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1 yr ago
Current New collab released and an update on the future of Futility! New players always welcome. roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
2 yrs ago
Finally some new Futility content is up! Two more collabs are underway/finishing up. We're writing longer-form content for this finale scene, so keep eyes out! Cyberpunks rise up.
2 yrs ago
Two or three 10-35 pages of Futility Collabs are coming, I promise. The time is nigh.
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3 yrs ago
Guild Cyberpunk gang currently popping off
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3 yrs ago
Slowly, Futility rises from the ashes. Very soon, I hope, we'll be able to wrap up this next round of scenes, but that's like 3-4 posts out at least. The hustle does not stop.
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I am a writer and poet aiming to create surrealistic and abstract imagery in my work. I also greatly enjoy worldbuilding, roleplaying, and collaborative writing in general. I also work as a writing advisor, so I enjoy working with, critiquing, and supporting writing in most of its forms. If you would like to work with me with any piece of prose or poetry, let me know. If you have roleplay concepts, questions, or ideas I'd be happy to listen. For those that enjoy the projects I GM, contact me as necessary. PM at your will.

Contact me on Discord at Opposition#4407.

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The Last Embers --- Tatiana Leviatan : The Black Shepherd Summoner




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Dare you stand against Titans in a Great Game?
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@Opposition Here it is! Sorry for the wait



I really like what you've done with it so far. In particular the political party breakdown and his motivations for working with Campbell are well written and informative. I would ask that you add a bit more to the sheet generally to explain your relationship with Campbell in his current scenario, as he's not likely to be up and making friends or asking for help in his current condition. Since Dominique will be arriving a little late, I want the new wave of players to account for that in their sheets. If you need help with this, let me know. We can always work something out between he and Delilah if necessary. Once that is done, you'll be ready to hop in and we can work out some scene details.

Speaking of, Delilah's post should be out tomorrow. Sorry for the wait, friends. Following soon after, I'll be pushing scene #2 to the next bit. I believe you guys can guess where that's headed...
Futility is moving forward!
Okay! Official group #1 post is up! I think it'd be nice to get one more wrap-up post from everybody on scene there before we can jump to another area. We could also just move on, though. Let me know your thoughts on the matter.

@Firecracker_, I didn't have Delilah respond in that post because I think I want to add on a short post of her own. I'll likely have that up in the coming days. If you want to make another post before we leave this scene, though, let me know and I'll hurry it up.

@Prizrak, once you're ready, we can get moving with group #2. I actually have a bit more for you guys at the Old Rail Stop scene which I believe you two might like, but if you'd like to divulge as you mentioned to me before, feel free. Cass and Mackwell can proceed down that route otherwise.



And we're still looking for new interest to come and join the party! I'll be accepting characters all the way through the end of these two scenes and the start of the next ones! For any of you that are still here, please let me know if you are intending to make a sheet.
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As scattered as the crowd had gotten, the mass of bodies seemed to balance out the sea of people that had once conglomerated together. While the isolated nature of the Reclaim Zone prevented Enforcers from responding in their typically advertised '2 minute timeframe to anywhere in America', that didn't stop the Response Squad from arriving almost immediately. The high-tech EMTs jumped through the crowds and skittered across walls with technical gear unlike anything most Reclaim citizens had ever seen in their lives. Why they had shown up before even the Enforcers became evident as the Response Squad Jumpers shot from the sky to land upon the stage. Gatch must have had a deadman switch. There was no end to the endlessly expensive treatment plans the Response Squad offered to the CEOs and corporate seelouts that could afford them. Even in spite of the firefight between the destructive assassin and the Enforcers pulling up in squad cars to combat the crowd and reach their target, the Response Squad remained steadfast in their duties, airlifting the Priority Injured Parties and tending to whatever leftover wounded they could as they continued to extract men and women to hospitals around South City. To many people's surprise, the EMT jumpers seemed entirely unworried about the ongoing hail of bullets, though they seemed to be relying on a mixture of bravery and common decency to not catch bullets in their craniums.

As more and more Enforcers arrived on scene, more fire was focused on the assassin. In spite of his outward invincibility, the man seemed to be on the backfoot. For a moment, he locked eyes with a Response Squad EMT as they passed one another. One had aimed to save Gatch, the other had nearly killed him. More questions arose in the minds of all involved as the cruel figure seemed to leave his business unfinished. It was only after the mystery figure shot past the EMT when he caught sight of S'venia's drone. Assuming it to be an ineffective reporting drone or some recorder for the Response Squad, he was entirely unprepared as the burst of bright light sent him reeling back. It was clear that the receptors in whatever augments were laden in his eye sockets stood momentarily overloaded. In the drone's next burst, however, a set of deployable flashbang protectors covered his lenses. If only he were seconds quicker.

The next shot from the Engitech Drone offered nothing but a blinding white screen, as though the drone itself had been blinded. To any manual onlookers, the impact of a rocket-propelled ballistic weapon could be seen smashing into the assassin. As the explosive plumes of smoke cleared, the cyborg assassin shot sparks from his metallic exoskeleton, now protruding from under his kevlar coat. He only remained in his place for one more shot from the drone, though this picture was distorted. Funnily enough, it was only distorted around the assassin, as static appeared in some sort of circular field around the man. Without a second's hesitation, the assassin shot off towards the back of the stage, immediately beginning to run up the wall as he was propelled by the massively powerful servos grinding in his cybernetic legs. The drone captured a number of shots despite the assassin being aware of its presence. It seemed he had bigger problems to worry about. Very few pursuers even dared to chase him, but those who did found their efforts lost to Futility.

As Proctor ascended to the window of the hollow building he found himself in, the carnage was palpable, viscerally painted throughout the square. Some men had even taken arms against the Enforcers. Of course, that wasn't such an uncommon occurence for the derelicts of the Reclaim Zone. Some supported Rott while others just hated the vile lawmen. Nonetheless, it wasn't long before they realized the Futility of taking on the massive armored soldiers that had responded to the scene. Carefully scattered throughout the crowd, Proctor's keen eyes could locate that some Knights had joined in the firefight. Vendettas ran wild in the Reclaim Zone, but even wilder between its gangs and the Enforcers.

There were a number of peculiar details that the Reclaim's ghost could identify however, or rather, not identify. For starters, each of the men in the crowd that had Knights markings painted across their implants were all unrecognizable. Grunts and lackeys. None of Rott's officers were there, nor were any of his recognizable high-level operators. The Knights that were there were by no means a full force. It seemed clear that they would be slaughtered by the Enforcers should they continue to fight. No matter the outcome, the situation would be dire, though. That much was clear. Blood painted the Reclaim that day.

And not all of it was the blood of Knights and Enforcers. After what felt like hours, a Response Squad jumper kneeled beside Campbell. He brought his tools out and began to inject some foaming solution into the clear wound in Campbell's skull. The results were unclear. Few eyes were caring to look at the fallen politician when the rest of Central Square was filled with rampant carnage. That didn't matter to the Response Squad, though. No matter the danger, the circumstance, the political leanings, anyone paying them was getting the care they needed. A set of two jumpers soon descended on Campbell's location with a gurney in their hands, their jetstream suits lofting them down slowly and preparing to loft Campbell back up into the sky with them. The fate of the candidate was unclear, but he would be getting to a hospital nonetheless.

A day of hope across the Reclaim Zone had changed in an instant. The world was like a game, with so many pawns being thrown left and right. So many chips entering and leaving the pot. There were a thousand leads and a thousand different paths, but a much narrower margin with desirable outcomes. One could wonder if any sort of good could come out of pursuing a cause in this mess, or whether all parties involved would just be swallowed by Futility...

Okay, I'm putting something up for group #1 in an effort to maintain a steady flow to the RP so we don't scare new interest off.

To any who may be out there still watching Futility, I have no plans to abandon it, but we'll need new players to keep going strong!
Can I get post updates from anyone who hasn't posted anything this round? I'm thinking about putting out another story post for each group if nobody can get anything up soon just to keep scenes moving past the prologue so that we can retain any new interest and expand the group as necessary. Let me know what you guys think.
You're welcome to start writing characters in the OOC. The first group is still working their way through the prologue scene, so new interest will have plenty of time to work through the sheet and create characters. Feel free to direct any questions to me either through PM or through the OOC.

In reflection...

A diminutive shock shot through Alice's spine, making her jump slightly at the sound of someone contacting the door to the art room. She fumbled with her pockets as Augie entered into her site, soon allowing the anxious pangs evaporate from her being as she realized that the intrusion came from one of her close friends. When Augie had made his way into the room, it was clear that Alice already had her cellphone in hand. Perhaps it was guilt that had her face momentarily flushed, though perhaps not. Alice never was one to be so open, even with Augie. Despite that, however, she readily greeted him.

"Oh, what's up? I was justβ€”" Alice found her forced words cut off by Augie's own. In a sense, she was relieved that he didn't find it necessary to immediately mention how she'd so readily left the group. That had been a common start to conversations with a number of Alice's other friends, though she couldn't really blame them for that. At her friend's mention of the website, Alice sent a gaze towards the phone still held in her palm, her cheeks flushing slightly as she failed to maintain eye contact with Augie for a long moment. She didn't waste time placing it in her pocket thereafter, however.

"Yeah... Iβ€” Um..." Alice took a step back as she fumbled over her words. Without referring to it, she resumed sorting a number of recently used brushes and paints placed next to a canvas. This was not an uncommon sight, though Alice was well aware that the homecoming dance was no time for her to be tending to her duties as teacher's assistant. Nonetheless, it appeared as something of a habit to her. Perhaps it offered her a sense of comfort and something to do in place of idly interacting with her peers. She sure avoided that much a lot, at the very least. "I saw it. Do you know if Rob's alright? I would have come to check on him, but I just saw it now. I suppose that goes for Ara, too. They've both been dealing with all this..."

Alice trailed off again. What started as a caring and soft-hearted inquiry had shifted. Something in her voice had changed, as if the tone of her words was skewed if only for a moment. If anything was ever uncharacteristic of the background watcher that was Alice, perhaps it could have been recognized in that moment: a second of vexation as something unknown confounded her. The strange tonal inflections remained only for a few words before vanishing once more.

"All this drama. I'm worried. That the group will just keepβ€”" Another missed beat hijacked Augie and Alice's conversation. Alice spent the moment beholding the canvas before her. It was out of Augie's view and it couldn't be placed what, if anything, was painted on it. "β€”Fragmenting. The site is having a much greater impact than initially expected..."
@Opposition You still taking applications? I'm interested.


Yes, applications will be open for quite a while until we finish up the end of the two current prologue scenes. Feel free to write up a sheet and direct any questions you might have to me.
With the impending sheets coming from our new recruits, I'd like to move along each scenario within the coming week. Can I get updates from those that have yet to post this round on both sides?
Color me interested

I'm always down to clown with cyberpunk dystopian futures


Finally, an opening! Okay, time to make a CS.


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