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No one thought the world would end like it did. Some said fire from god..others a great war..None expected what actually happened..In fact many thought that with the discovery of Steam and Tesla power,in America by 1864, that humanity's trials and power struggles were over. They were wrong. With the power to wipe out whole cities with Airships and cut down entire entire armies with Tesla electrical weapons America quickly invaded and took over most of the known world. From Europe to Asia the newly named "American Empire" grew. With each new country it brought under its thumb more and more thinkers began experimenting and advancing Steam and Tesla technology. The world soon became a twisted sprawl of factories and urban developments as The American Empire cleared fields and forests to make room and usher in a new world of decadence befitting it's new found place at the head of the world. Then only after 10 long years...with the war ended and the last country surrendering did the leaders of America find the problem. Plowing fields and living lavishly was beginning to deplete their food sources. With no fields and factory's beginning to pollute soil, streams and rivers to un usable levels something had to be done.
A Swedish scientist discovered the solution. He spliced, bred, and crossbred his way to the perfect wheat plant. It could grow anywhere, in any enviorment, despite pollution or soil purity. The people rejoiced and their fate was sealed. Soon the plant began making people sick. Soon other plant life started doing the same. The sickness began getting worse as more plants mutated, adapted, multiplied, and grew. After the disease mutated enough to kill cattle by the hundreds..humans were to follow shortly with some plants even noticing gas that killed them in one inhale. In a last ditch effort America built massive walls around select cities all over the world. With electrified barriers and flame throwers to keep the plants back, and enough clear fields water purifiers and pure, rich soil to keep the expected population going for generations. They finished barely half of them in the end. The lucky humans who made it inside shut the gate and threw away the key. Leaving millions to die in the events to come. The plants began mutating wildlife, house cats began turning into massive spore riddled behemoths, dogs into fierce disease riddled predatory animals, and even reanimating human bodies into walking hordes of hive minded zombies. But the humans stayed in their cities and pretended not to hear the howls and moans at night.
That was then. The year is now 1920 and humanity has still learned nothing. Even in this time of trouble and death the rich still live out their days in blissful,wistful,ignorance. While the poor carry them on their backs and fight over every crumb they don't tax. Now the your city the "Los Angeles stronghold." Is running out of supplies. And it's up to you to get them. Your the rich'S answer to the crisis. And your a Los Angeles Spore diver. Don't worry it wasn't your choice. The brand on the back of your neck reminds you of that. All Spore divers have them. Spore diver is a nice way of saying suicide slave. Maybe your an orphan they picked up off the street..maybe they dragged you away from your mother to pay off a debt she had..whatever the reason.. Everyday you don your filter mask, pull on your Steam skeleton and prime your Tesla rifle as airships drop you into the heart of infected land to scavenge and secure items of interest left behind by your ancestors, and if having to survive in a mutated mix of jungle and city where even the plants can kill you with a whiff wasn't bad enough..the city is a danger all its own. With power hungry factory owners and crude business men still enforcing American martial law, even the slightest inclination of rebellion or escape is smashed under their boot heel. So good luck, and don't worry. The turnover rate is really high..too bad you'll be too dead to enjoy your freedom.
A Swedish scientist discovered the solution. He spliced, bred, and crossbred his way to the perfect wheat plant. It could grow anywhere, in any enviorment, despite pollution or soil purity. The people rejoiced and their fate was sealed. Soon the plant began making people sick. Soon other plant life started doing the same. The sickness began getting worse as more plants mutated, adapted, multiplied, and grew. After the disease mutated enough to kill cattle by the hundreds..humans were to follow shortly with some plants even noticing gas that killed them in one inhale. In a last ditch effort America built massive walls around select cities all over the world. With electrified barriers and flame throwers to keep the plants back, and enough clear fields water purifiers and pure, rich soil to keep the expected population going for generations. They finished barely half of them in the end. The lucky humans who made it inside shut the gate and threw away the key. Leaving millions to die in the events to come. The plants began mutating wildlife, house cats began turning into massive spore riddled behemoths, dogs into fierce disease riddled predatory animals, and even reanimating human bodies into walking hordes of hive minded zombies. But the humans stayed in their cities and pretended not to hear the howls and moans at night.
That was then. The year is now 1920 and humanity has still learned nothing. Even in this time of trouble and death the rich still live out their days in blissful,wistful,ignorance. While the poor carry them on their backs and fight over every crumb they don't tax. Now the your city the "Los Angeles stronghold." Is running out of supplies. And it's up to you to get them. Your the rich'S answer to the crisis. And your a Los Angeles Spore diver. Don't worry it wasn't your choice. The brand on the back of your neck reminds you of that. All Spore divers have them. Spore diver is a nice way of saying suicide slave. Maybe your an orphan they picked up off the street..maybe they dragged you away from your mother to pay off a debt she had..whatever the reason.. Everyday you don your filter mask, pull on your Steam skeleton and prime your Tesla rifle as airships drop you into the heart of infected land to scavenge and secure items of interest left behind by your ancestors, and if having to survive in a mutated mix of jungle and city where even the plants can kill you with a whiff wasn't bad enough..the city is a danger all its own. With power hungry factory owners and crude business men still enforcing American martial law, even the slightest inclination of rebellion or escape is smashed under their boot heel. So good luck, and don't worry. The turnover rate is really high..too bad you'll be too dead to enjoy your freedom.
Hey guys! First rp on here and I'm really excited!
Team dynamic is big here as a spore diver it's your job to fill your role in the squad to the max to ensure you or your fellow divers don't end up something's meal or choking on their own foamy bile as a plant poisons them. These are the roles and the responsibility that accompany them.
Scout: from the second you touch the
Ground your sprinting for a vantage point. You move ahead fast and find all of the juicy scavenger holes. Guiding scavengers, gunners, medics and burners with you no one knows the urban jungles or how to survive in them better than you.
Special wepon: white phosphors launcher.
Eight shells.
Single shot.
Break action.
Medic: you watch out for everyone. No ones going home in a box on your watch. You may not be particularly "skilled" but you get the job done and no one dies when your around.
Special weapon: "the jumper." this air cannon fires a syringe of healing elixir for friends and nasty syringes of bone melting acid for anyone dumb enough to hurt them.
2 healing syringes
2 acid syringes
Gunner: you've got the balls and you've got the trigger finger to back me up. Whether it's a mutant zombie trying to eat your face off or Light back gorangutans want to eat you like a pork roast you'll never stop shooting until they stop moving..or you do.
Special weapon: tri-barrelled light machine gun.
80 round magazine.
Gun powder launched, led based projectiles (bullets.)
Burner: pyromaniac or not the plants have gotta burn. Thick jungle? No problem. Mutant trees trying to spear you on their branches? Ash. So whether your helping the gunner dust a Sabre cat or the medic cauterise a wound (ah ha ah ha...ow..) your always useful and never leave any doubt you'll get the job done.
Special weapon: under mounted flamethrower.
Large fuel cell,
Flames ward off enemy animals.
Scavenger: get in and get out are the words you live by. Every team needs a good scavenger. The less your out there the less chance you have to die. Move in, get the stuff, get out, go home. Easy peasy. The scout might find the location but the scav has to find and get it out. If it's even there at all. But don't worry. Scavs get ALL the chicks.
Special weapon: steam hammer (no door or skull too thick.)
A large steam piston that acts as a ram or a wicked melee weapon.
No reload.
Support: being seen is for stupid people. Blending into your surroundings is a natural talent for you and so is being a cheapskate with your bullets. Waste not, want not, is your moto and with every successful headship you feel better about your day. Support is dropped on to buildings and vantage points across the city where zip line networks and grappling hooks left by previous supports before you allow you to cover your squad like the Guardian angel of efficiency and death that you know you are. To bad your enemies never got to see you. Bet they'd be impressed.
Special weapon: kinetic long gun.
20X scope.
8 round magazine.
Fires molten metal projectile.
Projectile fires with enough force to break a regular man's shoulder. It targets are usually broken in half. Bloody halves.
Rules: be chill, no weapons or iteams too sci-fi like robots, space ships, plasma cannons, etc. But don't limit yourself!
Character sheet
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Talents: (pick three. Ex:repairing weapons, haggling, sneaking, etc.)
*Gear: (pick 7. First aid kits, water, machete, anything you think you'll want right off the bat.)
Personality:
Role:
Special weapon mods: (choose 1. Want that extended mag, an extra she'll or 2 or or do you just wanna tell me how the weapon is personalized to your characters taste? Go right ahead! (P.S visual enhancements don't count as a MOD per say but if you wanna throw it in as an extra to your chosen MOD be my guest!)
*Note:you receive a Tesla reciprocating rifle, re breather mask and steam skeleton already. But that's it!
Team dynamic is big here as a spore diver it's your job to fill your role in the squad to the max to ensure you or your fellow divers don't end up something's meal or choking on their own foamy bile as a plant poisons them. These are the roles and the responsibility that accompany them.
Scout: from the second you touch the
Ground your sprinting for a vantage point. You move ahead fast and find all of the juicy scavenger holes. Guiding scavengers, gunners, medics and burners with you no one knows the urban jungles or how to survive in them better than you.
Special wepon: white phosphors launcher.
Eight shells.
Single shot.
Break action.
Medic: you watch out for everyone. No ones going home in a box on your watch. You may not be particularly "skilled" but you get the job done and no one dies when your around.
Special weapon: "the jumper." this air cannon fires a syringe of healing elixir for friends and nasty syringes of bone melting acid for anyone dumb enough to hurt them.
2 healing syringes
2 acid syringes
Gunner: you've got the balls and you've got the trigger finger to back me up. Whether it's a mutant zombie trying to eat your face off or Light back gorangutans want to eat you like a pork roast you'll never stop shooting until they stop moving..or you do.
Special weapon: tri-barrelled light machine gun.
80 round magazine.
Gun powder launched, led based projectiles (bullets.)
Burner: pyromaniac or not the plants have gotta burn. Thick jungle? No problem. Mutant trees trying to spear you on their branches? Ash. So whether your helping the gunner dust a Sabre cat or the medic cauterise a wound (ah ha ah ha...ow..) your always useful and never leave any doubt you'll get the job done.
Special weapon: under mounted flamethrower.
Large fuel cell,
Flames ward off enemy animals.
Scavenger: get in and get out are the words you live by. Every team needs a good scavenger. The less your out there the less chance you have to die. Move in, get the stuff, get out, go home. Easy peasy. The scout might find the location but the scav has to find and get it out. If it's even there at all. But don't worry. Scavs get ALL the chicks.
Special weapon: steam hammer (no door or skull too thick.)
A large steam piston that acts as a ram or a wicked melee weapon.
No reload.
Support: being seen is for stupid people. Blending into your surroundings is a natural talent for you and so is being a cheapskate with your bullets. Waste not, want not, is your moto and with every successful headship you feel better about your day. Support is dropped on to buildings and vantage points across the city where zip line networks and grappling hooks left by previous supports before you allow you to cover your squad like the Guardian angel of efficiency and death that you know you are. To bad your enemies never got to see you. Bet they'd be impressed.
Special weapon: kinetic long gun.
20X scope.
8 round magazine.
Fires molten metal projectile.
Projectile fires with enough force to break a regular man's shoulder. It targets are usually broken in half. Bloody halves.
Rules: be chill, no weapons or iteams too sci-fi like robots, space ships, plasma cannons, etc. But don't limit yourself!
Character sheet
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Talents: (pick three. Ex:repairing weapons, haggling, sneaking, etc.)
*Gear: (pick 7. First aid kits, water, machete, anything you think you'll want right off the bat.)
Personality:
Role:
Special weapon mods: (choose 1. Want that extended mag, an extra she'll or 2 or or do you just wanna tell me how the weapon is personalized to your characters taste? Go right ahead! (P.S visual enhancements don't count as a MOD per say but if you wanna throw it in as an extra to your chosen MOD be my guest!)
*Note:you receive a Tesla reciprocating rifle, re breather mask and steam skeleton already. But that's it!
Hey, the names moonstuck but friends call me moony! Ha just kidding I don't have any of those....oh your still reading? Thought the bad joke would clear you out..hmm well this is awkward but since your still here.. I've been on and off rp forums for a while now and this place seemed really cool! If you've got any questions or role play ideas pm me or just post em right here! Love to chat and rp!...OK I'm done now...stop reading.....seriously..........the post is over...stop...................I'm warning you. The farther you go the less entertaining it gets......................seriously it gets really boring....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................warned you.......
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