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Hello guild my old friend :)
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9 yrs ago
The nostalgia is fierce tonight...so many ideas. Where did the time go? roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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9 yrs ago
Guild issues making it difficult to post. Will update when the server errors stop.
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9 yrs ago
To Teluval, Farewell . A surreal fantasy adventure: roleplayerguild.com/topics/1..

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Genesis Void








Where once dark, now a pale streak of light cascades into the room. Far below this cave you can here the melodic reverberations of what may be a machine or a slumbering giant. You step lightly into the chamber, crunching soft moss beneath your feet. The cave is damp and mired in shadows, but a warmth radiates from all around. You feel safe and as you gain your bearings you notice others entering the subterranean glen in flashes of ethereal light. You have purpose here-that much is clear. Where you have come from is not immediately apparent, your mind clouded with uncertainty. But you feel a sense of reassurance that your path will manifest itself, if only by taking that first step. Tread lightly.
This is too good to let die. Nothing to add at the moment. May edit in some things shortly.
As for my character:

A non-descript lad of meager proportion-basically a weakly but possessing the detached cybernetic arm/appendage of (perhaps his father?) a powerful man long dead. The arm is the boys main weapon, capable of projecting some sort of diabolic sorcerery. Basically a giant boom-stick. I don't know I just love the image of a scrappy boy travelling the badlands in rags holding (basically Iron Mans arm) a severed arm that happens to be his only means of survival.

or:

Seleucus The Liar, a card-sharping shotgun wielding fornicator, womanizer, thief and vagabond wanted in most of Terra, but well versed in the flora & fauna of the Badlands. Writing a dozen books, mostly about his own greatly embellished exploits, but also a few manuals on how to survive the irradiated zone. Rides a hover-steed that is on its last leg, well informed of often by the sarcastic AI personality it contains. Seleucus no doubt stole the thing.


Holy shit this looks cool.
Interested.
now just to add a couple more explanations, perhaps a picture here or there...


Project 'Dawning Star' is super intriguing. I wonder what kind of timetable to company has been working with? Maybe they've known the perfect meteorite has been approaching Earth for decades-would add a level of tension to any narrative plot. Also feel free to add as much or little info as you need for your Corporations parent city/nation etc. We don't need to know everything about the city of Serasberg or Kinsale for the RP, but it creates the world in broad strokes.

Thanks for keeping interest Urukhai, I really want to move forward with this RP as I think it's unique to the NRP section atm, perhaps some more interest will gather if we keep writing!
I didn't even know the OOC was up; is the link in the IntCheck?

I didn't link it but I thought I pinged everyone. Anyways it's here now!
Posting my own Corporate WIP. Argos will be interested in Project Deep Water.

The Eastern Seaboard, January 7th, 1997



> CORPORATION: CLASSIFIED
> Commanding Officer: CLASSIFIED

> LOCATION: Eastern Seaboard
> TIME: 22:54 hrs
> 'Operation Deep Water'

'Onyx'
ZUBR-class Hovercraft



The following field report was originally uploaded by the organization LEMONTREE, an unaffiliated international hacker group associated with the free press states of Modernia. By downloading or viewing this file, you are violating the national OCEANIC SOCIALIST Charter Article 51, subsection 501 under 'attempts at undermining the orthodoxy of the party'. Please stay at your computer while the appropriate authorities are notified.



> LOGIN: USER CORPORATE ADMIN

The expected storms and the resultant rain fell in endless sheets and tossed the Zubr-class Hovercraft Onyx over the waves like a toy in a bathtub. Except the bathtub was the Eastern Sea, and the toy was a trillion dollar hover-transport belonging to CLASSIFIED Corporation. The polymer curtain beneath the steel frame holding in millions of pounds of titanically pressurized air was holding strong, even under the stress of the waves. The enormous propellors at the stern of the vessel continued thumping along, and the captain saw no reason to abort the mission.

Captain Johann Wix monitored the instrument panels as another wave crested on the starboard side, racing towards the craft. The large octagonal shaped command room was nested in the highest deck of the ship, forward leaning windows giving an imposing view of the forward fighting platforms and the restless sea outside. Enormous greyish-blue waves washed over the decks, leaving foaming white froth and little else-but the ship was airtight and state of the art. Captain Wix had little fear of floundering in such a gale. As long as he could maintain the time table, Corporate Command would be happy. But the storm, although expected was slowing them down more than he had considered, forcing Wix to push the engines harder than usual.

Captain Wix judged the distance between his ship and the rapidly approaching wave, estimating that the Onyx would clear the wave without having to turn into it. Turning into every wave was costing them precious time, and time was money. The lives of his crew (and his own) paled in comparison to the potential billions of dollars in protype equipment carried in the Onyx's hold; Operation Deep Water would continue. As a loyal Corporate Commander, Wix would put the Companies interests before his own-or his crews.

An alarm began sounding on a sub-panel. The flashing red icon mixed with the pale green glow of the other instruments, casting splotches of purple across Johann's weathered face. His brow tensed further as he leaned into the panel for a better look.

"Alarms sounding in Hull Compartment B through C!" he shouted to his first mate. "Clive, drift power from the Aft engines as we get across this next wave. That should ease the pressure on..."

An explosion rocked the ship dumping Captain Wix from his Command Chair. Dozens of alarms began blaring and the captain rolled across the deck. Shouting commands before he was even standing, Wix gained his feet and stared in horror out of the front view port. The sea was opening it's frothy mouth, swallowing the ship as the trillion dollar Onyx went bow first into the depths below...
@Aristo@Theodorable@urukhai@Lauder@ArenaSnow Just a mention to let you know that I'm still moving forward with this. A scenario and political bloc info has been added. I should mention I write at a considerably slower pace given my RL commitments. To prevent the inevitable lull in activity I've decided to add world scenarios, updates on what might be happening. This allows me to give some shape to the game and world and keep the action moving. You can decide to be involved with the scenario or even make your own (just discuss it in the OOC first with me and other players). IF anyone has questions about the world or political blocs or anything else ask in the OOC. If you need help with your nation/corporation sheet feel free to shoot me a PM. Thank you all for your interest and if it has waned since the first IC last week, no hard feelings!
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