2015 After recolinisation; the apocalypse has already occured, some 3000 years ago, earth has been recolinised and has reached almost exactly the same state. Save large pine-forests on America, marches on Australia and slightly advanced tech world-wide.
Nickel Inc, one of the most advanced lab's in Knucklebones (Read Texas) has long been working on making test-tube babies designed for combat.
After creating several successful clones, they create a mixed batch, programmed to have strong urges to eradicate all other clones in the batch. Releasing these and locking down the facility they leave. Planning to come back after the action has cooled down, supposedly being left with only the most effective clones.
Unfortunately some clones, break into the boiler room with the intention of blowing up the lab in a suicidal attempt to destroy the other clones. Many are killed by the resulting blast, but a good fifty survive, now no longer hemmed in by the now lab's walls. These hide in the city, having large shoot-outs in public places to the chagrin of the sheriff.
In this forum you play as one of these artificial-humans, but be wary, some clones have excelled to an elite level, and while the police will only detain you Nickel Inc soldiers will gladly cut you down. This is not a friendly world to be spawned into.
RULES: No auto hitting, killing, unlocking, traversing, ect. No cussing in english. Clones are limited to Saline City Knucklebones and are unable to leave. No flash-dancing.
NOTIFACATION: Due to the tyrannical nature of Vodafone I will only be able to post of Thursday to Monday each week.
Character sheet: Fill in the brackets with your clones details.
Name: (The name your clone gives himself) Notable features: (Most clones were formed as blond Caucasians in there late teens, but some my vary, having different skin,hair,eye colour or being albino or hetrochromatic. Inventory: (Pick a side-arm form the list below.) State: Healthy
Clones will start in the smouldering wreckage of the Nickel Inc's destroyed ware-house, armed with pistols kindly (stupidly) supplied by Nickel Inc. This is located on beginning of Row street
You climb out of whatever shelter you were protected by and are greeted by the view of the charred smoking remains of a ware-house. You instantly feel a strong chemical urge to kill as many other clones as possible, as you were programmed. You can see a few. Covered in ash and standing on unsteady feet.
A clone a about 40 feet away goes down under your fire, as he drops the other clones duck. A few return fire, kicking up long plumes of ash around you.
As you run from the wreckage you come to a road, you run along the side of the tar for a few minutes and near a cul de sac. None of the clones seem to be following you but you can't be sure with the heat haze.
There two rows of houses curving around the en of the road. There is also a gun-shop mixed in among them. The closest house has an invitingly open window on the ground floor.
Inside is a picturesque living room. There is no one inside, but a security camera crouches in the far corner of the roof, like a bloated black spider.
You find a wallet containing $40 US dollars and a handful of cents. In the wardrobe you find a long khaki trench coat. The camera follows you across the room whirring softly.
I stuff the money in my pocket and slip on the trench coat. I look up at the camera once more, fire a single shot into it before exiting through the back.
The camera splits open with a little popping sound as you exit the room. Outside you cans see another clone being pursued by a peace-officer. They are moving down the street toward the church.
