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 12/18, Waster 3/4, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
I move away from the shacks hurriedly searching for a better hiding spot. I glance back toward where the cops are coming from.
You take a hall-way leading to a junction of two bedrooms and a small bathroom. From the balconey you hear an "Ow, daddy, one of the right nasty trapses got me!" "Stop trashin' 'round boy!" There is a mettalic thump, presumably as one of the hunters starts hitting the trap with the butt-stock of his gun.
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
You find a sort-of trench to hide in, it's about 4.5 foot deep, there is a pile of green rags in it. Looking back you can see cops splitting up, searching with torches. Some are in the dark coats of peace-officers, others the dark-coats of law-men.
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
I hide in the trench and cover myself as best I can with the rags, I keep the rifle hidden and I put both pistols into my hands in anticipation.
As you enter the man swing up his rifle, an old fashioned flint-lock repeater, but has to (ock and load it before he can fire, you have plenty of time to shoot, him.
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
You get as far as hiding, and reaching for the rags, but at that point the man wearing the rags turns and stares at you, wide-eyed and un-shaven. "Itsh the Aliensh" He slurrs "They're comin'! Thatsh why I 'ad to make my trench!" He stands and sees the cops lights. "Oh-my god itsh them!!"
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
I pause for a second in sheer confusion. Then i look right at him and pull the most horrified face I can muster, 'You're right man! They've been chasing me for years now, trying to probe me and do weird experiments on me. You gotta help me man, they already took my wife and child!'
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
The man's eyes widen further, and he grabs your shoulders, "They got mine too!" He show you an old-fashioned Japanese auto pistol "With thish ray-gun!" The police are getter even closer, torch beams scouring the sand.
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
'We gotta fight back man! But there are too many of them to fight now we gotta escape! You know a way outta here?' I start to move away quickly. 'Come on'
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
"Okay. shir." He follows obediently "Lead the way, to VICTORY!" As he shouts several torch beams shine your way. The trench only hoes for about a couple of metres. There is however a trap door, slyly hidden by a pile of empty bottles.
Name: Canada Notable features: 5ft 0' tall, bald, dark skin. Inventory: CC State: Healthy
You find yourself in a large puddle of what seems to be vinagear on the edge of the ruined factory. The sun has gone down and you can't see any threats in the distance.
You find some cash, including a green-back note, as well as a couple of cans of synthetic beans. Outside you find yourself in a cul-de-sac off buildings, including an arms-store.
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
'Hush up now, don't ya know They've got super hearing? Come on down here.' I open the trap door hurriedly and jump down.
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
The man gasps loudly, clapping a hand over his mouth. The trapdoor leads into one of the old Stoat war tunnels that still cover the states. It's dusty, with old wooden supports. The tunnel goes in a straight line, left and right.
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, Hans II 2/5 Rifle cartridges x3, Anti-freeze. State: Healthy
'Okay, okay, ah.... Left! Left to Victory!' I hurriedly move down the tunnel, keeping one eye out for any old traps left behind from the war.
