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Introduction
"O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!"
You must refuse to succumb.
Our world has been invaded by it's own creator. Humans being an unexpected, yet accepted addition to the world itself, falling as unwilling slaves to these creatures, as they colonize the planet and fix their own, while constructing their own human bodies for themselves, taking on the identity of a human being, only faster, stronger, and just better all around. They made Earth for themselves many years ago, but seeing only a failure, they abandoned it to itself, leaving behind them no trace.
You are either one of the few remaining "wild" humans, or one of these who have been captured. A decade has weathered your life since the invasion, yet you still have a fire that can burn your path to freedom. Your owner thinks they can control you completely, and knows all about you; the ever-glowing intelligence, the overload of emotions and the ways to control you. But what they don't know is that you are capable of much more than they expect.
Every day is a gamble on your brain's chemistry, and each step you take could bear a consequence that could cost you freedom, love, or even life. It's up to you to make those decisions.
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Human or alien. Whatever your decision, the choices you make will impact the story and further push the story to unexpected means. You have an entire dimension in your hands, and it's up to you how to make it come to life.
Humans pull their own. Whether in this decade you've decided to look out for number one, or have remained the brightest star and is still able to show the most benevolence is based all upon the choices fate made for you. But before you can step into this unpredictable reality, you must pick a major path to become part of it.
Humans can live on their own, somehow able to avoid or outrun Catchers, Trackers, and Poachers, somehow living off their own skills and thievery, and living as a stray. This life is usually led in a solitary manner, but rumors of resistors living together in groups of dozens have been floating around the air. Of course, there is another way of living that most people are not to keen about. It's the driving force behind those who are still able to outrun the aliens; the victims. The workers.
To the aliens, you're basically another beast of burden they can use to their advantage. You're sold from your family like livestock, and treated no better. Depending on you, and your owner's social status and occupation, the outcome can be distributed in a variety of ways;
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Aliens are the villains. But like humans, they are a civilization, using any means to survive everyday life. You're used to a planet full of brilliantly colored nights, six legged mammoth predators, birds of a vicious nature, eight-legged bears with flat tails, long ice-cutter claws and an ill humor. But now that you've adopted the lifestyle, architecture and appearance of a human being, along with the option of owning them, all that seems to be put on hold. Yet you still have to make a living. But in that department, the choice is yours. Who will you be?
You must refuse to succumb.
Our world has been invaded by it's own creator. Humans being an unexpected, yet accepted addition to the world itself, falling as unwilling slaves to these creatures, as they colonize the planet and fix their own, while constructing their own human bodies for themselves, taking on the identity of a human being, only faster, stronger, and just better all around. They made Earth for themselves many years ago, but seeing only a failure, they abandoned it to itself, leaving behind them no trace.
You are either one of the few remaining "wild" humans, or one of these who have been captured. A decade has weathered your life since the invasion, yet you still have a fire that can burn your path to freedom. Your owner thinks they can control you completely, and knows all about you; the ever-glowing intelligence, the overload of emotions and the ways to control you. But what they don't know is that you are capable of much more than they expect.
Every day is a gamble on your brain's chemistry, and each step you take could bear a consequence that could cost you freedom, love, or even life. It's up to you to make those decisions.
---
Human or alien. Whatever your decision, the choices you make will impact the story and further push the story to unexpected means. You have an entire dimension in your hands, and it's up to you how to make it come to life.
Humans pull their own. Whether in this decade you've decided to look out for number one, or have remained the brightest star and is still able to show the most benevolence is based all upon the choices fate made for you. But before you can step into this unpredictable reality, you must pick a major path to become part of it.
Humans can live on their own, somehow able to avoid or outrun Catchers, Trackers, and Poachers, somehow living off their own skills and thievery, and living as a stray. This life is usually led in a solitary manner, but rumors of resistors living together in groups of dozens have been floating around the air. Of course, there is another way of living that most people are not to keen about. It's the driving force behind those who are still able to outrun the aliens; the victims. The workers.
To the aliens, you're basically another beast of burden they can use to their advantage. You're sold from your family like livestock, and treated no better. Depending on you, and your owner's social status and occupation, the outcome can be distributed in a variety of ways;
- Theaters are used in entertainment. They dance. They sing. They act. They balance. They can do anything in their field, or everything demanded of them. They usually are owned all their lives, and work to bring money to their owners.
- Fighters battle constantly, against uneven odds, and without much support from those who stick them in the arena. It's a practice that can be compared to modern-day dog-fighting, and they can face a cornucopia of opponents. They have been trained to battle, but knowing you're fighting while someone bets on your life is not exactly a strength.
- Experiments spend their days drugged and in pain. They're usually famished, sickly, and beaten aside. But their main purpose is to test the results of medicines and chemicals to be used in the everyday life of others. They're lab rats.
- Security spies, and protects. They can guard anything, from warehouses to Subwalks. They are trained to look out for criminals and strays, and can easily and mercilessly kick yo booty. Though they can roam freely amongst the property, they are unable to cross any perimeters set up by their owners because of a tracking chip implanted in them. Punishment for crossing these borders is brutal.
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Aliens are the villains. But like humans, they are a civilization, using any means to survive everyday life. You're used to a planet full of brilliantly colored nights, six legged mammoth predators, birds of a vicious nature, eight-legged bears with flat tails, long ice-cutter claws and an ill humor. But now that you've adopted the lifestyle, architecture and appearance of a human being, along with the option of owning them, all that seems to be put on hold. Yet you still have to make a living. But in that department, the choice is yours. Who will you be?
- To Entertainers, the way to get their green is through the media. Usually owning a single human, they use the person's skills and adaptations to their own advantages, and become brilliantly wealthy.
- Debtors own their own fighting pits, dozens of humans, and, like Entertainers, are vibrantly well-to-do. Depending on the skill of their fighters, and the amount of people who bet against them, the status of their business is determined. Betters come from everywhere, hoping to make a dollar off the loss of a human's life, and those who don't choose the right ones surrenders their money to the Debtors, a heavy profit in it for them.
- Scientists are incredibly well-learned into the functions of a human's mind and anatomy. They experiment and create all sorts of new ways to control, warp, and subdue them by testing on one personally.
- Poachers are criminals and a figure you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alleyway under the moon's light. Working in groups, they follow an illegal practice of slaughtering and harvesting a human's vital organs.
- Catchers and Trackers speak for themselves. They track down stray humans and capture them to be sold to the demanding public. They have an arsenal of stun-guns, which blasts a vibration in the air formed by a sound that just barely penetrates the sound barrier, and sends an unlucky person hurtling in the force of the blast, leaving them dazed and shocked for a matter of seconds, or even knocks them unconscious; long, electrified volt-poles, which have an area on the end that wraps around one's neck and sends a burst of painfully shocking electricity into the being, not enough to kill, but certainly enough to stun; rifles, to be used in dire situations that call for the "euthanization" of an unstable persons; and an injection of clear liquid which can render a person unconscious in a matter of eleven and a seventh seconds.
Rules
- Long-haired freaky people need not apply. >8{
- Ha, how would I know the length of your hair? And even then, would I care? Au contraire, mon frere. So come on in and resort to our lair. ;)
- So if you get an extreme craving for bagels, then I'm not stopping you. Yet, if your household does not contain said bagels, the I don't want you whipping out the grumpy face on this roleplay. YOU WILL ALL SMILE.
- Nobody likes skeletons! They're dull, and take forever, and they kill nearly thirteen people a day. That's why all I'm asking you to write is a brief, 3-4 sentenced paragraph explaining what you think we should know about your character(s). This can include appearance.
- If you feel the need to be a perv, there are many places you can satisfy that need, as the internet is a wonderland of such sweeties. But this, mein freunde, is not one of those places.
- If you'd like me to create a character for you to interact with, I will gladly do so. Just don't be reluctant to send a request my way! 8D
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OOC Notes
"Leave the west behind, boys."
Jordan's legs stretched out across the road's cracks, she chewed casually on a thick lock of her hair. Boredom seldom overcame her mind, but in this moment, the dullness of the day had completely swallowed her mentality. She stared straight ahead, down the abandoned concrete jungle, the emptiness of such a road, with nothing but forest surrounding it. Heat waves danced at the end of the road and distorted the atmosphere's picture. In the time of chimpanzees, this woman would be a monkey.
Only when her mind had come to, several minutes later, she realized that the day was still quite young. It seemed not even to be the afternoon yet, and there was nothing around to cause her any trouble. So it was only right to go and get herself a bite to eat. After all, she knew where to get easy money, and how to act like one of the creatures themselves.
Jordan's legs stretched out across the road's cracks, she chewed casually on a thick lock of her hair. Boredom seldom overcame her mind, but in this moment, the dullness of the day had completely swallowed her mentality. She stared straight ahead, down the abandoned concrete jungle, the emptiness of such a road, with nothing but forest surrounding it. Heat waves danced at the end of the road and distorted the atmosphere's picture. In the time of chimpanzees, this woman would be a monkey.
Only when her mind had come to, several minutes later, she realized that the day was still quite young. It seemed not even to be the afternoon yet, and there was nothing around to cause her any trouble. So it was only right to go and get herself a bite to eat. After all, she knew where to get easy money, and how to act like one of the creatures themselves.
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The bright light blinded Elizabeth as she stepped into the ring once again. Two agaisnt one. Odds weren't in her favor. Her masters taunteing cheers didn't help her either. They were two bulking men, easily out-wieghing her. Remember your training. Forget who you are. Bandages wrapped around her knuckles to protect them. One. Two. Buckle My Shoe Three. Four. Shut the door. Five. Six. Pick up the sticks. Seven. Eight. Lay them straight. Nine. Ten. A big fat hen. Her hair was falling in front of her face. It was all over. There limp bodies layed in front of her. Blood ran down her face.
She sat in the back of her 'room' once again. her head agaisnt the wall. Her master should be coming soon...
She sat in the back of her 'room' once again. her head agaisnt the wall. Her master should be coming soon...
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Shiri's eyes opened to the bright light that suddenly blasted her face. Caren, the handmaid assigned to the slaves, threw open the curtains.
"Time to rise." Caren said as she sat on the edge of the bed next to Shiri. "Did you dream again?"
"Aye. How did you know?" Shiri's eyes were slightly glazed and a bit saddened.
"You always get that look in your eyes." Caren looked her over, brushed Shiri's dark hair back. The elderly woman looked more and more worn down every day. Shiri wasn't sure how much longer Caren would last living like this. "Come on. Lot's to do today. Big performance tonight, and he's on a rampage already."
Caren patted Shiri's leg and left the room without another word. She laid there for only a moment longer her mind drifting over what the day would be like. She hated days like these. She closed her eyes tightly as if she were trying to wake up from a nightmare and when she opened them resigned to her present situation. Slipping out of bed, she could hear the water already running for her bath. Getting in, she had a quick thought to see if she could try to drown herself.
"Time to rise." Caren said as she sat on the edge of the bed next to Shiri. "Did you dream again?"
"Aye. How did you know?" Shiri's eyes were slightly glazed and a bit saddened.
"You always get that look in your eyes." Caren looked her over, brushed Shiri's dark hair back. The elderly woman looked more and more worn down every day. Shiri wasn't sure how much longer Caren would last living like this. "Come on. Lot's to do today. Big performance tonight, and he's on a rampage already."
Caren patted Shiri's leg and left the room without another word. She laid there for only a moment longer her mind drifting over what the day would be like. She hated days like these. She closed her eyes tightly as if she were trying to wake up from a nightmare and when she opened them resigned to her present situation. Slipping out of bed, she could hear the water already running for her bath. Getting in, she had a quick thought to see if she could try to drown herself.
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She slowly peeled off her bandages, exposing her already raw knuckles. How long was he going to make her train today? Who knows? She cracked them and stood up again, making the simple warm up moves. A few punches in the air. A dodge. A kick. A few more punches. This went on until her muscles felt warm and limber again. She brushed her hair back away from her eyes with her hand.
what was going to happen next?
what was going to happen next?
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Oh I am so joining. Creating a Fighter. >8) My evil mind is so very tempted. A girl fighter! Huzzah! :D
[OOC] Experimental
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IT's the place where you come back to reality and put on your serious faces.
Unless of course, you're a panda bear. Then no one can look at you without flashing a big ol' grin.
PANDA BEARTHZ.
IT's the place where you come back to reality and put on your serious faces.
Unless of course, you're a panda bear. Then no one can look at you without flashing a big ol' grin.
PANDA BEARTHZ.
