Post by JRCameron on Jun 9, 2012 3:22:39 GMT -5
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JR: Welcome.]0:21
Mike: 'Ello.0:21
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JR: Welcome, Bats.]0:22
JR: We may be joined by Witch at some point. However, first come first served. What style of rp do you want?]0:23
Mike: (Arena? Adventure? Fight? Smut? Anything is nice.)0:24
Batias: There is only one thing that I want to do, but I'm lazy. Bye.0:24
Spectator joined the chat0:24
JR: That would be Mac, yes?]0:25
Spectator: 'Aye 'Aye Cap'n0:25
Mike: (Mac?)0:26
JR: I would prefer to keep smut out of it, if you don't mind Mike. Other than that, you're the one that wanted an rp in the first place. I place it in your hands.]0:26
Mike: (Arena?)0:27
Mike: (Dungeon crawl? I prefer others to pick.)0:27
JR: It's just you and me, Mike. You, me, and a spectator.] 0:28
Spectator: I would join but I'm tiirrreeeedddd 0:28
Mike: (Oh. Well that lowers the amount of choices. Fight I guess?) 0:29
JR: Yes. You're tired and Bats is lazy. Blah blah. Fight then. Do you want to post a character, or wing it?] 0:29
Mike: The year would be 3600 (Earth Years.). The planet is completely barren and covered in sad. Earth was mined out long ago. Around the year 3000, Earth hit a large economic collapse. Causing riots, murders, even genocide. All for power, money, and the land they live on. Now the military's still on Earth continue to fight for these things. Most civilians have turned to cannibalism to survive. Some nukes were launched causing radiation in some areas of the world. Yet, old tech and science remain on the desolate planet. 0:31
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Spectator: (I laughed at covered in sad, obvious typo but still funny) 0:31
JR: You've been given your one and only warning, Spectator. Either you shut up, become productive, or leave.] 0:32
Mike: (My bad.) 0:32
Mike: (I actually appreciate it. It's copied on a notepad. Didn't notice it till he pointed it out.) 0:32
Spectator: (Sorry?...) 0:33
JR: Wait, I just got it. I didn't realize it was "I laughed at 'covered in sad,' obvious..." I thought it was "I laughed at [the fact that it was] covered in sad, obvious typo." Never mind.] 0:34
Spectator: [That was confusing lol ] 0:35
JR: lol, typo[ s ]."*] 0:35
Spectator: [ did you think it was an insult or something? ]\ 0:35
JR: Yes.] 0:35
Mike: (Anyway.) 0:35
JR: How does that relate to 'fight' which is the original premise of our rp? We're fighting across this barren planet?] 0:36
Mike: (Feel free to pick an actual place. I have a lot on a notepad.) 0:36
Mike: (This is the setting.) 0:36
Mike: (I like for the other person to be immersed.) 0:36
JR: I've got something to add to your setting though, if you don't mind.] 0:37
Mike: (What might that be?) 0:38
JR: There is one place on Earth that still has a modicum of civilization. On a planet that is effectively a giant desert, those that lived in the desert to begin with are thriving. Specifically, the rural settlements of South Egypt hardly noticed that anything was different for several decades after the wars started. Over the next couple centuries, those small civilizations only prospered and grew. There is now a single city of importance on Earth, a diamond in the rough as it were. That city also happens to be one of the oldest on Earth... The city Aswan. 0:41
JR: It has gone through name changes, but it exists in a locale that has had civilization in one way or another for most of Earth's history, you know?] 0:41
Mike: (Actually, there are still civilizations. Like I said, the military's still fight. Thus, they have to be coming from somehwere.) 0:42
JR: I was under the impression that those were small guerrilla armies, with no stable place to really call home.] 0:43
Mike: (Nope. Earth's original Military's. Fighting to reclaim the place they call home. All for no reason, though. They are generally though to be crazed with the want to reclaim Earth even though it'd take a long time to fix.) 0:45
JR: Alright. My bad then.] 0:45
Mike: (There are also non-cannibalized towns which survived. Want to play in one of them?) 0:48
JR: Sure... The thing is, you said you were in this to fight. You didn't answer my question. Are you posting a character, or are we winging this?] 0:49
Mike: (Oh. The char depends on the place.) 0:50
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Slammer: (My bad, pressed back-space.) 0:51
JR: How does your character depend on the place?] 0:51
Slammer: (Because. New York, for example, is the home of Eviscorator. He constructed a 'metal fortress' there.) 0:54
JR: Eviscorator? You mean Eviscerator? 0:54
JR: ] 0:54
Slammer: (Sorry, yes.) 0:55
JR: What else you got?] 0:55
JR: Don't think I'd want to mess with a guy named Eviscerator.] 0:55
Slammer: (Slammer, in New Orleans. He enslaved the civilians and forced them to do his dirty work. Rather big man and uses a sledgehammer.) 0:56
JR: Uh huh... Are these two allies?] 0:57
Slammer: (Allies? The world is in anarchy and they are in different states. Nope.) 0:59
JR: Okay. I'll go up against Slammer. I want you to post (at the very least) his entire physical description as can be seen from up close and personal, as well as what he is doing at the time of the start of our rp. Assume he is alone, or at least that there is no one controlled by me near him.] 1:02
Slammer: He, standing around the swamplands looking for some kind of life, had bulging muscles, to say the least. He had a nice olive complexion and he had a great muscle tone. He had a scar down his right temple to his left cheek. He wore torn cloth pants and nothing else, he had a full metal sledge next to him. Made of steel and rusted. A little crimson blood remained on it. 1:05
JR > Two birds fly out of the brush about 500 yards from where Slammer is currently searching. 1:06
Slammer: He looks toward them, he wasn't the brightest fellow, but his followers kept him well fed. He looked around more. Even an alligator would do, he relished crushing their skulls. He licked his lips thinking about his last meal. A lean dog, after he befriended then killed it. 1:08
JR > A rapport is heard as a bullet pierces the man's forehead when he looks up towards the birds. That bullet came from a fairly high-powered sniper rifle, which had been set up in the brush that the birds had flown out of. They had flown at the sound of the sniper cocking the gun, a sound that wouldn't have traveled all the way to the man 500 yards away. The sniper waits only a moment, to watch the body fall. He then packs up the rifle, checking his surroundings before walking calmly back towards Slammer's old settlement. Once there, he collects his payment from one of the enslaved, and leaves the area of New Orleans for his next job. 1:12
Slammer: (A rapport?) 1:13
JR: The sound of a gunshot.] 1:13
Slammer: (And no working weapons remain on Earth, sorry. Most mercs are hunted and killed by the advanced military's anyway.)) 1:13
JR: Quickest. Fight. Ever.] 1:13
JR: Just because mercenaries are hunted doesn't mean they're found. 1:14
JR: ] 1:14
Slammer: (And if you came from space? Well... Let's say the SAL's got you before you hit the atmosphere.) 1:14
JR: At least, not immediately.] 1:14
Slammer: (How did you get the rifle?) 1:14
Slammer: (Let alone the bullets.) 1:15
JR: He probably stole it from someone.] 1:15
JR: That, and he only needed one bullet.] 1:15
Slammer: (No one has a working gun on Earth. They haven't been produced for civilians in 600 years.) 1:15
Slammer: (And if you stole it from someone working in the military... Well... Let's say you probably would die before you got close.) 1:16
JR: Perhaps it had a bullet left in the chamber when he stole it. Perhaps the cash or other resources that he was going to get from these people was enough to pay for whatever else he needed. Perhaps he stole it from the military. Perhaps he or a family member of his worked to produce the weapons for the military, and just let it fall off of the quota for guns produced in that day. People can do amazing things in times of strife, dude.] 1:17
JR: That, and to tell you the truth, you didn't say anything about a lack of guns when you put down the premise. If there are civilizations, after modern time, there are guns. You only said that after it was already a moot point.] 1:18
JR: Thanks for the rp.] 1:18
Slammer: (Extremely flawed.) 1:19
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Mike joined the chat0:21
JR: Welcome.]0:21
Mike: 'Ello.0:21
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JR: Welcome, Bats.]0:22
JR: We may be joined by Witch at some point. However, first come first served. What style of rp do you want?]0:23
Mike: (Arena? Adventure? Fight? Smut? Anything is nice.)0:24
Batias: There is only one thing that I want to do, but I'm lazy. Bye.0:24
Spectator joined the chat0:24
JR: That would be Mac, yes?]0:25
Spectator: 'Aye 'Aye Cap'n0:25
Mike: (Mac?)0:26
JR: I would prefer to keep smut out of it, if you don't mind Mike. Other than that, you're the one that wanted an rp in the first place. I place it in your hands.]0:26
Mike: (Arena?)0:27
Mike: (Dungeon crawl? I prefer others to pick.)0:27
JR: It's just you and me, Mike. You, me, and a spectator.] 0:28
Spectator: I would join but I'm tiirrreeeedddd 0:28
Mike: (Oh. Well that lowers the amount of choices. Fight I guess?) 0:29
JR: Yes. You're tired and Bats is lazy. Blah blah. Fight then. Do you want to post a character, or wing it?] 0:29
Mike: The year would be 3600 (Earth Years.). The planet is completely barren and covered in sad. Earth was mined out long ago. Around the year 3000, Earth hit a large economic collapse. Causing riots, murders, even genocide. All for power, money, and the land they live on. Now the military's still on Earth continue to fight for these things. Most civilians have turned to cannibalism to survive. Some nukes were launched causing radiation in some areas of the world. Yet, old tech and science remain on the desolate planet. 0:31
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Spectator: (I laughed at covered in sad, obvious typo but still funny) 0:31
JR: You've been given your one and only warning, Spectator. Either you shut up, become productive, or leave.] 0:32
Mike: (My bad.) 0:32
Mike: (I actually appreciate it. It's copied on a notepad. Didn't notice it till he pointed it out.) 0:32
Spectator: (Sorry?...) 0:33
JR: Wait, I just got it. I didn't realize it was "I laughed at 'covered in sad,' obvious..." I thought it was "I laughed at [the fact that it was] covered in sad, obvious typo." Never mind.] 0:34
Spectator: [That was confusing lol ] 0:35
JR: lol, typo[ s ]."*] 0:35
Spectator: [ did you think it was an insult or something? ]\ 0:35
JR: Yes.] 0:35
Mike: (Anyway.) 0:35
JR: How does that relate to 'fight' which is the original premise of our rp? We're fighting across this barren planet?] 0:36
Mike: (Feel free to pick an actual place. I have a lot on a notepad.) 0:36
Mike: (This is the setting.) 0:36
Mike: (I like for the other person to be immersed.) 0:36
JR: I've got something to add to your setting though, if you don't mind.] 0:37
Mike: (What might that be?) 0:38
JR: There is one place on Earth that still has a modicum of civilization. On a planet that is effectively a giant desert, those that lived in the desert to begin with are thriving. Specifically, the rural settlements of South Egypt hardly noticed that anything was different for several decades after the wars started. Over the next couple centuries, those small civilizations only prospered and grew. There is now a single city of importance on Earth, a diamond in the rough as it were. That city also happens to be one of the oldest on Earth... The city Aswan. 0:41
JR: It has gone through name changes, but it exists in a locale that has had civilization in one way or another for most of Earth's history, you know?] 0:41
Mike: (Actually, there are still civilizations. Like I said, the military's still fight. Thus, they have to be coming from somehwere.) 0:42
JR: I was under the impression that those were small guerrilla armies, with no stable place to really call home.] 0:43
Mike: (Nope. Earth's original Military's. Fighting to reclaim the place they call home. All for no reason, though. They are generally though to be crazed with the want to reclaim Earth even though it'd take a long time to fix.) 0:45
JR: Alright. My bad then.] 0:45
Mike: (There are also non-cannibalized towns which survived. Want to play in one of them?) 0:48
JR: Sure... The thing is, you said you were in this to fight. You didn't answer my question. Are you posting a character, or are we winging this?] 0:49
Mike: (Oh. The char depends on the place.) 0:50
Slammer joined the chat 0:50
Slammer: (My bad, pressed back-space.) 0:51
JR: How does your character depend on the place?] 0:51
Slammer: (Because. New York, for example, is the home of Eviscorator. He constructed a 'metal fortress' there.) 0:54
JR: Eviscorator? You mean Eviscerator? 0:54
JR: ] 0:54
Slammer: (Sorry, yes.) 0:55
JR: What else you got?] 0:55
JR: Don't think I'd want to mess with a guy named Eviscerator.] 0:55
Slammer: (Slammer, in New Orleans. He enslaved the civilians and forced them to do his dirty work. Rather big man and uses a sledgehammer.) 0:56
JR: Uh huh... Are these two allies?] 0:57
Slammer: (Allies? The world is in anarchy and they are in different states. Nope.) 0:59
JR: Okay. I'll go up against Slammer. I want you to post (at the very least) his entire physical description as can be seen from up close and personal, as well as what he is doing at the time of the start of our rp. Assume he is alone, or at least that there is no one controlled by me near him.] 1:02
Slammer: He, standing around the swamplands looking for some kind of life, had bulging muscles, to say the least. He had a nice olive complexion and he had a great muscle tone. He had a scar down his right temple to his left cheek. He wore torn cloth pants and nothing else, he had a full metal sledge next to him. Made of steel and rusted. A little crimson blood remained on it. 1:05
JR > Two birds fly out of the brush about 500 yards from where Slammer is currently searching. 1:06
Slammer: He looks toward them, he wasn't the brightest fellow, but his followers kept him well fed. He looked around more. Even an alligator would do, he relished crushing their skulls. He licked his lips thinking about his last meal. A lean dog, after he befriended then killed it. 1:08
JR > A rapport is heard as a bullet pierces the man's forehead when he looks up towards the birds. That bullet came from a fairly high-powered sniper rifle, which had been set up in the brush that the birds had flown out of. They had flown at the sound of the sniper cocking the gun, a sound that wouldn't have traveled all the way to the man 500 yards away. The sniper waits only a moment, to watch the body fall. He then packs up the rifle, checking his surroundings before walking calmly back towards Slammer's old settlement. Once there, he collects his payment from one of the enslaved, and leaves the area of New Orleans for his next job. 1:12
Slammer: (A rapport?) 1:13
JR: The sound of a gunshot.] 1:13
Slammer: (And no working weapons remain on Earth, sorry. Most mercs are hunted and killed by the advanced military's anyway.)) 1:13
JR: Quickest. Fight. Ever.] 1:13
JR: Just because mercenaries are hunted doesn't mean they're found. 1:14
JR: ] 1:14
Slammer: (And if you came from space? Well... Let's say the SAL's got you before you hit the atmosphere.) 1:14
JR: At least, not immediately.] 1:14
Slammer: (How did you get the rifle?) 1:14
Slammer: (Let alone the bullets.) 1:15
JR: He probably stole it from someone.] 1:15
JR: That, and he only needed one bullet.] 1:15
Slammer: (No one has a working gun on Earth. They haven't been produced for civilians in 600 years.) 1:15
Slammer: (And if you stole it from someone working in the military... Well... Let's say you probably would die before you got close.) 1:16
JR: Perhaps it had a bullet left in the chamber when he stole it. Perhaps the cash or other resources that he was going to get from these people was enough to pay for whatever else he needed. Perhaps he stole it from the military. Perhaps he or a family member of his worked to produce the weapons for the military, and just let it fall off of the quota for guns produced in that day. People can do amazing things in times of strife, dude.] 1:17
JR: That, and to tell you the truth, you didn't say anything about a lack of guns when you put down the premise. If there are civilizations, after modern time, there are guns. You only said that after it was already a moot point.] 1:18
JR: Thanks for the rp.] 1:18
Slammer: (Extremely flawed.) 1:19