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 18/18, Waster 4/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet, police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 4/5, Armour: None State: Healthy
"Ah don't know...seemed weird to ask." She pulls over beside a gas-station and gets out. After a dramatic silence, permeated by the sound of the wind rushing over the arid landscape Luther leans forward and clicks on the radio, after a few seconds of static a recovery of 'Can't make it here anymore' plays.
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 18/18, Waster 4/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet, police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 4/5, Armour: None State: Healthy
Clara returns from the station sooner then you expected and gestures toward the store. "You two might want to go in there." She suggests, and you become aware of smashing sounds coming from inside.
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 18/18, Waster 4/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet, police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 4/5, Armour: None State: Healthy
From the advertisement plastered window outside the store you can see movement inside. Luther opens the door a crack and quickly slams it shut as a blast of gunfire slams into it. You hear laughing from inside.
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 18/18, Waster 4/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet, police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 4/5, Armour: None State: Healthy
The padlock makes an epic popping sound as it splits open, clattering the the floor in a shower rust. You wind up in a dusty back-room, cluttered with boxes of dry-ice-cream.
(I'm trying to get a divorce from Vodafone prepaid, so my posting might get a bit infrequent.)
Name: Sean Deane
Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin.
Inventory: Cain 12 18/18, Waster 4/4, x2 8.5mm Rounds, Aspirin tablet, police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x2, bandages, army knife, 7.64 Tormenta Exacta 4/5,
Armour: None
State: Healthy
I stand up and kick the door at it's handle for maximum door opening energy. I dodge in and raise my pistol scanning for a target and firing on any threats. "Luther!" I shout as I start firing, hoping he knows to start firing now too.
(Mmmmmh, I'd be looking for the exact opposite, but that's just me!)
