Got some ideas for this room's plot? Want to talk about how your character would be involved in it? Got ideas for your character's own personal mini-plot and any related quests? Just want to get involved?
This is the thread for discussing anything related to the story of this room. All ideas are welcome!
Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 9:21 pm
Current Plot
"When you think about nuclear fallout, what springs to mind? Wastelands of what-once-was, death and decay, perhaps...? We thought much the same; We never in our wildest dreams expected something to be created from the destruction. And yet here we are, watching the rise of an entirely new type of human borne from dormant mutations activated by the radiation - we called them ‘Varians’.
The varians survived and thrived in this newly ravaged world. Each varian was unique, some appearing no different to regular humans aside from the occasional set of horns or sharp teeth, others growing extra sets of arms, wings capable of flight (and some that were not) - even beaks, gills and entirely new bodies! The list of oddities was endless, but one thing became clear, varians had adapted to this new world, humans had not.
Many of the regular humans grew fearful of the varians and their new capabilities… or perhaps jealous. What started out as intrigue and hope for the future soon turned to fear… and eventually hatred. It soon became clear varians and humans weren't going to get along.
Humans persecuted the varians, called them 'freaks', ‘mutants’ or ‘mutts’. It didn’t take long for the tensions between humans and varians to explode into pogroms, and in the aftermath of the brutality, a varian emerged to unite their people - the army of the downtrodden - and declared war on the humans.
Once united, the varians proved to be an unstoppable force. Those that chose to fight were wiped out in a week, the rest of us fled into hiding. It is here in the depths of the dying forests that we reside now, waiting for opportunities to strike back, to reclaim the livelihoods taken from us by the varians. Whether we will actually succeed in the face of such an impressive enemy however, remains to be seen.."
Day 1: There is a meeting consisting of the varian leaders of different areas. It becomes apparent that many of the varians aren't happy with how the war is going, and one of the attendees even suggests entering negotiations to end the war. The leader brushes off these concerns in a harsh manner, and the meeting ends with many of the attendees feeling disillusioned. The second-in-command feels sympathetic to the desire to end the war as they were originally able to remain friends with a human post-mutation, but were eventually torn apart by the warring sides. The second-in-command, seeing that the overwhelming majority of the varians don't want the war to continue, resolves to leave and find the humans to start negotiating for peace - or die trying.
Day 2: The second-in-command stumbles across the human leader's camp around morning the next day, and is immediately met with hostility by one of the humans. They are thrown in a holding cage and subject to general hostilities from the rest of the camp. The human leader returns from a raid to discover that their old friend is smack bang in the middle of their camp. Talks ensue and they both realise that there is a potential end to the war on the horizon... Their only obstacle being the varian leader and a few radicals.
Day 3: A portal opens in the forest a few steps from the human camp and a figure falls out, gaining the attention of everyone in the camp. They begin describing a kind of crystal, and this sparks the resident varian's memory; they mention having seen that exact kind of crystal in the caves the varian leader calls home, and it becomes clear that there is only one course of action left to them - a final stand at the varian leader's cave. The traveller offers to help with diplomacy provided they can have free access to the crystals, and everyone agrees.
The humans confront the varian leader with the aid of the second-in-command. The human leader makes it clear they want peace, and the rest of the varians hesitate only slightly before lowering their guard. It becomes clear that only the varian leader really opposes the desire for peace, and they forced to flee with a select few radicals. The traveller gets their crystals, fixes their device and says their farewells while the rest of the humans and varians enter negotiations for a treaty to draw new borders and for their people so they can live in peace.
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 10:27 am
Okay so first before i really start spouting out seeds of nonsense to bounce off of you and potentially bloom. Are we going post nuclear or pre?
I honestly would love to live in a nuclear wasteland with my character (Pleases universe, not in real life). Are we going survivors or instigators?
Post apocalyptic survivors, or rather more of a "Currently dealing with widespread radiation leaks and so some people that are genetically predisposed to surviving stupid levels of radiation survive while others die/mutate horribly."
Think "Chernobyl but some people managed to survive and continue living there" mixed with "The Last of Us" (a zombie apocalypse game based on the concept of a world where the Cordyceps mutated and started attacking humans and created zombies, and inhaling spores from the fungus would turn you); so essentially, rather than spores, it's radiation, but also most people just die rather than becoming zombies (though potential for people to mutate in harmless ways?).
That way it leaves it open for potential instigators (like, a group intent on attacking all nuclear power plants at once) and the survivors seeking revenge on said group. (I guess?)
I know it sounds like I put a lot of thought into this but I pulled this out of my a** just then, and my eyes are stinging so like, idefk I'm tired as s**t do with this what you will. emotion_awesome
Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 2:13 pm
troubled-pasta
Ohhh.... I got this bruh.
Concept 1
Grey sky. Blackened earth. Cities with buildings as tall as our putrid and pathetic dreams abandoned, save for few brave enough, strong enough, or stupid enough to live there. Most people had taken to living in small clans outside of the cities. It turns out Mind-poisoning created a lot of rapists and murderers. Or maybe that's all that really survived what we call 'The Collapse' eleven years ago. Actually, people call it 'The Collapse of The Great Global Facade.' But we all think the 'The Collapse' works just fine for a name. Apocalypse is not an accurate term for it.
So what happened, eleven years ago you ask? Our world had begun to die slowly. It was a slow, suffocating few millennium before the world finally choked and breathed her last. Humans had destroyed her, little by little. First the earth with pollution and litter. When rain stopped and the pollution continued, the trees gave out. Food became hard to grow. People in the modern century began to starve to death, and only the rich could afford the luxuries of food. Animals were bare boned and worthless in terms of nutrition. And because produce would wither in it's shell husk, crops were rare.
Even canned food's became a commodity. Imagine that. Disgusting preserved canned meats, fruits and vegetables became our main source of nutrition. Then one day, one of the countries who had invested scientists into resolving the issue found the answer. But it was too late. People had already started rioting, clans started forming. Cities began to vacate. And cannibalism began to emerge out of a desperate species.
What was left of the Global Governments fought over the solution. It was unfortunate that the country who had discovered the answer was desperate with greed and starvation. There was a war. Our machines were the only thing that still ran proper. And there was war. The nuclear bombs that people were not so long ago so hesitant to use fell from the sky across the world as the Greatest World War in History broke out across our already mostly dead world.
And the millions that had survived around the world from billions, dwindled down to thousands. Now along with our pollution we suffer from radiation. It affected us. Many are dying even as they struggle for every day. Some have gone mad, berserk. Killing everything that moves within their sites, their minds no longer human but a mass of wriggling chaotic blood lust. Most of them eat other humans. Raw.
But Eleven years have passed.And it just so happens that the country that found the answer was mine. And not all of us were mad. A few of us banded together, repaired what was broken and got the machines that we had created that would clean the air and heal the earth running again. It's much, much slower than it would have been on account of nuclear radiation poisoning us slowly, as well as putting on a "Stay-dead' insurance policy on our world.
But we are doing it. So far, as far as we know, we have the biggest operational 'city.' Hundreds of people flocked to us, and everyone has a job to do. People work to fix, clean, build, repair, grow, heal, clothe, scavenge and hunt. People do their job. They get to eat. Simple as that.
During the day we all look like. Our rag-a-tag attire of mismatched dingy clothing, gas masks, and for many of us, the latest model of weaponry (because unfortunately Mind-Sickness can set in very suddenly in people.)
We have a military that keeps the peace and order. And we, the original founders and builders of the city make decisions that impact the people. We have even been successful in getting a rather large patch of earth to grow crops. Some of the trees around our relatively cleaner city have begun to grow. And for the first time in a long time, I saw a deer the other day walking cautiously along a grove of small new growth, nibbling gratefully to try and fill some of the spaces between its emancipated ribs.
Our currency is food, and they do their job to tend to the farm, tend to the sick, make clothing for our poor, thin but strong bodies, or keep our little haven from being just another Post-Collapse dump, they get paid with enough to feed their families. And we the original scientists continue to build more machines with what our Scavengers attain for us. Sneaking into cities out to the sides, or even once-average sized towns. They bring us back metal and any other resourceful thing they can find. And we continue to build our earth restoration machines.
Sounds like all is peachy right? It would be, except...
And that's where my tired brain loses it. What could be our conflict. That's if you even like the concept drawn up here.
Grey sky. Blackened earth. Cities with buildings as tall as our putrid and pathetic dreams abandoned, save for few brave enough, strong enough, or stupid enough to live there. Most people had taken to living in small clans outside of the cities. It turns out Mind-poisoning created a lot of rapists and murderers. Or maybe that's all that really survived what we call 'The Collapse' eleven years ago. Actually, people call it 'The Collapse of The Great Global Facade.' But we all think the 'The Collapse' works just fine for a name. Apocalypse is not an accurate term for it.
So what happened, eleven years ago you ask? Our world had begun to die slowly. It was a slow, suffocating few millennium before the world finally choked and breathed her last. Humans had destroyed her, little by little. First the earth with pollution and litter. When rain stopped and the pollution continued, the trees gave out. Food became hard to grow. People in the modern century began to starve to death, and only the rich could afford the luxuries of food. Animals were bare boned and worthless in terms of nutrition. And because produce would wither in it's shell husk, crops were rare.
Even canned food's became a commodity. Imagine that. Disgusting preserved canned meats, fruits and vegetables became our main source of nutrition. Then one day, one of the countries who had invested scientists into resolving the issue found the answer. But it was too late. People had already started rioting, clans started forming. Cities began to vacate. And cannibalism began to emerge out of a desperate species.
What was left of the Global Governments fought over the solution. It was unfortunate that the country who had discovered the answer was desperate with greed and starvation. There was a war. Our machines were the only thing that still ran proper. And there was war. The nuclear bombs that people were not so long ago so hesitant to use fell from the sky across the world as the Greatest World War in History broke out across our already mostly dead world.
And the millions that had survived around the world from billions, dwindled down to thousands. Now along with our pollution we suffer from radiation. It affected us. Many are dying even as they struggle for every day. Some have gone mad, berserk. Killing everything that moves within their sites, their minds no longer human but a mass of wriggling chaotic blood lust. Most of them eat other humans. Raw.
But Eleven years have passed.And it just so happens that the country that found the answer was mine. And not all of us were mad. A few of us banded together, repaired what was broken and got the machines that we had created that would clean the air and heal the earth running again. It's much, much slower than it would have been on account of nuclear radiation poisoning us slowly, as well as putting on a "Stay-dead' insurance policy on our world.
But we are doing it. So far, as far as we know, we have the biggest operational 'city.' Hundreds of people flocked to us, and everyone has a job to do. People work to fix, clean, build, repair, grow, heal, clothe, scavenge and hunt. People do their job. They get to eat. Simple as that.
During the day we all look like. Our rag-a-tag attire of mismatched dingy clothing, gas masks, and for many of us, the latest model of weaponry (because unfortunately Mind-Sickness can set in very suddenly in people.)
We have a military that keeps the peace and order. And we, the original founders and builders of the city make decisions that impact the people. We have even been successful in getting a rather large patch of earth to grow crops. Some of the trees around our relatively cleaner city have begun to grow. And for the first time in a long time, I saw a deer the other day walking cautiously along a grove of small new growth, nibbling gratefully to try and fill some of the spaces between its emancipated ribs.
Our currency is food, and they do their job to tend to the farm, tend to the sick, make clothing for our poor, thin but strong bodies, or keep our little haven from being just another Post-Collapse dump, they get paid with enough to feed their families. And we the original scientists continue to build more machines with what our Scavengers attain for us. Sneaking into cities out to the sides, or even once-average sized towns. They bring us back metal and any other resourceful thing they can find. And we continue to build our earth restoration machines.
Sounds like all is peachy right? It would be, except...
And that's where my tired brain loses it. What could be our conflict. That's if you even like the concept drawn up here.
Hmm, I like it but I'm thinking something along a more instantaneous line. Like say some Anonymous-esque anarchist group deciding on total upheaval of world structures by causing every nuclear reactor on the planet to melt down at once in an orchestrated movement. Like the whole "don't pollute the earth" message is a bit played out at this point. That, and I think most people have realised it's egotistical to think humanity would have any lasting effect on the earth in the long term. Give it a few hundred thousand years and you wouldn't even know we were here at all.
If you want to look at this from a topical perspective, all this garbage with ISIS or whatever the ******** they're called now is the new fad, so it makes sense to work with what has people's attentions rn; minus all the blatant Islamophobia, because we're decent ******** people (and angsty white people are a bigger threat anyway lmao).
I like the idea of it playing out in a similar way to The Last of Us, where the event took a matter of days to become such a significant disaster that people's entire way of living was altered in a very drastic and sudden way, and people were thrown into such upheaval that they didn't/haven't had time to realise that some are immune.
I do want to stay away from the whole 'mind rabies' thing though. Like, it's scarier when people do horrible things of their own volition, and given the chance, a large number of humans would. Humans don't need a disease to be forced to do despicable things. A lot of people are only being kept alive by the law, you get rid of that, and then everything goes to s**t.
Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 8:09 pm
troubled-pasta
DJ Hope 1990
Ohhh.... I got this bruh.
Concept 1
Grey sky. Blackened earth. Cities with buildings as tall as our putrid and pathetic dreams abandoned, save for few brave enough, strong enough, or stupid enough to live there. Most people had taken to living in small clans outside of the cities. It turns out Mind-poisoning created a lot of rapists and murderers. Or maybe that's all that really survived what we call 'The Collapse' eleven years ago. Actually, people call it 'The Collapse of The Great Global Facade.' But we all think the 'The Collapse' works just fine for a name. Apocalypse is not an accurate term for it.
So what happened, eleven years ago you ask? Our world had begun to die slowly. It was a slow, suffocating few millennium before the world finally choked and breathed her last. Humans had destroyed her, little by little. First the earth with pollution and litter. When rain stopped and the pollution continued, the trees gave out. Food became hard to grow. People in the modern century began to starve to death, and only the rich could afford the luxuries of food. Animals were bare boned and worthless in terms of nutrition. And because produce would wither in it's shell husk, crops were rare.
Even canned food's became a commodity. Imagine that. Disgusting preserved canned meats, fruits and vegetables became our main source of nutrition. Then one day, one of the countries who had invested scientists into resolving the issue found the answer. But it was too late. People had already started rioting, clans started forming. Cities began to vacate. And cannibalism began to emerge out of a desperate species.
What was left of the Global Governments fought over the solution. It was unfortunate that the country who had discovered the answer was desperate with greed and starvation. There was a war. Our machines were the only thing that still ran proper. And there was war. The nuclear bombs that people were not so long ago so hesitant to use fell from the sky across the world as the Greatest World War in History broke out across our already mostly dead world.
And the millions that had survived around the world from billions, dwindled down to thousands. Now along with our pollution we suffer from radiation. It affected us. Many are dying even as they struggle for every day. Some have gone mad, berserk. Killing everything that moves within their sites, their minds no longer human but a mass of wriggling chaotic blood lust. Most of them eat other humans. Raw.
But Eleven years have passed.And it just so happens that the country that found the answer was mine. And not all of us were mad. A few of us banded together, repaired what was broken and got the machines that we had created that would clean the air and heal the earth running again. It's much, much slower than it would have been on account of nuclear radiation poisoning us slowly, as well as putting on a "Stay-dead' insurance policy on our world.
But we are doing it. So far, as far as we know, we have the biggest operational 'city.' Hundreds of people flocked to us, and everyone has a job to do. People work to fix, clean, build, repair, grow, heal, clothe, scavenge and hunt. People do their job. They get to eat. Simple as that.
During the day we all look like. Our rag-a-tag attire of mismatched dingy clothing, gas masks, and for many of us, the latest model of weaponry (because unfortunately Mind-Sickness can set in very suddenly in people.)
We have a military that keeps the peace and order. And we, the original founders and builders of the city make decisions that impact the people. We have even been successful in getting a rather large patch of earth to grow crops. Some of the trees around our relatively cleaner city have begun to grow. And for the first time in a long time, I saw a deer the other day walking cautiously along a grove of small new growth, nibbling gratefully to try and fill some of the spaces between its emancipated ribs.
Our currency is food, and they do their job to tend to the farm, tend to the sick, make clothing for our poor, thin but strong bodies, or keep our little haven from being just another Post-Collapse dump, they get paid with enough to feed their families. And we the original scientists continue to build more machines with what our Scavengers attain for us. Sneaking into cities out to the sides, or even once-average sized towns. They bring us back metal and any other resourceful thing they can find. And we continue to build our earth restoration machines.
Sounds like all is peachy right? It would be, except...
And that's where my tired brain loses it. What could be our conflict. That's if you even like the concept drawn up here.
Hmm, I like it but I'm thinking something along a more instantaneous line. Like say some Anonymous-esque anarchist group deciding on total upheaval of world structures by causing every nuclear reactor on the planet to melt down at once in an orchestrated movement. Like the whole "don't pollute the earth" message is a bit played out at this point. That, and I think most people have realised it's egotistical to think humanity would have any lasting effect on the earth in the long term. Give it a few hundred thousand years and you wouldn't even know we were here at all.
If you want to look at this from a topical perspective, all this garbage with ISIS or whatever the ******** they're called now is the new fad, so it makes sense to work with what has people's attentions rn; minus all the blatant Islamophobia, because we're decent ******** people (and angsty white people are a bigger threat anyway lmao).
I like the idea of it playing out in a similar way to The Last of Us, where the event took a matter of days to become such a significant disaster that people's entire way of living was altered in a very drastic and sudden way, and people were thrown into such upheaval that they didn't/haven't had time to realise that some are immune.
I do want to stay away from the whole 'mind rabies' thing though. Like, it's scarier when people do horrible things of their own volition, and given the chance, a large number of humans would. Humans don't need a disease to be forced to do despicable things. A lot of people are only being kept alive by the law, you get rid of that, and then everything goes to s**t.
OK... Well I really got nothing. Your turn to shoot out an idea lol
Okay, tell me what you think of this. Might be too dark, but then again, it's nuclear fallout, it's kinda gonna be dark no matter what we do.
“Is it like this In death's other kingdom Waking alone At the hour when we are Trembling with tenderness Lips that would kiss Form prayers to broken stone.”
It’s funny how things can become the norm so quickly. One minute you’re looking at the new Google logo, and the next, you can’t even remember it looking like anything else.
That’s what it was like for us.
The world was brought to its knees in a matter of minutes. Every nuclear plant across the globe was attacked in unison, with a level of orchestration never before seen in human history, and likely never to be seen again. It was over before anyone could do anything to respond to it. In those few days, the entire world became the new Chernobyl.
While everyone was busy worrying about the impending war with Russia and the Middle East, the real threat went unnoticed, slipping under everyone’s radar right up until it happened. At first they seemed like a regular Anarchist group, and people shrugged them off – after all, Anarchy had been around since the sixteenth century, if not earlier. Why would they suddenly be a threat now, right? - but it soon became apparent that that was society’s first mistake.
This group was different. If Anarchists were the common cold, these ones were a mutant strain; a super virus. They were an Anarchist group that broke away from Anonymous, disillusioned with how things were being run – if you could even call it that. They knew they were capable of doing more, of being more, but in the end Anonymous was just a bunch of white basement dwellers that liked their cushy positions in society too much. They were soft, and those that defected made sure they knew.
Even now, we don’t know their name. All we know is that they wanted to destroy society, and that they succeeded. You hear whispers every now and then that everything they did, they did ‘for the lulz’.
… I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree after all.
It’s been eleven years since the attack. Most people didn’t think radiation could even be that bad. Typically, radiation interacts with the body by depositing energy in the cells, and that energy messes around with things on an atomic level. When this happens to DNA, you get mutations that typically manifest over time as the mutated cells divide and propagate. But… if you have an extreme, extreme dose of radiation, the effects are much more immediate. The radiation is depositing energy in your body, much like a microwave heating a Hot Pocket. A high enough dosage can literally cook you, almost instantly... and that's just one effect. The energy can also flash boil all of the water in your body, making you basically explode. It’s surprising how quick people were to forget Hiroshima.
For those of us who didn’t die instantly, there was the radiation sickness. It killed slowly… and painfully. Many who had succumbed to it called the first to die, the ‘lucky ones’. People started to realise that the world was at an end, and they seemed to just give up on their old lives, as if they never had one. There were riots, looting and violence, and it seemed with this, that the last remaining threads of civilisation had been cut. There was no more law, no more consequences for your actions, there was just ‘you’.
But there were some of us who weren’t affected at all. Some of us survived, and thrived, despite being in areas of near fatal levels of radiation. We were immune. Nobody noticed at first because we were all too busy fending for our lives, but some of us didn’t get sick. The radiation affected us differently somehow. There wasn’t any real way to test the theory, but we hazarded a guess that some of us had evolved, like how some people had evolved to not have wisdom teeth. These days it’s not uncommon to see people with weird numbers of fingers and toes, tails, multiple limbs, horns, weird eyes, gills… even Janus heads, wings, or entirely different bodies, all functioning perfectly well, as if nothing else had ever been the norm.
We are the ones that survived, and those of us that aren’t focused on rebuilding what was lost, hunt down the surviving perpetrators of the attacks that day.
Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 5:16 pm
DJ Hope 1990
Araceli_Angel
PinkieKitty
Okay so, I've had some time to think about the plot, and I've been churning over some ideas.
The main thing that really sticks with me (and I'll fully admit it's because I'm a ho for anything remotely Shadowrun-esque), is the idea of Changelings (http://shadowrun.wikia.com/wiki/Changeling) and the concept of SURGE (http://shadowrun.wikia.com/wiki/SURGE).
In the SR universe, SURGE is caused by a large influx of mana (often referred to as 'Awakenings', but that's literally another story) and basically causes people to mutate based on recessive genes passed down from their ancestors that lived in times where magic and dragons were a thing (bearing in mind that magic returned to the world along with said dragons, which caused these genes to become active). Magic (or more specifically it's building block 'Mana') in SR is not entirely unlike radiation, which gave me the idea for this plot. We could focus less on the catastrophic events themselves, and more on the interaction between changeling types (i.e. people that have mutated to have wings, tails, gills, etc.) and people who didn't mutate.
I know I'm basically doing a complete 180 on what I was thinking before but ¯_(ツ)_/¯
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For an actual event plot? Perhaps we could spin it in a way that the Changelings (up until this point having been treated like 'freaks of nature') are essentially loners that keep to themselves, until someone (one of us perhaps) comes out of nowhere, from nowhere and starts banding them together by pointing out to them that they are essentially superhumans, and [insert supercilious speech about how they are better equipped to inherit the earth] basically creates a cult following, because hell yeah the Changelings are sick of being treated like s**t and this mystery person seems to know what they're talking about.
In response the humans make a valiant effort of fighting back, but given the fact that they're still reeling from nuclear devastation, they find it's easier to go into hiding and conduct themselves like guerrillas (irony???). Then it becomes a kind of 'pick a side' thing for the guests, and probably makes it significantly easier to create some plot goals/milestones. (Plot twist, nobody's ever seen mystery person's face but it gets revealed that mystery person is human under all that dystopian clothing??? Maybe?)
This feels like it would better suit the Gaian population anyway (given that even before the introduction of paws, there has always been a large number of Gaians that prefer non-human avatars, so people are naturally going to flock to the changeling camp, and humans would most likely be outnumbered in a fairly true-to-plot kinda way).
Anyway, feedback is greatly appreciated pls, I am currently in the process of moving tf out of this hellhole of a house so my thoughts are kinda scrambled and I'm sure my writing is too.
Hey! I like this, its seems to be a really great idea. I like having the guests choose a side, its definitely make the interactions interesting at times and gives us a lot to work with for the 3 days we have.
I'll definitely have to help think of ideas, but when we avatars ready, I can maybe do some art
Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 5:22 am
Araceli_Angel
Hey! I like this, its seems to be a really great idea. I like having the guests choose a side, its definitely make the interactions interesting at times and gives us a lot to work with for the 3 days we have.
I'll definitely have to help think of ideas, but when we avatars ready, I can maybe do some art
Sweet.
Coming up with some different terms for 'Changeling' and 'SURGE' would be great, if anyone here is good with words (I am decidedly not). I don't want it to look like it's been ripped straight from the pages of the SR books.
Also if anyone has some ideas to flesh out some character roles OTHER than 'mystery person' (which also needs work of course) that would be great. We need to make a few roles - one for each of us of course - and perhaps some extras just in case we get any more applications. I'm thinking maybe mystery person, two changeling faction roles and one human faction role (given that the mystery person could turn out to be human it would technically be even in the end).
If I recall correctly I think Pinkie also stated she can do art, so I'm thinking between the three of us we could potentially do a collaboration focusing on each person's preferred part of the process (i.e. sketching/inking/colouring/etc.). It's just a thought, but given that there's so many artists in this team this time round, we may as well take advantage of that in some way.
(Also I could be wrong but I'm 90% sure it's going for four days now. I will double check later because my memory is awful. I know the idea was being tossed around but I can't remember for the life of me - it is 12:25am so that probably has a lot to do with it - if it was confirmed or not yet.)
Hmmm so so so. The nuclear apocalypse hits. Human kind tries to recover, and then BAM, changelings come in and say "no WE can rebuild this thank you very much". Is that right? That sounds pretty cool, especially if the Changelings are somehow incorporated in the main plot.
I'd love to be a human. That'd be really cool. Like, guerilla warfare anarchy badass human resistance lady. XD
Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 1:03 am
PinkieKitty
Hmmm so so so. The nuclear apocalypse hits. Human kind tries to recover, and then BAM, changelings come in and say "no WE can rebuild this thank you very much". Is that right? That sounds pretty cool, especially if the Changelings are somehow incorporated in the main plot.
I'd love to be a human. That'd be really cool. Like, guerilla warfare anarchy badass human resistance lady. XD
Yeah like, I'm thinking changelings would basically just be humans that didn't die from radiation that underwent mutations like, in the weeks after the nuclear event. I imagine the actual plot might take place a few months or maybe even up to a year after the nuclear event, so that there's enough time for a new kind of society to be established, with new cultural norms (though knowing humans, they'd most likely attempt to make things as familiar as possible, and would probably pick changelings as the scapegoat for all their radiation induced woes - perhaps changelings could be immune to radiation?)
I'm thinking like, at first the changelings would be a minority, so humans would treat them with disdain (think X-men basically), but then someone comes along and bands them all together like bricks and mortar, and all of a sudden holy s**t! Changelings go from being this persecuted underdog minority of 'freaks of nature' to a kind of militant group with superhuman abilities, and -given that they used to be/still technically are humans - they know what humans are like and decide 'nah you guys suck at caring for planets, you go now, kthxbye'.
I don't know about the main plot (mostly because I've been pretty distracted with getting/moving house and haven't really paid much attention to anything but this room thus far), but I can probably ask around about it.
I'm glad you want to play a human, I was slightly worried people might all want to be changelings hahah (I'm more partial to playing a changeling myself).
Hmmm so so so. The nuclear apocalypse hits. Human kind tries to recover, and then BAM, changelings come in and say "no WE can rebuild this thank you very much". Is that right? That sounds pretty cool, especially if the Changelings are somehow incorporated in the main plot.
I'd love to be a human. That'd be really cool. Like, guerilla warfare anarchy badass human resistance lady. XD
Yeah like, I'm thinking changelings would basically just be humans that didn't die from radiation that underwent mutations like, in the weeks after the nuclear event. I imagine the actual plot might take place a few months or maybe even up to a year after the nuclear event, so that there's enough time for a new kind of society to be established, with new cultural norms (though knowing humans, they'd most likely attempt to make things as familiar as possible, and would probably pick changelings as the scapegoat for all their radiation induced woes - perhaps changelings could be immune to radiation?)
I'm thinking like, at first the changelings would be a minority, so humans would treat them with disdain (think X-men basically), but then someone comes along and bands them all together like bricks and mortar, and all of a sudden holy s**t! Changelings go from being this persecuted underdog minority of 'freaks of nature' to a kind of militant group with superhuman abilities, and -given that they used to be/still technically are humans - they know what humans are like and decide 'nah you guys suck at caring for planets, you go now, kthxbye'.
I don't know about the main plot (mostly because I've been pretty distracted with getting/moving house and haven't really paid much attention to anything but this room thus far), but I can probably ask around about it.
I'm glad you want to play a human, I was slightly worried people might all want to be changelings hahah (I'm more partial to playing a changeling myself).
Haha, don't worry! I usually like to play the kind of characters others don't want to so we can have a balanced co-host group biggrin That sounds really good! And it works really really well for a Fallout group. I'm excited for this! And I finally have the time to do the Ball again. Feels great. XD
PS: If this is in September then I'll be around to cover night shifts. I have very little time during the day during that month due to a job but that'll be good to have someone cover the nights.
