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[Descan]

Not literally, of course. You're quite clean, for a peasant. You ARE, however, just a lowly peasant. Doing the menial work that others, more well off, more affluent shove off to you.


Of course, since you're just a peasant and never picked up a book in your life, you have no idea what the rest of the world is like! Good thing you can make it all up like *that*. Handy, that.


What setting is this? Steam-punk, space colony, Atlantis, Roman? Go wild, I'll try and work with everything, though with everything I reserve the right to veto.

What KIND of peasant are you? Are you a worker in the city, or a serf in the field? Or something else, suitably low and demeaning?

How old are you? Have you any family, any heirlooms?

What skills have ye?

And finally... Are you human?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

So, basically, this is a game where you start with barely anything. Open-ended, I don't mind doing any crazy shit you put your mind to. If this takes off I MIGHT take a crack at drawing, though I can tell you that I'm shit. If one of you is crazy enough to volunteer, then woo. Otherwise, text only.


I seriously just wrote this off the cuff so things might change a LOT before the first update. If that happens, I'll post that the first post is changed. Eventually, if necessary, the next post will become a Table of Contents. Assuming this goes past the first page.

[Descan]

Table of Contents? Or just a piece of shit post that is taking up space. YOU DECIDE.

[Scelly9]

What setting is this? Space Station 12, the largest in the galaxy!

What KIND of peasant are you? A sewage disposal cleaner!

How old are you? 23
Have you any family? They are down on earth.
Any heirlooms? A single picture of your mother and father from earthside.

What skills have ye? Cleaning sewage, Writing, Hand-To-Hand combat.

And finally... Are you human? Yes.

[King DZA]

We are a five armed turquoise-skinned alien currently living on a barren planet in some far corner of the universe. Enslaved by robot overlords, along with the rest of our race, we are forced to travel from planet to planet mining a variety of ores to further the robots' own sinister and enigmatic schemes.

All of our family members are dead. Some from exhaustion, others starvation, a few even from trying to fight against the robots. But nonetheless, we are the only one left. All we have to remember any of them by is an old yet stylish ascot that we wear always, handed down through three generations.

We've become very good at mining, and have adapted to going long periods of time without sustenance.

EDIT: Oh, and our 300th birthday is in a week.

[lawastooshort]

Table of Contents? Or just a piece of shit post that is taking up space. YOU DECIDE.

I'll vote Table of Contents. Original premise.

[Kadzar]

The setting is early twentieth century pulp fiction. We are SKY HOBO! We live aboard the majestic ZEPPELIN CITY as an unemployed vagrant. Our family and age are mostly irrelevant. We possess an heirloom HOBO HARPOON GUN and are skilled in it's use and also a MASTER OF DISGUISE. We are, of course, human.

[lawastooshort]

What setting is this? A dark ages field not far from a dark ages village in south west England.

What KIND of peasant are you? A mud hauler.
How old are you? 37.
Have you any family? What?
Any heirlooms? A used loincloth.

What skills have ye? Hauling mud, gathering mud.

And finally... Are you human? Yes.

[Descan]

I've seen a few I like, and a few I hate with a burning passion. (LOOKING AT YOU, DZA. THIS IS SERIOUS, YOU GUYS. SO SERIOUS.)

But unless y'all pick one to get behind, I'm gonna have a bit of trouble choosing! Hm. I'll give it another few hours, after I wake up (GOING TO BED AT 5AM, smart idea? Or SMARTEST idea?), and if there isn't a sort of consensus, I'll see what I can do with what I'm given, either picking one at random, one I like the most personally, or mixing them together into an abomination of science.

[King DZA]

Enslavement is a very serious matter, Mr. Descan. More so when done by robots. I am shocked and offended by your lack of sympathy for the five armed, turquoise-skinned extraterrestrials.

[Deny]

What setting is this? Space Station 12, the largest in the galaxy!

What KIND of peasant are you? A sewage disposal cleaner!

How old are you? 23
Have you any family? They are down on earth.
Any heirlooms? A single picture of your mother and father from earthside.

What skills have ye? Cleaning sewage, Writing, Hand-To-Hand combat.

And finally... Are you human? Yes.

+1

[Descan]

Enslavement is a very serious matter, Mr. Descan. More so when done by robots. I am shocked and offended by your lack of sympathy for the five armed, turquoise-skinned extraterrestrials.

I am a deeply racist trans-universal alien penguin pony.

[Descan]

Okay, so I wake up! Huzzah.

Right, so Space Janitor is winning by a hair. That's what I will go with in the next few hours unless anyone wants to butt in and change it drastically. I should have the update up by, oh, say 10PM assuming I don't get distracted.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

I will get distracted. Also, you knew that's what this spoiler said, but opened it anyway.

[racnor]

What setting is this? Space Station 12, the largest in the galaxy!

What KIND of peasant are you? A sewage disposal cleaner!

How old are you? 23
Have you any family? They are down on earth.
Any heirlooms? A single picture of your mother and father from earthside.

What skills have ye? Cleaning sewage, Writing, Hand-To-Hand combat.

And finally... Are you human? Yes.

+1

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[Teneb]

What setting is this? Space Station 12, the largest in the galaxy!

What KIND of peasant are you? A sewage disposal cleaner!

How old are you? 23
Have you any family? They are down on earth.
Any heirlooms? A single picture of your mother and father from earthside.

What skills have ye? Cleaning sewage, Writing, Hand-To-Hand combat.

And finally... Are you human? Yes.

+1

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[Descan]

You wake up on board Space Station 12, the largest in the galaxy! Which is easy since there are only 3 space stations in the Sol system. Which is the only place humans have colonized, baring a few probes to Alpha Centauri and Sirius.

You look up at the stars shining in your face, and grumble at the peeling edges of the StarCorp E-Z Space Window™, 1 month old and already fading.

You look to your left, and notice a new panel on the wall, still with a dust-cover on it, and steel filings on the floor.

Hm? Must be the new security system they have in place.

You take a sonic shower and, with ears still ringing from the sonic scrubbers, tap on the screen to start up the new system.

GREETINGS, CLEANING AGENT #45, AND WELCOME TO THE NEW, STARCORP ONE-PRESS SECURITY SYSTEM. FOR SECURITY REASONS, PLEASE STATE YOUR LEGAL AND PREFERRED NAMES, INCLUDING ANY NICKNAMES YOU MAY GO BY.

Oh, a name now? I haven't thought about my name in... jeeze, since I got here! I wonder why they suddenly feel like humanizing us? Whatever, I just gotta remember that thing...

Remembering the photo of your parents, and the note they penned on the back to save paper, you take a look at it, hoping they wrote your name on it somewhere.

We're so proud of you, yada yada, first of the family in space, yada yada, the dog got cloned again, etc, etc. Ah, here it is!

"My name is..."