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: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 8/18 ,second mag, Waster 1/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, Vince Alvin Knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 5/5, Frozen Wedges, Armour: None State: Healthy
As you close your hand around the door handle the locks on all four doors disappear into the car with a chorus of clicks. Bob wails, and the rabbits beige body squeezes out of the gap between the the roof and the padding thereof, landing with a thump on the seat next to Luther. It hunches over him bearing slanted thin teeth while he cowers in his chair, struggling to lift the weapon in his hands with the barrel wedged between the door and dashboard, the rabbit grin nastily before preparing to sink its fangs into his throat. Then... "You should see the look on your face right now."
A crackly human voice from inside the rabbits stomach as it freezes in place.
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 8/18 ,second mag, Waster 1/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, Vince Alvin Knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 5/5, Frozen Wedges, Armour: None State: Healthy
The rabbit pulls a plastic tag labeled 'Made in the US' out from behind one ear, and shrugs you can hear the whirring of gears in it's shoulders. The voice crackles a second comment and you detect a old fashioned New York accent. "Da same thing as you, son a' Uncle Sam's tech labs."
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 8/18 ,second mag, Waster 1/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, Vince Alvin Knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 5/5, Frozen Wedges, Armour: None State: Healthy
The rabbit settles on the dash board and casually kicks it legs "Just follow you around for a bit, terribly boring being a intelligence bawt, and I've always loved a good shoot 'em up film." He extends a paw towards you "By da way, my name is SociopathRabbit, mista."
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 8/18 ,second mag, Waster 1/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, Vince Alvin Knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 5/5, Frozen Wedges, Armour: None State: Healthy
The rabbit shakes your hand grinning cheesily, and giggles for some reason at 'Luther and Bob respectively'. Luther seems on edge, staring at the rabbit and twitching whenever it moves. Bob goes back to sleep. And the sun begins to rise...
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 8/18 ,second mag, Waster 1/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, Vince Alvin Knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 5/5, Frozen Wedges, Armour: None State: Healthy
"Bob. BOB! Wake up, get into the passenger seat, Luther we need to move see if you can get this clunker moving. So SociopathRabbit is a bit of a mouthful anything shorter I can call you?"
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 8/18 ,second mag, Waster 1/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, Vince Alvin Knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 5/5, Frozen Wedges, Armour: None State: Healthy
Luther searches the trash presently, looking for the keys, and finds them inside a non-meltable ice-cream tub. After cleaning, and inserting the key he takes the drivers seat and starts trying to get the car back on the road. SociopathRabbit twitches his ear in responce to your question and replies "The white-coats who designed me used to call me TweetyBoid. No idea why."
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 8/18 ,second mag, Waster 1/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, Vince Alvin Knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 5/5, Frozen Wedges, Armour: None State: Healthy
"Boid will do." He tells you, vowel swapping cheerfully. As Luther maneuvers the ute onto the road the shacking subsides to a constant hum and you pick up speed. The highway meets the the road and Luther asks you what to do.
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 8/18 ,second mag, Waster 1/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, Vince Alvin Knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 5/5, Frozen Wedges, Armour: None State: Healthy
The highway rushes smoothly past as you pick up speed. Luther swerves a few times, yelping. "This is different to driving a APC apparently." He thinks "I guess we were programmed for driving those." Boid stops complaining about not having a booster seat and nods. "Yep, inbuilt memories are one of the only advantages of being a clone,"
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 8/18 ,second mag, Waster 1/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet. Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, Vince Alvin Knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 5/5, Frozen Wedges, Armour: None State: Healthy
Boid half looks at you "Depends on your model. Some are just a little tougher then average, some keep artillery-lock-down function even after they mature...A couple of years ago a clone born in Michigan had the ability to dislocate his joints at will." Bob grins. "I knew had a drinking buddy who could do that...only man who could open pickle jars easier then his wife." Bob's voice seems strangely accented, then you realise- He's sober.
