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2 yrs 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




𝔽𝕦π•₯π•šπ•π•šπ•₯π•ͺ: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒t π”Ύπ•’π•žπ•–


Dare you stand against Titans in a Great Game?
Enter the π”Ύπ•’π•žπ•–. Move your piece

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I'm aiming to move scene #2 into its final phase today. After that is sorted out, everyone will have their last chance to continue with their current RP before new scenes arise, new players join, and Futility marches on without them.

Keep me updated on any extraneous concerns. We are on a good path to move forward.

Ordeals and Repeating Patterns...
Who could break the mold?


Alice hummed a low note as she pondered Augie's words, gaze shooting off into a distant cloud unseen to all outside of her imagination. The whole ordeal of homecomingβ€”the whole ordeal of secrets changing hands and the aftermath thereofβ€” brought something out in her peers. Alice could watch it happen. It had happened before with each prior secret revealed and it was happening now with Rob and his business with Ara. As of yet, Alice was uncertain of her feelings on the matter. It was all so confusing and hectic. She could never understand the rat-race that followed the exchange of secrets. Apparently, there was much more to it than she realized. For now, she could do naught but observe. That was her place.

Alice allowed the momentary silence born between her and Augie to permeate the room for a long while. She couldn't help but ponder the mental archive of those that had been outed with secrets thus far and those who had not. Alice and Augie were on the same side of the paradigm. She had to shake herself from her heavy thoughts as Augie questioned her. Had she appeared nervous? She tried to maintain ignorance to her own mannerisms, but that quickly melted away, and her blank and distant demeanor returned. She caught herself...

"Oh, I'm fine. Just... Not all that interested in the whole scene upstairs. It's a lot to deal with." When Alice had finally finished laying her canvas aside against an obscured shelf, she returned to clean the few supplies that remained out around the art room. It was as though she couldn't stop herself from perpetually continuing her duties even after hours. Perhaps it was more of a nervous thing, though. Alice, once again, wouldn't entirely be cognizant on the matter.

"They'll... Be alright, I think. This repeating process of secrets being traded... I don't think it will bother them forever." Alice maintained her distant trance-like gaze as she spoke, though as she took a long pause once again, her eyes finally flicked to Augie's own. "What do you think?" Alice pulled the canvas before her down from the easel, her mannerisms were nonchalant, though it seemed she was sure to maintain an angle where the subject matter portrayed in paint was obscured to all but her. Alice always was a shy one.

"Of the secrets. Of everything," Alice clarified. Perhaps she was fishing for answers to questions she wasn't entirely sure of. Either way, it seemed by the sincerity of her gaze that Alice's curiosity was genuine, and that was no common factor in conversations with the young artist. "Some may fragment," she repeated before continuing, "But what's it all for? The website... What do you think of it?"

Alice pondered the repeating pattern that seemed to trap Sterling High in a loop. She watched the effects, but none she had met could envision the cause. The whole secret revelations issue was a repeating pattern. The homecoming dance, its processes, and the whirlwind of emotions that followedβ€” a repeating pattern... Her confiding in Augie must have been telling, as her palpable confusion on the matter seemed to show a certain degree of naivety.
Just a bit of a heads up. I’ve cut my hand so it’s gonna take a while for me to type up my post.


No worries! I'm rather busy for the next few days, but I believe I'll be moving scene 2 into its final segment by Thursday. Then, you'll have to decide how important these voting machines really are.
Wowie. Coming back to this site after a very long hiatus. If I were to make a character, how much time would I have to work on them before missing that ideal time frame that you speak of? @Opposition


There will likely be at least a week or so before the prologue ends altogether, though new scenes will be created along the way. You've got plenty of time to make a character and can be introduced whenever it's finished. The ideal time frame would likely be the next two weeks. Feel free to direct any questions about the process to me either here or through PM.

@Opposition

I'm still trying to work on my post. Just have a bad case of writers block this weekend :(


I look forward to it. Take your time!
Futility is still looking for new players!

This may be the last ideal time to hop in for a while as we are in the process of concluding the prologue over the next week or two. Head to the OOC and put up a sheet if you're interested.
I kinda got caught up in playing around with the idea of Labyrinth there, but I hope that works for what Proctor needs to know. Let me know if you need more to proceed with Proctor, @Firecracker_. Otherwise, [π•Šπ•šπ•₯𝕦𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ β„•π• π•£π•žπ•’π•] is ready for completion. After which, we can shift the scene to a number of new ones depending on what your characters would like to do following these events. We can timeskip a bit as well as necessary.

For the moment, I encourage anyone who'd like a last word in that scene to get something going. After that, we can discuss options of what comes next.

I'll be pushing [π”»π•–π•žπ• π•”π•£π•’π•”π•ͺ & π”»π•¦π•’π•π•šπ•₯π•ͺ] forward into its final portion relatively soon, too, but I'll be pretty busy this weekend.


Also, Futility is still recruiting! Any watchers are welcome to bring new characters into the fray. This is probably the most ideal time to do so!
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What separates reality from abstraction..?

Subjective power?


Information manifested as waves like Delilah Amano was nothing more than an extra current amongst the jolts of electricity courses through lines of transmitting data. As more and more nodes were picked up by her scanning pulses, the Labyrinth that surrounded Delilah only became more elaborate. She has a thousand choices of what leads to pursue and sift through. The titanic nature of the digital maze often struck her with awe, but Delilah didn't have time to waste now. In the masses of useless informational nodes that she found, Delilah could only hope to continue to expand her search across the zone, looking for any manner to help Mackwell, Cass, and Taryn as they dealt with whatever impending threats were imminent at the Old Rail Stop. Every so often, the trance-like focus of dancing through the cyberscape shattered from Delilah's mind, her attention instead drawn to an echoic voice booming in her surroundings.

"Well, thanks for the help, Amano. Too bad Matrix surfers such as yourself can't manipulate reality as you do the Labyrinth." Mackwell's words seemed to shake the very fabric of Delilah's simulated landscape. She didn't stop gliding through the virtual streams of information as she pondered his words, but she felt herself hesitate in responding. Of course, this hesitation was likely undetectable outside of Labyrinth, but eventually she offered a short comment in response. The static in Mackwell's helmet parted, but only for a moment to deliver one line in that resonant and mechanical voice that did its best to mimic Delilah's own voice through multiple conversions.

"Oh, what's the difference..." Just as her voice cut off the line once again, a new wave of nodes appeared on the horizon of the sea of white data contrasting the static sky of the cyberscape. Finally, some color offered respite to the netrunner's blinded sight. Delilah raced towards them, her formless shape gliding effortlessly along the Labyrinth's coordinates. It took only nanoseconds for her to reach and beginning scanning the vulnerable information that her spider scripts grasped throughout the city, but even in the minute time, Delilah realized something was off. A normally unnoticeable variable had changed in the time she arrived at the nodes. Their location was moving. More specifically, she noticed the three nodes that had appeared throughout the city at the same time had all been moving along the roads. They were vehicles of some kind, and Delilah's cyberdeck predicted that they all had the same destination.

"Iβ€” uh... There's a set of three vehicles in transit, predicted to be following a tracking chip inside whatever vehicle is nearest to Monica... That'sβ€”" This time, the static that usurped Delilah's voice was abrupt and clearly not meant to occur. The line between her and Mackwell had been severed entirely as Delilah's attention was redirected altogether. The Labyrinth that surrounded her began to quake as dozens of new alerts erupted around the city, most around or heading towards Central Square. "Oh shit," was all Delilah managed as she surfed through the nodes, first looking into the cameras around the venue and taking in the scenario.

Delilah had no idea how to react, but her her brain seemed to work autonomously in Labyrinth. That was why she was here and not back in the real world. Before she could even recognize what she was doing, Delilah was surfing Response Squad databases and triggering a false VIP-life support request. Help was on the way for her fallen boss, but Delilah couldn't help but feel dread in her stomach. Was that really all she could do? An alert crossed her vision that covered the cyberscape entirely. A danger warning prompted from her cyberdeck, alerting Delilah to a missile of some sort that impacted the suites as the assassin made his escape. Again, her attention was split away from the urgent scenario.

”Della, I’ve got a live one here. I managed to catch one of these Knights escaping with the crowds, and subdued him. He won’t talk to me, but he knows more than he lets on. I figure you could have a little fun digging around in his brain.” This time it was Richter Gamble's voice that boomed in the cyberscape.”What the fuck is even going on out there? Is this shit really happening?...”

"Campbell should have a jumper on him soon. I'm tracing the wireless signals in his cyberware now. Hopefully that'll tell us where he's headed..." Delilah paused, realizing that was not what Richter was worried about. Campbell had just stood out in her mind as a first priority. This job really was getting to her.

"The Knights? The Knights are assaulting the Rail Stop. Did Rott show up?" A mechanically distorted sigh escaped Richter's communicator. "Wait, you took a hostage? Yeah... Uhβ€”... I'll see what I can do." Those final words that escape the communicator seemed distant. The campaign's Labyrinth overseer was beyond frazzled as she extended herself between the number of tasks at hand, but then a moment of calm seemed to rush over her. There was a certain decisiveness that any successful netrunner needed. It separated the strong from the weak in the Labyrinth. In fractions of fractions of seconds, one's mind needed to be able to completely shift from one idea to the next. Delilah had become quite adept at acting as such a conduit of the flowing mind.

Her perspective began to change. Well, it was really more of a ripping or shattering of the conventional idea of perspective. Even in the hyperspeed that governed the cyberscape, one conscious wasn't enough. But could there even be something more than that? Delilah tried desperately to pull herself into more than one place in the Labyrinth's data mazes. Sweat poured from her limp body still trapped in reality.

Then, everything went dark.

@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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[π•Šπ•šπ•₯𝕦𝕒π•₯π•šπ• π•Ÿ β„•π• π•£π•žπ•’π•], 𝔼𝕩𝕖𝕔𝕦π•₯π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜....


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...

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