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Fields of Blood ~ Anime Samurai RP

I.... ;A; I've fallen so far behind... *completely lost in the story* curse you work, school, dance, etc... sigh...

The Guardian Angel Project

Ive been mega busy. What happened in the rp?

Fields of Blood ~ Anime Samurai RP

same with gareth. Siding with demons. Whoop whoop

The Protomen

whoopwhoop~

God/Goddess Pre Apocalyptic/War RP

*throws myself through the window*
IM INTERESTED *throwing my interest at you all*

The Protomen: A Megaman Rock Opera

A Megaman/The Protomen based RP

The Story:

Lyrics

Narrator: No one was left who could remember how it had happened,
how the world had fallen under darkness.
At least no one who would do anything.
No one who would oppose the robots.
No one who would challenge their power,
or so Dr. Wily believed...

There is a skyline in the distance. A brilliant and bright city with building after building crowded into a dense and industrious center. The city is closer now. Rushing past the buildings to the base of one crumbling high-rise. The first story passes by. The second now, and with more speed. There is a blur of windows and brick. Eighteen... Nineteen...

Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city, Dr. Light lived in a run-down tenement.
An eccentric and brilliant man.
Light was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.
Ideas forbidden in Wily's society.
The society for which he worked.
The society in which he lived.
The society that he would set free.
And so Light worked, far into the night, when the watchful eyes of Wily's robots weren't upon him.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a device to bring about a change, to create a machine to bring freedom, to create a man to save the world.
Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Protoman was born.
A perfect man, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom, built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil robots. Ready, willing, prepared to fight.

The streets, the arteries of this metropolis, run with bodies. Crowding together, they flow out of the city, toward a superstructure east of town. A factory. A fortress. Glancing at it the facade resembles the face of a skeleton. Smoke pours from the stacks high above the outer wall. The gates are open. A figure stands in the light before the entrance. Perfectly still, he waits. The crash of metal destroys the silence. One by one the Robots step forward, step into the light.

Cutman
Gutsman
Elecman
Bombman
Fireman
Iceman
Proto

Fireman: Attack!

The violence is surreal. Metal against metal, the sound is deafening. For most, the reaction is automatic. Hands cover ears. Mothers reach to cover eyes of terrified children. The blows are quick and precise. This is Protoman. Dealing death without remorse, without hesitation, and still, the fight is unbalanced. One against so many. Protoman fights without fear of defeat, although it is inevitable. The men keep their distance, straining to see every crushing blow through the smoke that has surrounded the ongoing battle. The din stops abruptly. Unsettlingly.

Narrator: And as the smoke cleared!
Wily rose above the countless robots remaining. Protoman was wounded, low on energy, struggling to remain standing as Wily ordered the final attack.
The death of Protoman.

The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed.
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from their collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the dead
We are the dead

Protoman, the First of the Light Brigade, created by Dr. Light to combat the Dystopian city in which they reside, has perished before the eyes of all that stood for liberating it. Now the Light Brigade must regroup, Dr. Light must create more robots to combat the evil of Dr. Wily, before the human population of the city is laid in crumbles. We shall hide. We shall fight. And one day, We shall be heroes.

Rules

1. No Godmodding.
2. No all powerful bullshit.
3. This rp is partially based on a Rock Opera with The Protomen. You better have a damn song every once in a while to express your feelings. One you have picked an artist I prefer you stick with them for their singing choice, though it is not required.
4. To prove you read the rules please put "I am a Hero" Somewhere in your CS
5. A lot of themes in the megaman universe have been taken. Try being a little more creative than 'fireman' and 'iceman'
6. Every once in a while I will push the story forward with a song by the Protomen. You CANNOT CHANGE THESE EVENTS. You can react to them, you can fight back, but you cannot, I repeat CANNOT CHANGE THESE EVENTS.
7. Have Fun :D

This Rp is based off of both Megaman and its fanband The Protomen, which contains heavy dark themes. That being said, This will be counted as a rock opera. If your Character needs to sing out an emotion, by all means go ahead, I encourage it!

OOC

The Protomen: A Megaman Rock Opera

A Megaman/The Protomen based RP

The Story:

Lyrics

Narrator: No one was left who could remember how it had happened,
how the world had fallen under darkness.
At least no one who would do anything.
No one who would oppose the robots.
No one who would challenge their power,
or so Dr. Wily believed...

There is a skyline in the distance. A brilliant and bright city with building after building crowded into a dense and industrious center. The city is closer now. Rushing past the buildings to the base of one crumbling high-rise. The first story passes by. The second now, and with more speed. There is a blur of windows and brick. Eighteen... Nineteen...

Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city, Dr. Light lived in a run-down tenement.
An eccentric and brilliant man.
Light was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.
Ideas forbidden in Wily's society.
The society for which he worked.
The society in which he lived.
The society that he would set free.
And so Light worked, far into the night, when the watchful eyes of Wily's robots weren't upon him.
He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a device to bring about a change, to create a machine to bring freedom, to create a man to save the world.
Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the year 200X, Protoman was born.
A perfect man, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on destroying every evil standing between man and freedom, built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil robots. Ready, willing, prepared to fight.

The streets, the arteries of this metropolis, run with bodies. Crowding together, they flow out of the city, toward a superstructure east of town. A factory. A fortress. Glancing at it the facade resembles the face of a skeleton. Smoke pours from the stacks high above the outer wall. The gates are open. A figure stands in the light before the entrance. Perfectly still, he waits. The crash of metal destroys the silence. One by one the Robots step forward, step into the light.

Cutman
Gutsman
Elecman
Bombman
Fireman
Iceman
Proto

Fireman: Attack!

The violence is surreal. Metal against metal, the sound is deafening. For most, the reaction is automatic. Hands cover ears. Mothers reach to cover eyes of terrified children. The blows are quick and precise. This is Protoman. Dealing death without remorse, without hesitation, and still, the fight is unbalanced. One against so many. Protoman fights without fear of defeat, although it is inevitable. The men keep their distance, straining to see every crushing blow through the smoke that has surrounded the ongoing battle. The din stops abruptly. Unsettlingly.

Narrator: And as the smoke cleared!
Wily rose above the countless robots remaining. Protoman was wounded, low on energy, struggling to remain standing as Wily ordered the final attack.
The death of Protoman.

The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to watch their hopes destroyed.
They watched them beat him, they watched them break him, they watched his last defense deployed.
There was not a man among them who would let himself be heard.
But from the crowd, from their collective fear, arose these broken words:
We are the dead
We are the dead

Protoman, the First of the Light Brigade, created by Dr. Light to combat the Dystopian city in which they reside, has perished before the eyes of all that stood for liberating it. Now the Light Brigade must regroup, Dr. Light must create more robots to combat the evil of Dr. Wily, before the human population of the city is laid in crumbles. We shall hide. We shall fight. And one day, We shall be heroes.

Rules

1. No Godmodding.
2. No all powerful bullshit.
3. This rp is partially based on a Rock Opera with The Protomen. You better have a damn song every once in a while to express your feelings. One you have picked an artist I prefer you stick with them for their singing choice, though it is not required.
4. To prove you read the rules please put "I am a Hero" Somewhere in your CS
5. A lot of themes in the megaman universe have been taken. Try being a little more creative than 'fireman' and 'iceman'
6. Every once in a while I will push the story forward with a song by the Protomen. You CANNOT CHANGE THESE EVENTS. You can react to them, you can fight back, but you cannot, I repeat CANNOT CHANGE THESE EVENTS.
7. Have Fun :D

This Rp is based off of both Megaman and its fanband The Protomen, which contains heavy dark themes. That being said, This will be counted as a rock opera. If your Character needs to sing out an emotion, by all means go ahead, I encourage it!

OOC

The Protomen

You're not actually singing, just using songs from yt to express emotion from time to time. It's based on Protomen, a rock opera group focused on the story of Megaman. Just one every now and again but every single post having one would be overkill.

The Protomen

I did, it was just you and two others... I'm excited for it too. *sigh* I just need more people.

Fields of Blood ~ Anime Samurai RP

fffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF now i have to catch up on the reading