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: Police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x1, bandages, army knife, 7.64, Solitary Muesli Bar. Brain-Spike M762.
Tormenta Exacta 4/5,
Armour: None
State: Small deep wound on back of skull.
"Ah... Yes..." I say uncertainly, "I think so... Ask... Ah... Boid... Yes..."
You manage to shallowly eviscerate the bug without crippling yourself, and it drops to the floor with a thump. The others are more hesitant to attack you, lingering in the corners of the room.
You feel something warm brush the back of your neck.
Name: Sean Deane
Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin.
Inventory: Police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x1, bandages, army knife, 7.64, Solitary Muesli Bar. Brain-Spike M762.
Tormenta Exacta 4/5,
Armour: None
State: Small deep wound on back of skull.
Boid nods encouragingly and goes of in pursuit of a Common Buckeye.
Name: Sean Deane
Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin.
Inventory: Police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x1, bandages, army knife, 7.64, Solitary Muesli Bar. Brain-Spike M762.
Tormenta Exacta 4/5,
Armour: None
State: Small deep wound on back of skull.
"Alright then, back into the car!" I say moving into the back seat.
Name: Sean Deane
Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin.
Inventory: Police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x1, bandages, army knife, 7.64, Solitary Muesli Bar. Brain-Spike M762.
Tormenta Exacta 4/5,
Armour: None
State: Small deep wound on back of skull.
You return to the warm confines of the Eco car, and Clara drives across the border. The dessert is soon replaced by clusters of buildings and apts.
Luther flattens the muesli bar wrapper against the roof of the car where it is quickly sealed by the half melted plastic, and turns to you "So, Gorge Rinell's Cell Replication Lab? Where should we start looking."
There are about six silvertails left, crawling over each other in their attempt to get away from you. Turning, you find that their is a gigantic centipede crawling upside down on the ceiling and hanging down toward you.
Name: Sean Deane
Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin.
Inventory: Police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x1, bandages, army knife, 7.64, Solitary Muesli Bar. Brain-Spike M762.
Tormenta Exacta 4/5,
Armour: None
State: Small deep wound on back of skull.
"Well it's a laboratory... And laboratories need researchers... We need to find a college, they have to get their researchers from somewhere, a college may be the best place to start. They may have run a recruitment program in some of the higher tier colleges..."
You plug two of the mutants, sending their shelled bodies colliding with the others. The centipedes jaws chatter as it flows across the ceiling, eying you darkly.
Name: Sean Deane
Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin.
Inventory: Police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x1, bandages, army knife, 7.64, Solitary Muesli Bar. Brain-Spike M762.
Tormenta Exacta 4/5,
Armour: None
State: Small deep wound on back of skull.
The city, 'Border Rowth' acording to the signs, and 'Border Growth' according to the graffiti is cramped and systematically ordered, it seems. You are in what appears to be the housing, and office district.
Clara finds a parking lot, and sets off in search of a newsagent to find a map.
Name: Sean Deane
Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin.
Inventory: Police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x1, bandages, army knife, 7.64, Solitary Muesli Bar. Brain-Spike M762.
Tormenta Exacta 4/5,
Armour: None
State: Small deep wound on back of skull.
"Best to leave our long weapons hidden in the car." I say as I take my pistols from their hiding spots. "We should all stick together, who knows what trouble we may find out there." I say.
The centipede makes a set of clicking noises which probably mean something like 'Of course it is hurting, I am trying to eats you.' and hisses as the slug hits one of its segments, it thrashes it legs at you madly.
Name: Sean Deane
Notable features: 6ft 2' in height, with short brown hair, golden iris', with slightly tanned skin.
Inventory: Police radio, Centavo Sniper badge x1, bandages, army knife, 7.64, Solitary Muesli Bar. Brain-Spike M762. Cain-12 8/18.
Armour: None
State: Bandaged head wound.
The majority of the area is made of pale concrete, reflecting the sun light, which blinds you for several seconds as you leave the car. There are several other pedestrians, carefully sticking to the shadows cast by the buildings. Several street signs can be seen. You are apparently on "Curly Way".
