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Yeah, so, when we awaken, is there any other "people" in the ship, or we are all lost in the darkness?
Wait, what about my character? Where will he start off?
Eww you're such a dishonorable person ;(
INDEED, but really, Terheridon should be condemned.
GAWD DAMN THE WAR IS ON
Kutuk slowly overlooked from his balcony, the booming city of Cheahattro. It was a couple of days since the barbaric Terheridon's invasion of Bennipolis, and things weren't going too good. All armies were to be mobilised to protect their ally in need. He desperately called for the international community to condemn the attacker.
"People of Cheahattro!" he boomed, standing up. "Our ally, Bennipolis, stood strong and just, while Terheridon greedily ate away and armed themselves, to attempt to invade Bennipolis for no justifiable reason." He showed towards the entrance as a little, exhausted, barely alive girl stepped up on the stage. "Her name is Amelia, she is Bennipolitan and lived alongside the Terheridon border. She had to endure pain, witness the death of her mother, father, her brothers! Ssh, don't cry. You're a heroine to us today. You have walked through places we have never walked through, you have shown us the savageness of Terheridon." Guards gently led her over to her room. The crowd applauded the Kamm, soldiers roared, youths stormed the recruitment office, and Kamm humbly walked away.
As he walked inside his room, he found a man clothed in dark robes sitting atop his balcony. "I am glad you have come." He sat down on his bed, and spoke up; "I want to buy your services. Assassinate all prominent generals and influential figures as well as King Dearheart. Sabotage all things that could be sabotaged, and you will have a good reward." The dark man nodded, and jumped on the neighboring rooftops, running off stealthily.
Admiral Efendi stepped on the dock, to find himself staring at a privateer. He hated those men, but his opinions mattered not, he would be unceremoniously kicked out if he dared lift a hand against those bastards. He grimly threw a bag of coins at the man, and nodded. They did everything with style, knew all the things they needed to know. Do not attack Bennipolitan nor Kamalao ships, but always attack and raid the Terheridon's ships and allies. Efendi sighed, and emerged back into his ship's cabin.
TL;DR
-Kamalao Republi is urging the international community to condemn the attacker.
-The whole military and navy is mobilised
-A declaration of war is issued to Terheridon, either give up and pay reparations and disarm or face the fury of Kamalao.
"People of Cheahattro!" he boomed, standing up. "Our ally, Bennipolis, stood strong and just, while Terheridon greedily ate away and armed themselves, to attempt to invade Bennipolis for no justifiable reason." He showed towards the entrance as a little, exhausted, barely alive girl stepped up on the stage. "Her name is Amelia, she is Bennipolitan and lived alongside the Terheridon border. She had to endure pain, witness the death of her mother, father, her brothers! Ssh, don't cry. You're a heroine to us today. You have walked through places we have never walked through, you have shown us the savageness of Terheridon." Guards gently led her over to her room. The crowd applauded the Kamm, soldiers roared, youths stormed the recruitment office, and Kamm humbly walked away.
As he walked inside his room, he found a man clothed in dark robes sitting atop his balcony. "I am glad you have come." He sat down on his bed, and spoke up; "I want to buy your services. Assassinate all prominent generals and influential figures as well as King Dearheart. Sabotage all things that could be sabotaged, and you will have a good reward." The dark man nodded, and jumped on the neighboring rooftops, running off stealthily.
Admiral Efendi stepped on the dock, to find himself staring at a privateer. He hated those men, but his opinions mattered not, he would be unceremoniously kicked out if he dared lift a hand against those bastards. He grimly threw a bag of coins at the man, and nodded. They did everything with style, knew all the things they needed to know. Do not attack Bennipolitan nor Kamalao ships, but always attack and raid the Terheridon's ships and allies. Efendi sighed, and emerged back into his ship's cabin.
TL;DR
-Kamalao Republi is urging the international community to condemn the attacker.
-The whole military and navy is mobilised
-A declaration of war is issued to Terheridon, either give up and pay reparations and disarm or face the fury of Kamalao.
Yes, I'm quite scary with my bursts of excitement sometimes.
The man lie low in his room. His notebook was torn apart by it's own creator. It withered away because it's own god destroyed it with his overwhelming and terrifying creativity. The man dug up dirt from his nails, and flicked them off to the corner of the room. A strange creature buzzed around and bumped into the lightbulb. Light flickered like fire, danced like snakes. The what seemed to be a mechanic fly fell down, and it's noises died off.
The mind crippling work poured into the lifeform which was no bigger than a candy died off as quick as it was given birth. The giant, huddled before the strange machine with it's lights flickering from blue to orange, stroked his shabby, brown hair. Beep. He felt a little uncomfortable, edged a little closer. A small glance at his pinky made him turn back in an instant. "An accident?" He spoke to himself, but adressed to the machine recording him. "No, haha. This is the jokes of my fellows over there back at security division. Especially that brute, Maxim." He spoke in a funny eastern european accent, his swollen, tired eyes pacing around the room. "They didn't throw this mess on the floor on accident, that is because they mock me."
"But I refused to clean it, said they should help me out instead of playing this stupid game, and in response.." he needed not to explain the aftermath, just looked at his bandaged finger. A ragged sigh scattered across the dimly lit room. He stared at a strange contraption of sorts that he kept innovating. He started creating the strange thing some time ago, mostly out of boredoom. The only thing he was conversing with was this stupid, recording machine. And he needed a friend, oh how he wanted someone to help him out. His whole life was working, sleeping, eating, and being picked on. He slowly felt the meaning of life fade away from him. It was slowly turning him paranoid, depressed. But he found his hyperactivity when it came to making the strange contraption. He felt he was making a friend. The rational thoughts left him after he finished working, all he would do is create and create and create. It was his small world he loved with all his heart. And for as he felt like a king, he began to question the reality.
He began thinking.
The man lie low in his room. His notebook was torn apart by it's own creator. It withered away because it's own god destroyed it with his overwhelming and terrifying creativity. The man dug up dirt from his nails, and flicked them off to the corner of the room. A strange creature buzzed around and bumped into the lightbulb. Light flickered like fire, danced like snakes. The what seemed to be a mechanic fly fell down, and it's noises died off.
The mind crippling work poured into the lifeform which was no bigger than a candy died off as quick as it was given birth. The giant, huddled before the strange machine with it's lights flickering from blue to orange, stroked his shabby, brown hair. Beep. He felt a little uncomfortable, edged a little closer. A small glance at his pinky made him turn back in an instant. "An accident?" He spoke to himself, but adressed to the machine recording him. "No, haha. This is the jokes of my fellows over there back at security division. Especially that brute, Maxim." He spoke in a funny eastern european accent, his swollen, tired eyes pacing around the room. "They didn't throw this mess on the floor on accident, that is because they mock me."
"But I refused to clean it, said they should help me out instead of playing this stupid game, and in response.." he needed not to explain the aftermath, just looked at his bandaged finger. A ragged sigh scattered across the dimly lit room. He stared at a strange contraption of sorts that he kept innovating. He started creating the strange thing some time ago, mostly out of boredoom. The only thing he was conversing with was this stupid, recording machine. And he needed a friend, oh how he wanted someone to help him out. His whole life was working, sleeping, eating, and being picked on. He slowly felt the meaning of life fade away from him. It was slowly turning him paranoid, depressed. But he found his hyperactivity when it came to making the strange contraption. He felt he was making a friend. The rational thoughts left him after he finished working, all he would do is create and create and create. It was his small world he loved with all his heart. And for as he felt like a king, he began to question the reality.
He began thinking.
LET'S GET THIS GOING!
I would like to play a male survivor with some basic technician skills, strange life philosophy, and a slightly questionable sanity. Generally he would be very easy to frighten, handy at some times, and yet very much could fight if he wanted to. He's not the sharpest of all, being void of any social skills, can easily crumble under pressure, but will strive to survive, even when there is no chance in doing that. He's stubborn at all times and it's really either good or bad, whatever the situation is. Having a difficult childhood with a bitter taste of rejection, he has never seen his father. To go through the traumatic process of poverty, he de-railed from the right path and began to steal, but became unsuccessful at it and shortly after gave up on that.
Oh man this is so turning out great.
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