MikkishtheLeprechaun

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Good idea, I thought. I was startled, shocked, from all that was happening, but it was probably best to put as much space between myself and this place as possible.

I didn't know these people at all, barely spoke to them, if at all, and I wasn't sure if I could trust any of them. We were all in the same boat though. Even if these people were total scum, this guy, or maybe the others, might know a bit about the situation...and why those men in that power armor, Maniacles, who I made up for an rp and fit the exact description in my head and in my posts, had captured us.

So I ran after him, not knowing where he was going, but hoping for the best.

In the distance, a car was coming our way. I didn't know if it was a vehicle for those odd soldiers with the eerily familiar name, or just a regular ass car. Even if it was a vehicle for them, there was no escaping them anyway. I mean, here we all were, in a desert, nowhere to really hide, and on foot. So, I ran towards the vehicle, along the side of the road, of course waving at them.

And as the car, a jeep, was coming closer, I saw it was an odd shade of green, not camo. Definitely not a military vehicle and probably not a car for those mercs.

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I didn't even look behind me. I just kept running. I heard more screams. More doors swung open or were blown off behind me as I ran past. But I didn't stop, and I didn't get shot.

I ran continuously until I saw a ladder at the end of the hallway. It was the only way to go. I heard screams and gunshots, and the scuttering sound of those monsters. This was the best way to escape that I saw.

It was likely there would be danger above, but I climbed right on up, opening a hatch when I got to the top, but seeing only desert, and a dirt road, around me. Immediately the heat hit me, already starting to cause me to sweat. I wondered if I would be wrong to leave the other people from my cell down there. But how could I get them out of that firefight shit? I was unarmed, never even experienced anything like THAT before. I would only get myself killed.

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My head throbbed with pain. Past concussions and the sounds of desperate automatic rifle fire will do that to a guy.

But I couldn't help but notice another guy who had run from the organic-machine creatures. I could tell he was looking for an escape.

The door opposite of the one we came in had these fucking monsters coming through and attacking, but the one we had come in from was unguarded, with nobody to halt our escape as both parties were occupied with pumping each other with lead.

I made a beeline for the door we came in, dashing down one of the halls we had been marched down, but took an unknown turn. It waz a dark maze, and likely more mercs, or those cyborg things, would find us.

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"Hell, I don't like it either, making men out of little girls like all of you. We're a bit short on choices. The whole surface is fucked up." Said the commander, before the sound of gunshots were heard, followed by a man screaming.

A look of frustrated confusion came over the commanders face.

"What the hell?" He said, turning in the direction of those noises: the door opposite the one we came in.

I was frozen, saying nothing, not willing to even flinch. It was too much, that we would be drafted, the sounds of gunshots. And I knew something was about to break through that door any minute. Something or someone than could kill me.

And just like I predicted, the door blew off its hinges, and in walked a metal...organic thing. It walked on four robotic spider legs which, while metalic, ratained a disgusting bug like appearance somehow. The torso of a slim man led up from there to arms with weapons at the ends. One some kind of gun, attached crudely to its organic arms, and the other armed looked like it had a chainsaw. Tubes ran out of thiz creatures back to its shoulders. And the face, it didn't look human. It seemed mutilated, mishapen, gritting itz teeth unable to close its mouth.

It charged ahead at once, followed by other disgusting things just like it. The room exploded into gunfire. The mercs, firing on the cyborg monsters, seemed to need entire clips of ammo just to take one down. Their armor held up well, but the commander was not armored, but began shooting with his pistol, as if that could hurt one of these.

Knowing I had to do something, I dove behind the desk near to my right, panting with fear of being shot. What the fuck was happening? These things....how can they exist?

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Also, sorry I didn't bring this up at the time I posted, but I am keeping this vote open until tomorrow morning.

I would also like ideas of locations in this world. We are currently in Dystopic Pseudo-Post Apocalyptic Nevada. Depending on what kind of places (and these could be cities, regions, anything) are mentioned and why, this might be the next place we go to.

PM all ideas

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So I did say in the interest check that I would allow you guys to put your own ideas in this rp, and I am a man of my word.

So, do you think we should escape being drafted or not? And there will be an attack on the facility we are in, but what attacks? It could be a rival faction, monsters, or anything hostile.

PM me your ideas.

Also, this is the last chance to jump in until we get to the first city, for all you watching.

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"What the fuck are you looking at?" Said one of the men to Rena after he caught her staring at his gun "I'll show you a REAL big gun later."

The other men, hearing this, said nothing as they forced us along through more dimly lit hallways. I heard tortured screams coming from somewhere, and gunshots in another direction. Had terrorists captured us?

Then, I noticed something about the mercs. The power armor, despite the low levels of light, I noticed were white. And I saw the insignia on one merc's armor: A snake wrapped around a money sign.

When I first started role playing, I created a company of mercenaries and supernatural research. They had technological advancements nobody had as of yet figured out, such as power armor. They also had knowledge of, and even made deals with, mages and vampires, even allowing them into their ranks. A company called Maniacles Corporation.

And now I knew where I had seen these men before. I knew them when I envisioned them in my own head.

What the fuck? Was it coincidence?

As I came to this realization, however, just as we were coming into a room with who must be the commander. There was some kind of high tech computer embed in the wall, a map spread over a table, desk with a computer in the corner next to a water cooler, and the big snake and cash symbol on the wall opposite the computer.

"We have a new batch of idiots." Said one of the mercs to the commander, who was sitting at the table and drinking coffee. He was an upper middle aged man, though fit, with bigger arms than me back when I used to work out 6 days a week and drink creatine. He set his coffee down and walked up to us, giving a sigh.

"I swear, they get pussier and more out of shape every time." Said the commander "I don't know where any of you are from, who you are, and I don't care. This world is not what you remember, so I will be straight with you: you're being drafted. Don't bitch about it either, thats doing you a favor."

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"Alright assholes." Said one of the armored men "I don't actually know why you're in here, so shut up follow us, and don't think you can run off. Commander wants to see you." He said as he walked up to the cell and unlocked it.

"Come on, lets go!" He ordered as he opened the cell door. I couldn't tell where he was looking, so maybe he wasn't even talking to me. Maybe only a specific one of us. Regardless, I slowly walked forward out of the cell. Slow enough that one of the guys grabbed me and pushed me further along. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to get shot or something worse.

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I didn't realise we were all in the same cell

@Nevix

Lol woops

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I looked at the guy who had shouted. He seemed confused about what was going on. Just as clueless as me. Perhaps even moreso, considering I may have been taken to jail for public intoxication. Considering the things I've done while wasted, I was lucky this hadn't happened sooner.

I said nothing to him. In fact, I looked away fast. He could be here because of drug use, and his cluelessness could be the drugs.

Then, of course, there were a couple girls in the cell also. Or maybe cross dressing men, but pretty damn convincing. If men were with women in a cell, this wasn't a normal US prison or even holding cell.

Then I heard what sounded like a mix between footsteps and metal hitting against concrete. The sound was coming from a door outside of the holding cell. I stared at this door as the footsteps drew closer, but was startled when the door was kicked open from the other side.

And in walked men. Seemingly normal men, wearing big metal suits. Machine, metal suits. It was...power armor. Shit, just like in video games, but there was something familiar about these particular metal suits. The creepy kind of familiar.