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
Name : Brhundle Notable Features : Black and Long Hair , Black Eye Inventory : Cain 12 16/18 State : Healthy
You find a empty shoulder holster, a couple of bandages and a hunting knife in the back. The other clone asks you "Hey man, whats your name? Or if you got one, anyhow."
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 12/18, Waster 3/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. Armour: Kevlar State: Healthy
The diving and covering thing end with a anti-climax. Silence. Then the drunk man wanders over to you and holds out a little box of pain-killers asking "breath-mint?" By the way my name is Bob."
The giant pistol/stockless rifle kicks back mildly, as the other clone jerks back; sighing and going still as the bullet goes through his side into his heart.
Name: Mike Notable features: Silver hair, pink eyes, general albinism. Inventory: Concord Forger (6/6) State: Healthy
"What I mean was some of them other clones just forget or drop their names. But anyway, lets stick together man. Your cool." After saying this, I proceed to try to bust open the police car window infront of me with a quick elbow.
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 12/18, Waster 3/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. Armour: Kevlar State: Healthy
Bob calls to the other clone, crunching on his pain-killers "Hey Luther!" And he comes out from the shed. The Oasis fades as you near it, the 'ond' turning into a puddle of gasoline in the sand.
Name : Brhundle Notable Features : Black and Long Hair , Black Eye Inventory : Cain 12 16/18, Shoulder Holster State : Healthy + Name: Mike Notable features: Silver hair, pink eyes, general albinism. Inventory: Concord Forger (6/6) State: Healthy
Mike shatters the window, making a convenient little air-hole on the elbow of his shirt. As you burst into the car you can hear the police radio crackling away "...Multiple hostiles engaging on free-for-all fire-fights on the streets..."
Name : Brhundle Notable Features : Black and Long Hair , Black Eye Inventory : Cain 12 16/18, Shoulder Holster State : Healthy + Name: Mike Notable features: Silver hair, pink eyes, general albinism. Inventory: Concord Forger (6/6) State: Healthy
Points my Cain to Mike. What do you want ? Make a wrong move and you're dead.
Name: Mike Notable features: Silver hair, pink eyes, general albinism. Inventory: Concord Forger (6/6) State: Healthy
"To tell you the truth, I want some food. Anyway, I'm just gonna check this random car here. there seems to be a radio thing going on so.. it would be nice if you put that gun down though. (I hit a car that wasn't the one he was hitting, silly) But, I guess I'll just stand here till you let me go to loot this car for a burger. or maybe some candy? I want some candy..."
Name: Mike Notable features: Silver hair, pink eyes, general albinism. Inventory: Concord Forger (6/6) State: Healthy
"Well, to tell you the truth, I think we should avoid the location of it. anyhow... I'll give you some of the stuff I find, but It wont be much, these things seemed to have been abandoned long long ago." I then search the cruiser I just busted the window in.
Wow. Letting players interact can lead to weirdness.
Name: Mike Notable features: Silver hair, pink eyes, general albinism. Inventory: Concord Forger (6/6), Doughnuts x6, Zing Can, Massachusetts AR 8mm 7/7 State: Healthy
Inside the police-car you find a nearly full box of various doughnuts, a small can of Zing Energy Drink, and in the back a loaded Massachusetts Assault-Rifle. You notice that there is a empty coffee cup in the car. It's still warm.
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 12/18, Waster 3/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Asparin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. Armour: Kevlar State: Healthy
Luther shrugs. Bob sticks his hand up in the air, waving excitedly and shouting "Oh I know, I know!" He continues like this, while Luther scuffs his boots against the sand.
