Creator: VATROU
Title: Gotham City PD
Genre: Detective, Action, Mystery, Horror
Rating: R Could be PG-13 but I'd imagine it'd flow more towards the mature side with all the villains and such.
Player Count: Anywhere from 10 - 20, you could do with much less, not sure how squads will work though
Category: Casual
Setting: Some years after Batman has established himself, I'm running off the idea around the Asylum games universe just three years prior
Plot: Still need to work that out. But you'll play a police officer battling crime, corruption and drugs. Sometimes among yourselves. With Gordon the GM type character. Batman takes the heavy hitters, while you mop up the rest.
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I OVERTHINK THINGS!!
10 yrs ago
A Coke thief stole my last Ice Cold Coca Cola.
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I wonder how many people sit at their desk facepalming in silence at my jokes.
11 yrs ago
On his way to Corvega Assembly plant for a settlement mission, gets distracted by a new settlement site and spends the day building it up. I'll get there I swear!!
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Check out my Fallout Fan Fiction roleplayerguild.com/topics/8..
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Bio
I got into Roleplaying, er more specifically Post by Post Roleplaying around, I think it was four years ago? It feels much longer than that. My good friend whose now far too busy in college introduced me. He wanted by make a Mass Effect RP for his younger brother, or Cousin, something along those line. The games series was far to mature for someone of his age but he felt he could make a family friendly RP. And while that never panned out, I was hooked.
Fast forward to the present day and I'm an avid RP and casual writer. I mainly prefer Fallout RPs, and am working on my own which will take place in the fictional Lore of Alaska. But it's far from ready.
Between my laziness and my workload of various RPs and Videogames I am often rather busy. Yet I always find myself exceptionally bored. So I like contemplating Philosophical Conundrums.
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Chrononaut said
I have the opposite problem, too MUCH free time. Sucks, I need work.Got a post though! MAYBE THAT WILL HEAL THE EMPTINESS IN MY WALLET.
I do too, it's just I'm in too many RPs to keep up with everything. So I go off days on some. I overestimated how much time I could spend on the things; should a few ever die, or I'd rather them finish. I'll be taking note of my limits.
I'll see about getting something up tomorrow or Friday. I've been real busy with RL, and other RPs as well, less post intensive ones. That don't require me sitting for a few hours or more. Anyways I'll do my best to jump into this mess, and bump into a few of you in the process.
NeutralNexus said
Well, lucky for me this is exactly what Pulse needs, a little spice in his life! (And by spice I mean hellfire)
Now that's a one spicy Meatball! Wrote in my best Italian accent.. Keep hitting wrong keys, haha.
Chrononaut said
For Ramsey? He just needs to tear the human sized ones to shreds (head removal works great) (or beat them to unconsciousness, whichever floats his boat). The larger one, the huge ass snake, the BASILISK, that'd be harder. That one's probably smashed/dug its way underground.And I'm sure he could, she's the only demonic looking entity (probably) AWAY from the chaos, sitting on top of a pretty fancy Cathedral.
Seems like taking on that Basilisk will be difficult. Ramsey could really use a hand. Or rather arm. But that's a few more days away before that grows back. I'll see about typing some stuff up tonight after work. But I'll assuredly be busy so no promises on a post.
Dedonus said
Everything in Lost Haven is going to Hell (literally). lol
Chrononaut said
It's the licking flames and casual destruction that let you know it's a family town!
Well good thing Ramsey doesn't care either way. Though how tough do you suppose those Demons are? I might have Ramsey jump in to save the day, we all know Icon is still out for the moment. Someone has to save the day, and Iron Knight is busy flirting. Could even bump into your character Chrono.
Sorry took me long enough. Life has been busy, connected with an old friend over in Canada. Thankfully he still uses Skype. Beat Arkham City, mostly. That game has me addicted. Not helping I know. Anyways, his new safehouse can be near anyone if they want. Or otherwise it'd be just some decent place in a clean neighborhood.
Edit Totally dig the Demon Chrono, She'll have fun I'm assuming.
Edit Totally dig the Demon Chrono, She'll have fun I'm assuming.
Ramsey
In a small room, a man stood a telephone in his hands. The other end picked up shortly after ringing.” Wrong Number pal.” The caller frantically spoke.”Wait it’s me Barron.”
The man on the other end took a second.”Barron? Huh. How long it’s been? Six, seven years? “
“Not important right not! I need a job done..”
“A job? You need a job? Since when have you need help from, what was it? Plebeians Like Me!?”
“Look, 10,000 dollars. Got your attention yet?”
“Maybe? Maybe? That’s a lot of dough, I thought you had plenty of muscle. What happened to your Empire? As I think you called it.”
“Got some fucking Meta came through. He’s something big, like Superman big. Got enough strength to take out Metallurgy. You on the other hand.. Have an edge on him, I’m sure your power can take this fucker out.”
“That right? Well I’ll have to swing by, and crank up the volume on this bounty. I’ll be in town in a week. It’s the fastest I can get there. No faster than that.”
Just then Barron walked down the corridor, his footsteps were heavy, and he looked impatient.
“Need to go now, bastards coming..” The phone call abruptly ended. Leaving the other end with the dial tone….
“You got that safehouse ready, or perhaps you need another beating?” Ramsey said as he entered the room..
Barron motioned with his hands as he backed away a bit. “Yeah.. Got it all set up, just for you. Look you don’t need me anymore.. Right, got a guy preparing your plates now, just need to pick them up in a few days.. And the safehouse is good to go, I’ll just get you the information you need and i’ll..”
Ramsey moved closer..”Now Barron, my man! Come come. I got plans you know.” As his hand patted Barron’s back, something happened that even Barron couldn’t guess. “Unfortunately they don’t involve you.”
Barron before he had any time to react. Ramsey had sunk his hand into Barron’s spine, and shoving him to the ground he placed his foot on him as he ripped it out. Barron screamed a shrill and ear piercing scream. As he died blood spraying everywhere. “Ah.. He got blood all over my clothes. Well looks like there’s going to be something laying around. Might as well change.. After some hours of digging through the corpses, and finding something close enough to what he was wearing.”Color’s off, I guess a light tan shirt isn’t too bad. I’ll buy a new shirt later.”
He looked at the information given, or rather taken from Barron. As he made his way to the car, the rising sun coming above the horizon. “They’re gonna have a mess to clean up soon. Probably save those cops the troubles of cracking down on this place though. Argh, shoulders a little stiff. Guess my arm is coming in nicely. A few more days, maybe.” The door to his car opened, as he turned the key, starting the ignition. It stalled twice. Before it ran. “Humming like a kitten.”
The car drove through the back streets, a security camera caught him once or twice, nothing to be worried about. Not like the guys watching even knew who he was. So long as he didn’t make trouble. He hummed along, as a radio station broadcasted various news into the car, things about police activity, and some attack kept under wraps by the police. And worse Icon’s disappearance from the public view. Not that it mattered, who cares about some gun toting madman at a party, probably all it was. Shadows were looming over Ramsey whether or not he knew it, assassins would be finding him. He who had secrets his former bosses didn’t want exposed. And whatever that giant flame creature was, he’d have to lay low a few days, let his arm grow back.
He drove up to the address of a face maker, the building was in a run down part of town. But surprisingly it was a new building. Probably a few years old. And kept in good condition. The door was a solid red, as he knocked. “What you want?” The voice called out. “Need a Face.” Ramsey replied back.. “Well you ugly enough come on in.”
The man who could be in his forties. Opened the door, and looked at him.”So? What kind of face you need?” Ramsey replied.”I’m told I’d have plates waiting for me, Barron called.”
“Barron? Yeah, got it right here.” He left for a second, before returning. “ Need anything else?”
“Good for now.” As he looked at the plate. He walked back to his car, before he reached it the old man said something. “Got some nasty rumors about some powerful Meta. Heard Icon ran into it. Just fair warning.” He said as the door closed, and bolted. “ Maybe there’s something happening in twon after all?” He said while he drove on through town, and changed plates in a secluded spot. Hopefully the directions to his safehouse were good. As he drove off.
In a small room, a man stood a telephone in his hands. The other end picked up shortly after ringing.” Wrong Number pal.” The caller frantically spoke.”Wait it’s me Barron.”
The man on the other end took a second.”Barron? Huh. How long it’s been? Six, seven years? “
“Not important right not! I need a job done..”
“A job? You need a job? Since when have you need help from, what was it? Plebeians Like Me!?”
“Look, 10,000 dollars. Got your attention yet?”
“Maybe? Maybe? That’s a lot of dough, I thought you had plenty of muscle. What happened to your Empire? As I think you called it.”
“Got some fucking Meta came through. He’s something big, like Superman big. Got enough strength to take out Metallurgy. You on the other hand.. Have an edge on him, I’m sure your power can take this fucker out.”
“That right? Well I’ll have to swing by, and crank up the volume on this bounty. I’ll be in town in a week. It’s the fastest I can get there. No faster than that.”
Just then Barron walked down the corridor, his footsteps were heavy, and he looked impatient.
“Need to go now, bastards coming..” The phone call abruptly ended. Leaving the other end with the dial tone….
“You got that safehouse ready, or perhaps you need another beating?” Ramsey said as he entered the room..
Barron motioned with his hands as he backed away a bit. “Yeah.. Got it all set up, just for you. Look you don’t need me anymore.. Right, got a guy preparing your plates now, just need to pick them up in a few days.. And the safehouse is good to go, I’ll just get you the information you need and i’ll..”
Ramsey moved closer..”Now Barron, my man! Come come. I got plans you know.” As his hand patted Barron’s back, something happened that even Barron couldn’t guess. “Unfortunately they don’t involve you.”
Barron before he had any time to react. Ramsey had sunk his hand into Barron’s spine, and shoving him to the ground he placed his foot on him as he ripped it out. Barron screamed a shrill and ear piercing scream. As he died blood spraying everywhere. “Ah.. He got blood all over my clothes. Well looks like there’s going to be something laying around. Might as well change.. After some hours of digging through the corpses, and finding something close enough to what he was wearing.”Color’s off, I guess a light tan shirt isn’t too bad. I’ll buy a new shirt later.”
He looked at the information given, or rather taken from Barron. As he made his way to the car, the rising sun coming above the horizon. “They’re gonna have a mess to clean up soon. Probably save those cops the troubles of cracking down on this place though. Argh, shoulders a little stiff. Guess my arm is coming in nicely. A few more days, maybe.” The door to his car opened, as he turned the key, starting the ignition. It stalled twice. Before it ran. “Humming like a kitten.”
The car drove through the back streets, a security camera caught him once or twice, nothing to be worried about. Not like the guys watching even knew who he was. So long as he didn’t make trouble. He hummed along, as a radio station broadcasted various news into the car, things about police activity, and some attack kept under wraps by the police. And worse Icon’s disappearance from the public view. Not that it mattered, who cares about some gun toting madman at a party, probably all it was. Shadows were looming over Ramsey whether or not he knew it, assassins would be finding him. He who had secrets his former bosses didn’t want exposed. And whatever that giant flame creature was, he’d have to lay low a few days, let his arm grow back.
He drove up to the address of a face maker, the building was in a run down part of town. But surprisingly it was a new building. Probably a few years old. And kept in good condition. The door was a solid red, as he knocked. “What you want?” The voice called out. “Need a Face.” Ramsey replied back.. “Well you ugly enough come on in.”
The man who could be in his forties. Opened the door, and looked at him.”So? What kind of face you need?” Ramsey replied.”I’m told I’d have plates waiting for me, Barron called.”
“Barron? Yeah, got it right here.” He left for a second, before returning. “ Need anything else?”
“Good for now.” As he looked at the plate. He walked back to his car, before he reached it the old man said something. “Got some nasty rumors about some powerful Meta. Heard Icon ran into it. Just fair warning.” He said as the door closed, and bolted. “ Maybe there’s something happening in twon after all?” He said while he drove on through town, and changed plates in a secluded spot. Hopefully the directions to his safehouse were good. As he drove off.
You know, once i get my post finally together. It might be fun to get all these Walking the line characters in a bar together. Just taking a break not even knowing just who sits next to them, as they eventually leave. It'll be kind of funny, the greatest assassin, a mercenary, and a Hitman Meta, among others just taking a load off.
Sorry guys, I wasn't happy with the post i had written up. And deleted it. Now I need to spend more time writing to make up lost time.
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