RULES!!! PLEASE READ THROUGH!!!

ANY COMMENTS OR SUGGESTIONS OR CRITICISMS WILL BE TAKEN NOTICE OF, SO IF YOU SEE ANYTHING MISSING, OR WANT SOMETHING REMOVED TELL IT TO ME IN Out Of Character mode or email me at nerfherder85@hotmail.com

basics:

[anything enclosed in brackets is out of character]

*Anything inside asterisks are to make actions of sorts for example:*

*John Doe orders a Pina Colada from the bar*

otherwise just type in normal

Detailed rules:
[Ok, rules rules. No messing up of the story! That means no one throwing rabid mongooses at each other Ok? Not a flaming war either ok? and don't take stuff too seriously. Do not to be very sick/graphic either (PG-13} You can have a max of two alter ego's.]

[The point of this thread is its an experiment, This is pretty much a role playing thread. Everyone is in control of themselves and only themselves. The setting is an island city known as Sanctuary. The south of the isle is a rich-tourist-classy-resort area with swimming pools in about every yard and casinos by the dozen, while the east end is The City, where the citizens go about their lives, there are about two dozen skyscrapers, and a big Docks area with huge freight ships coming and going. The west part is mostly desert (no cactuses though, just dunes) with a few oasises. The center of the island has an extinct volcano crater, which houses the Airport and Zeppelin Aerodrome.]

[It is the NEAR future but still a bit of the stylized 30's revival exists, thus anything plausible (Zeppelin style transports, Fast Laptops, Good medical service, etc...) is possible. Be a criminal if you want (deal booze, it is a time of prohibition... certain donts apply such as no drugs, prostition, or torture), but don't be too powerful (for gameplays sake), because there is a strong police force with elite SWAT teams (you can recruit in them too). Own your own house, pet(s), yacht, helicopter, car, nightclub etc... Respawn time is one hour after the post in which you died, you can respawn at the outskirts of any general point you want (desert, Airport, Resorts, City). Sanctuary runs at Massassi time]

[Please describe your character every once in a while (attire, mood, Hairstyle, posture, build... etc). Your characters start at either the airport or the docks. After every post please include the following: Health Status: (from Full Health to Weary to Flesh Wound to Mediocre Health to Critical to Comatose/Dead/unconcious) Health gets raised by going to the Hospital if it has been injured or by sleeping. Remember, you ARE human and thus VULNERABLE. You do not lose health by not eating or drinking etc...]

Enjoy your stay on Sanctuary!

the game is now active There will be a map up soon!

*fires up Terragen and Photoshop*

[This message has been edited by Daeron the Nerfherder (edited August 24, 2000).]

Here we have THE MAP OF SANCTUARY!!!
*Daeron waves the Map around excitedly for all to see!*

Cool Tip: on the north east peninsula there is a hill (see the swirly roads) and an observatory, its a cool place for a showdown

The Isle is about 40 km across! Plenty of room for everyone!

I think I might as well start a char

[This message has been edited by Daeron the Nerfherder (edited August 24, 2000).]

Make it StarWars and ill do it.

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Two days later on the bridge of the "Old Reb" their was the solem duty of buring one of the rebels own. As the sealed casket was shot off into space a lone figure was seen in the corner of the room looking at the casket paying his own from of respect to the fallen hero. I quick salute with a saber was the only light seen. -A Pilot's Honor

*/me turns into a god and burns the whole galaxy down*

There.
RPG is now over.


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Wreaking havoc at the AC forum and trying to pull lost Massassian souls back to JK, one post at a time.
JOIN THE REBELLION TODAY!
-Grand Admiral of the rebellion agains the evil AC empire-

So, what thread does this take place???

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Mein Name ist Zechs Merquise!

This is me I am the chief of police. Right now im in my Mobile Sui.... I mean Car going from the small island to the big island.
Health 100/100
Stamina 100/100
Strength 100/100
Gas 99.99/100 (Cars gotta move somehow)



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*I dont mind being the god of death forever* DÜò MÀxWë¿¿
Member of the Gwing Tourny
Commander of Fleet 32B Agianst The Evil Empire Of A.C. And Federal Agent Agianst SS2

*sleepy arrives on the docks with a suitcase packed with some high quality booze for the locals, he's in a very "happy" mood*

*he's dressed in typical tourist attire for an island holiday and some light hustling*

i'm gonna go down to the beach to relax for a while before i do anything...

*Duo wipes some donut crumbs as he pulls up to the airport. As he gets in the plane he notices a piece of metal on the tire. As he reaches over to pick it off he is blown off his feet as the plane explodes.*
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ugh
*Duo blacks out and later wakes up at the hospitol with
Health 32/100 *OUCH*
Stamina 3/100
Strength 10/100
Gas *none* his vehicle blew up.

Me a Gran(No not your granny, the three eye guys you find in Nar sharada)I'm a gang leader and very dangerous! GRRR...!
Health 100/100
Stamina 100/100
Strength 75/10
Blaster: repeater
Ammo: 50

What a min is this a star wars RPG?

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Vader:Luke! I'am your Father!
Luke:Really?
Vader: Nah! Just Kidding!

/me grabs an otter and throws it at Bp's character

[*sigh* you spend three hours making up something in the middle of the night, for the community. And what happens...

*groan*

Awww... screw it... Some people....

Well, at least Sleepy tried something ALONG the lines.

Fine, I'll MAKE a STAR WARS one since it seems its the only thing people here can agree about...

What did I do wrong...]

*Daeron arrives at the airport, being really depressed he walks straight into the propeller of a zeppelin and disintegrates "Raiders of the Lost Ark" style*

Well I tried but then after I posted I noticed you had to start at the dock or airport.

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*I dont mind being the god of death forever* DÜò MÀxWë¿¿
Member of the Gwing Tourny
Commander of Fleet 32B Agianst The Evil Empire Of A.C. And Federal Agent Agianst SS2

[Daeron, I like your idea. I tried to post, but IE timed out and I couldn't post! I had a very nice intro for my character. I'll type it out in a bit.]

[why stop now jus because some people messed it up, just ignore their posts and continue]

I'm a lonely old stargazer who lives in the obsrevatory on the hill,

Health 100/100
Stamina 67/100
Strenth 50/100
Weapon Byar Pistol (for pretection)
Ammo: 25

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"BOOMBADA!" He exclaimed with great relish.
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Health 50/100
Stamina 25/100
Strength 25/100

Duo stands up and looks out the hospitol window. He sees a certian sleepy jedi walking along the dock. Duo trys to wave but he has run out strenght and dosnt feel good right now. As he looks out the other window he sees a man walking into a propeller. As the man gets choped up Duo picks up the phone and dials for the police on the little island. No one picks up the phone and Duo is forced to get out of bed. As he passes a tray off food he graps a coke and starts to chug it down. He immediatly spits it out and says something about it being flat.

Duos mystery will continue in a ehile now lets hear from sleepy jedi

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*I dont mind being the god of death forever* DÜò MÀxWë¿¿
Member of the Gwing Tourny
Commander of Fleet 32B Agianst The Evil Empire Of A.C. And Federal Agent Agianst SS2

[Errr... You don't have to type in all the data, (read the rules) just health, you've got practically unlimited stuff otherwise (hey, you have to be rich to get on to this island)... Oh and BTW, it's not exactly Starwars... instead, think of a cross of Grim Fandango, and errr... Batman the Animated series (minus the superheroes and skeletons). ART DECO FOREVER!!! Errr... and please refrain from taking any of the "Power positions" (Mayor, Chief of Staff, Commander of SWAT etc...) as that would remove the sense of character if EVERYONE is someone of importance... Rather consider yourself starting from the bottom or neutral. You've emigrated here to start a new life. Just make it up from there. Glad to see SOME of you appreciating my work any suggestions? questions? comments?]

[heck, here goes]

*Daeron steps off the Zeppelin that has just arrived at Sanctuary Airport*

Daeron Manta, a young man with blue-grey eyes, and medium length wavy brown hair. He is currently dressed in a smart white looking suit with a a black bow-tie. His hair is combed back, and slick with Gel. His right cheek bears a slight indentation from a blade fight he had gotten in that had ended up with him getting banished from his own co-owned Nightclub. Striding confidently forward, with long gaiting steps he spots someone with a sign labeled Daeron. Smiling he greets the man and soon finds the keys of a top model coupé sports car in his palm. Grinning, he finds the car, and starts up the engine.

*VRrrrRRnnn! the engine purs happily*

*Wishing to test out the acceleration, he floors the pedal and happily cruises along the southern cliffs towards his late uncle's villa at the south-east area of the island*

Status:
Weary (from Jetlag)
Armed (Hold out pistol, dissassembled in his baggage)

*Later, Daeron arrives at the Villa.*

It is a nice white three story building with an orange roof. It has multiple balconies and large windows along the ground floor showing panoramic vistas of the surrounding envirnoment.

*Daeron glances down at his wristwatch*

It seems to have automatically adjusted itself thanks to it's satellite adjustment system. Noticing that it is over 1pm and he hasn't eaten for hours (had a breakfast on the zeppelin over) he decides to head towards the city and see if he could find a suitable place to eat something.

*Daeron exits the villa, locking the doors and arming the security systems as he goes towards his car.*

*Daeron assembles his hold out pistol and loads it with three high kinetic energy bullets before disassembling it into two parts which he stows in his inner jacket pockets respectively.*

He mutters something about the rising crime rate in the "city" to himself.

*Daeron starts up the car and heads towards the city*

Status:
(still) weary
armed (dissassembled hold out pistol in his jacket)

[Ok, that does it for tonight, I hope you people get the point and the "feel" of the RPG now. It's pretty much so that you are writing your own interactive story which is affected (or at least should be, if enough people join) by others. I might put in some random events soon, if this whole thing works (anyone got any ideas? Assassination? Underground rebellion? Too much crime, resulting in a curfew? All you have to do is update your story every now and then, and if there has been an "event" maybe describe how your alter-ego(s) were affected by it. BTW: I think I'm going to make it legal for citizens to carry weapons so long as they are semi-automatic and hidden from plain view ?]

[Good night, citizens of Sanctuary (all 4 or 5 of you ]

[Well, here goes again. I hope it goes through this time!]

*Zechs Merquise, gambler and pilot, looks around at the airport. His balloon, his way of traveling, is similar to ballons that carry people, only it has two air thrusters on the side for navigation purposes. Zechs has on a leather jacket, a black shirt, and black pants. He wears some expensive sunglasses.*

Ahh, what a beautiful place. The air is very healthy here. I ought to make a bundle of money here.

*Zechs has long, silver/blonde hair. His eyes are a piercing green, somewhat emerald. Zechs is the son of a wealthy business man, who never had time for his family. Zechs has traveled the world, looking for the perfect place. He acquired his balloon in Bloosva, formerly Spain. It was taken over by the Germans in the War of European Air. He has made much money from his ventures, and lost a great deal too. After a stop off in USA, he learned of the island called Sanctuary. He then bought a small house in the country.*

Well, no need to wait any longer, I might as well drop off my stuff. I'll go as the information center for a map of the area.

*Zechs walks over and gets a map. He gives the receptionist a few coins, the current currency in Bloosva. The receptionist smiles at Zechs. Zechs goes over to his balloon and gets in. After prepping the air thruster engines, he rises up into the air. He sets off for his house, near the center of the island.*

Status:
Health- 100/100
Weary

Weapons:
small pistol
taser

Accessories:
ring
watch

[More to come soon...]

[edit: Oh yeah, Daeron said that this takes place in the near future, so I decided to write some history! Hehe, have a country taken over, and create a new war.]

[This message has been edited by Zechs Merquise (edited August 25, 2000).]

Duo runs out of the hospitol and into his car. As he drives to the area where he saw a man get choped up he almost runs over a poor little bunny rabbit. As he looks back up from his bag of donuts he sees a teletubbie like creature crossing the road. He immediatly guns the engine and runs over the helpless creature. He pulls on to a dirt road and heads back to his house. When he gets home he finds out that Zechs has been sleeping with his wife! J/K! Duo walks into his house and turns the t.v. to Gundam Wing. After watching himself kickbutt he heads down to the beach binhind his house.
Health 75/100
Status Weary
Armed Glock Pistol in coat


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*I dont mind being the god of death forever* DÜò MÀxWë¿¿
Member of the Gwing Tourny
Commander of Fleet 32B Agianst The Evil Empire Of A.C. And Federal Agent Agianst SS2

[Providing some background]

A light wind blows, whistling around the barnacle covered posts of the dock, joining the gentle and continuous lapping of the waves in a symphony of sound broken only by the shrill cry of the gulls. A massive tanker is being unloaded by several men wearing stained and dirty overalls and standard issue yellow hard hats. They call to one another as they work, unloading and stacking wooden crates with a sturdy crane, yelling gruff instructions or simply chatting with one another.

The hull of the boat is dull black, with a thick red stripe running from bow to stern. The name of the boat is the Hellen's Fire, but despite the exciting name it is a decidedly boring ship. It has seen many years of service, and suffers from rusting gears and peeling paint. Beyond these small shortcomings, however, she is a faithful and sea-worthy vessel, successfully hauling load after load of unknown cargo for almost a year now.

Up on the deck, there are more workers pushing carts full of crates to the unloading area. The wheels of their carts squeel across the deck in the seawater that has splashed aboard, but the men ignore the noise, whistling tunes and laughing loudly at crude jokes. It is nearly noon, and everyone is very hungry, eager to finish their work so they can go ashore and sample the local ale and perhaps meet some of the local women. The santuary is well known for both, and these men are finding it hard to focus on their job with the beaches so close to the dock. Nonetheless, they continue, crate after crate finding a new home in the dock warehouse.

In the wheel house the captain is sleeping, a muffled snore audiable as he slumbers. The dim light in the control room and a sleepless night at sea in the midst of last night's storm have sent him into a deep sleep, his feet propped up upon the wheel of the Hellen's Fire and his arms crossed behind his head. His grizzled and scarred face sports a week of stubble, and his spectacles hang at an odd angle off of his nose. He is perhaps the only person aboard who knows the secrets of the crate's contents, but he is unable to impart that knowledge to anyone as he sleeps away the hot hours of the day. Suddenly his slumber is broken, and a fury of shouts erupts outside the wheelhouse on the main deck.

The crane faltered under the control of a lazy operator, and a crate has slipped from its straps. It teeters on the edge of chaos, swinging slowly back and forth as if in slow motion. The men below watch in horror as it falls completly out of its harness, tumbling to the dock below. They hold up their arms to shield themselves from harm, but the crate continues its downward fall. Will disasterous consequences ensue?

- Neb

[Time to continue!]

*Zechs yawns as he watches some shows. He gets up, walks outside, and preps his balloon for take off. He is still wearing the clothes he had on earlier. His balloon finally is ready for take off. He eases the balloon up into the sky...*

*Sometime later, he arrives at the city. He sets his balloon down, and it turns into a briefcase-like case. Zechs walks around, admiring the buildings, the fresh air, and the quickly setting sun. Just as Zechs sets his eyes back on the sidewalk, a drunken fool with tattered clothing jumps out and slashes Zechs with his knife. The knife gashes Zechs on the right side of his face, a long, shallow wound. Zechs pulls out his taser, and jabs it into the guy's stomach. The man falls, and begins to wimper. He crawls away, leaving the knife on the street. Zechs tends to his wound, then picks up the knife. It has a silver blade, and a handle of leather. Zechs stops off into a restaurant for a quick meal.*

Waiter: What will you have, sir?

Zechs: A steak, and a glass of water.

*The waiter hurries back to fill the order. Zechs looks at the table, then to the bar. A few people are sitting, drinking some barely alcoholic drinks. Zechs thinks to himself No need to get drunk. I'll be heading out for the casinos soon. Just need to go to the hospital for this slash. Zechs spies the waiter with his meal, and he sits up straight. The waiter hands the meal, and hands the bill as well.*

Zechs: Thank you.

*The waiter leaves, and Zechs starts into his meal. The steak is perfectly cooked, and tastes exceptionally good. Zechs finishes his meal and leaves a tip. He gets up, and goes to pay for his bill. He then leaves the restaraunt, and goes to the hospital, where his injury is taken care of, but a scar will remain. Zechs then leaves town, and returns to house.*

Status:
100/100 Health
Tired

[good job Neb! by the way, ever considered writing any novels This is a perfect example of a good random event!]

Having spent the evening in the city, Daeron like many others had been heard the noise of the freight accident, and as usual, his curiousity got the better of him. Daeron had been at the shoreside streets where he was looking for some kind of employment. He had been heading towards his sportscar, when suddenly he heard a great crash, and rumble coming from the docks. Running his hand along his jaw, and striding briskly towards the noise, he was becoming nervous. Various voices could be heard shouting angrily at each other from the direction of the freight docks. Daeron picked up his pace whilst slipping his dark sunglasses on. Daeron skidded around the corner and to his surprise saw a massive freight ship and near a crane a large wooden, smashed open, it's contents spilled.

A captain seemed to be yelling orders to some of the men below, and someone was screaming in great pain. Quickly crossing the empty shore side market space before noticing that there was a chainlink fence between the ship and him. Quickly he hurdled over it as he had been taught in the late European Combined Armed Forces. Landing with a thud on the other side of the fence he closed the remaining 30 meters and hid behind a previously unloaded crate. Several men were gathering around the spilled crate. His eyes widened at what he saw and he immediately hid behind the crate again. There was a pile of high power, militiary grade weaponry scattered across the the yard. What were weapons doing being transported on a third rate transport like the... Hellen's Fire, he thought to himself as he glanced at the stern of the vessel and read the name. He glanced around the crate again, and pulled his head back behind the crate. They seemed to be dragging some heavily disfigured human shaped bodies from under the scattered fire arms. The other workers seemed to be standing around solemnly and all was mysteriously quiet. Suddenly Daeron's cellphone rang with a loud electric tone that seemed to shatter the silence and scared Daeron out of his wits. He withdrew his cellphone, and tapped the off button twice in rappid succession just as a frantic bunch of voices called out towards his direction. He could clearly hear the words: "Intruder" "Illegal" and "Witness" being said as all out panic seemed to break out. Drawing the two components for his hold-out class pistol, and screwing them together, Just in case. He checked the cylindrical ammo clip as he drew back the slide once to load a slug into the weapon, fully loaded, that meant he had four high kinetic energy - low penetration rounds loaded. Once again he leaned around the corner to see what was happening. No one was visible, but he heard a hissing sound that made him duck insinctively, just in time as the edge of the crate above his head burst into splinters.
"You fool! That box is loaded with plastic explosives!" someone called out from the bridge of the freigher.
Something was not right here! He had to get away from the docks as quickly as possible. Suddenly across the clearing, half a dozen shapes darted across and took up shelter behind separate crates. Daeron fired a round at the nearest one. The muzzle flash lit up the darkening surroundings as he ran across to the next wall of crates. Panicking he looked around for a way out, there was the chainlink fence, but surely they'd hear the rattling sound, or see him. Glancing around he spotted one of the darkly clad shapes taking closing in on his position. His gun was not really any good for this situation, his opponent seemed to be carrying an assault rifle, and the range was definately not in the effective range of the pistol. Suddenly he noticed the manhole he had been crouching on all the while. Quickly he tried to pull it out, but he couldn't get a good grip. His fingers kept slipping and his nails were splitting. He gave up on that method and aimed his pistol at the center of the man-hole. Hopefully the impact of the high-K slug would distort the manhole enough to get a grip. He rapidly fired his remaining three rounds at the manhole, and at the last impact, the grated manhole gave in and the steel rims stood out enough to pry open. Quickly holstering the gun and dropping down into the sewers he ran towards the direction that he thought he had parked his car. His shoes were ruined and his suit's condition wasn't going to get much better from the foul smelling water that seemed to almost boil here. No splashing footsteps were following him, then again he couldn't hear anything other than his own soggy running footsteps and his heart pounding. He couldn't see anything, so he tore off his sunglasses and cast them aside.

When he thought that he had gone far enough, he found a ladder leading up to another man hole. He shoved it open and crept out into the already darkening street, Police sirens could be heard, and several black Helo-Planes were soaring overhead in the night sky towards the freighters location, and far above was a massive airship with twelve engines. It's searchlights were fanning out the area around the shore, looking for something for it's retracted autocannons to tear apart and perfortate. Daeron finally looked at his surroundings, and found himself coincidentally across the street from his parked car. He threw the lid on the manhole and strode with squelching shoes, trying to look nonchalant across the street to his car. Once seated he activated the roof, and drove back to his dead uncle's villa. All the while he scanned the cars in case if any were tailing him. Once a black convertible followed him for several kilometers, but later it was nowhere to be found. Daeron was quietly going over what had just happened in his head, over and over again. When he reached his house, he lowered all the blinds and curtains, locked all the doors, armed the security systems, and loaded his pistol with a fresh anti personel cylindrical clip. He didn't even take off his putrid suit, he just collapsed on his King size bed.

His dreams were filled with nightmarish recollections of his first (and last) border skirmish for the European Combined Armed Forces (or ECAF for short). He had been among the twelve survivors from his regiment, all the others, including his childhood friend and girlfriend had been massacred. For all the politicians it had been nothing, it had after all only lasted seventeen hours, and the territory had been given back by the end of the week.

The next morning he woke up and immediately noticed the smell of his socks and what had been his splendid dress suit. He set to work on cleaning the house up. His mind was nagging him, should he go to the police? What if the weapons transfer had been to the police? Was he a criminal? a hero?

Regardless, his escapade had done little to hinder the operation.

Status:
Health: Full, yet exhausted
Not armed (weapon left on dresing room table)

[wow, that was rather long !!!]

*Zechs awoke, forcing his eyes to open groggily. He turned on the news. News of a crate falling and hurting several came through.*

Reporter: Just yesterday, a large crate was dropped from this crane.

*Screen goes to the crane, then back to the reporter.*

Reporter: During the afternoon cleanup, a man came across this. He reportedly fired several shots from an energy weapon, then left through a manhole. Police are currently looking for the man for questioning.

*Zechs turnes the news off. He gets up, and goes and gets a drink.*

Almost time for me to go to the casinos today. Hmm... I wonder if I'll run across that man.

*Zechs goes, and puts on clothes similar to the ones he was wearing. He puts the gun and the taser into his pockets. He left his room, and went outside. He whistled a tune while looking around. A sound brings him turning around. He sees nothing as he is knocked on the head, putting him unconcious...*

[So, it's possible to have more than one character? If it's not, I'll just delete the post that I'm going to do.]

[Here's my 2nd character.]

*Leonardo Specca stands near the zeppeline he had just arrived in. He wears his hair in military-style flattop. His clothing, a long black leather jacket, a black dress shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes, are spotless. Leo is a weapon and armor designer. His technical know-how has made him very rich. He is founder of the mega corporation AssnaTech. He was born in the US, but moved to the Germany after becoming the weapon designer. He gets out his cell phone, and calls for a cab.*

Get to the Zeppelin Aerodome.

*Leo shuts his phone off, and sticks it back in his pocket. Leo has created weapons that can actually be surgically implemented. Though he has no surgical weapons, he carries two energy pistols, weapons that change the brain so that the person can concentrate fully while firing, which is done by pulse sent from the handle of the gun. At lowest setting, the green energy spheres fired sears skin, and causes major nerve damage to the area hit. He also carries mini explosives, strong enough to blow a weak sheet of metal to pieces. Leo watches the cab pull up, and he gets in.*

Leo: To the resorts.

*The cab drives off, heading to the resorts, where Leo is staying until his home is finished, which would be in another day.*

Status:
Weary

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Happening:

Wind whistles through the trees at a nature walk. Several walkers watch the trees, their leaves several different colors of red, green, and yellow. A loud crack is heard. The walkers look around, but don't find the source of the sound. A thunk is heard as the upper areas of several trees fall on the group. 1 escapes the falling wood, and runs to get help.

Duo is sitting on the beach when all the sudden his cellphone goes off. Reaching into his pocket he hears a big crash come from the docks. He answers the phone and is called to duty. Duo runs up to his house graps his MP5 and jumps into his police car. The radio says something about shots being fired at the dock so Duo floors the pedel and is the first on the scene. As he approaches the docks a bullet flies by his head and into the metal pole beside him. Duo runs for cover and slides into a ditch beside a box.
*This is Duo Maxwell, Im on the docks and im being fired at. I need a force her to help subdue the enemys,* Says duo into his radio.
Duo hears something about being on thier way when a bullet hits his radio and shatters it.
Duo gets up from his ditch and starts to fire apon the armed men. One of the men gets lucky and Duo gets back into the ditch with a bloody arm.
*Damn it, one of um got me.*
Duo then cocks his head sideways to hear a unmistakable sound. A bunch of squad cars are pulling closer and are alost to his car.
Duo picks himself up and runs to his car. He opens up his door and props his gun agianst it as a Van full of S.W.A.T. police pull up. After the man parks Duo can clearly see 8 Squad cars behind it. After a long shootout with the sailors. The captian of the ship calls up a surrender and the sailors allow themselves to be but under arrest. As duo looks around the area he feels a crunch underneath his foot. As he pulls his foot back he can see a pair of sunglasses on the ground. He takes the sunglasses and puts um in his pocket. His supervisor comes up behind him and tells Duo he can go home. Duo nods and wraps a towel around his nicked arm. Duo then gets into his car and drives to the airport along with a couple of questions for the pilots.


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*I dont mind being the god of death forever* DÜò MÀxWë¿¿
Member of the Gwing Tourny
Commander of Fleet 32B Agianst The Evil Empire Of A.C. And Federal Agent Agianst SS2

Rayl Brightblade, better known as Nature Paladin, had always been an eccentric fellow. He was often called a relic of an age long past, as he almost seemed like someone out of one of those fantasy novels that were always coming out, as he wore a suit of ancient armor, or what appeared to be ancient armor, and always wore across his back a long sword, inscribed with a symbol that recognized blademastery. Though often hidden beneath his helmet, Rayl's face held the most mysteries of them all. Burned into his right cheek was a amazingly accurate picture of a sword, and several scars decorated his forehead and left cheek, though strangely the one with the sword remained otherwise unscarred. His two eyes were an icy blue, and seemed to be locked in cool observation of all around him. Though he might be proclaimed a young, foolish child imitating a long gone era, Rayl was actually quite old, 52 years to be exact, though his age seemed to have no affect on him.

And now, he had arrived on Sanctuary. He personally cared little for the rich people who mostly inhabited the town: He had an extreme amount of money, enough to make many of the heads of corporations jealous, but he did nothing with it, preferring to live in spartan quarters, and buying only the neccesities. The only thing he was known to spend much of his money on were ancient artifacts, or replications of artifacts, from the mideval times. He, in fact, knew not what interested him in Sanctuary. He had already purchesed a house and ordered most of its furnishings sold to various immigrants looking for things fancy enough to live up to their friends in Sanctuary.

It was in this very house where Rayl now sat, having just arrived in Sanctuary, getting passage on one of the small cruise ships sailing back and forth between Sanctuary and other major ports. He planned to wait until the next day to explore the town, so he flipped on the news channel, to find a special report on some recent disturbances at the port involving a fight on a freighter called the Hellen's Fire. Not interested, Rayl flipped it off, and headed upstairs to read a few of his books and then go to sleep.

Status:
Health: 170/170
Armor: Special, high-tech flexible suit of Plate-Mail
Weapon: Long Sword with high-tech properties

Items owned:
12 assorted mideval shields
5 assorted high-tech replica mideval shields
28 assorted mideval swords
31 assorted high-tech replica mideval swords
9 assorted suits of mideval armor
12 assorted suits of high-tech replica mideval armor
39 assorted mideval artifacts and relics
Several thousand books on various subjects

[This message has been edited by Nature_Paladin (edited August 26, 2000).]

[bah! just forgot to tell you, my char is called Capricus]

*the sun was setting on the hill, and the observatory cast errie shadows on the ground, Capricus was just readying the giant telescope for his nightly astrology session, when he heard a knock on the door... He opened it and found a note on his doorstep, it read

"Capricus,
I have infomation of the "Landing"last week, if you want to know more, meet me at the docks at 12 midnight tommorow...
From,
A friend"*

"Hmmmmm....." Said Capricus "this could be the lead i have been looking for."

*Capricus went back into the observatory, and pushed a button that opened up a hidden door to a secret room he used for his "low-profile" operations as he called them, he put the note on the desk in there and closed up eveything and proceeded with observing the night sky of the island*

Health 100/100
worried

[This message has been edited by TSS_CapricusLDR (edited August 27, 2000).]

[This one is Zechs!]

* Zechs awoke to a splitting headache, and ringing in his ears. Zechs looked at his watch, but it was stolen. He checked pocket after pocket. All the stuff on him was stolen. Zechs went back inside, and got his more of his money. He went outside, got his balloon ready for take off, and flew to the hospital. He got his headache, and the wounds from being hit taken care of. He left, and flew to just outside the resorts. His balloon became a briefcase again, and Zechs went in and found the nearest casino. *

* The sound from everyone was quite loud. Though most who didn't go into casinos wouldn't be able to hear, Zechs could hear perfectly. Zechs went over to the vaastabi table. Vaastabi is a game that conists of 50 by 50 squares that the computer will randomly select. You place your bet on the square you think will win. Zechs had very senses when it came to guessing, and so he became very rich this way. Zechs also, during his visit to the casino, made sure to look at the women in the casino. *

* With the day exhausted, and Zechs's pocket heavier, Zechs left and went home. Zechs had heard there was a famous weapon designer on the island, and he intended to look him up. *

[Well, that's all. I'm going to have my characters meet!]

*it was a fogy night with a damp chill in the air, capricus slowly walked from the carpark into the entrance of the docks, he saw a man standing in the shadows, he could not see the mans face as he had a hat, the peak shadowing the his face, capricus approched him.*

"I saw it," stuttered the man" it came down in the lake, i was the 5th person of 5 that were in the control tower of the airport when it come onto our radar, then we saw it land in the lake"

"what was it?" said capricus

The man looked at his feet, then back at capricus, "i dont know exactly, none of us did, it was just glowing, it stopped glowing when it hit the water, once it was half sunk it looked like a silver plate, i will send you a heat image later tonight, but i must go now, my life is in danger, there were 5 of us, now i am the only one left, my friends who where there with me have all gone missing"

*Then the man hurryed off into the shadows, capricus started to walk out of the docks, but then tripped, he got his balance and look down to see that tripped him, to his surprise it was a large rifle, like a sniper rifle, but bigger, he picked it up and looked at it, "Property os the US Army" it said on the side, "hmmmmm....." exclaimed capricus "this should come in handy" he picked up the rifle, and hurryed back to his car, put the rifle on the back seat and drove back to his home...*

[This message has been edited by TSS_CapricusLDR (edited August 27, 2000).]

Later that night Capricus got a fax, a picture of the thing that landed in the lake [extinct volcano?]



He went over to his secret room, and examand it, indeed it looked like nothing he had ever seen, but the quality was bad, probably because it had been taken by the airport's onsite heat camera, he assured himself that it was real and not a fake and he put it on the desk with the note, then he telephoned the harbour commission...

"brrriinnngggg, brrriinnngggg, hello? ah yes, i would like to speak to the harbour commissioner, ok, yes, its a mr C. Fortifus, ok... hello? ah yes i would like to hire a mini-sub, yes one day hire, i would like it waiting for me at the keys in the lake, yes the extinct volcano lake, ok, thanks very much, bye."

He put down the telephone, and prepair his diving suit, "tommorow is going to be a very eventful day" he thought...

[Capricus: If it's aliens, don't make em cheesy (bighead, huge black eyes, 4 feet tall). Make sure you've got a good explanation too. ]

[Ok, I've decided to make it illegal for "citizens" to carry around any automatic weaponry. And all weapons must be kept out of sight when in public places. That doesn't mean it's not possible to do so, it's just that, you're gonna get in trouble with the law enforcement/"agents"/or Army.]

[Just a bit of Geography, Sanctuary is located about midway between the canary islands and the Azores, and a bit more to the west. It's completely independent, but the official spoken language is English.]

Daeron:

Daeron was still having the same nightmares that he had had the previous night. The ones involving the skirmish. His hands were clammy and cold as he walked downstairs to his own kitchen. He went to his "fridge" and got out a pair of eggs. It was a fridge only in it's resemblance to the fridges of yore. It actually stored anything that was put into it in close to absolute zero. As he cracked the eggs and put them in a frying pan, he moved over and turned on his all purpose monitor.

"Same stuff, different day..." he muttered to himself.

Suddenly the screen flickered to a security camera in which a man with dark sunglasses and a white suit, shot at and pryed open a manhole and jumped in. It took a while before Daeron identified the man as himself. An overly obese man in a grey suit and a receding hairline continued and started commenting about how the man in the shot should give himself up, that the police only wanted to question him about his motives.

"Indeed..." commented Daeron mockingly at the screen, "Mr. Etranger, why did you fire at a dark shape, not knowing what it was? Why did you feel it necessary to flee from your proper authority?"

"BECAUSE SOMEONE TRIED TO BLOW MY HEAD OFF, AND I WOULDN'T APPRECIATE ANYONE EXCEPT ME DOING THAT FAVOUR!!!" He yelled at the obese man,

Next the screen flicked to an expensive looking rotating "Three-Dee" holo of himself. It included his measurements to the millimeter, several variants of his hair style (including strangely enough an afro and completely bald), and finally mention of a scar on his cheek. At least they didn't have his eye colour...

Thoroughly impressed with the display, Daeron flicked off the monitor, and returned to flipping the fried eggs onto a plate.

"Well, atleast they'll know what size prison uniforms to get me, if they get me..." he mused to himself

After finishing his breakfast he put on a fresh business suit and a long trenchcoat. Daeron was feeling very paranoid, so he decided to go armed. he put a sheathed knife above his ankle, and his hold-out pistol in a holster under his shoulder.

He stepped in his car and decided to head towards the resort town, a casino more specifically. Somebody there could probably fix him up with someone who could get him a better weapon, and maybe a way out.

*Daeron drives away from the villa*
*Later...*

*Daeron arrives at a supposedly syndicate owned casino*

Supposedly according to a shady character at the casino, a Mr. Leonard Specca was written on a passenger list on a newly arrived airship. The shifty looking man also contacted a cab driver who had supposedly driven the man to a resort. On the way out, Daeron stopped to admire a gambler was having exceedingly good luck at the tables. His hair was long and his eyes were emerald coloured. The man also seemed to be clutching a suitcase dearly. Some women were flocking around him as the emerald eyed one won yet again.

"That kind of luck would be very beneficial about now" Daeron muttered,

As he was driving along the street to the resort he was pondering what type of weapon to ask for. His current preference was a slugthrower, because he had been trained to use them and because they were cheaper in the long run. Besides, he never had put any faith in energy beam weapons, it was all still so new...

Arriving at the location of the resort, Daeron left his car at a suitable looking spot.

*Daeron strides in to the resort lobby confidently as he could (which isn't very...)*

Arriving at the desk Daeron tapped the bell twice in rapid succesion.

*DING DING*

"Yeeeees?" inquired an elderly man with a general "stiff upper lip" feeling,

"Do you have any Mr. Specca's registered here?" Daeron inquired in a polite tone

"I'll check on the computer in the back room..." He said "Be right back, sir"

As the man left to the back room, Daeron Etranger turned around and looked at the hotel news screen in the corner. The sports news was just about finishing up. Suddenly with a sense of dread, the same news report as he had seen in the morning came up... There it was, everything was the same, even the obese one delivering his ultimatum.

"Horrible thing with all the violence going on these days." said a black attractive young lady behind the desk, probably an immigrant from the North African combine.

"Errrr... Yes, indeed" Daeron stammered trying to look unintrested at the screen and instead moving to block the view from the woman. He was about to engage in polite conversation with the lady when the elder desk clerk returned.

"No, I'm afraid Mr. Specca won't respond on his room communications port." said the man, "He must still be sleeping or maybe he's left"

"Can you leave a message for him then?" Daeron said as he drew out his elegant black pen

"Yes, indeed"

*Daeron scribbles out on a piece of paper: I would like to order a piece of merchandise from you. I will be needing some form of slugthrower, urgently. Contact me... [Phone #]
- D. Etranger*

Satisfied with that, Daeron left the resort. And was about to go around the street corner to his car when something pricked his neck. He felt as if his neck was on fire. There was a burning sensation that went down his spine. With the last of his strength as he was collapsing, Daeron drew out his hold out pistol from his holster and pulled back the slide, cocking it. He started turning around when there was a muffled click and something hot slammed through his right shin. Daeron clutched his knee, and automatically dropped his weapon. Someone finally came up behind him and elbowed him in the head. Spasming slightly, Daeron fell to the pavement. Something cracked as he impacted and his jaw went numb. Car wheels squealed and he heard someone open a door. All he could see was the pool of widening blood from his leg, and someones gloved hand reaching down and shutting his eyes before he passed out.

Status: Critically wounded (slowly bleeding to death, right leg's bone shattered)
Comatose

Armed:
Fold up knife still strapped to left shin at time of ending...

[OooooOOOo... intriguing! N'est pas?]

Duo arrives at the airport feeling a little better about himself.
"Someday Im going to get married and settle down" Thinks Duo as he gets out of his car.
"But not today," adds Duo as he sees a man point a gun at him and pull the trigger.
The bullet hits Duo full force in the chest and Duo blacks out before he hits the ground.
[IS DUO DEAD? CAN HE OVERCOME THIS TRAGIDY? FIND OUT ON THE NEXT EPISODE]


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*I dont mind being the god of death forever* DÜò MÀxWë¿¿
Member of the Gwing Tourny
Commander of Fleet 32B Agianst The Evil Empire Of A.C. And Federal Agent Agianst SS2

[Leo again!]

Leonardo Specca had heard the comm message, but didn't answer it. He was currently talking with a man who wished to buy a surgical weapon. They had just finalized the deal when there was a ruckuss from outside. Leo looked out the window. A man carried another man over his shoulder. The unconcious man's leg was severely bleeding, but the amount of blood on the pants suggested it had been worse. Leo decided to go and get his message. He left the room, and went to the lobby. He got the message, and took it up on a piece of paper.

"This guy'll need to tell me some specifics, though he doesn't seem to have any," Leo muttered to himself.

Leo took out his cell phone. He dialed the number, and waited. 5 rings later, a messanging machine answered.

"Hello. Please leave a message after the beep," the machine spit out, then beeped.

"Hello, Mr. Etranger. My name is Leonardo Specca, weapon and armor designer, and owner of AssnaTech. You tried to contact me on a weapon. I will need the specifics for the weapon and we will get you one right away. Thank you in your interest of AssnaTech. Phone me, AssnaTech-2010," Leo said into his phone. The machine beeped again, and Leo turned off his cell phone.

Leo thought again about the unconcious man. Didn't I hear the ruckuss soon after the comm? Leo thought. Well, Leo decided that it was none of his business, at least not right now. After all, Leo wasn't the type to care about clients. Why should he? After all, he made sure his clients were armed, so they could take care of themselves. But still, Leo couldn't help but think of the man, being pulled away. Suddenly, there was a knocking at his door.

"Come in," Leo answered.

In came a tall man, long hair, and emerald eyes. His appearance seemed to shout rich. The man walked over to Leo, they were the same height, and shook his hand.

"My name is Zechs Merquise. I've come to buy a weapon," Zechs introduced himself, his voice soft and deep.

"Greetings, Mr. Merquise. I'm Leonardo Specca. If you would, what type of weapon are you interested in?" Leo replied.

"A powerful pistol would be nice, but it needs to be dependable," Zechs replied.

"I think I've got just what you'd like," Leo replied.

Leo led Zechs to a nearby room. It held several boxes. He opened up one of the boxes and got out a pistol which looked very similar to Glock.

"The shots fired from this gun will eat through the tissue of the area it hits. This gun is not that expensive, and it is dependable," Leo explained about the gun.

Leo took out a clip for it. It held would hold enough for 10 energy shots before spent. It could be charged up, but was rarely done because the charger was more expensive than the gun. Zechs bought the gun, a holster, which went under his jacket, and 5 clips. Zechs the left, and Leo went and fell asleep.

Health: 100/100 tired
Equipment: 2 pistols

[is it just me or is everyone getting shot or wounded?]

*Capricus Arrived at the dock early in the morning, he was all kitted out in diving gear, he proceeded to the small 2-man sub that he had hired the previous day, at the side there was a man standing.*

"Are you from the harbour commission?" Capricus asked the man "Because i know how to work this vessle, and i would prefer to go alone down to the bottom"

"no, i'm not from the harbour commission, and i am going with you in that sub" said the man, then suddenly capricus reconised the voice, it was the man who had given him the photo, the witness of The Landing

"Your the man from the harbour, i warn you this may be dangerous, if this indeed is from antoher planet, they may be hostal, they may attack us, then again this may just be some kind of new machine that the army is testing..." Capricus was cut of by the man

"MY LIFE IS ALLREADY IN DANGER, AND I AM COMING WITH YOU IN THAT SUB! YOU CAN NO..." Shouted the man, but before he could finish capricus had enjeted him with a powerful sleeping drug, the man had passed out within seconds, capricus dragged the man into the sub and locked him in the back passanger area, then sealing the door, capricus started up the sub and submerged it until he was at the bottom of the lake, he flicked the headlight switch and proceeded into the middle of the lake, once he had got there he saw a large silver blur, as he got closer, he observed that it was actually split into 4 spheres joined together but before he could park the sub to explore more, a blue ray shot out of the 1st sphere of 4 and capricus had passed out...*

[TO BE CONTINUED]

Phoenix wakes up right next to a volcano. Wondering why he was there, he started to walk up the volcano.
*walks up the volcano*
Then a mad gang of grans comes charging after Phoenix. They capture Phoenix and then push him into the volcano. Little did the grans know that Phoenix has the power to turn into a real Phoenix! *turns into a Phoenix* The grans life was short lifed.

[Capricus: Yes, indeed. And notice, right after I post a cliffhanger/wounded ending, We have one other wounded one, and another cliffhanger one... hmmm... coincidence? ]

[Anyway, I've got homework to do, and right now, it's time to eat dinner. Maybe I'll post, maybe not. I might even make up something while creating another alter-ego...]

[Phoenix: It's not Starwars. I think Lt. Greywolf is fixing up a "chat starwars RPG" contact him for more info]

[mmMMMmmmm... food :d *thhhhpppp*]

Capricus awoke suddenly, his head was pounding, he opened his eyes and squinted due to a bright light being shone on him, he looked around, he was in a metal room, no doors, no windows, but the strange thing was, that the room was completely sealed, no sign of anyway in or out, then suddenly out of the wall a small screen formed with a speaker and a toneless voice said,

"Welcome Human, do not be alarmed, i will not harm you"

"who... or what are you? where am i?" stuttered capricus

"I am a class 5 self-sustaining electrical system, capable of multi-terrain scanning and automatic atmostfear duplication, or as how you humans might say, "a robot that is able to make many species feel at home"

"you speak english?" Suggested capricus,

"I can mimic up to 80,000,000,000 languages, expressions, and social phrases that are used most commonly on this planet."

"where do you come from, why are you here?" asked capricus

"i come from a starsystem 345,543,581,507,321.873453 light years away from this planet, i have been travaling for 67 earth years, studying life forms in differnt systems, yours is the most advanced culture i have seen on my travels appart from my own"

"hmmmmmm...." excalaimed Capricus "so your on a mission of discovery?"

"in your terms, yes"

"why did you attack me when i was coming here?" asked capricus

"it was a precaution, last time my species had contact with your race, we were attacked and one of us were captured, that one is still here, he is being held by your goverment, in a place you call 'Area 51'"

"oh..." said capricus "will you let me go?"

"yes, but i am taking 5 people from your planet with me, they have agreed to go with me on my travels one of those people was on your vessle that you came here in, he will not be returning with you"

"ok, will our peoples ever be friends?" said capricus

"one day, but at the moment you are to primative, maybe when your sociaty has learned to get on without war and violence. but before i take you back to your vessle, i have a warning, i have been monitoring this island for a while, it seems there is some sort of conspirisy on the island, and you will need protection as they are coming for you next, i have beamed abord your vessle a small hand held weapon, use it for protection, and only protection, it is a small weapon that will disolve any matter, or anti-matter, and with it some plans that will make more of them, do NOT let anyone else see these plans, because if the people who are involved with the plan on this island get them, none of you will have a chance."

The next second, capricus found himself on his hired submarien, he checked the clock, the time was exactly the same as when he had left off, he looked on the seat next to him, there was a small black case, he opened it, in there was a small gun, the size of his bryar pistol, with the instructions of how it worked, and how to make more of them, and explaining how it had an unlimeted power source, at that moment capricus relised that these plans could make him very rich, he took out his bryar pistol from its holster under his suit, and replaced it with the gun that the robot had given him, then he put the plans in his pocket, and returned to the surface, once he was out of the submariene, he chucked his bryar pistol in to the water, "no need for that now" he exclaimed"

Capricus arrived home, exited to test out his new weapon, he just shoved his diving gear on the seat and rushed outside, looking for something to shoot, once he was outside, he looked over the instructions, it seemed there was only two settings: "BURN" and DISOLVE" first he set it on burn, targeted a bird and pulled the trigger, there was a long hum from the gun, while, what looked like red lighting shot out from the gun and hit the bird, the bird fell from the sky and capricus looked at what it was like now, to his surprise, all that was left of the bird was a chared skeliton, "if thats burn, i wonder what disolve is like?" said capricus to himself, capricus put an old can on the wall, set his weapon on "DISSOLVE" and fired it at the can, thate was a gigantic *BOOM* and a blue ball of energy came from the gun, capricus looked at what was left of the can, there was nothing, infact, there was nothing left of the wall! "jesus christ!" Screamed capricus, "THAT IS BAD" he suddenly stopped and looked out to sea, he saw a big oil tanker, "shall i?" thought capricus "go on, no one will know what caused it, no one would know it was you!" slowly, capricus brought the gun up, aimed it carefully at the oil tanker and pulled the trigger, it was a few seconds before the blue ball of energy hit its target, and the boat was gone, nothing left, not even a trace of oil, "oh boy" said capricus in a nervous tone...

[This message has been edited by TSS_CapricusLDR (edited August 28, 2000).]

*Jetre Roetem walked out of the Zepplin. He made sure that his hat shadowed his face, then walked towards a taxi nearby.*

Jetre had gotten alot of money by his image recognition programs. After this, he had spent a few years working on a cloaking device, but had never made any work. Then, he had heard about Sanctuary, and had bought a house there and left on a Zepplin.

*Soon the taxi stopped at his house. He paid the driver and entered the house.*

*He closed the windows, locked the 2 doors, activated all the alarm systems, and attached some motion detector mines to the doors. Then he took off his hat. His brown eyes seemed to have a flame in them, and his dark-brown hair seemed to burn, too.*

*He made sure his Flamer II gun was still in his hidden pocket in his coat, then lay down.*

"Whew," he thought, and fell asleep.

Health = 94/100 [because he hasn't slept for days]
VERY tired

Weapons:
One Flamer II,
Three de-activated motion mines
Armor:
One Light Plastic Vest

Items:
One Micro-laptop,
One Radio,
One Cell-Phone

[This message has been edited by JK [Meteor] (edited September 20, 2000).]

*Jetre awoke suddenly, and looked around. Then he jumped up and put on his hat, and grabbed the 'phone.*

*He presses Leonardo Specca's number, and says, "Hi, I need a Fire Bolt II gun, and the best armor you have, and I need to sell a Flamethrower, please come to [Address], or 'phone me at [Phone #], bye."

*He hangs up and starts to set up the micro-laptop.*

Health = 100/100 tired

Weapons:
One Flamer II,
Three de-activated motion mines
Armor:
One Light Plastic Vest

Items:
One Radio,
One Cell-Phone


[This message has been edited by JK [Meteor] (edited August 31, 2000).]