if anyone needs to know what to do next with their chars.
The cavern was lit with activity, some of the criminal operatives inside of it discharged their weapons at the malevolent artifact. Others still reeled from the vivid flashbacks each of them had gone through moments before. A flash of red erupted from the sharp dressed man's handgun, then a follow up shot was launched by the female assassin. Both attacks were ineffective as at the very last moment before they would have hit their mark on the artifact, a forcefield caught both shots. It shimmered the same red as the ancient object, then disappeared from the naked eye's view.

Callum grasped his assault rifle tightly, almost as if he was pressing it into his body. He was still recovering from the all too intense vision. As the tattooed man blinked himself back to reality, he watched as two point blank shots taken at the artifact did nothing.

What the hell is this thing?

"So prone to violence, that is one of your greatest faults. A failure in your evolution, a vicious reminder of the past. You answer with violence? I shall retaliate with my own. Filth needs to be cleansed." The artifact spoke into each of their minds, it's tone deathly serious.

Then suddenly the ground at the back of the cave began to rumble and move. A mechanical four finger hand emerged from the dirt, then another. The ground in the area was shaking and shifting as more hands emerged, then finally a robotic head. The buried machine pulled itself from its grave and stood on two long, metal legs. It was a lean creation, wires hanging out in spots, rusted metal splattered along its form. It had two arms on each side of its body. Its right lower most arm was no hand, instead a large cannon was crafted onto it. The three 'eyes' on its head then lit the same red as the artifact.

It shambled forward towards the group of organics as the ground continued to shift behind it, quickly six more of them emerged. All identical to the first, once all had removed themselves from the soil they marched forward, then leveled their arm cannons at Callum and others. He lifted up his own weapon, and aimed towards the old machine horde coming towards them.

"Get back, there's no cover her. Get behind the transport!" He exclaimed as he squeezed the trigger, a rapid burst of bullets slamming out and into one of the machines' leg. The limb tore off, dropping the menacing robot to the floor. Then in a surprise move, old gears shifted inside of the robot as it stood back up, using one of its fingered hands as a makeshift leg in tow with the remaining leg. The head was now towards the left side, the arm cannon raised above its form.

"Bullshit." Callum muttered to himself, mostly in anger, and partly in surprise. The machine he had nailed just adjusted itself like nothing. He was going to kill every single last Fed if he got out of here alive, they had to have known something. This was unnatural, absurd, utterly alien.

"We need to get out of here!" Callum roared as he fired his rifle once more, bullets knocking one of the robots over. They had begun to return fire now, the arm cannons making an almost screaming noise as they fired out blue bolts, comparable to lasers. One of them nailed the ex-pirate in the leg, doing a number on his shields.

As he bite his lip in frustration, his helmeted eyes noticed small cracks in the ceiling above the artifact. He had no time to mention this as more shots barreled towards him, two missing nailing him right in the chest.


The console Tesra was hacking into continued to light up, as the moans of the approaching undead grew louder they were overshadowed by a computerized voice speaking from the hacked console.

"Defense systems on line. Unknown hostile lifeforms detected. Any non-evacuated personal are recommended to head for either of the two safe rooms. Emergency security drones are being deployed to clear the area."

Around the facility ceiling tiles folded open as five drones emerged from them. Each of them shone flashlights as they glide in the air, constantly scanning in front of them. The first one to find one of the twisted undead could be heard speaking to in a dry robotic tone.

"Alert, alert. Identify yourself or stand down." The undead monstrosity glared at the floating drone, then lunged towards it, missing by a foot as the machine glided above it.

"Hostile lifeforms must be eliminated, the area must be secured." Then a laser emerged from the bottom of the drone as it opened fire at the undead creature. Rapid bolts of red crashed into it, sending it to the ground then swiveling down the hallway as the drone continued firing.

"Alert, head for the safe rooms, alert." The console's voice stated to Tesra, the screen showing a map of the facility with both areas lit up by markers. One was not far from her current location. On the floor near the Lanun was a keycard connected to a chain. An employee ID.


Noise could be heard outside of the ship's hangar, more of those things were coming. Something was different. They seemed to know what was inside the ship. A group of six huddled together, then their skin shifted and molded together. Six came, now they were merging to form one massive monstrosity. The process was sickening to watch, for a moment there was just a blob of limbs, clothing and bones. Then it took a somewhat humanoid form.

Then two thick legs emerged, closer to tree trunks than limbs, each four feet in length. An arm shot out from each side of the monster's frame, long, heavy instruments which formed crude hands at the end of them. They gave off the appearance of muscles. Finally a head emerged, it was like two skulls were glued together, both faces scrambled together as the mouth gaped open. The twisted, disgusting monster's 'skin' jutted with bent bones. It was a good ten feet in height, bulky like a bodybuilder.

The same shriek that the undead were making before came from this new creation, it seemed to only be amplified in loudness. The monstrosity shambled towards the ship, then up the hangar. It paused at the bottom of the door as it glared at Jackal, then let loose an unnatural roar, flexing its barrel-like arms.
Collab by Draken and Heat
Eden, 10 minutes into the Devastator Ambush

After around five minutes wandering around the outskirts of the Hub, looking for her room, Karen decided that it was too slow and she could justify to an authority being located at her work- Eden. She couldn't dash, not for so large a distance, but her feet moved swiftly back to the center of it all. The guards seemed to assume that, despite not being in uniform, she had an important place to be. After all, why else would she have such apparent determination while moving against the instructed flow.

Upon arrival, Karen took a solid thirty seconds to catch her breath, before giving a cursory check of the treeline. With a final deep breath, she began her walk into the woods, looking about at the sycamore trees. She had chosen them for the speed at which they could grow, and grown they had. The little bits of carnage worried her- she hadn't anticipated large amounts of detrius so early in her little ecosystem. What surprised her, though, was the young man leaning against one of the trees. He seemed handsome, though his face was down and chest slowly heaving from irregular breath. Crying, and generally having the physiological symptoms of an emotional breakdown. Both her understanding of human emotions and ship policy demanded she comfort him and help him along.

"Hey." She spoke softly, hoping to ease him out of his thoughts. "Mind if I keep you company?"

Michael's eyes were downwards even as he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching him. Then he heard words spoken to him, a female. He looked up from the grassy floor to find a brown haired woman in an orange frock standing near him, her eyes on him as the final soft words escaped her lips. As soon as he had a line of sight on her his internal database dug through for any profiles matching the woman.

One returned positive, Karen Anderson, 34, biologist with experience in xenobiology. A brief biography of her was in his files, which his internal scanners went through quickly for any relevant information.

"If you wish to, I seem to have wandered into here and was overtaken by the sights and sounds of it all." Michael replied as he rose a sleeve to wipe the artificial tears from his face.

"I'm surprised I haven't met more people in tears, to be honest." She replied. "Everybody loved someone, and I'm sure almost all of us wish we could have brought along more than two people." Karen had no idea who this man was, but she could at least appeal to what she thought were common sympathies. She was no therapist, though, and even in conditions where her assumptions were correct, this likely would not have improved the situation.

"Would you like to walk with me for a bit? I surpervise Eden, here, and need to make a round of it before I return to my room." Her lie was simple, but a lie nonetheless. Michael's databases informed him that no such rounds were required in a military emergency.

Michael listened to her words as they were spoken, each one processed so that he could return a proper response. She did not know of his true origin, assuming that he was crying over losing family and friends. He detected her lie, internally confused at her reasoning for it. Yet he did not speak against it as his lips moved.

"That sounds interesting, but I would not feel right if I did not introduce myself properly beforehand. You can call me Michael, I work with Dr. Phillips and the other scientists as an assistant. It is nice to meet you." Michael said as a charming smile appeared on his face, his usual manners on display. He then extended a hand for her to shake. His files noted this as a key part in proper human interaction.

Karen, however, noted it as very slightly peculiar. She wondered what this man was used to to be able to nearly turn on a time and put on a nice face so quickly. She took his hand nevertheless. "I'm Karen. I've already told you what I do, but I'm also here for my understanding of xenobiology." She also took the chance to help him up while their hands were already locked.

The two walked off slowly towards the center of Eden, with Karen being moderately confiden that quiet company was what Michael needed, and Michael not entirely being sure what to do in this social situation, and following her lead of silence. While not absolute, the insects were infrequent and the wind's whistling through the branches was the only sound thing to regularly pierce the nothingness.
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