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: Oblite Notable features: White, Medium length brown hair, Green eyes. Inventory: Concord Forger 5/6, lighter, speed-loader (0) State: Healthy
The building has several rooms, and many coffee tables. There isn't much valuable stuff lying around. In the room reserved for the Pistol Owners club there is a book guide to "Fanning the Hammer".
Name: Doug Notable features: Light brown hair, hazel eyes and lightly tanned skin. Inventory: CC 6/10, torch, 'Fire-ball' Pistol 6/8 $30 State:
He dies with a pop and a slight sighing sound. You salvage his stuff and find $30 dollars and a torch. His pistol is a classic semi-automatic with a Laser aiming system, and silencer. Checking the magazine you find that it fire 9mm slightly Incendiary rounds; explaining the un-bleeding corpses.
There are other traps in reach, but you can only safely carry one at a time. You can see torches being waved around deeper into the barren and faint voices. As you reach the side of the road your eyes are dazzled by the bright lights of passing cars.
The temperature has decided to drop heavily,and for some reason half of the passing auto's are black muscle cars. The flashlight are getting closer and you can see the gleaming of gun barrels. Accompanied by hill-billy drawl.
Name: Sean Deane Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin. Inventory: Cain 12 State: Healthy
You find yourself lying out in the open, while another clone, thinking you dead, approaches you with the intention of stealing your stuff. He is armed with a toggle-locked pistol, and nudges our foot with it's long barrel.
As you grow closer to the town-square you hear an excited cry of "Ahm gunna git him Daddy!" Followed by a boom , and the sound of some 24 shot pellets whizzing a foot past your head.
Name: Jimmy O'Daniel Notable features: Caucasian, blue eyes, brown hair. Inventory: Cain 12 State: Healthy
You wake up lying on top of a not-so-comfortable panel of broken scaffolding. Near you, crouched on a pile of bricks is another clone, carefully aiming a sniper rifle at something out of sight. Your chemical programming is screaming for you to kill him.
