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Empty Horizons - A Small Scale Sci-fi RP set 700 years into the future

I think there was a misunderstanding if you're referring to the Chatzy - I was referring to Wikipedia's article on Titan to help Maxim with idea on his Titan-like planet in [Epsilon Eridani?]. By all means, keep Titan, if that's what you meant.

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The Four Towers Research Facility Incident

Something popped into existence down the corridor and clattered noisily to the floor. Stamos whirled around, trying to identify the source. If it was a guard with a gun, he would have to "take care of" it. Something was rolling down the hall, around the T-intersection. To the right, toward the trams. He clomped his way in that direction. A pen. Through the fog of pain, he realized that he was near the entrance to the test subject dorms. They did hate him, but that wasn't really their fault.

He turned around, facing the supply closet.

"Damnit," he failed to say.

He whirled back around and started ramming his shoulder through the first security door. After a few minutes, he'd burst through to the inner door. This one was electrified, to prevent test subjects from breaking out. Probably a bad idea to ram that one in. Although he had managed to stay conscious through a guard's taser. What the hell, he'd give it a shot. He rammed the door, got electrocuted, and passed out. For the moment.

The Four Towers Research Facility Incident

Stamos considered his options. He was stuck in a small corridor, sealed on either end by a blast door. The geneticists had managed to endow him with a superior musculoskeletal system. This was rather painful, however, and the pain made concentration difficult. But! He'd escaped! Thanks to the telescientist teleporting him out of nowhere (or at least, he assumed that's what happened), he had been let out of the reinforced walls of his dormitory cell.

The scientists hadn't seemed to bothered by the amount of pain they inflicted on him, or any other test subject, for that matter. All he'd wanted to do since arriving was escape. Then again, he hadn't exactly chosen to become a test subject, either. One night he'd gone to sleep in his house in Norwood, and the next morning he'd woken up here. The other test subjects had comforted him initially. Eventually, though, they drifted apart as Stamos grew more and more grotesque. Now even the other subjects were afraid of him. He blamed the last modification - they'd screwed with his vocal chords and receptors. Now, whenever he tried to talk, an unintelligible roar escaped his mouth. It even happened if he tried whispering. Some small comfort came to him when he thought of one thing - revenge.

The corridor was solid steel on either side. No doors or windows. A sign said: "To Trams", pointing behind him. Trams were good. Trams meant escape. Somehow he'd ran the wrong way.

"Damnit," he tried to say. A fearsome roar escaped his mouth instead. Stamos still wasn't used to that.

What the hell, might as well see how strong he actually was. He took a running start and slammed his shoulder into the blast door. It shook. It dented. His shoulder throbbed. Finally, the door deformed enough for him to crawl underneath. Frowning, he stared at the meaty claws that were once his hands. Lost for a moment in reverie, his head snapped up when he heard voices.

Ahead was a T-intersection - forward lead to another sign saying "To Trams" (probably, anyway - the last experiment made him a bit nearsighted) and another closed blast door. To the right, where the voices were coming from, was a bubbling goo spill. That's where the voices were coming from. His hearing must have been enhanced, because he heard voices. Two of them were security, and it sounded like there was at least one scientist.

Ah, he thought, time for some more revenge.

"This won't hurt a bit," he tried to quip. He roared instead. Close enough.

His engorged feet pounded on the floor as he began walking, calmly, toward the supply closet.

The Four Towers Research Facility Incident

I was going to wait to do this, but, hey, now's good. Posting.

The Four Towers Research Facility Incident

VerifyinTr1gIDs said
If #2 is the case, I'm quitting. Not only do I despise first-person shooters, but my character, by probability, would be the first to die.

It's just an option. Just because the RP is partially inspired by some first person shooters doesn't make it one.

The Four Towers Research Facility Incident

Let's play it this way: No nanotechnology, and some part of her has to have been human (I don't know, give her a brain), thanks to the limit on no AI in the rules section. Other than that, for every advantage, give her a proportionate disadvantage.

Edit: So, from what I gather, the party has come to three options.
1. Get to the trams, escape level 18's containment, live another day. [Not a terrible idea. I mean, you do have to break containment, but that's probably possible.]
2. Get to the armory/medical facilities for supplies. [Keep in mind that, like any decent linear first-person-shooter, locked doors and other environmental hazards can be circumvented. Of course, to do so, you'll probably have to go two levels up to come back down and then make your way through a mazelike ventilation system while fighting off test subjects.]
3. Find somewhere safe to set up camp and wait for other people to sort out the incident. [You'd probably survive. For a while. If you find a decent place.]

The Four Towers Research Facility Incident

As long as you get to the supply closet by the end of it. Or someone drags you in. Otherwise we'll have a split party from the very beginning of the adventure, and that's no fun.

Empty Horizons - A Small Scale Sci-fi RP set 700 years into the future

Hey, I don't care, I'll just keep minding my own business on Earth. So go ahead!

The Four Towers Research Facility Incident

If nobody else does, I'll drop an NPC in earlier than I was planning to and take care of it. No worries!

The Four Towers Research Facility Incident

Sure - just submit an application. It's only once we've moved beyond the convenient gathering spot of the supply closet that joining will get harder.