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RADlands - Cor bloimey wot's all this then
Squall
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Seven days ago, the world ended. Not with a bang, or with a whimper, but with a sound like that scene from 'The Wall' with those kids on the conveyer belt. Shit was gross.
Grab your shotgun and don your re-purposed sporting equipment - Ragnarok's come and it's time to mess shit up.
(click for 2.0 rules)
Seasons now available Virtual Boy: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12]
If you do not want to make a character, but would still like to bip in occasionally/fuck with the players, then do I have good news for you! Characters whose names are written in Lime may be controlled by anyone who wanders into the thread. Anyone. Just make sure to post the character's actions in Sandybrown so DE?AD notices them.
There are currently four missions happening simultaneously:
[Black as Light] [Viscount Islands, Speed Racer]
Estimated Location: Paris
Description: Things kind of went to shit back there, yeah? Times are alright now though. Time to keep spreading the good word for the BPs.
[Sydney's Quest for Fire] [Neotoma, Tommy2hands, Thor4242, Shock G, iamthepieman]
Estimated Location: Chicago
Description:Sydney will not be at peace until she was the strongest there every was. She needs to fully explore and understand her pyrokinesis. Cassandra has found large amounts of heat radiating from the ruins of Chicago, along with some heavy psychic energy. She believes Sydney may find what she is looking for there.
[Jayce Needs to Get Over Himself] [Krosius, Raneados, Shabooty, Scarlet St., Cyense, VALVEjunkie, Lockout, Corom, Cheeseliker]
Estimated Location: London
Description:Jayce's internal conflict is wrecking his subneural security. He needs to find a way to deal with it, and Cassandra believes the leader of a particular mutant colony in the RADwrecked carcass of London may be able to help him gain some insight into his inner conflict.
[Robots are People Too] [Squall, Antimatter, Kueller, Dubh, DontShootToasters, Fire Truck, Dux, Marshmallow]
Estimated Location: Tokyo
Description:Sorta. The robots need to figure out who, and what they are exactly. Until they can truly understand what they are, they can't hope to stand up to a subneural intrusion. Cassandra has found a large robot colony in Tokyo that may be able to help them discover their true potential and seal up the gaps in their Subneural Signatures.
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Dunno, maybe it'll be worth a try. I'll give it a think.
and then you get goodies
originally it was started as a joke but then we actually did start giving him a few dollars here and there because he's such a good guy
Pending tOK's glorious return, I think I'll jump in on the robot mission.
I trust this invasion of Japan will go just as well as the previous Mongol invasions.
glad to (almost) have you back, Fire Truck
[Special Agent Daniel Kain Donaghy] Stress 70% RAD 0% BS 0%
[Skills: Special Agent Training 60%, Offender Profiling 60%]
[Traits: Keen Mind 10%, Intimidating Sonuvabitch 10%, Indomitable 10%, Made of Iron 20%, Carbosilicate Destabilization 15%, Asshole -10%, Miserable Alcoholic -5%, Chain Smoker -5%, Burned and Scarred -10%]
"Oh great.... 'nother delusional no-hoper. Well I s'pose I don't got a lot a choice in the matter..... 'fore... 'fore ya kill me... I got some information 'bout the Carbosilicate menace, not much I fear, wasn't in much of a position ta ask more than they wan'ed me ta know."
"Teleporter wo-o-orked. Bro's organs did not." Dusty pushes past the door and holds it open for Jimothy and rest of the group.
"Any information at all is worthwhile, especially as it relates to your current condition. Your symptoms are... familiar, but the more I know the more help I can be. You can trust me."
[Skills: Special Agent Training 60%, Offender Profiling 60%]
[Traits: Keen Mind 10%, Intimidating Sonuvabitch 10%, Indomitable 10%, Made of Iron 20%, Carbosilicate Destabilization 15%, Asshole -10%, Miserable Alcoholic -5%, Chain Smoker -5%, Burned and Scarred -10%]
"I've been given carbosilicate implants 'gainst my will..... These implants are unstable, and in time will burn their way out of my body. The stuff is stuck ta my bones.....
As fer the Black Plastic's 'emselves, There's this guy Makali who works fer a Black Plastic called Uriel. I suspect at least some a you already met 'em. Uriel survived 'cause he's got a shard in his body that sorta acts like a black box, 'r it might've been all tha was left a him. Anyway it implanted itself in Makali's body, 'nd Uriel forced 'im ta do shit fer him. Not that Makali was all that unwillin'.
Uriel is.... unstable. He's got emotions but he don't want 'em. Basically he's slowly goin' insane. Makali's manipulatin' him, but I think the guy knows. He just lets him. As I said, I don't think he's takin' this "becomin' human" thing well. 'nd tha's that.
Skills: Telepathy 45%, Tinkering 15%, Telekinesis, 10%, Mental Calculating 5%, Foraging 5%, Medical Examinating 20%
Traits: Lame -5%, Socially inept -5%, Mentally tough 10%
Startled from his botanical reverie, Olmy looks up to the source of his interruption. It sounds just like the loudspeaker at the middle-school he attended many years ago. They were nice there.
He gathers a last specimen and shambles towards the tower a hopeful grin on his face.
Maybe they have oatmeal. He loved the oatmeal at St. Joseph's.
Olmy arrives at the door to the tower and stares at the collection of junk that is holding the door open; covering his bare chest with the plant-matter like a short pot-bellied Adam.
What spring does with the cherry trees.
So is that just a typo or a reference to something?
Skills: Telekinesis [50%], Telepathy [50%], Public Relations [10%]
Traits: Ghost in the Shell [20%], Iatrophobia [-5%], Compulsive Honesty [-10%], Master of Illusion [20%], Blended Powers [10%], Kleptomania [-5%]
Following the crowd into the prison Bob taps Dusty on the shoulder. There is a small static discharge. "Ummmm...so how did the Bro die...and what is the elevator for?
tiamthepieman: Your guy looks like a nut job. He's not going to trigger a phobia unless he reminds Bob of a medical doctor.
What spring does with the cherry trees.
we already had enough of Farth's Closet
Traits: Unshaken, Not Stirred 15%, Font of Trivia 10%, Federal Employee 5%, Dressed for Success 5%, Individualist -10%, Sigil, Green Warden, Carbosilicate Sword
I nod at this, some of the info is expected, if only from the man's condition. The rest, curious, I'll need to think on it later.
I usher everyone else out of the room and make my way to the counter to the side,my pen scritching a few quick notes on some spare paper.
"I'm familiar with your problem. Unstable carbosilicate matrix is a serious issue. Your body and the implant are working at cross-purposes."
I check over my shoulder to see if the man is looking my way.
"Think of it as an allergic reaction. But instead of your body rejecting a foriegn contaminant, the carbosilicate is rejecting you. It doesn't want to play nice with your organic bits, and would prefer to assert itself. Even though this is to its own detriment as well."
...Now, what to do with this man. This is way beyond my power to just jump in and repair. There's no knowing what kind of mess the carbosilicate who did this caused, whether it can... control him through his malfunctioning implants. An obvious liability to the camp.
Now what would Cassandra do-
That's it isn't it? She would do something to help him. Like a little girl trying to save a bird fallen from its nest always. Except she breaks pieces of herself off to do it, and it actually works.
Will she do that for this man? Hurt herself even more to save him? Its not even a question. Of course she would, that's what she always does, always.
I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen.
While the man is looking the other way, I slowly reach into my pocket. The new arrival must be... my hand brushes against the shattered spectacles in my pocket... Processed.
The drawing of my carbosilicate sword, so light in my hand, is near noiseless. I pull my arm back, ready to swing.
[Skills: Pyrokinesis 70%, Parkour! 25%, Scheming 30%]
[Traits: Agile 10%, Hottie 10%, Honor is for losers 5%, Condesending -5%, Short Temper -5%]
Syd continues towards Cassandra's lighthouse after Dustty and Jimjum. "Dead. Unsuprising." Hmmm. It's been a while since she talked to the boy. Not making eye contact she projects, <Jim, there is a lesson here. If you let it, your past will destroy you. It's anchor around your neck. There is only the now, and the future.>
Although even she has to admit, that rug does really bring the place together. Anwsering Dusty, she replies "As far as I can tell the cowboy is fixed. He hasn't gone rouge once, and while we were up there he regained the use of his legs. He's found his cycle and seems at peace."
She feels a great burden has been lifted.
That was unexpected.
What spring does with the cherry trees.
E: also what are the new epitaph powers and items? Are they on the wiki?
Here they are
[Worth Fighting For]
You must designate another character, NPC or player-controlled, when you select this Epitaph Trait. Stress inflicted on you or the other character is divided between both beings.
[Good Doctor]
You may use an appropriate skill to heal Wounds, at a penalty equal to twice the Wound's %.
[Death's Doorman]
When a character you can see is killed, you may force the character's attacker to roll their Lethality again, taking the new result.
[Gunslinger]
You apply a target's full Stress rating as a bonus to your Critical whilst wielding a revolver.
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With a resounding "thwack" that echoes in the bare room, the sword slaps onto the counter in front of me, and I bring my foot up to brace against the flat edge.
"What we need to do," I continue, "is teach the carbosilicate in your body that it can work along with the rest of you."
[Henry has connected to Carbosilicate Sword]
[Hardened Weaponized Carbosilicate Construct]
"Introduce a stable matrix..."
[Henry->Carbosilicate Sword: Force_Fracture;Section113.34]
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The sword, bent under my foot, creates a neat crack along my specified dimensions, and a small section of the sword snaps away. A thin bar of sharpened carbsilicate falling to the floor with a sharp tone.
"to your unstable system."
I retrieve the iron mug, from my pack and place the shard inside.
[Henry has connected to Carbosilicate Shard]
[Henry->Shard: Force_Form_Liquid]
[Requires HTemp 1800. Allow Y/N?]
I place the mug on the table.
[Y]
I turn to the man. "Drinking this will introduce a template for your implant to incorporate. Weaponized carbosilicate, variable form, but very stable." I run a hand through my hair, "also, technically a built-in purpose, destruction of opposing carbosilicate."
"I have the feeling you will make a good match for each other."
I gingerly pick up the mug, now hopefully partway full of oily, liquid carbosilicate and hold it out to the man.
"It didn't kill me when I did it. So I think you should be fine. Just be damn sure you know who you are and what your purpose is."
"Any questions?"
His life is basically a series of horrible days.
[Jayce] [Stress]:0% [RAD]:0%
Skills:Nasty Brawling 60%, Casual Socializing 40%
Traits: Horror Show 10%, Agile Aquarian 15%, Klawtana Kawmbatant 5%, Sightless Electrolocation 5%, Natural Camouflage 10%
Meta Traits:Mutant Swift
Jayce hears the announcement, and rises from his seat at the harbor. He slithers silently over to the lighthouse preferring to listen rather than talk today. He hears of the bro's death. Didn't really know the guy, but, he sounded like a real dude.
He wonders absently where his main man Henry was at. Of all the people here he was probably the only one here that might be a true friend to the eel man. Saved his life, and all.
Jayce slithers up the stairs up to the top floor, brooding with himself.
[Special Agent Daniel Kain Donaghy] Stress 70% RAD 0% BS 0%
[Skills: Special Agent Training 60%, Offender Profiling 60%]
[Traits: Keen Mind 10%, Intimidating Sonuvabitch 10%, Indomitable 10%, Made of Iron 20%, Carbosilicate Destabilization 15%, Asshole -10%, Miserable Alcoholic -5%, Chain Smoker -5%, Burned and Scarred -10%]
Purpose. Guy talks of purpose. What's my purpose? I didn't really know then. Truth be told I hadn't known fer quite some time. I looked up at the guy. From his clothes I wagered he was a federal employee. Seemed like we had somethin' in common, sorta.
He seemed ta be doin' fine. How does he do it? How does he stay sane after seein' his world go ta shit? Purpose, maybe? Purpose. Yeah. I guess I'll jus' have ta find some purpose. Why did I join the feds again, way back when? Ta make the life a others a li'l less shitty. Yeah, that'll do fer a purpose.
"Nope," I said as I grab the mug outta the guys hand, "Bottom's up." I raise it, then chug all its contents down.