Synth Crisis

Synth Crisis

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Imagine a world where we came close to perfecting the human, only to have it turned on its head.

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Introduction

Introduction

Synth Crisis takes place in a dystopian, cyperbunk setting. This means it will have a dark atmosphere and heavy sci-fi elements. If you are unsure as to how this setting works there are a many established fictional universes you can look up. Some examples include Deus Ex, Blade Runner, Cyberpunk 2020, or Ghost in the Shell. More information on the setting here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyberpunk

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Background

In several decades from now, humanity was able to achieve many great technological advancements. We developed crude androids, limited AI, energy based weapons, hover cars, and several other achievements. Perhaps our greatest achievement was the ability to graft cybernetics onto the human body. This has its obvious medical and weapon uses, but also recreational uses. Humanity became so invested into this technology, an average man could have something as complex as Kevlar-weaved skin, or as simple as glowing tattoos. Then one day, things changed.

No one is quite sure what happened. Some chalk it up to a terrorist attack, some suggest that it was a major oversight, and others claim it was God cursing humanity for its hubris. On one fateful day, our cybernetics went faulty and consumed the minds of their bodies. Anyone whose body contained roughly thirty percent cyber-wear went crazy. Almost all of the Earth's population was thrown into a fury and drove back those that were still sane into highly fortified mega cities. The only thing keeping out the cyborgs now are the militias, the old police forces and those who were trained to deal with this kind of threat.

The military police are effective at eliminating threats, but that does not mean the mega cities safe. Conditions are not very good for your every day citizen so the city suffers from internal friction and an underground criminal element. Despite being outlawed, city-goers can still get their hands on cybernetics through the black market and "street doctors." The body craves more additions but, of course, the mind anyone who receives too many implants slowly degrades over time. The police have to contend with cyborgs, new and old, as well as the seedy underbelly of their stronghold.

The Story

You, the player, live in Toronto, Canada five years after the Synth Crisis event. A character can take on one of three paths:

  • The Police - Cops in this world spend a lot of time on patrols. Some are assigned to look into criminal activity, others are around to keep an eye out for cyborgs. Since cyborgs pose a serious threat, cops have access to a huge stockpile of arms. Sawed-off shotguns, plasma rifles, repeating laser blasters, grenades, anti-material rifles, anything an officer could want. Every policeman is armed with a pistol chambered for .233 rifle rounds. Take no chances, right?
  • Cyborgs - Go crazy, literally. While some have shown more tolerance to their condition than others, all cyborgs have proven to be sociopaths, giving little regard for human life. Their equipment is their body. What kind of equipment do they have? Whatever you want. Wolverine claws? Sure. Steel plates under your skin? Why not. Cloaking systems? Go for it. Your motivations are your own, but we all want the cool toys, right?
  • Civilian - This is basically an "anyone else" category. This is not, however, the "boring" category. The mega city faces a lot of internal strife along side the constant threat of a cyborg attack. You could be a journalist, chasing leads in the slums. A cybernetics dealer, hooking up kids and junkies with chainsaw arms. A doctor, looking for a cure for the cyber madness. Or a hooker, because why not?

Notes

If you choose to be a cop or a civilian, you can still have cybernetics, just a restricted amount. If I feel you have too much, I'll let you know and we can work out a compromise.

I am very open and receptive to feedback. If at any point, you feel wronged, have a question, or just want to work something out, chat with me and I'll try to respond accordingly.

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  1. No godmodding.
  2. No randomly killing other players without their permission.
  3. Killing of NPCs is permitted.
  4. Swearing and sex is allowed. If the sex becomes too graphic, take it to a private chat.
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Character Portrait: Annelise Gulbrandsen Character Portrait: The Doctor

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The rain wasn’t letting up but at least the glowing glare of fire was finally calming down. It still had much of the street lit up and occasional would send sparks of light filling the alleyways. She had combed most of the depot for any other signs of cyborg activity but came up empty. What they wanted was in the warehouse and there was nothing out here that seemed to be of any importance. Leaning up against the wall she heard the shuffling of feet on the other side which was odd because Slade was in the streets and Colton wasn’t on this side last she checked. Which only could lead to one thing, she opened the door to that side of the warehouse and was immediately greeted with another cyborg but there was something different about this one. She wasn’t in a complete blood lust, which meant that she had to be in complete control of her actions despite the cybernetics.

“Hands. Step into the light. Slowly.” There was hardly any light in the room so she couldn’t make out what she looked like. As the women turned to her, Anna realized just how screwed she could be.As the women stepped into the light she learned two things. One,she had a bomb, not strapped to her but she held the detonator tight, thumb just above the button and Two, it was The Doctor. It had already been a long night and everything was pointing to it being even longer.


(OOC This is CaptainSchizo, this is my other account for when I forget my password.)

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Character Portrait: Annelise Gulbrandsen Character Portrait: The Doctor

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Being spotted was just what the Doctor wanted. When ordered to reveal herself, she did just so- keeping herself cautious and her motions steady. Though the Doctor was in a weak state physical she did not let one finger of her dominate hand stray from the detonator. Earlier, Verena crashed against her face causing her shades to partly shatter on her face, glass plunged into her right eye. The smell of burning metal wore on her presence the way a bride wore white on a wedding ceremony.

The Doctor tilted her head at the female officer expressed with a twisted toothless smile. Shaking her head at the cop as if the policewoman were a fool child, Verena spoke emotionless in an eerie and lifeless manner as if she was a ghost of a girl who died in the hellish rain, "Is that any way to greet a doctor? I assume no one taught you manners. Perhaps you weren't listening."

The Doctor stepping forward, closer to the woman, limping while she did so however waving the detonator declaring that she had the upper-hand. Watching her enemy very closely she ordered, "You better listen now, because you wouldn't want to make my day any worse. So, turn off your radio."

Nothing happened at first, thus the Doctor ordered again but sounding much more vicious and with emotion, "I said, turn off your radio. Officer, I will leave you to a damn crisp if you do not cooperate."

The cop had no choice but to obey, unless she desired to not only take her own life but the life of her other fellow cops in the building. Therefore as soon as the radio went off Verena continued, "Look, you have really one option. Either you arrest me, tell no one I gave in willingly to arrest or my finger slips on this here red button. And red buttons are usually bad news. I am not planning anything, all I want to do is get away from this piss-hole. I have a better chance in prison then I do on the streets... after what happened. But promise me officer, tell no one I gave in willingly. Besides, it will sound better on your part, like as if you took down the Doctor heroically. Do this I will surrender the bomb and of course its detonator. Break your word and I will come back to break you, what do say, officer?"

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Character Portrait: Annelise Gulbrandsen Character Portrait: The Doctor

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The Doctor raised her voice slightly and Anna had no choice but turn off her radio. She was in no position to spew out orders, she may be fast at the trigger but not fast enough to stop her from pressing the button, even if she did have a perfect shot.

"Look, you have really one option. Either you arrest me, tell no one I gave in willingly to arrest or my finger slips on this here red button. And red buttons are usually bad news. I am not planning anything, all I want to do is get away from this piss-hole. I have a better chance in prison then I do on the streets... after what happened. But promise me officer, tell no one I gave in willingly. Besides, it will sound better on your part, like as if you took down the Doctor heroically. Do this I will surrender the bomb and of course its detonator. Break your word and I will come back to break you, what do say, officer?"

Anna couldn’t help but smirk at the request, she was never good at keeping her composure. “If all you want to do is leave, why didn’t you just run when the explosion happened?” Adjusting her grip on her gun she took into account the wounds that the women had. She clearly was hit with the blast which either meant it was her bomb that went off early, or she didn’t expect it, meaning there was something else going on behind the scenes. “With all the mayhem going on out there, it would have been easy to slip away unnoticed.”

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Character Portrait: Annelise Gulbrandsen Character Portrait: The Doctor

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“If all you want to do is leave, why didn't you just run when the explosion happened?” the officer asked Verena with a smirk.

But the problem was the Doctor couldn't just slip away, for many reasons.The rain turning from water to fire she was afraid that she would be meet an unfriendly encounter with the flames. And even if the fire was not directly on top of her, if fire is falling from any sky it is best to stay indoors, even if indoors is a cop-infested-warehouse. In other words, she had a better chance with the cops being the one determined to trigger yet another explosion if not given what she wanted. There was also the problem with leaving physically by herself and revisiting her motorcycle a couple miles away. Verena was no in the best of healthy, for goodness's sake she could only see out of one eye with a heavy light-headed feeling. The Doctor desired to see no inside of a prison cell or an interrogation room, but in a situation like such, it may be the best and craziest decision. Besides, who doesn't like a bit of adventure?

“With all the mayhem going on out there, it would have been easy to slip away unnoticed.”

"After the explosion I hit, the only 'slipping' I would do is slipping and falling. And there are... other reasons. But I give you no answers! Perhaps if you through with the arrest. This will probably be the only time in your life, officer, where a cyborg in her right mind surrenders so easily.... I mean what do you have to lose? Seriously! The only failure here.... is me," the doctor spoke her last sentence nearing close to shameful mutter.

"Do, this and you will be seen as a hero. And I ordered you turn off your radio for a reason, just so that there is not even the slightly chance that your comrades hear us negotiating."

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Character Portrait: Annelise Gulbrandsen Character Portrait: Bernard Grant Character Portrait: The Doctor

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He didn't hear any shouting or exclamation after landing so for now Bernard assumed he was in the clear. Still, he wanted to be cautious. He just wanted to keep an eye on the kardmium to make sure the few remaining cops didn't load it up and ship it off to who-knows-where before he could grab some. He only needed a single box of the stuff. He could easily carry more but despite his strength he wanted at least one hand free just in case. But he was getting ahead of himself.

He made his way over to where one of the cops had gotten in. The mangled wreck of a cyborg was still laying there where it had fallen. But Bernard felt no pity. Only disdain. Such wasted potential. Down one flight of stairs and he was inside on the third floor, with more cyborg bodies laid nearby. He was going to keep heading down when he heard voices coming up from below. Even with his enhanced hearing it was somewhat hard to decipher with the rain pouring hard on the metal roof just feet above him, but it definitely sounded like two female voices. He drew his pistol, the giant .50 caliber monster that they used to use on cyborgs before pulse tech became more efficient and popular. It was the only thing left from his own days as an officer. That and a few vague, muddle memories. He continued towards the stairs leading down to the second floor, but slower, quieter.

He considered, briefly, giving up on the kardmium and just escaping, but he was already inside. It would hurt his pride to leave empty handed now.

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Karen Van Der Stein

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They call us mad. Insane. No. We are enlightened.

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Hell. Go out with a Bang.

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Annelise Gulbrandsen

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Bernard Grant

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