@TheDuncanMorgan Give him a thumbs up for his hard work from me.
I guess i should just write something up.
I guess i should just write something up.
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Known primarily as Klomster, both on the net and on real life.
I really enjoy roleplaying and do so every weak, preferably twice in two different campaigns. Sometimes even more.
From time to time i've done some forum roleplaying with mixed success. I've tried GM-ing with even more mixed success and all in all, i find forum rp's enjoyable. Hence why i joined, hoping to play some forum rp's and OWN at it. (Or something.)
I have an erratic thought pattern so my posts can appear as incoherent, if you notice you can just mention it if i should clarify anything.
Other than that, hey there fellas.
I really enjoy roleplaying and do so every weak, preferably twice in two different campaigns. Sometimes even more.
From time to time i've done some forum roleplaying with mixed success. I've tried GM-ing with even more mixed success and all in all, i find forum rp's enjoyable. Hence why i joined, hoping to play some forum rp's and OWN at it. (Or something.)
I have an erratic thought pattern so my posts can appear as incoherent, if you notice you can just mention it if i should clarify anything.
Other than that, hey there fellas.
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@TheDuncanMorgan I sent him a PM, however i haven't noticed any responses.
I'll check again just to be sure.
*Checking*
Nope, he seems to be otherwise engaged.
I'll check again just to be sure.
*Checking*
Nope, he seems to be otherwise engaged.
Interesting idea.
However the MHCM was a super AI working in conjunction with the military leaders of Nabushan (i've assumed).
That means faking top security pre-war signal relays, to send out fake orders.
Needless to say this is very complex.
A more sensible way to try and fake it would be to get a bunch of guys into pre-war Nabushan uniforms, then pretend to be pre-war infantry.
This way one doesn't have to get control of the matrix network, however that also means that the troops wouldn't actually have any control over KR 112. But can make requests there is a decent chance MK IV would grant.
I'd say it's probably easier to just try and make contact with the KR 112. (Provided one knows what it is, and is not afraid of it.) Then just begin negotiating with it.
MK IV is gonna be more human than some of the human characters in this RP, so it will probably work well to just speak with it.
However the KR 112 is probably just myth to many factions, but i'm open to some sort of past as i've done with the Cybrans.
Whom have some cultists as permanent 'interior decoration' on the KR 112. But that was because of a misunderstanding.
However the MHCM was a super AI working in conjunction with the military leaders of Nabushan (i've assumed).
That means faking top security pre-war signal relays, to send out fake orders.
Needless to say this is very complex.
A more sensible way to try and fake it would be to get a bunch of guys into pre-war Nabushan uniforms, then pretend to be pre-war infantry.
This way one doesn't have to get control of the matrix network, however that also means that the troops wouldn't actually have any control over KR 112. But can make requests there is a decent chance MK IV would grant.
I'd say it's probably easier to just try and make contact with the KR 112. (Provided one knows what it is, and is not afraid of it.) Then just begin negotiating with it.
MK IV is gonna be more human than some of the human characters in this RP, so it will probably work well to just speak with it.
However the KR 112 is probably just myth to many factions, but i'm open to some sort of past as i've done with the Cybrans.
Whom have some cultists as permanent 'interior decoration' on the KR 112. But that was because of a misunderstanding.
@Apollo26 Coolness.
Just wanted to say that my character often (basically 1 to 4 times a month or so) drives by your faction.
However not within its borders, but outside them. You can check my map.
If you want you can have legends about the fortress of old. Or pick up the civilians i added in my first post.
Checking the map by Sigma, i even drive through a bit of the Alpine territory. There is also a relay station within its borders.
A good way OOC to make my character arrive is to find and explore that place. How my character acts however will be a matter of how it is explored.
Just a tip if you want some player interaction in game. Depending on how it is played one can gain an ally or end up in open war... fun fun! :D
Just wanted to say that my character often (basically 1 to 4 times a month or so) drives by your faction.
However not within its borders, but outside them. You can check my map.
If you want you can have legends about the fortress of old. Or pick up the civilians i added in my first post.
Checking the map by Sigma, i even drive through a bit of the Alpine territory. There is also a relay station within its borders.
A good way OOC to make my character arrive is to find and explore that place. How my character acts however will be a matter of how it is explored.
Just a tip if you want some player interaction in game. Depending on how it is played one can gain an ally or end up in open war... fun fun! :D
I guess i should make a post with me "stealthily" leaving of the castle.
Then i need to have a collab with Andrew.
Or should i do it some other way?
Then i need to have a collab with Andrew.
Or should i do it some other way?
The storm had passed, the KR 112 was now visible from far and wide in the scorching desert sun.
Upon its control tower the letters Kr 112 was easily seen in prominent white, even if it was slightly worn. The entire hull was rusted on the surface, here and there gleaming steel was seen and in some areas bits of green camo paint was still seen.
A relic from the past, a leviathan of steel, titanium and wires in the form of the mutated lovechild of a fortified factory and a battleship. With cranes armour plating turrets and massive cannons all along its structure, all of it suspended ten yards above the ground on massive triangular track sections.
It made the ground tremble with its surprising momentum, the tracks heaving up tonnes of sand as it zoom along the flat sand.
The area was getting more fertile, the ground was cracked and the odd bush and cacti could be seen, one cacti squished beneath a track like nothing as the KR 112 thundered forward. On the horizon trees could be seen from the lookout tower in the centre of the vehicle about two thirds to the back.
MK IV stood there in the office drone gazing out over the stiff sandy ground and towards the horizon.
youtube.com/watch?v=QvYi1MRvX_o
The trees in the distance grew closer, the ground began to show more and more signs of fertility with patches of grass below small tree gatherings around small mud beds. Once they used to be watering holes but time was not kind to this land. The forests of old were almost gone, only the mighty rivers could keep water to the dying land so only the land closest to them and some rare others still had the trees of old.
On the right, an ancient ruin now jutted up from the ground, a toppled over skyscraper, a few of its windows still intact, reflecting light from the scorching sun.
MK IV remember guarding this building long ago, back when it still stood.
A simple job it was, it was mostly to prove to the locals that the defense corps had the situation under control... looking back at it would suggest that they didn't have it under control after all.
He remembered a child stretching out a hand to him, he remember failing protocol and extending his left hand to let the child touch his mechanical shining black hand. The sun shone with a pleasant sheen, the white marble stone glistened and the glass walled buildings white pillars of purity.
The child was smiling as it reached him in slow motion, the call of its mother was as clear as yesterday.
-"Don't touch it, it's dangerous." As the child touched him the scene went from the bright and pleasant to a nightmarish hellscape.
Its face bereft of its skin and most of the muscle, the eyes hollow and the hair burnt.
The sky rained fire and everything was covered in reddish brown dirt and fallen masonry. Somehow the child still stood, MK IV could hear its thoughts.
-"Why didn't you save us?" The images stopped...
MK IV realised his left hand was outstretched in front of him, the memory didn't fit how the event had unfolded. It didn't make sense.
He never saw the dead child, never heard it. But somehow this memory replay had shown it like that.
Was his memory getting even more degraded? Was the compression of his data files becoming so jumbled that they were becoming intermixed?
Was this just some sort of data damage?
Perhaps it was what humans called a dream, or more like a nightmare. Hallucination?
MK IV lowered his hand, he had been within a drone for too long today he thought.
He knew it was a lie, he was designed to function indefinitely with just minor memory defragmentations required. Day and night, all the data stored for later review, to be drawn upon for the personality engrams.
He had done his best to perform defragmentations. But in truth he lacked the proper knowledge to properly service his own engrams and memory data.
Perhaps he wasn't even supposed to exist anymore? Supposed to be scrapped when the war was won...
He just let the drone stand there and poured his full attention to the KR 112, it was refreshing from time to time. Usually he only let it run at half power, after all it was usually only ever going in a straight line.
But now there was not even a slightest hint of humanoid form, he was a mighty mobile land fortress. He felt the threads upon the ground, the bumps of the suspension, the energy in the circuits and power lines, how the capacitors within hummed with power.
The journey was a long one, perhaps he was starting to understand what the human word 'bored' meant?
Upon its control tower the letters Kr 112 was easily seen in prominent white, even if it was slightly worn. The entire hull was rusted on the surface, here and there gleaming steel was seen and in some areas bits of green camo paint was still seen.
A relic from the past, a leviathan of steel, titanium and wires in the form of the mutated lovechild of a fortified factory and a battleship. With cranes armour plating turrets and massive cannons all along its structure, all of it suspended ten yards above the ground on massive triangular track sections.
It made the ground tremble with its surprising momentum, the tracks heaving up tonnes of sand as it zoom along the flat sand.
The area was getting more fertile, the ground was cracked and the odd bush and cacti could be seen, one cacti squished beneath a track like nothing as the KR 112 thundered forward. On the horizon trees could be seen from the lookout tower in the centre of the vehicle about two thirds to the back.
MK IV stood there in the office drone gazing out over the stiff sandy ground and towards the horizon.
youtube.com/watch?v=QvYi1MRvX_o
The trees in the distance grew closer, the ground began to show more and more signs of fertility with patches of grass below small tree gatherings around small mud beds. Once they used to be watering holes but time was not kind to this land. The forests of old were almost gone, only the mighty rivers could keep water to the dying land so only the land closest to them and some rare others still had the trees of old.
On the right, an ancient ruin now jutted up from the ground, a toppled over skyscraper, a few of its windows still intact, reflecting light from the scorching sun.
MK IV remember guarding this building long ago, back when it still stood.
A simple job it was, it was mostly to prove to the locals that the defense corps had the situation under control... looking back at it would suggest that they didn't have it under control after all.
He remembered a child stretching out a hand to him, he remember failing protocol and extending his left hand to let the child touch his mechanical shining black hand. The sun shone with a pleasant sheen, the white marble stone glistened and the glass walled buildings white pillars of purity.
The child was smiling as it reached him in slow motion, the call of its mother was as clear as yesterday.
-"Don't touch it, it's dangerous." As the child touched him the scene went from the bright and pleasant to a nightmarish hellscape.
Its face bereft of its skin and most of the muscle, the eyes hollow and the hair burnt.
The sky rained fire and everything was covered in reddish brown dirt and fallen masonry. Somehow the child still stood, MK IV could hear its thoughts.
-"Why didn't you save us?" The images stopped...
MK IV realised his left hand was outstretched in front of him, the memory didn't fit how the event had unfolded. It didn't make sense.
He never saw the dead child, never heard it. But somehow this memory replay had shown it like that.
Was his memory getting even more degraded? Was the compression of his data files becoming so jumbled that they were becoming intermixed?
Was this just some sort of data damage?
Perhaps it was what humans called a dream, or more like a nightmare. Hallucination?
MK IV lowered his hand, he had been within a drone for too long today he thought.
He knew it was a lie, he was designed to function indefinitely with just minor memory defragmentations required. Day and night, all the data stored for later review, to be drawn upon for the personality engrams.
He had done his best to perform defragmentations. But in truth he lacked the proper knowledge to properly service his own engrams and memory data.
Perhaps he wasn't even supposed to exist anymore? Supposed to be scrapped when the war was won...
He just let the drone stand there and poured his full attention to the KR 112, it was refreshing from time to time. Usually he only let it run at half power, after all it was usually only ever going in a straight line.
But now there was not even a slightest hint of humanoid form, he was a mighty mobile land fortress. He felt the threads upon the ground, the bumps of the suspension, the energy in the circuits and power lines, how the capacitors within hummed with power.
The journey was a long one, perhaps he was starting to understand what the human word 'bored' meant?
Ah, seeing that, it's about 360 hours if i'd go on my planned path staying 10 hours on each relay.
Seeing that is 15 days, i'd say it's a bit off the course.
If i somehow got a message to go for that coordinate the straight way, it'd be roughly 250 hours.
That's 10,41666 etc days travel.
I'll probably go with the usual route, that way i can keep working on the Jogh story i've started.
Seeing that is 15 days, i'd say it's a bit off the course.
If i somehow got a message to go for that coordinate the straight way, it'd be roughly 250 hours.
That's 10,41666 etc days travel.
I'll probably go with the usual route, that way i can keep working on the Jogh story i've started.
@Monkeypants Right, however you should know if the storm is the same?
That's cool.
It would be cool to roll up to the hulk, but since i don't know where in the world it is, it's weird to just suddenly know where it is.
But if i understood it right, it's somewhere close to the Union?
Unless if the electrostorm Oscar & Cordelia encountered was the same as the one KR 112 was seen within, which would hint they are at least reasonably within short distance of my char.
And then it's the Golden Coin scout flight which seems to have found the hulk, so it also points to it being in the east.
Perhaps the location was told in the chatzy, and i'm just proving i'm not in there much?
It would be cool to roll up to the hulk, but since i don't know where in the world it is, it's weird to just suddenly know where it is.
But if i understood it right, it's somewhere close to the Union?
Unless if the electrostorm Oscar & Cordelia encountered was the same as the one KR 112 was seen within, which would hint they are at least reasonably within short distance of my char.
And then it's the Golden Coin scout flight which seems to have found the hulk, so it also points to it being in the east.
Perhaps the location was told in the chatzy, and i'm just proving i'm not in there much?
Hm, funny, never seen Deus est machina, deus EX machina loads, but never est.
Regardless, how often is one expected to post?
I could post everyday, but others seem to not do that. So i'm just asking about how often is roughly expected?
Regardless, how often is one expected to post?
I could post everyday, but others seem to not do that. So i'm just asking about how often is roughly expected?
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