Stinger Assault

[Isaac Clarke]

Hey people, I just joined the forums and I'm starting things off with new rp. Enjoy

The Story...
The year is 2540, a period now referred to as the Dark Times in the city of Pragora. The reason for this...are the Stingers.

Stingers are bio-robots, grown in test tubes in labratories. Grade 1 Stingers serve as police, guards, and the overall military of Pragora. Grade 2 Stingers walk among us, pretending to be human. The Stingers have the power to control and exploit earth's people.

One man controls the Stinger Regime, and therefore the destiny of mankind. His name is Mr. Bains. His location is unknown, as there are many who would prefer it if he were dead. Including the Underground Militia Group, a resitance force dedicated to ending the Stinger Regime, under the command of a mysterious figure known only as 'Whisper.'

Who's side will you choose? Will you join the Underground, and work to end the Stinger Regime? Or will you support the Regime, and fight against the resitance?

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[Tatio_Totia]

(Here's everything verified on the sheet, but I'd thought I make it fun.)
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“Mr. Wilkinson, will you please enter.” Pause. “Please sit down.” Pause. “Thank you.”

“I don’t mean to pry Madam, but what the hell am I here? I haven’t found out anything since I was called here this morning.”

“No major reason Mr. Wilkinson, you’re not in trouble. We just want to ask you some questions.”

“Well…alright. That doesn’t sound too bad. Shoot.”

“Could you please state your full name?”

“Tallow Maloon Wilkinson, Madam.”

“Current age and date of birth?”

“I’m 26, born July 18th, 2514.”

“Initial gender?”

“…um…male?”

“That is satisfactory. Hair and eye color as of birth?”

“Black hair, blue eyes, just as you see now…though I don’t think I had a goatee as a baby.”

“Height and weight?”

“6’ 2 ½” and 173lbs in district measurements, 1.83m and 78.6 kg in metric.”

“Direct family, alive or dead, relations to them and marital status?”

‘Unmarried. Mother and father, Margret and Ja Heen Wilkinson. Status: Dead, killed by house fire. One sister, Jolene Wilkinson. Status: Alive, age 17. I am her legal guardian until she turns 18.”

“Occupation?”

“Author.”

“Weapon of choice?”

“Weapon of- What do you take me for?! An assassin?! I’m a writer, not a murderer!”

“I did not mean to alarm you Mr. Wilkinson. Allow me to rephrase the question. Do you carry any weapons on a daily basis?”

“Just a blast pistol like everyone else. Understand, I mainly carry it as a social norm. I wouldn’t use in unless I absolutely needed to. Then again, these days you can never be too careful.”

I see. Just a few more questions.”

“Alright.”

“What is your viewpoint point on the Stingers?”

“Should I have one out of the ordinary?”

“Perhaps.” Pause. “Are you aware that any literature by Isaac Asimov is considered unstable, and anyone noted with such literature in their possession are to be brought in and questioned?

“What?! Aw, hell. No, I didn’t. Shit. I’m really sorry, I had no idea. I just found the book lying in my attic. It must have been from before the restriction on it."

“Well. That’s all we needed to know. You may leave Mr. Wilkinson.”

“Thank you, Madam.” With that, he stood and left. A voice rang in the woman’s earpiece.

“Is he part of the Underground?” She bit her lip.

“For once… I’m not sure.”

[awesomeskaterdude]

God i hope this is not the end of this potentaly awesome RP

i will be out for the next week but i hope to get this going