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Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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2 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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2 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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“Get him inside.” Aurora commanded one of the armour-clad figures, who promptly grabbed Dack by the scruff of his collar, and hurled him through the doorway, with augmented strength.

Dack slammed into the floor, his head thudding against the ground. His world became an explosion of bright white, his vision spinning madly. He felt as though someone had taken a hammer to his skull, as though his brain matter was leaking out through the freshly formed cracks in his cranium.

“Stand up, maggot.”

That same robotic hand hoisted him back up out of the dirt. He was powerless, a limp doll in the hands of his cyborg puppet master.

Aurora Baines gave a little wave at the dusty booths and tables which littered the inside of The Rusted Bitch.

“It's not exactly a fortress, but it will have to do,” she thought allowed, giving an empty beer bottle a frustrated kick with one booted foot “I don’t know who has orchestrated this clever little ambush, but they’ll be sorry they ever fucked with the Black Queen.”

The Brethren dumped Dack in an old booth, with a shotgun aimed squarely at his head, before they set about fortifying the old bar. Bits of debris were fastened over neglected door frames, whilst the rest of Aurora’s foot soldiers deployed whirring sentry guns, pointing them at the bar’s windows, and duel entrances.

Dack slumped, defeated and dejected. A crestfallen sigh slipped out of him.

“I’m sorry about your friends.”

Dack looked up, startled.

The figure pointing the shotgun at Dack had spoken, in a voice that was muffled by its featureless black helmet, made indistinct and genderless.

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry about your friends,” the shotgun-wielder said again, in a quiet tone “that must have been a real knock for you.”

Dack nodded, lost for words.

“You’ll make it out of this, kid,” the figure promised “one day, one day soon, this will all be a wretched memory.”

“Aurora said she would kill me.” Dack muttered.

“Maybe,” the figure shrugged “or maybe she won’t. I don’t think she will.”

“What makes you say that.”

“I dunno, kid,” the figure replied “but if she does, you’re more than welcome to say I told you so.”

Dack laughed at that.

“You smoke?” black mask asked.

Dack nodded.

With a cybernetica hand still pointing the shotgun at Dack, the dark figure reached into one of the pouches on his belt, fishing out a silver tin. The figure slid the tin over to Dack, who pried it open, to reveal a line of cigarettes.

Dack slipped one into his mouth, and the microscopic, sensor activated, lighters inside the straight ignited, lighting the cigarette for him.

The young man took a gentle drag, feeling the nicotine high rush to his brain. He exhaled a plume of grey smoke, relaxing slightly.

“I promise you, kid,” the figure nodded “one day soon...this will all be a wretched memory.”


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Well I narrowed a few down, but I have the idea of a member of the sculptors who specifically targets criminals and other n'er-do-wells, like Dexter but cyberpunk. Bit darker then what I like to write but could work.

Failing that I had the idea of an offworlder trying to find out more about this disc on behalf of a swarming corporate entity on a distant moon, which is more standard but something I could have fun with.


Both of those fit the setting. Go with whichever you feel you'd enjoy the most :)
This sounds amazing! It also seems to have a bit of longevity which is always nice. Are you still open to new participants? I'll have a read to get updated with current events and try to get a character together!


We are indeed still accepting!

I'm working on a post, been slow going as I've been quite busy the last couple weeks.

I was wondering if someone might be willing to draft up a map?

Ghajotia has been the current epicenter of the action but I think we could all benefit from having a hard-set, agreed upon orientation to make it a little easier to visualize how the players are moving about / where their home bases are & what factions are butting up against others.


I'll aim to whip something up, tonight.

Had a strenuous couple of days at uni, but I'll catch up on the IC, and keep moving forwards.
Soooo am I free to get to work and set Cayne loose on Arcadia?


Yep, go nuts!


The shuttlecraft shot through the air, gliding effortlessly between the gleaming towers and spires of Arcadia. Inside the transport ship, Drake Squad prepared themselves for landing, standing shoulder-to-shoulder in the claustrophobic metal cabin, as it bounced and rattled.

“Our mission is simple,” Cadell Robbins -the captain of Drake Squad, explained, from the front of the shuttle “we’re to assist corporation forces on the ground, and make sure that the objective is secured as quickly and efficiently as possible.”

Robbins’ well-built form was adorned with state-of-the-art body armour -the kind that was only available to Osi-Corp’s private security sector- and a bulky gauss rifle was strapped to his back. Despite being just over seventy, the corporation had frozen the captain’s body clock at twenty five; which was the age that he currently outwardly resembled.

“Acquisition of the objective is paramount,” he continued “and nothing else matters here. Casualties, civilian or otherwise, are inconsequential.”

There were four other figures crammed into the tiny shuttlecraft, who comprised Drake Squad.

They were;

Salvador Jung, the weapons master. Jung was a lean man, clad in the same body armour as Robbin’s. A combination of training and neural implants had granted him finesse with countless short and long ranged weapons, making him a priceless asset to Drake Squad.

Valentina Trent, the physician. Valentina unerved Robbin’s. She was a thin, waif-like figure, with stale blonde hair, and sunken eyes. She was augmented with long, spider-like mechanical arms, which protruded from her back, and held a variety of surgical equipment.

Jax Hansen, the cyborg. Hansen reminded Robbin’s of the Awakened gangsters that he’d crossed paths with. What little visible flesh remained on Hansen was pale and lifeless, pulled tightly across a body of gleaming steel. Glowing blue optics sat in the gouged sockets of his eyes and he spoke with a mechanical echo.

And then there was the new guy.

The man that Robbin’s superiors had called “Knox” dominated the back of the tiny shuttlecraft. He was a huge, gargantuan presence; featureless in his full body armour, and was yet to speak, thus far. Robbin’s hadn’t seen him in battle, but he had come highly recommended.

“Any idea what this objective is, Captain?” Jung asked, scratching at this square jaw.

“Some sort of data disk,” Robbin’s replied “can you give us a visual, Hansen?”

A dancing blue hologram lanced out of the cyborg’s eyes, projecting the image of a small, simple circular device into the space in front of them.

“That’s rather unremarkable.” Valentina observed, her mechanical spider arms clanking and clicking behind her.

“Whatever it is, its stolen goods,” Robbin’s declared “and we are going to re-possess Osi-Corp’s property.”




Dack sat slumped in the back of the Black Brethren’s wheeled cruiser, separated from the rest of the passengers by criss-crossed metal bars.

He gazed morosely at the floor.

Jamila was gone.

Grendel was gone.

They were all-

“Don't look so glum, kid,” Aurora said with a sneer, watching him from her seat in the back of the cruiser “you’ve got lots to look forwards to.”

“Are you going to kill me?” He asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Perhaps,” Aurora gave a shrug “but first I want to know how some insignificant little street rat managed to get his hands on the Golden Disk before me...what we me having invested a -LOT- of time and money in acquiring myself a map, and all.”

“I-”

Before Dack could speak, an earth-shattering boom rocked the transport, throwing the passengers against its walls, as the cruiser was shaken back and fourth. Dack slammed, face-first, into the bars, his jaw cracking against the metal. He hit the floor with a thud, the wind having been knocked out of him.

“What -THE FUCK- was that?!” Aurora snarled.

“Looks like something just go brought down, not far from here,” said one of her henchman, checking his arm-mounted scanner “something -BIG-.”

“Fuck!” Aurora hissed “someone's on to us.”

“You think it's the corp?”

“Probably.” she growled, rubbing her temples in frustration.

“If it is Osi-Corp, then we can forget about slipping out of here unnoticed,” Aurora muttered “there’s an old club, a couple of streets over. Its called the rusted bitch. Get us there ASAP. We’ll shack up, and fortify our position, before we plan our next move.”

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Welcome back, boss :P


Hi all!

Sorry that I was away for longer than I anticipated, but I'm back now, and can get stuck in to running the game. I've read through all of the posts, and will start work on my own tonight.

A massive thank you to Ezekiel for keeping things running in my absence <3

@Blitzy

Both Damiran and Yos look fookin fantastic, dude!

I'm happy to accept whichever one you would rather play for now, and somewhere down the line I'll look at granting you two player characters, if you fancy, once things are underway a bit more.
@all of you lovely people

Due to some unfortunate circumstances in my real life, I'm being admitted to a clinic as an in-patient for the next seven days, where I won't have access to the internet.

I really appreciate the passion and enthusiasm with which you guys have taken to this game, and would love to pick up again as GM, once I've been discharged, if you all wouldn't mind waiting a little bit.

Much love and kisses

-KF
Really like the posts so far guys! Especially like the world-building around the trains which Decadent implimented.

I just wanted to quickly adress the point that was made about 102 years from now seemingly like a rather short time for technology to have leapt so far in advance;

This is a world where these mega-corportations have been able to conduct research, experiments, and what have you, with absolutely no moral or ethical restraints. From the shadows, players like Osi-Corp have been free to secretly conduct horrific experiments, and use their discoveries to forwards the advancement of mankind.

If you think about how long it takes for new medicines and technologies to be screened before they can begin human testing right now, Osi-Corp are able to just bypass any safety procedures whatsoever, and jump straight to human testing. Additionaly, earth is controled by one massive, single government. There is no large scale in-fighting between countries, because every country is a part of the UEA; and the UEA is essentially just a front for a gargantuan corporation who wants to churn out as much tech as is possible, so its owners can continue being ultra-wealthy and powerful.

I hope that that clears up any confusion. As always, I appreciate the feedback, and please feel free to raise any other points of confusion, or otherwise provide constructive comments.
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