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Behind Blue Eyes (The Who)

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

@Dark Cloud Don't say I was never kind to you, you psychopathic son of a-

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

@VeyrinDay

That does sound like a good idea. I still want to find a way to incorporate your Conglomerate idea into the story, since I see them as the bigger threat that ties all the events together. Plus the workshop is about to be raided by Milicor mercs, so having a defense system blow them away would be ace. Not so much for Maggie and Nina though.

"I was nearly killed by jarheads with machine guns, and now I'm gonna die by LAZER TURRETS?! Fuck my life!" T^T

Oh c'mon it's not...actually, yeah that is bad. O_o

Oh and no worries. I know how hellish and unforgiving life can be sometimes. Take all the time you need. ^_^

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

@VeyrinDay



ACK! Fission mailed!

Gee, you really suck at this GM thing, huh Kiri?"

Shut up, voice in my head! My therapist said not to listen to you!

Ach vell, I guess we could go with that, darn it. I was hoping to give your characters some more interaction other than playing with yourself.

You know, masturbat-

NOT THAT KIND OF PLAYING, BAKA!!

I can edit it, if you want.

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

@VeyrinDay Ah, well uh. Here's what's gone down so far.

-Maggie and her crew were arrested after breaking into a BemaTech facility and stealing classified data on the E13 project, which relates to Gisk's character.

-What Maggie didn't realize however is BemaTech's security was being handled by Milicor as part of their agreement. Milicor dispatched a team being led by Desmond to hunt Maggie down and retrieve the data. This led to Desmond contacting a Regulator cell to ambush Emma's police cruiser on the road, which was carrying Maggie, Lilith, and Nina.

-Both Emma and Lilith were killed in a shootout with the Regulators while Nina took Maggie and escaped.

-The two ran down an alleyway looking for a place to hide. Unfortunately, that place (though it is up to you) is Gecko's workshop.

See, I was looking for a way to bring you back into the story since you had been gone a while. Hope this clears everything up.

Also, if I may ask, what couple? O_O;

Why We Fight - An Underground Fight Club RP

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Why do we fight? That's a good question.

Some do it for the money. Others do it for the thrill, the danger, the excitement one gets when someone punches their lights out or vice versa. Maybe we're here to make a name for ourselves, to prove we're the toughest son of a bitch walking the earth. Or maybe we just have some issues we can't work out unless we're smashing some guy's teeth out of their skull. Either way, we all have a reason for coming here every night.

During the day, we're just regular people: teachers, students, construction workers, doctors, maybe cops, but we try to keep them out for good reason.

At night however, we shed those skins we wear during the day. We bare ourselves to everyone as the true beasts we are beneath our regular exteriors. We are warriors and gladiators. We take as much pain as we are given and dish it all back.

We all have our reason for fighting. The question is...

What is your reason? Why are you here, you weak, pitiful piece of shit? I've seen your kind many times. Think they got what it takes to hang with the big dogs, only to get chewed up and mauled and spit back out on the streets. Hell, sometimes they didn't even make it past the door in here. You must have a set of balls on you to think you're gonna walk in here and not get fucked up in nothing flat. So playa, you think you got what it takes to step into the ring? You think you can last against all these crazy motherfuckers in here? Then be my guest. Step into the ring with us, and soon you'll realize...

Why We Fight.

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So the premise of this RP is in a modern day city, there exists an underground fight club run by a shady criminal organization. People can either pay money to watch fights and bet on who wins, or they can join the action themselves. Fighters are paid $100 for each fight whether they win or lose, however, if they continue to win more fights, they may rise through the ranks to become champion, gaining them favor with the criminal organization. There are also cops who are working undercover to try and shut down the illegal fighting ring and all other operations of the organization, such as drug dealing, gun running, and cybercrime. Oh and jaywalking, the most evil crime ever. No but seriously, they are bad people.

Our characters will be people from all walks of life who were drawn to the underground fight club for a specific reason. Maybe they have a debt to pay and they desperately need the money. Maybe they want to become the next champion, or maybe they just enjoy the rush only a good fight can give. Either way, they go through their everyday lives, hiding their secrets as well as their bruises from everyone they know, whether it be their friends, family, or co-workers or their bosses. When night falls though, they meet up at the arranged location and duke it out.

Fights are usually arranged by the organization's fixer (IE: the GM), but on rare occasion, one fighter may challenge another outright.
All fights are done with bare knuckles. Weapons are strictly forbidden from being used. Killing fighters in the ring is also strictly forbidden. Men and women are both allowed to join AND fight against each other, however, no one UNDER the age of 18 is allowed to fight or spectate. All fights can last until the opponent is either knocked out or submits. Some fights may also be fixed by the organization, especially if it involves the club's champion.

All fighting styles are allowed, whether it be karate, boxing, wrestling, Jiu Jitsu, Krav Maga, MMA, or any other martial art. Submission holds are allowed but must be broken if the opponent taps out or falls unconscious. If an opponent dies outside of the ring due to fatal injury (IE: dies at the hospital from severe head trauma), the fighter is not held responsible and will not be punished by the organization.

Exposing the Underground Fight Club, either through word of mouth, posting videos taken secretly, or social media, is a serious offense. Anyone caught doing so, whether they be a fighter or a spectator, will be dealt with severely by the organization.

That all said, who's ready to get their teeth knocked out? Oh and FYI, this RP will have mature themes like drugs, sex, extreme violence, etc, so no kiddies allowed. Also as far as the sex goes, you know the rules there. Take it to the PMs you nasty bastards!

So who's ready to get their asses kicked? >:D

war or marriage? power or freedom? - how is a king to choose? : A political fantasy rp.

[TASTELESS HUMOR REDACTED BECAUSE I'M A JERK ETC.]

Shuffle your playlist 10 times 2: Every Day I'm Shufflin'

1. Funeral Derangements - Ice Nine Kills
2. Sweating Bullets - Megadeth
3. Flesh and the Power it Holds - Death
4. Baba Yaga - Slaughter to Prevail
5. Snap Your Fingers (Snap Your Neck) - Prong
6. End of the Line - Devildriver
7. Gasoline - I Prevail
8. Call Me Little Sunshine - Ghost
9. Life is Killing Me - Type O Negative
10. The Wicked End - Avenged Sevenfold

Song Title Conversation

Mama Said Knock You Out (LL Cool J)

2086 - A Cyberpunk RP

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@Eviledd1984 @Veyrinday

“Come on Nina we gotta go, if we stay here we’ll end up like Lilith and Emma.”

Upon Maggie's frantic shouting, Nina snapped out of her horrified trance and grabbed her friend's hand, running with her through the flurry of bullets zipping past, the sporadic rattle of gunfire echoing throughout the hellscape that the city street had become. She took one last look over her shoulder at the dead police officer, Emma's cold, vacant stare looking back at her, conjuring in her belly a sharp pang of guilt and remorse. "Dammit! This was all my fault!" She was screaming inside her head, tears continuing to run down her scratched up and slightly bruised face. "I should have never ratted Maggie out! But if I didn't, then those Yamagata suits would've killed her first! Fuck! Why does there always have to be a wrong answer to everything?!"

Suddenly, Nina screamed out, a quick burst of pain erupting from her shoulder with a squelch of blood. "Ah!
Fuck!" She grasped at the tear in her blue jacket, warm, red liquid seeping between her dainty fingers. Nevertheless, Nina grit her teeth and tried to ignore it as best she could, shouting back to Maggie as they kept running away from the viciously pursuing Regulators. "I- Agh! I-I'm fine! Let's keep moving! I think I know a place we can lay low!"

Cutting off the street and into a nearby alleyway, Nina kept running with Maggie in hand. Eventually, the sound of gunfire and running feet was becoming more distant. "In here! Hurry!" She pulled Maggie through an unassuming doorway, slamming the large metal door behind her and bolting it shut.

Unbeknownst to Nina however, she and Maggie had barged into what appeared to be the workshop of a ripperdoc. She fell against the door with her back pressed to it, breathing heavily and feeling like her lungs were blazing hot. "We....we did it, Maggie... We're safe..." Her legs weak and trembling, Nina slid down the door onto her backside, setting down on the cold concrete floor and burying her face into her knees. Sweat poured down her brow in beads, soaking into her tank top as she gasped trying to catch her breath, not knowing of the ripperdoc and his patient, a young Asian woman, staring right at her and Maggie.

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@Sniblet

"Warlock, this is Team 2. Snipers are in position above Fremont. Looks like we got a goddamn jamboree down there, over. Target has escaped on foot. The blonde's with her too."

"Copy Team 2. Birds are in position overhead. Have the Regulators stand down until further notice. We need to minimize civilian casualties as much as possible, over."

"Roger, Warlock."

Desmond peered over the edge of the fuselage through his scope as the choppers circled overhead surveying the bloody scene, bodies lying everywhere amidst the boiling black smoke emanating from burning cars. Most of the dead were Regulators, as he could tell by their signature body armor and weapons, but it was the last corpse Desmond viewed from above that made his stomach churn and flip. A woman, a cop at that, was lying face down in a pool of blood, her police cruiser riddled with bullet holes. The Regulators showed her absolutely no mercy it seemed. He would have to deal with them later though. Reaching again for his comm, he radioed towards the pilot in the cockpit, "War Thunder, take us down. We'll move through the alley on foot." He then radioed to the sniper team, specifically Mira, "Pinky, Target has moved into the nearby alley. We're going to move in and flush her out. Be advised, biometric scan has shown possible cybernetics installed in her brain. It could be a mnemonic storage device. No headshots on this one, Pink. Do I make myself clear?"

Before Dez could get an answer though, the chopper landed on the road just a few blocks from where all the chaos had gone down. Quickly he checked his weapons and gear then ordered his men to pile out and move on foot towards the alley. "Team One, stack up and check your corners. We don't know if this is an ambush. Skegs, Gryphon, you two take point. Watch the windows for snipers."

"Warlock, this is War Thunder. We're at bingo fuel, over. Heading back to base to refit and refuel."

"Copy, War Thunder. Warlock out. Team, stack up on that door. I'm getting a strong reading from there." Dez pointed towards a large metal door just a few feet down the alley. As ordered, his men took up positions beside it and prepared to breach.

"Remember, we're only after the data. Kill anyone else who gets in the way."

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@Dark Cloud

*Riiiing*

*Riiiing*

As Sanguis was leaving the scene of the brutally beaten detective clinging to life outside of his vehicle, he would hear the faint, polyphonic echo of a phone ringing, a burner phone dropped off in an alley by a young Japanese woman on a custom Yamagata RGZ-1 motorbike before screaming off into the night with only her red taillight trailing behind her.

Upon picking it up and answering it, his ear would be filled with the voice of a much older man, his tone pleasant and thick with an Asian accent.

"Moshi moshi, Sanguis-San. We cannot thank you enough for silencing that meddlesome detective. Unfortunately, we have a few more loose ends to tie up. The prostitute the detective spoke with earlier, we want her dead. She already knows far too much. After you have dealt with her, we want you to locate a young woman. Her name is Magdalene Harwood. Goes by the name Acid_Burn online. She is in possession of a valuable data package we want you to intercept. Once she gives you the data, we want you to kill her and bring the data to us. Your talents have been invaluable to Yamagata-San. He is willing to pay you more than double our usual fee if you accept. Do not disappoint us."