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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 2:11 pm
((Risk))
...People are a curse.
A plague, if you will.
Think about it...they ebb and flow in masses, causing mass destruction, pollution, corruption and waste wherever they go. The planet would be much better off without them. They are the very bane of ecology, let alone nature and even peace. Were it not for humans, the earth would be perfect. Beautiful greens, raging blues, and natural wonders found nowhere else in the entire universe.
But yet...here it is. The human race. A pile of s**t, honestly.
It's like one big, long line. Always crowding...always filling up...never getting anywhere...
God, this woman could drone on. What was she, king of the world? Every ******** day, these little uptight Lonarians go on and on about how humans are "anti-life" and "evil". Didn't they realize what their race was made of? A bunch of flame-slinging, summon-casting, claw-wielding freakshows. That's what.
As the nervous alien mother took her approved papers and brought her son over to the waiting booth with all the rest.
Risk had almost hoped he didn't hear hear her conversation with the enlister at the front desk. It always got him down, because his thoughts always moved in a vicious cycle...shock, retaliation, realization, depression.
Didn't they realize what their race was made of?
Shock.
A bunch of flame-slinging, summon-casting, claw-wielding freakshows.
Retaliation.
A new feeling always arises around...yep. Here it is....
I'm one of ******** one of them...
Depression.
And so it went for him, day after day. As he stood there, presiding over the filling of the ranks yet again, he waited and waited for a sign of hope.
One never came. Until now.
"Risk! Risk! Code red at the main hub!"
It was Barney. A bit of a screwball, this man always blew any tiny emergency out of proportion. Speaking of proportion, how the hell did the little porker fit into that uniform of his? Oh well...never mind. It was a short jog to the main Resistance building, and since he basically owed his whole life to the militia group, he had no choice but to play along.
Hey, at least he got to skip "The Crying Game" portion of recruitment. ******** mothers. Just let go already.
[Activated. You may start now.]
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:04 pm
There were many things Risk did not understand, and it appeared that today every single one of them was running through his head without restraint or rest. They kept cycling, repeating, and recycling themselves through his brain, to the point that he felt like a machine. A computer, programmed only to think what it is told to think, and say what it was told to say.
Here it came, that cycle again.
Why? Why is this my life? After all I do, every day, why is it always the same?
Shock.
I am a machine...
Retaliation
A machine for these people, who s**t on me and still expect me to fightt for them.
Realization
It was the same as the last time.
But... what else can I do? I am one of them. This is what I have... and She crushed it...
Depression
And so continued Risk's now half numbed thoughts, so redundant that he had even started to grow apathetic to their meaning.
Then came Porky's shouting.
"Risk! Risk! Code red at the main hub!"
Risk blinked as anyone would, but it was one of those subtle and silent gestures that was somehow different than before. It was like waking up.
Even if Barney's hysterics were just another bullshit, it was still code red.
Risk got up without a word, his mind shut off to the bitchings of yet another Lonarian mother, and set his legs in motion. To him, the jog to the main hub was no different than walking, only that it was faster. His body had transcended being winded by a jog. He could sprint the 50 yard stretch and feel fresh and clean the moment after.
He jogged. He arrived. He opened te door, and entered with composure as he always did.
Well, usually. Today, yes. Tomorrow, yes. Hopefully.
The door opened, and Risk took in what his eyes revealed to him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:48 am
((Risk))
As soon as the pair threw the doors open to hit the main path, it was obvious how much of a mess they were in...
Porky stammered at the sight before him.
"I...I...oh, dear...this is bad, Spade. Really, really BAD."
What was there, you ask?
Well...you see, Lonarians were a decent addition to earth's population. They added a bit of...flavor, you know? And since they've been all "swirled" into the melting pot that is the human race...no big deal, right?
Wrong. For, when the Lonarian race first sprang to earth from the bowels of Hell long ago...they brought not only demons and soulless beings...
They brought the wrath of Hell itself.
Now, thankfully...most of the creatures and "baddies" have all since been pushed into the enigmatic depths of the Great Scar...
But this was one shining exception.
It was a beast unlike Risk had ever seen in his entire life. And he'd seen quite a few.
To be honest, its genius led itself to creative design. Whatever this creature could do, it could most likely do well. How did it look? Well...it was huge, that was for sure. It definitely towered over Risk, and he was a man of good stature. The beast also looked utterly fearsome, with a milky-white body, preying mantis-like body and enormous presence and drive. Everything seemed to be armored with a light exoskeleton, and its head bore a large green crystal that undoubtedly served some destructionary purpose. Not much could be made out about its head, which most likely sported a huge set of crushing teeth.
Yep. Did I mention arms completely made up of full-force shredding power? Yeah. That too. It's kind of covered in the whole..."mantis" thing.
A weakpoint, however. Its joints seemed to be a little weak...as if the thing was "built" in sections. Hm. Odd.
<>
[R, B, Ph]
Barney stepped back in fear, defensively brandishing a pair of 9MM pistols.
"Uh...boss...why don't you go ahead and attack first? Heh...that may be the best thing for both of us."
<<ATTACKING
Attacking is a great way to do damage without having anything backfire. It causes physical infliction, determined by STR and weapon ATK. For a character like Risk, attacking isn't such a bad thing.
To do so, simply describe your course of action and input
<> to "enemy".
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 9:02 am
If there is one thing you learn in The Resistance, it is that you will always be outnumbered. You will always be out gunned. Compared to the man power of CORP, The Resistance was a fly on their bestial backside. Except that this fly had brains. Really cunning and determined brains. The way you insured your survival in this world is to remain inconspicuous. Then, when faced with combat and overwhelming odds, resort to the tried and true plan of guerrilla warfare. Duck and cover. Hide yourself, and strike at them from the shadows.
Risk HATED this plan of action, but he knew that this time he didn't have much of a choice. The second his synapses fired in his brain, and he had assessed the threat, he leapt backwards out of the still open doorway, his left hand firmly fastened on the back of Barney's collar. He didn't think Barney would need much more coaxing to get the ******** out of their than to have his supervisor yank him backwards.
He quickly, but quietly, shut the door in front of them with his free hand, leaving a small gap between the door and its frame so that he could keep tabs on the giant... bug... thing. When they entered the Hub, it hadn't turned towards them, or really acknowledged him or Barney at all. Maybe it hadn't seen, or sensed, them yet. But first things first.
"Barney, what the ******** is that thing doing in the HUB?" How it even got through the doorway was beyond him. Of course, maybe it had found another way in, but he had been assured that the only ways to get into the Hub were through the doors...
Sliding his boot up to the door, he positioned it so that the inch wide gap in the door didn't close as he liberated his 9mm from its holster at his right hip. He kept his left eye on the crack, looking through the first room of the Hub, where the mantis was. Had the bug done any real damage yet? Were there casualties? And of course, where it came from. Granted, the last question he had may not have an obvious answer given what he could see in the room, but he kept it in mind as he looked around.
All the while, he kept himself engaged. His eye constantly flickering back to Mr. Big and Ugly. In case the bug -had- seen them, and was ready to punch a hole through the door with one of those big a** claws of its, he would be ready.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2007 9:55 pm
((Risk))
In the heat of battle, it is hard to check one's surroundings, however useful they may be. Would you like to sacrifice a turn to do so?
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 10:24 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 10:34 am
((Bayne))
[This isn't indoors. Sorry for not making that clear earlier.]
The area between the Resistance Barracks/Training Grounds and the main building was almost like a courtyard. Pretty flowers. Sidewalks. Grass. ******** HUGE BEAST. Trees.
There were no casualties yet, but it seemed that there would be many soon to come. Now, the far end, to the main hall, was capped with a set of double doors - blue-painted steel. They would be a great portal for backup to come wailing through to help you...but the monster's legs and back were pressed right up against the bricked face that contained the doors. Awesome.
There was something else, though.
You know those big doors? They have small, vertical windows. One of them was broken, and though it was mainly covered up by the creature's leg, it seemed that whoever had smashed the glass thought big...
Two C4 charges rested by the creature's feet.
Barney is frightened!
Phear readies Alternate!
(-40 MP)
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 10:38 am
<
In the heat of battle, one may always look around at their surroundings. No one has done this before Risk. It doesn't really matter, because this is one of the only times it's necessary.
Now, when you "OBSERVE", simply enter that command. I will describe what is there. Usually, it will just be description of area for your improvisation needs, but with BOSSES, things may be different. You could turn a regular boss into an event boss in one turn.>>
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2007 11:55 am
((No worries :] I apologize. I assumed that the hub was a building.)) C4? What the hell? The reasons ran through Risk's mind like a race horse. Was there a third party involved? Why were there BOMBS in the middle of the main hub? He would assume that the Semtex was live and could be detonated at any time. Any idiot soldier who had watched too many action films would immediately aim for the Semtex. It was a sure fire way of eliminating the target, and ensuring its obliteration. However, a commander thought differently than a soldier. Two charges of C4 was enough to blow away the front of the building like it was cardboard. Risk didn't want to destroy the base. He wanted a ******** promotion, and he wasn't going to get one by turning Resistance HQ into a smoking crater, and killing his own men. His eyes continued observing the other anomalies around them. For example, he had been wrong about the bug not spotting them. It was doing something, and it was most likely not going to be pretty. His next observation was that Barney was beginning to hyperventilate, and sweating like a pig. He set his off hand firmly on Barney's shoulder, and made damn damn sure Barney knew he wasn't going anywhere. "Barney, don't run... remember your training. Target its joints. Count your shots... Stay. CALM."As he was saying this, Risk had raised his 9mm level with the bug's right "knee," and went through all the motions in the blink of an eye. It might take a man many moments to line up a shot and fire with the confidence that he was going to hit his target. Risk wasn't one of them. He may be an Orientation Leader now, but he WAS, and still IS a commander. His gun is simply an extension of his eyes and hand. He lined up, and fired a two round burst. < >
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 7:01 pm
((Risk))
[Question - Where's the character Profile I'd asked you to post?]
Risk attacks...
128 damage!
Phear appears shaken.
Barney fires shots...
99 damage!
Phear appears shaken.
Though the attacks were doing considerable damage, that C4 seemed to be a quicker alternative to what could be a drawn-out fight. It was a risk...but it was an option.
Meanwhile, the beast seemed to store and release, rather quickly, two great surges of energy in its massively adorned cranium...
Neither of you knew what hit you...just...scathing white light...
<>
Risk takes 240 damage!
<>
Barney takes 227 damage!
Next Round.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 8:39 am
((You asked me to psot it? I'm really sorry, I thought that you were going to post all the information we exchanged through PMs in that thread with all the character profiles. How would you like me to go about it?))
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:17 pm
[Just post the information under [Mental] Risk Fader. smile ]
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 3:08 pm
((I'm going to go ahead and apologize for the up and coming uninspired post. I drained my creative fluids on Alteron this afternoon.)) Risk couldn't do anything but through his arms before his face. He felt as if he was being cooked alive, the hair on his arms curling from the sheer heat of the light. If he had not closed his eyes, there was no doubt that he would have been blinded. Perhaps permanently. However... suddenly the feeling of pain and overwhelming heat that flooded over him was replaced and overpowered by something quite different. Something cold, and implacable. Before his eyes were open again, Risk's arms were moving. His gun hand was leveling with the C4. His off hand simply fell to his side. This wasn't simple anger. He no longer cared. ******** the building. ******** the Hub. <******** THE RESISTANCE. < >
Semtex in his sights, he pulled the trigger. Let it all come down. Let the HUB crumble, and let the Resistance go with it. They ******** him. They ******** him, and left him there. All based on the accusations of one woman. A b***h.
Lucille.
But as suddenly as he pulled the trigger, something was changed. That feeling was gone, and all that was left was Risk. Risk, hopeless in the wake of what he had just done.
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folchinator rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 3:34 pm
((Risk))
[Battle posts SHOULD be short. You can breeze through quicker.]
The bullet bounced off the C4, doing absolutely nothing...
What the hell?
Meanwhile, standing next to him, Barney had thrust his left hand forward, chanting unkown words at the pile of explosives...
Jesus, when'd he learn magic?
Turning to the commander, Barney's eyes filled with tears...why the sudden emotion?
And then it hit.
"Sir...I can't let you do that. The C4 must be positioned at the creature's joints, or maybe even that crystal...I will do my best, but if something goes wrong...*gulp*...I want you to shoot, OK? Just...not yet. I don't think they were intended for such massive destruction..."
Barney's Heroism
The cadet has now dashed into the creature's lair...every time his turn comes around, he will try to place a C4.
I will roll two d8s, 1-4 indicating failure and 5-8 indicating success.
The first one is the PLANT. A success means one bomb triggered and placed.
The second is the ENEMY. Success means a dodge, but failure means Barney will be taking some damage...a 5 dodge roll will also DISTRACT Phear for a turn.
Should Barney KO or go HP critical, he will prompt you to shoot EVERYWHERE. This multi-attack post will be sanctioned by me. Hopefully by then, at least one bomb will be ready.
Barney gives Risk 12 9MM bullets!
Barney attempts to plant a C4 on Phear's right Knee...
And can't stick it!
Phear swipes with conviction...
And misses, DISTRACTING itself!
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 5:18 pm
((Risk))
[An oversight by myself. The SWIPE by Phear and PLANT by Barney both count for their actions. Your goal is to just keep trying to help by shooting the beast. Thanks.]
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