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Posted October 22, '13 5:30pm UTC

WELCOME TO ARCADIA, THE BEST PLACE ON EARTH.

Arcadia was founded in the late 2015 to cope with the massive immigrant influx arriving in the United States following the enormous economic depression during the so-called Greater Arab War. The population of cities in the East Coast exploded, to the point that the cities' supply systems could no longer cope with the people they had been designed to deal with.

In January 2015, the government passed the Arcadia Act, which specified the construction of a city dedicated to temporarily housing all of the US's immigrant population. The city was to be circular in shape, with taller buildings at the edge of the circle and lower buildings as they approached the central park, so that all had a view of the green area from anywhere in the city. It was planned that Arcadia would be the first truly futuristic city in the planet, a layout that would be tested with immigrants.

Well, at least that's how it was supposed to be.

While the city was welcoming its first inhabitants in 2021, the arab war exploded into the Third World War. The Middle East became a dangerous fallout, large areas of Africa were bombed to pieces, and China was completely put out of the game as a global power, leaving Russia, the European Union, and the US as the three major powers of the world. The United States' East Coast suffered heavy bombing, the brunt of which was concentrated in - you guessed it - Arcadia.

When the bombing began, there were 1.4 million non-US citizens living in the city, the majority of which were of Russian, Italian, or Mexican descent. An estimated 60.000 US citizens lived in the city as well, the majority of which were Policemen, or other government affiliates. The downtown area (the circle) of Arcadia was already finished, and suburbs had sprung all around the city to house more inhabitants.

The city was almost completely burst asunder by the heavy bombing. It was rapidly turned from a modern and powerful city to a pile of burning rubble. An estimated 300.000 were killed by the bombs. Anarchy broke out almost immediately after, as the remaining citizens struggled to find food, water, and the other necessary supplies for life. Gangs and Mafias sprung up, mainly once-raced and discriminating against other racist groups. Efforts by the thinly spread police to calm the chaos were completely futile, and they were pulled out of the city almost immediately after.

This is where you come in. But first of allâ¦who are you?

1. An Unfortunately, Fortunately Mission

You were part of a military task force sent to the Northern suburbs of the city to secure government control, and begin installation of a forward base for government assets to operate from said place. While this was taking place, the Russian gang ambushed you and your fellow soldiers. In the ensuing firefight, all your fellow brothers were killed, and you were wounded and left for dead (character must be 18+).

2. A Matter of Semantics

You and your recently-married spouse have packed most of your belongings and are planning on leaving the city. While you and your wife (or husband) were driving out of the city to escape the growing chaos, you were stuck up by the Italian Mafia and you and your spouse were beaten, thrown out of the vehicle, and forgotten in the sidewalk (character must be 18+).

3. A Nearly-as-Tragic Episode, without the Tragic Part

You were an immigrant sent to live in the city long ago, and have lived as a street urchin since. You must do whatever you can to survive in this hell on Earth.

4. Make-Your-Own

Make your own back story. Only post it on your first post (when you're filling the sheet), you don't need to post it continually. It needs to be interesting and creative, if it is bland and/or not very canon-ish, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to let you use it, and you'll have to pick another instead.

CHARACTER SHEET

In your first post, please include your 1. Filled-out Character Sheet, and 2. Back-story.

Name: (Include first name, any middle names, and last name or names).
Gender: (M) (F)
Age: (Over 15, under 50).
Appearance: (Please be as short as you can while getting the point across. Include race).
--
Apparel: (What your character is wearing).
Inventory: (What items you have with your person).
Weapons: (Any weapons you have with your person. Ammunition included here).
--
Health: 100/100 (While I despise the traditional HP system, it is necessary for this RPG).
Abilities: (Notable abilities your character has. One example is the ability to drive a car. I'll let you pick 3 at the beginning, you can think a bit and select the ones you like best. Make them up, and I'll tell you if they're fine).
Perks: (More uncommon abilities your character has. One example is fighting with a sword (note, this doesn't give you a sword to begin with). Make one up, I'll tell you if it's alright).

I reserve the right to either add or detract items from the sheet for an individual player's needs.

OTHER FACTS AND INFORMATION THAT MUST BE PROCURED

Is winning possible?

You can, according to your background story, make a goal for your character. For example, if you pick the first option, your goal could be to construct that military base after all and restore US-Government control to the anarchy now reigning in the city. Of course, you can always play forever.

Companions? Friends? PC interaction?

Yes, you can have companions and friends following you around, helping you out in your quest to be entertained. As far as Player-to-Player interaction, I will allow it if the players involved express written consent to have their respective characters interact. Furthermore, events that a person causes will be felt throughout the city and will affect everyone. Players can also help or obstruct other players. In fact I'd find it quite interesting if a group of players got together to survive, or something like that.

Can my character die?

Yes, your character can die. If your character dies, you will be returned three turns before your death (this can be changed at the OP's discretion). If I feel that you are pestering me by constantly dying on purpose, then I will warn you. If you die pointlessly again (like throwing yourself from a window), I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill your character completely. Please don't make me do this.

What you can/cannot do.

Your character can do realistic actions within the power of a normal human being to execute, plus any abilities/perks that you have chosen. Just think about the action a bit, and you'll realize almost immediately if your character can or cannot do it.

Proper Grammar and Spelling.

You must use english to the best of your ability. If you are purposely writing with bad grammar and/or spelling, you will first be warned, and then kicked from the RPG.

A SHORT, POINTLESS, YET NECESSARY WARNING

Due to the very obvious tense conditions in the place where this RPG will take place, the Non-playable characters will be somewhat racist. Especially among different gangs, racism will be widespread. I of course am not going to use words such as the 'n' word in said occasions, but different ethnic groups will be fighting against each other - and against you - mostly based upon race. And, to a somewhat lesser extent, gender. Unless you're Storm, of course, because Storm isâ¦ special. *shudder*

I reserve all OP and GM rights, including that to kick you if necessary.

If you have any questions, please ask them now. Unless you're MattEmAngel. If you are him, please ask questions in my profile, haha.

[b]WELCOME TO ARCADIA, THE BEST PLACE ON EARTH.[/b]\r\n\r\nArcadia was founded in the late 2015 to cope with the massive immigrant influx arriving in the United States following the enormous economic depression during the so-called Greater Arab War. The population of cities in the East Coast exploded, to the point that the cities' supply systems could no longer cope with the people they had been designed to deal with.\r\n\r\nIn January 2015, the government passed the Arcadia Act, which specified the construction of a city dedicated to temporarily housing all of the US's immigrant population. The city was to be circular in shape, with taller buildings at the edge of the circle and lower buildings as they approached the central park, so that all had a view of the green area from anywhere in the city. It was planned that Arcadia would be the first truly futuristic city in the planet, a layout that would be tested with immigrants.\r\n\r\nWell, at least that's how it was supposed to be.\r\n\r\nWhile the city was welcoming its first inhabitants in 2021, the arab war exploded into the Third World War. The Middle East became a dangerous fallout, large areas of Africa were bombed to pieces, and China was completely put out of the game as a global power, leaving Russia, the European Union, and the US as the three major powers of the world. The United States' East Coast suffered heavy bombing, the brunt of which was concentrated in - you guessed it - Arcadia.\r\n\r\nWhen the bombing began, there were 1.4 million non-US citizens living in the city, the majority of which were of Russian,  Italian, or Mexican descent. An estimated 60.000 US citizens lived in the city as well, the majority of which were Policemen, or other government affiliates. The downtown area (the circle) of Arcadia was already finished, and suburbs had sprung all around the city to house more inhabitants.\r\n\r\nThe city was almost completely burst asunder by the heavy bombing. It was rapidly turned from a modern and powerful city to a pile of burning rubble. An estimated 300.000 were killed by the bombs. Anarchy broke out almost immediately after, as the remaining citizens struggled to find food, water, and the other necessary supplies for life. Gangs and Mafias sprung up, mainly once-raced and discriminating against other racist groups. Efforts by the thinly spread police to calm the chaos were completely futile, and they were pulled out of the city almost immediately after.\r\n\r\nThis is where you come in. But first of allâ�¦who are you?\r\n\r\n[b]1. An Unfortunately, Fortunately Mission[/b]\r\n\r\nYou were part of a military task force sent to the Northern suburbs of the city to secure government control, and begin installation of a forward base for government assets to operate from said place. While this was taking place, the Russian gang ambushed you and your fellow soldiers. In the ensuing firefight, all your fellow brothers were killed, and you were wounded and left for dead (character must be 18+).\r\n\r\n[b]2. A Matter of Semantics[/b]\r\n\r\nYou and your recently-married spouse have packed most of your belongings and are planning on leaving the city. While you and your wife (or husband) were driving out of the city to escape the growing chaos, you were stuck up by the Italian Mafia and you and your spouse were beaten, thrown out of the vehicle, and forgotten in the sidewalk (character must be 18+).\r\n\r\n[b]3. A Nearly-as-Tragic Episode, without the Tragic Part[/b]\r\n\r\nYou were an immigrant sent to live in the city long ago, and have lived as a street urchin since. You must do whatever you can to survive in this hell on Earth.\r\n\r\n[b]4. Make-Your-Own[/b]\r\n\r\nMake your own back story. Only post it on your first post (when you're filling the sheet), you don't need to post it continually. It needs to be interesting and creative, if it is bland and/or not very canon-ish, I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to let you use it, and you'll have to pick another instead.\r\n\r\n[b]CHARACTER SHEET[/b]\r\n\r\nIn your first post, please include your 1. Filled-out Character Sheet, and 2. Back-story.\r\n\r\n[b]Name[/b]: (Include first name, any middle names, and last name or names).\r\n[b]Gender[/b]: (M) (F)\r\n[b]Age[/b]: (Over 15, under 50).\r\n[b]Appearance[/b]: (Please be as short as you can while getting the point across. Include race).\r\n--\r\n[b]Apparel[/b]: (What your character is wearing).\r\n[b]Inventory[/b]: (What items you have with your person).\r\n[b]Weapons[/b]: (Any weapons you have with your person. Ammunition included here).\r\n--\r\n[b]Health[/b]: 100/100 (While I despise the traditional HP system, it is necessary for this RPG).\r\n[b]Abilities[/b]: (Notable abilities your character has. One example is the ability to drive a car. I'll let you pick 3 at the beginning, you can think a bit and select the ones you like best. Make them up, and I'll tell you if they're fine).\r\n[b]Perks[/b]: (More uncommon abilities your character has. One example is fighting with a sword (note, this doesn't give you a sword to begin with). Make one up, I'll tell you if it's alright).\r\n\r\nI reserve the right to either add or detract items from the sheet for an individual player's needs. \r\n\r\n[b]OTHER FACTS AND INFORMATION THAT MUST BE PROCURED[/b]\r\n\r\n[b]Is winning possible?[/b]\r\n\r\nYou can, according to your background story, make a goal for your character. For example, if you pick the first option, your goal could be to construct that military base after all and restore US-Government control to the anarchy now reigning in the city. Of course, you can always play forever.\r\n\r\n[b]Companions? Friends? PC interaction?[/b]\r\n\r\nYes, you can have companions and friends following you around, helping you out in your quest to be entertained. As far as Player-to-Player interaction, I will allow it if the players involved express written consent to have their respective characters interact. Furthermore, events that a person causes will be felt throughout the city and will affect everyone. Players can also help or obstruct other players. In fact I'd find it quite interesting if a group of players got together to survive, or something like that.\r\n\r\n[b]Can my character die?[/b]\r\n\r\nYes, your character can die. If your character dies, you will be returned three turns before your death (this can be changed at the OP's discretion). If I feel that you are pestering me by constantly dying on purpose, then I will warn you. If you die pointlessly again (like throwing yourself from a window), I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill your character completely. Please don't make me do this.\r\n\r\n[b]What you can/cannot do.[/b]\r\n\r\nYour character can do realistic actions within the power of a normal human being to execute, plus any abilities/perks that you have chosen. Just think about the action a bit, and you'll realize almost immediately if your character can or cannot do it.\r\n\r\n[b]Proper Grammar and Spelling.[/b]\r\n\r\nYou must use english to the best of your ability. If you are purposely writing with bad grammar and/or spelling, you will first be warned, and then kicked from the RPG.\r\n\r\n[b]A SHORT, POINTLESS, YET NECESSARY WARNING[/b]\r\n\r\nDue to the very obvious tense conditions in the place where this RPG will take place, the Non-playable characters will be somewhat racist. Especially among different gangs, racism will be widespread. I of course am not going to use words such as the 'n' word in said occasions, but different ethnic groups will be fighting against each other - and against you - mostly based upon race. And, to a somewhat lesser extent, gender. Unless you're Storm, of course, because Storm isâ�¦ special. *shudder*\r\n\r\nI reserve all OP and GM rights, including that to kick you if necessary.\r\n\r\nIf you have any questions, please ask them now. Unless you're MattEmAngel. If you are him, please ask questions in my profile, haha.

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OperationNilo

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Posted January 23, '14 3:54pm UTC

Oh, and before anyone asks.

Yes, I did enjoy my holiday.

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Shepherd

Posted January 23, '14 11:01pm UTC

Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
--
Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
----

The sergeant appears to have hewn his grenade at a cluster of enemies taking cover behind some sort of stone banister in a nearby house. you can see no trace of enemies about. Suddenly, the ground shakes, and you realise that the gas still in that pickup must've exploded. Someone might've gotten hurt, probably an enemy.

Peering out of your cover, you realise that you cannot see any more enemies. The ones that you were firing at previously appear to have retreated, perhaps to a safer location. The sergeant is looking at you, trying to shield his eyes from the sun, despite his goggles being on. With the same grin, he quietly asks if you can see any enemies about.

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Name: Xiao Mei
Gender: (F)
Age: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.
Appearance: 5'6, long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.
--
Apparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.
Inventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.
Weapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding
Perks: STNB
-----

Matvey still had that stupid expression he had during the bargain. He glared at you as he zipped down his jacket and handed it to one of the subordinates, the same one that had brought the caps earlier. He walked outside while holding the jacket and hanged it in a nearby perch. He lit a cigarette and smoked.

"Can we watch?" asked another of those inside the room, though quietly. You could tell he meant it in earnest, and not as a joke.

Matvey laughed hard in his face and gave him a pat in the back. Hopefully that meant no. Because it's weird as hell when someone asks something like that. Are they really that desperate? Sure, you'd often heard from people that some folks are just like that, but it was the first time you'd actually seen such an act. And it was just odd.

Matvey didn't seem like the type who would enjoy being watched during rather amorous acts, though, which was good. He half escorted, half shoved the others outside and quietly closed the door. His eyes remained fixated on you as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, with a new grin in his face. A grin you had not seen before, which could mean a thousand things.

Name: Cross Gotti\r\nGender: Male\r\nAge: 18\r\nAppearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Military BDU's.\r\nInventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.\r\nWeapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline\r\nPerks: Good with a sticker.\r\n----\r\n\r\nThe sergeant appears to have hewn his grenade at a cluster of enemies taking cover behind some sort of stone banister in a nearby house. you can see no trace of enemies about. Suddenly, the ground shakes, and you realise that the gas still in that pickup must've exploded. Someone might've gotten hurt, probably an enemy.\r\n\r\nPeering out of your cover, you realise that you cannot see any more enemies. The ones that you were firing at previously appear to have retreated, perhaps to a safer location. The sergeant is looking at you, trying to shield his eyes from the sun, despite his goggles being on. With the same grin, he quietly asks if you can see any enemies about.\r\n\r\n------------\r\n\r\nName: Xiao Mei\r\nGender: (F)\r\nAge: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.\r\nAppearance: 5'6,  long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.\r\nInventory: Knife, a handful of caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.\r\nWeapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding\r\nPerks: STNB\r\n-----\r\n\r\nMatvey still had that stupid expression he had during the bargain. He glared at you as he zipped down his jacket and handed it to one of the subordinates, the same one that had brought the caps earlier. He walked outside while holding the jacket and hanged it in a nearby perch. He lit a cigarette and smoked.\r\n\r\n"Can we watch?" asked another of those inside the room, though quietly. You could tell he meant it in earnest, and not as a joke.\r\n\r\nMatvey laughed hard in his face and gave him a pat in the back. Hopefully that meant no. Because it's weird as hell when someone asks something like that. Are they really [i]that[/i] desperate? Sure, you'd often heard from people that some folks are just like that, but it was the first time you'd actually seen such an act. And it was just odd.\r\n\r\nMatvey didn't seem like the type who would enjoy being watched during rather amorous acts, though, which was good. He half escorted, half shoved the others outside and quietly closed the door. His eyes remained fixated on you as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, with a new grin in his face. A grin you had not seen before, which could mean a thousand things.

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Nurvana

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Farmer

Posted January 24, '14 6:45am UTC

Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.
--
Apparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.
Inventory: Walkie Talkie
Weapons: My fists!
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.
Perks: Just being so darn attractive

Stepping around the corner, I pause for a moment and peek behind me. The action still seems pretty hot and heavy, and although the possibility of escaping with the government is so so tempting, it would be no good if I were dead; besides, I needed to find my spider.

I walk down the alleyway until I come to a fork. Unfortunately, there was just no way to track Charlemagne's small frame, so I shrug and take the right side. After a while, I notice an opaque window to my right, crudely carved out of the side of the building. Next to it, a small red door stood, nearly falling off its hinges. From within, I hear a commotion.

Charlemagne.

Taking a deep breath, I grasped the door handle and pulled. Hopefully, he would be worth my time.

Name: Nirvana.\r\nGender: (M)\r\nAge: The ole' one eight.\r\nAppearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.\r\nInventory: Walkie Talkie\r\nWeapons: My fists!\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.\r\nPerks: Just being so darn attractive\r\n\r\nStepping around the corner, I pause for a moment and peek behind me. The action still seems pretty hot and heavy, and although the possibility of escaping with the government is so so tempting, it would be no good if I were dead; besides, I needed to find my spider.\r\n\r\nI walk down the alleyway until I come to a fork. Unfortunately, there was just no way to track Charlemagne's small frame, so I shrug and take the right side. After a while, I notice an opaque window to my right, crudely carved out of the side of the building. Next to it, a small red door stood, nearly falling off its hinges. From within, I hear a commotion. \r\n\r\n[i]Charlemagne.[/i]\r\n\r\nTaking a deep breath, I grasped the door handle and pulled. Hopefully, he would be worth my time.

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Posted January 25, '14 12:00am UTC

Name: Xiao Mei
Gender: (F)
Age: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.
Appearance: 5'6, long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.
--
Apparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.
Inventory: Knife, at least a hundred caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.
Weapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding
Perks: STNB
----

Apparently, whatever you did to rouse the spider worked. Things suddenly took a turn for the ugly, though, because Matvey began to curse and utter maledictions a bit louder than you'd liked him to. Without warning, the door burst open and inside jumped the Russian's two aides. Unfortunately, they landed just on top of you.

One of them was morbidly obese, rendering possibility of escape impossible. The other one was just his opposite, although his small, bony hands were readily at work zip-tie-ing yours. You try to protest against the two's sudden onset, but your cries are only answered with being gagged. Luckily, they hadn't put something over your eyes just ye- oh. I spoke to soon.

Whatever. Now, you were being dragged away from Matvey's office. When you gained the privilege of eyesight once more, you noticed that you were now in a smaller chamber. The two men, however, hadn't bothered to remove the cloth wrapped around your lower face. The zip-tie had been removed, but replaced with handcuffs and a chain, which was tied around a post. You at least had some freedom with your hands, though. The distinct cries of people in suffering could be heard.

Before long, some idiot boy in weird is thrown into the cell as well. You recognise him as the owner of the tarantula. He appears to be more mercifully constrained than you.

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Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
--
Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
--

In the distance, a couple of runners can be seen. They seem to be pretty far away, and, before long, you realise they aren't worth the bullets. Two helicopters are flying inbound and preparing to land, ready to take the squad for some much-needed rest back at the base.

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Name: Nirvana.
Gender: (M)
Age: The ole' one eight.
Appearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.
--
Apparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.
Inventory: Walkie Talkie
Weapons: My fists!
--
Health: 100/100
Abilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.
Perks: Just being so darn attractive
--

As you gingerly open the door, you are warmly welcomed by two huge men, who, in their elation, jump on top of you and tie your hands to your back.

"Hey! We're all friends here!" you say.

"No. You come with us" answered the uglier of the two. His accent was tainted by a heavy Russian accent.

They proceed to drag you all the way about a peculiar maze of grey. Papers are everywhere, men and women are about their business, and no small number of people are smoking in the courtyard. Even if stuff was scarce in the cities and all, cigarettes were readily available.

Before you snap back to reality, you are thrown into a small cell. A girl is also being held prisoner in the small cell. You recognise her as the one who had boasted her more feminine attributes earlier, the one Charlemagne had followed. She glares at you with apparent contempt.

Storm & Nurv you two should get together and plan how you're going to interact or something. I'm not going to regulate that a lot.

Name: Xiao Mei\r\nGender: (F)\r\nAge: Under 24, but nobody can pinpoint it and I don't feel like telling.\r\nAppearance: 5'6,  long black braid, brown eyes. Taiwanese-American.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Old leather jacket, dark pants, mask with a flower on it, a key on a string that I wear as a necklace.\r\nInventory: Knife, at least a hundred caps, a piece of paper with words on it I leave up to you.\r\nWeapons: My precious knifey knife that I clean religiously, as well as some choice pieces of shattered glass. The key is sharp enough to stab people with if all else fails.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: agile, sneaky, good at blending in/hiding\r\nPerks: STNB\r\n----\r\n\r\nApparently, whatever you did to rouse the spider worked. Things suddenly took a turn for the ugly, though, because Matvey began to curse and utter maledictions a bit louder than you'd liked him to. Without warning, the door burst open and inside jumped the Russian's two aides. Unfortunately, they landed just on top of you.\r\n\r\nOne of them was morbidly obese, rendering possibility of escape impossible. The other one was just his opposite, although his small, bony hands were readily at work zip-tie-ing yours. You try to protest against the two's sudden onset, but your cries are only answered with being gagged. Luckily, they hadn't put something over your eyes just ye- oh. I spoke to soon.\r\n\r\nWhatever. Now, you were being dragged away from Matvey's office. When you gained the privilege of eyesight once more, you noticed that you were now in a smaller chamber. The two men, however, hadn't bothered to remove the cloth wrapped around your lower face. The zip-tie had been removed, but replaced with handcuffs and a chain, which was tied around a post. You at least had [i]some[/i] freedom with your hands, though. The distinct cries of people in suffering could be heard.\r\n\r\nBefore long, some idiot boy in weird is thrown into the cell as well. You recognise him as the owner of the tarantula. He appears to be more mercifully constrained than you.\r\n\r\n-------------------\r\n\r\nName: Cross Gotti\r\nGender: Male\r\nAge: 18\r\nAppearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Military BDU's.\r\nInventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.\r\nWeapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline\r\nPerks: Good with a sticker.\r\n--\r\n\r\nIn the distance, a couple of runners can be seen. They seem to be pretty far away, and, before long, you realise they aren't worth the bullets. Two helicopters are flying inbound and preparing to land, ready to take the squad for some much-needed rest back at the base.\r\n\r\n----\r\n\r\nName: Nirvana.\r\nGender: (M)\r\nAge: The ole' one eight.\r\nAppearance: Six feet. One eighty pounds. Long, curly brown hair. Wiry. White boy.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Oversized woolen pullover and khakis. Red converse.\r\nInventory: Walkie Talkie\r\nWeapons: My fists!\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: The ability to calm an aggravated character down, mild yet useful strength, and good hands.\r\nPerks: Just being so darn attractive\r\n--\r\n\r\nAs you gingerly open the door, you are warmly welcomed by two huge men, who, in their elation, jump on top of you and tie your hands to your back.\r\n\r\n"Hey! We're all friends here!" you say. \r\n\r\n"No. You come with us" answered the uglier of the two. His accent was tainted by a heavy Russian accent.\r\n\r\nThey proceed to drag you all the way about a peculiar maze of grey. Papers are everywhere, men and women are about their business, and no small number of people are smoking in the courtyard. Even if stuff was scarce in the cities and all, cigarettes were readily available.\r\n\r\nBefore you snap back to reality, you are thrown into a small cell. A girl is also being held prisoner in the small cell. You recognise her as the one who had boasted her more [i]feminine[/i] [i]attributes[/i] earlier, the one Charlemagne had followed. She glares at you with apparent contempt.\r\n\r\n[b]Storm & Nurv[/b] you two should get together and plan how you're going to interact or something. I'm not going to regulate that a lot.

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Name: Cross Gotti
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.
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Apparel: Military BDU's.
Inventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.
Weapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.
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Health: 100/100
Abilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline
Perks: Good with a sticker.
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"I dunno. I'll see if they have, and I'll be sure to get it on the way back."

With that, the wounded are carried to the Chopper, where they are lifted and taken away. A few men bring several crates to the centre of the action, where a couple of men, along with you, are sitting on top of sandbags. You notice, with no small delight, that there is food in the bundle of supplies, in the shape of crackers - you eagerly eat a few of them, and also take a long, refreshing drink from a bottle of water.

That's when you notice your hands - they are covered in blood. Which is peculiar, since you don't remember being near anyone that was wounded during the encounter. Or perhaps you did. There is no way to be certain.

What's more important, though, is that a box of magazines and a crate with half a dozen grenades is sitting nearby. You only take a couple. The others, in their eagerness and inexperience, had used more rounds than you had. After collecting some ammunition, you check your rifle and laboriously service it. Don't want it to be jammed anytime soon.

Along with you, there must be some three dozen men that remain in the area. The Sergeant appears to be more lively now. He briskly walks to the centre of the small plain and clears his throat.

"Gentlemen!" he begins, in a loud voice. "I want this area cleaned up. I want everybody setting a decent perimeter around here. Putting out fires, getting the ****able bags straight, you know the drill. The following men will patrol the vicinity groups of three: Lasky, Simmons ..." He does not call your men.

For some reason, you always get the grunt work.

Name: Cross Gotti\r\nGender: Male\r\nAge: 18\r\nAppearance: 6'1, pale skin, blue eyes, scrawny, brown hair.\r\n--\r\nApparel: Military BDU's.\r\nInventory: Catholic Holy Bible, Cross, Three Treatises of Government by John Locke.\r\nWeapons: M16A4 (149 rounds total), M1911 (5 mags), Standard-Issue Army Knife.\r\n--\r\nHealth: 100/100\r\nAbilities: Adept rifleman, fast runner, discipline\r\nPerks: Good with a sticker.\r\n--\r\n\r\n"I dunno. I'll see if they have, and I'll be sure to get it on the way back."\r\n\r\nWith that, the wounded are carried to the Chopper, where they are lifted and taken away. A few men bring several crates to the centre of the action, where a couple of men, along with you, are sitting on top of sandbags. You notice, with no small delight, that there is food in the bundle of supplies, in the shape of crackers - you eagerly eat a few of them, and also take a long, refreshing drink from a bottle of water.\r\n\r\nThat's when you notice your hands - they are covered in blood. Which is peculiar, since you don't remember being near anyone that was wounded during the encounter. Or perhaps you did. There is no way to be certain.\r\n\r\nWhat's more important, though, is that a box of magazines and a crate with half a dozen grenades is sitting nearby. You only take a couple. The others, in their eagerness and inexperience, had used more rounds than you had. After collecting some ammunition, you check your rifle and laboriously service it. Don't want it to be jammed anytime soon.\r\n\r\nAlong with you, there must be some three dozen men that remain in the area. The Sergeant appears to be more lively now. He briskly walks to the centre of the small plain and clears his throat.\r\n\r\n"Gentlemen!" he begins, in a loud voice. "I want this area cleaned up. I want everybody setting a decent perimeter around here. Putting out fires, getting the ****able bags straight, you know the drill. The following men will patrol the vicinity groups of three: Lasky, Simmons ..." He does not call your men.\r\n\r\nFor some reason, you always get the grunt work.

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That men* was supposed to be name. Pardon me.

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