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Hillan
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STATUS: "When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait." 2 yrs ago
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"When you have an unfair system the only thing you have to do in order for that system to be used against you, is to wait."
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Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All of that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
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I have 3 mottos here in life, really.
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OOC will be up on Monday most likely.
The Buildsite of Luthor Tower;
16th February, 2025: 11:26 P.M
It was cold, the walls weren't insulated yet, the roof was nothing but pieces of rebar what in six months would become the highest building in the Emerald City skyline was now nothing more than a skeleton. The tools used by the workers were still there, the jackhammers, the burners and the concrete blenders. Piles of materials stacked several meters high. The wind was howling through the unfinished building. The early spring weather on the west coast made the wind mild, but still unpleasant.
And there they were, twelve men armed in paramilitary gear, wielding assault rifles, combat knives and shotguns, each armed with a handgun strapped to their thighs. In the middle of the room, glowsticks laid next to a metal chair, in the chair a ginger-haired young man sat, his left arm handcuffed to the metallic right prosthetic arm attached to his shoulder, and then each arm was cuffed to the chair which had been nailed down. On the right arm a circular disk was attached that made beeping noises from time to time.
One of the paramilitary guys, wearing a face mask walked over to the kidnapped man, slapping him in the face hard enough to wake him up from his unconscious slumber. "Wake up golden boy!" he shouted, the slap not doing the trick, thus following it up with a swift punch to the cuffed man's gut. His body convulting forward as the air escaped his lungs. Coughing, the man grabbed the kidnappee's hair, pulling his face up to look into his eyes. "Not so fucking high and mighty now without your bodyguards and bulletproof glass, are you now, Luthor?!" The thug shouted, the man getting manhandled shrugged. "Who are you and what do you want with me?" he asked.
"Always a business man Julian, just like your Papa." The thug said with a smirk, Julian Luthor continued to cough from his previous hit. "You want to deal yourself out of this, huh? Tough shit. That won't happen till your board of directors signs over their contracts to our benefactor." He spoke, and Julian nodded. "So, you're worked for Shin-Lou, then?" he asked and the thug was stunned for a second. "How did y- whatever, it doesn't matter." ending his statement with another hit to Julian's mug, drawing blood from his lip.
"You see, we've already made the demands. We've deactivated your arm with a sophisticated nano-EMP. No one's coming here to save you, Luthor." The man threatened as Julian shrugged. "Honestly, I'm not worried about me." Julian said, seeing catching something in the corner of his eye. "Oh?" The thug asked as Julian smirked. "I'm more worried about someone coming to save you lot." The leader of the thugs began laughing and so did the rest.
"And what would we need saving from? You gonna use that brain of yours to think your way out of the chair and to take us on?!"
"No, I'm not the one you should be worried about."
"My friend with the S is the one you should be scared off."
16th February, 2025: 11:26 P.M
It was cold, the walls weren't insulated yet, the roof was nothing but pieces of rebar what in six months would become the highest building in the Emerald City skyline was now nothing more than a skeleton. The tools used by the workers were still there, the jackhammers, the burners and the concrete blenders. Piles of materials stacked several meters high. The wind was howling through the unfinished building. The early spring weather on the west coast made the wind mild, but still unpleasant.
And there they were, twelve men armed in paramilitary gear, wielding assault rifles, combat knives and shotguns, each armed with a handgun strapped to their thighs. In the middle of the room, glowsticks laid next to a metal chair, in the chair a ginger-haired young man sat, his left arm handcuffed to the metallic right prosthetic arm attached to his shoulder, and then each arm was cuffed to the chair which had been nailed down. On the right arm a circular disk was attached that made beeping noises from time to time.
One of the paramilitary guys, wearing a face mask walked over to the kidnapped man, slapping him in the face hard enough to wake him up from his unconscious slumber. "Wake up golden boy!" he shouted, the slap not doing the trick, thus following it up with a swift punch to the cuffed man's gut. His body convulting forward as the air escaped his lungs. Coughing, the man grabbed the kidnappee's hair, pulling his face up to look into his eyes. "Not so fucking high and mighty now without your bodyguards and bulletproof glass, are you now, Luthor?!" The thug shouted, the man getting manhandled shrugged. "Who are you and what do you want with me?" he asked.
"Always a business man Julian, just like your Papa." The thug said with a smirk, Julian Luthor continued to cough from his previous hit. "You want to deal yourself out of this, huh? Tough shit. That won't happen till your board of directors signs over their contracts to our benefactor." He spoke, and Julian nodded. "So, you're worked for Shin-Lou, then?" he asked and the thug was stunned for a second. "How did y- whatever, it doesn't matter." ending his statement with another hit to Julian's mug, drawing blood from his lip.
"You see, we've already made the demands. We've deactivated your arm with a sophisticated nano-EMP. No one's coming here to save you, Luthor." The man threatened as Julian shrugged. "Honestly, I'm not worried about me." Julian said, seeing catching something in the corner of his eye. "Oh?" The thug asked as Julian smirked. "I'm more worried about someone coming to save you lot." The leader of the thugs began laughing and so did the rest.
"And what would we need saving from? You gonna use that brain of yours to think your way out of the chair and to take us on?!"
"No, I'm not the one you should be worried about."
"My friend with the S is the one you should be scared off."
Mind if I hop in?
Certainly not.
If you need more players, I'm definitely interested.
About how many people are you wanting?
Anywhere from five to twenty, so there will be plenty of room.
Super interested. I assume players will be people from N. America as part of the invading/exploratory force and/or citizens/resistance in Japan?
Something along those lines, indeed.
Quite possibly interested. What would the cs look like?
Sheet will consist of basic information, name, age, skillsets, brief history and equipment section. Might be a couple of more parts to it, but nothing major. I'm not a fan of personality sections, I feel like a good writer will make the character's personality shine through the sheet, anyway.
War..
War Never Changes.
War Never Changes.
We have all heard the stories of how the world used to be. Fruitful, full of life. People were happy, smiling. You were safe in your home, not having to worry about being attacked. You had clean water to last you your entire life, never once did you worry that maybe today would be the day someone sliced your throat. The life of the people was peaceful, we had atomic cars and robot butlers. But then the bombs fell, and the world we once knew existed no more.
The bombs hit North America the hardest, the few were sealed away in radiation and blast proof vaults, walls of steel concrete and soil protected them and their families. But for the people on the outside who were hit in the blast were not so fortunate. The lucky ones died insantly from the blast, the not so lucky, died in the following days from the nuclear fallout, a slow painful death by radiation.
It's been two hundred and fifty years since the bombs fell, and since then, North America has started to rebuild. Remnants of civilization have reformed, and the continent has had many conflicts over the centuries since The Great War. From coast to coast it has been 360 degrees battle, enemies on every front and every day a battle of survival.
And yet, this is not where our story takes place.
Our story takes place on the other side of the pacific ocean, in what used to Japan, where a new Feudal Empire is rising, remnants of the communist China still stands strong, and forces from the Americas are searching for a new place to inhabit in the fairly non-radiated coast of Japan's mainland.
Now, the question on everyone's mind is.
Are you in?
Interest Checks...
Interest Check never changes..
Interest Check never changes..
And you know I'm here.
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I'm here, locked out until either @Tyler or @Lord Wraith post. Unfortunately I know they're both busy with their studies/jobs/wives/being-a-bitch-ness, so I'm not gonna pressure them to hard... Just post passive aggressive messages in the OC.
And in case your wondering, Tyler's the one who's busy being a bitch.
As one should.
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