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 Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 4:57 pm
Short and Simple Introduction ...............Welcome to my little RP I have planned to help us started off in The Round Table! You have been drugged, taken or volunteered to be one our guess in The City of Pitton! The Great City Of The Ocean Floor! Waking up in the dreadful place, it had been ruled over and raided by the creatures of the laboratory. Think of it, as a fantasy remade to be sci-fi. Where you're trapped in a castle and have no idea where you are and your only way to escape is a lever to escape! In this case since it's a sci-fi roleplay it would be a button that will later be revealed further on in the story. I highly recommend that you use a sci-fi only or adaptive RPC for this type of RP. If you don't wish to use your RPC as it would be harmful or other reasons to it's character. You're allowed to quickly make an simple RPC that you can think of. (Soldier, Scientist, Civilian)
The concept of this RP I have created with my friend Killbot is quite simple. Every couple post that go by will be acommpanied by me generating a number between 1-10. 1 being weak and 10 being strong. The number will represent how much and how strong the creatures will be when a horde will randomly find you and try to hunt you down. It will be your duty to survive this game I have set up for you and to find the only escape I have hinted and will guide you to. The main objective in summary is to survive the waves of monsters and try to escape. (Do not escape the city by cracking the cities dome trying to swim to the surface, you'll most likely die and kill everyone else lol) Post length is decided on you, but I would like to see small to medium sized post.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2015 10:44 am
 Through the goodwill of the laboratory, you are rewarded with the joyous experience of the harmonious city that has been besieged in your honor.
Functioning your eyes in confusion from a dark blur to the cold floor tiles as your muffled conscience has been covered in the bitter dark for a length of time. A sleep that was forced upon, Like a mother settling her offspring to sleep. Resting while the melody of the city was being played. It is now the audiences turn to applause at the master piece and to experience the doctors compassion that he gifts to you. So wake up and feel the waves of emotional force by the victims being played like violins as their vocal chords scream into the wicked city. The scraping drums of gears that slowly baffled into silence. The working hands distorted the flutes of infants. The pitched ecstasy of nails dragging and scaring being played like chimes. Your eyes spot the greatly advertised city. Pitton the greatest city of the ocean floor, Breaking above you. Erupting slowly as the futile creatures that now inherit the veins of the city. Blood gurgling victims that now sleep underneath the pouring rivers stain the city floors with their paint.
In front of you, laying and resting. Your standard gear in perfect maintenance or even improved upon. In the middle of your kit of survival a primitive recorder programmed to activate once you have awoken. "You like land don't you? So just press the button.." The voice that hinted at you was in distress, a bit sick and had pity but had malice intentions.With your final arrival, the test for dignity and pride has begun. So make your way through if you dare, the orchestra awaits your audience. You are trapped in the city, but I will let you run free inside my doll house where I can test your patience and tolerance for pain! The second recording began to play as you fully awake. "I have chosen you to be a part of this...Party I have created for you...A critical color on the pallet of art I have created...You see..I'm going to give you real easy objective...Just press the button! Not telling you which button though! Press the button!....AND YOU WIN! Sadly, It won't be as easy since I put a little snacks and pets of mine that I hope enjoy your attention..."Standing up and ready to investigate the empty metal halls of the city you feel an energy surge knock unhinged objects and leaking water aggressively thrash against the force as the noise of one of the power generators explode into the results of an electromagnetic pulse. The hallways are dimmed as the backup generators now temporary support the necessities of survival.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2015 12:50 pm
Knock Knock
A constant eerie drop of liquid howled in the black corridors of the drowning city. A constant sound that would hypnotize the shallow minded with madness. The source unknown, the echoing sound was every as there were leaks at every corner. An annoyance that they should learned to live with that could not go away. The bruising ache that every drop placed on the creatures twisted minds would grant them the motivation to perform revolting tasks. A constant command that reminded them that this place was an abomination, It was there new home. but what kept them there? If the flesh and mind could tolerate the humorous establishment before them, they would be embraced into the truth that the doctor is welcoming them too. Freedom that the innocent would resent as they fear the trembling power. A distinct freedom that only the doctor knows and wants to spread to the rest of the world.
With the desire to accept those who come to him for help, he watched the newcomer in the darkness. Screens and cameras that faintly lit up the hallways with a dim red tint were simultaneously turned on. A light that would give off an instinct to flee as it has shown the amount of concentrated decorations of beauty. Stained walls with aggressively slashed flesh and blood. Insects that were resting were now in a frenzy at the nearest corpse that laid still. Rotting bodies that can be seen as far as the eye can see, there was no number to the victims, they seemed infinite. Hooked onto the ceilings and walls with most of them on the cracking floor. They all laid still, resting. However breathing can still be heard through the echoing hallways of the city. The television screens all changed onto a different station. Broadcasting the appearance of an eyeball that followed their sight towards the newcomers that rung the imaginary doorbell of the city. Soon the door of their awakening would be answered with the creatures welcoming them. For now they must wait until the door of their welcoming is fully opened to swallow him whole.
The recorded went off to spread the mans words of wisdom. "It is often said that monsters exist on inside of us. Not under our beds and in our windows. I believe this is indeed true, to varying degrees. Some people may lock theirs in cages. Well locked. Well contained. Without effort. As if their purity would burn it as it had left. Some have their monsters roam around with them unknowingly, and some have their monsters pushing at them, gnawing at it's restraints. Pleading for release. Others embrace their monsters wholly. Succumb to it." And with that said, The doctor leaves you in the darkness to embrace his work. Taken and forced to live until the hell spawn that lurk sense your presence.
Who's There?
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 3:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 5:06 pm
The bartender of the Fallen bar called Drakes , walked along the street in the darkness cursing himself for not paying attention he was already a horrible creature , and one science didn't need to play with . the burn on his neck glowed as he looked around and kept moving hoping he wouldn't get ambushed and harassed , since that happened once already in his past as he allowed the murkey darkness hidehim and his storm like eyes he just hoped no one bled or else be would kill everything in sight and forever hate himself. He had decided to push the red button his already animalistic mentality and his will not to harm innocents taking its toll on his moral while he kept going refusing to allow the good dr see he was a mythological creature for he was sure he would be strapped down and prodded and poked and experimented on only to increase his kill drive the maddening force behind the burn on his neck he flared his nostrils to see if there was anything near him only to smell blood and death as he softly growls as the blood smell began to wake up the beast inside him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 11:46 pm
 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rico S-045
Rank: Captain
Class: Spartan II
Service Branch:Navy
Military Operational Specialty: SpecOps, Recon
Vessel: UNSC Happy Days
Location: Lost in the City
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mood: Happy to be Alive
Disposition Annoyed
"Happy is the day we live in, for tomorrow may be our last." Rico
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Rico opened his eyes his head was pounding slightly as his armors systems slowly came online the last thing he remembered was an air drop then some nut running at time and an explosion. Rico shrugged it off as best he could while his shields and power systems returned to normal, he looked around but saw no signs of explosion or damage to the area around him and quickly drew his service pistol as he took stock of his surroundings.
He found his pistol fully loaded and his grenades were restocked all the damage from his previous battle was gone and the only thing not right was the voice coming from the speakers of a small recording device, scanning for life signs and topographical data Rico quickly began to look for anyway out of this strange place that resembled a bad dream more then anything else. Double checking his equipment Rico found he has extra rounds and what appeared to be an old combat shotgun still in working order fully loaded and ready with different rounds of ammunition.
With that final check Rico set off to find the "mystic button" heading in the direction towards the largest structure visible and with the least amount of probable danger, hoping he wouldn't have to fire off a round and alert anyone of his position.
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CaptainKillbot Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 12:38 am
Having someone apparently hitting you and literally sacking you didnt occur to the traveler as "one of those events that would happen" but it seems he had become a victim of it.He was left with his pistol and scythe altogether and most of his pouches werent gone either with the relics still there,but what bother him is his scythe fully awakened and the mournfull breeze blowing intensely on every direction filling every pathways, corners and even walls with the soul petals.It was like that same day were he first awoke to how he plummeted the world to its end.
He checked his suroundings for clues if there be other living poeple in here,but to no luck and was only given the choice to walk inside the dank place, he heard growls however and to fully prove those growls hostiles is his sythes thirst and hyperactivity "this place must be a wonderland for you isnt it" ,those words he said ,and quite jokingly hi did ,but to his concern.he proceded his travel to this godforsaken place. after some time of walking ,he appeard before a red button. he pressed the button and waited for a reaction ,but heard only gears shifting and turning and the same music that was played in his wake.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:30 am
"You'll never wake up, your mind will always remain sleep. Conjured away from immortality with wicked deeds. You don't understand the right to become a leader, do you? Foolish minds never get by! Stop wasting time, wake up..wake up...wake..UP!" The voice echoed out in the young mans head as he woke from the presence of a current dream. Gathering his full plane of thought and reality, it was a quite disturbing environment to begin with. Damp, moist..humid. Haruka didn't realize what his dream had meant until overhearing the finishing words from the announcer who was probably behind bringing him here. Where on Earth did he end up? At first he remembers encountering a Dragon God's alliance with a misunderstood bounty hunter. Everything began to erupted based on his righteous decision. If it weren't for that decision he wouldn't be surviving in the midst of this scene now. Although he practiced his composure, Haruka found this place to be far than what meets the daily eye.
Holding the recorder in his hand, Haruka thought he printed out a well size map of the landscape he had setup, if he wanted to get out that is. Placing the audio file in his pocket then taking a move forward, Haruka came across a workbench to where he would be able to stimulate his weapons and armor, increasing the durability and dexterity affiliates. He dressed in all black equipped to a shoulder plate which sat above a sheet of thin complex metal like material shirt, his pant legs were the same as the arm gauntlets and steel toed boots. Enough for him to survive brute blows siding with his obtained ability. To finish his attachments he acquired a headband to shape off his hair from intervening with competitive affairs barely expecting to take on anything he could less likely handle.
Scanning the sewer linked area he registered everything he noticed as he could dealing with a flickering nuisance, everything he brought with him was still equipped: Katana, survival and ace training gear. "I need to get out here now. This place is too jittery." he looked around for an opening as he lifting his tapped down foot off the soaked floor, launching his movement slowly passed fleets of stairs. Haruka began to noticed the passage ways he had been taking lead up to the similar rooms. The creeping noise from a nearby door slightly spun open, inside there had been a noticeable button of some sort. Haruka was weary of this sort of contraption at all, he momentarily pressed against the springs then pulled his finger back to its previous atmosphere. Obviously someone wanted him to press against the or a platform causing a reaction to show its face, what would happen if he didn't? Haruka could hear the cries chiming off the horrid violin music banging against his ear drums.
Character: Haruka Ueno. Location: Historical Castle - Wheatly's playground. Status: Alive. Mood: Calm.
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Doctor Wheatley generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
3!
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 10:12 pm
Hide & Seek In the manifest of their wake, Some of the sheepish minds have already sheltered their curiosity and put their unworthy hands on a button that laid before them. Such a quick attempt to bring a scare escape at an obvious revelation. Drawing out the voice once again. "WRONG BUTTON!.... Somebody already pressed the button? You didn't think it would be that easy would you?" A brief pause was selected until the screams of horror would awaken through the metal walls. At the location of those desperate who dare press the button, their sector started to revile in alarms reviving the abolished flesh that would come to the announcement of their location. The hunt would begin as the crawling mothers sent their children to be nurtured. All around their sectors would bring in the instincts to feed their children. Accepting the war cries of the button that have revealed their location, The packs of child that have been obliged the challenged now all began to charge towards the alarms locations. From multiple directions the ceaseless steps of the flesh tearing children would disrupt the rest of the shallow water that they stood in. The mothers eager to care for their offspring were determined to flash each step with aggressiveness to motivate their monstrous instincts into their children that charged ahead of them. Carrying their babies on their backs inside of the pockets of flesh have anchored them and the weight have slowed their efforts. The children would have to nominate themselves as the hunters of the pack and grind their numbers against the chosen preys of the alarms. Using their lethal claws to hook themselves so they can climb on the metal ceilings and walls. The numbered clawed armies would soon drop down from above and mount themselves of their prey. "I'll see if you're worth talking to afterwards if you can just babysit a few children..."
(Recommended Information on Mothers and Children)
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 4:52 am
As the the gears shifted and turned,the traveler took notice of a steel gate just above a floor opening ,and inside it creatures of grotesque appearance came out and had suddenly chased him.The traveler fled the scene as so that he wouldnt get caught in unnecessary combat ,being that he had survived something similar to this in one of his travel ,he tried to outwit the creatures but would only fail as the creature already had his scent.
With no choice but combat he let his own beast manifest a creature one would call dullahan.The traveler let the headless reaper run rampart and decimate his pursuers and after a while ,the creatures were already dwindling in numbers and the remaining ones left retreating temporarily.His scythe ,although battle sated ,having released one of its familiar craved for more battle and blood,and a voice he had not heard in a long time spoke.
"indeed this place is a wonderland ,and its just like home ahahahahaha".
What he fears to surface is now climbing back and he knows it would again take long to satisfy the urges of the one familiar called Satan.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 6:32 am
Sam picked up the scent of newly shead blood and began to comb thru the dead body's soon coming g to a stop to look t the traveler the keys hanging from his neck as he fell to the ground as the stronger blood smell began to effect him as he changed to a huge standing wolf looking creature genetically enhanced to look as if on fire a gift from the laboratory called shinra and moved closer to the traveler and sniffed him . having been trained/tortured by hojo to respond to blood as a stimuli to kill and destroy .
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 11:45 am
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rico S-045
Rank: Captain
Class: Spartan II
Service Branch:Navy
Military Operational Specialty: SpecOps, Recon
Vessel: UNSC Happy Days
Location: Lost in the City
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mood: Happy to be Alive
Disposition Annoyed
"Happy is the day we live in, for tomorrow may be our last." Rico
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With that final check Rico set off to find the "mystic button" heading in the direction towards the largest structure visible and with the least amount of probable danger, hoping he wouldn't have to fire off a round and alert anyone of his position.
Rico heard the voice on talk about a wrong button and wondered who would be stupid enough to press a button without knowing what it did. He didn't waste much time after that quickly moving to the high ground by climbing up on top of a small building and getting ready while he scanned the area with his many sensors. However after some time of not detecting any movement Rico started to wonder if he was in a sector flooded with enemy units.
Rico was a little laid back letting the shotgun go to a magnetic locking position replacing his DMR and just hung out watching for any visual traces of movement however seeing no water on the ground he was confused as to whether there was a sub-level and if some poor unfortunate souls were trapped in the belly of the beast.
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CaptainKillbot Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 6:11 pm
What was the concept behind such a contraption? It was an open minded ideal but what was the real purpose behind the button that needed to be found? What really was the outcome behind it-was there a prize? Perhaps there was a prize behind it, a wicked mail delivery from the look of things not to mention the raspy sounding man speaking through the intercom. Haruka continued to flee down the service road of the foul smelling sewer, he had been aware of the mechanical gears grinding against one another aside from the creepy climbing metal sounds. As he woke up further into the dwelling knee high water, the aroma exceeded even more fouler than it did before. Despite all the nuisances Haruka needed to find a way out of the sewer as soon as possible, there was no way he was going to stand around and babysit any of this freaks abominations, well at least he thought otherwise.
While darting towards what seemed to have looked like an exit route, Haruka noticed a creature gleaming at him with a screech to add to the introduction. "....", Haruka starred at the thing but obviously the child or mother-load had been alerting their kin. Without any hesitation, Haruka stepped in a new direction opposite from where he was heading and where he had left from, it may not have seemed wise but the landmarks that he scooped out proved otherwise. Directing his movement down a new path only gathered the crawlers to chase and meet up with Haruka in the long run but the plan was based off of drawing them all out, well the creatures during this phase. He could only imagine what the others would look like if they presented themselves. Haruka breed a handful of alternatives and needed to use one of them if anything goes down however using the ability given to him by Sheke was made for close combat or how he felt it should be used as for now Haruka leaped towards a ladder case that lead to an upper level from the sewer.
Scurrying at a hastened speed, Haruka could hear the crawlers growing closer to his location luckily he had drowned his fist into the pillar that blocked him from reaching the road he needed to within the castle. Quickly Haruka kicked the pillar over to the open sewer way. He was calm and there was no need to stay here any longer while having creatures such as these attracted to his scent of even his face. No way. "Now I need to get further away." scanning the area, Haruka noticed off the back where he was destined to travel and jetted that way no worried about taking combat into his own hands if he even wanted to more so when he properly needed to. Keeping his katana at hands reach, Haruka continued to build up his landmarks of the proclaimed structure while stamping his boots on the rock pillared ground.
Character: Haruka Ueno. Location: Historical Castle - Wheatly's playground. Status: Alive. Mood: Calm.
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