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Tio Volatis "Subject #1, Please hold on.
Accessing base map...
Query: Armory
Processing....1 match found
Subject #1, there is one armory located in the southern edge of the base. The quickest route available is trough the main corridor besides the hangar. Please do note that sections of the Main corridor are destroyed. So it is possible that you'll have to take a side route.
""Subject #6, you will die because this facility cannot sustain itself indefinite. Air supplies will last for 2 weeks, Energy for 3 weeks and finally food for 2,5 weeks. There are multiple base breaches as well, so the facility is deep below zero in some areas.""Subject #7, There are 3 shuttles located in the hangar. They're fueled and ready to leave the planet. They are equipped with enough fuel for 3 days travel and a single use warp drive."_____________________________________________________________________________________________________
1. Player Actions Scapheap(Clair Adams) "Any armories on this base, Aurora"
If yes, head to and grab whatever closest to a revolver, if not, look for supplies.
(-): You ask Aurora.
[Look at the Tio Volatis tab now]
Dwarmin(Kathryn Fry) Kat shrugged, smiling slightly. Time for full macgyver mode.
Look for three things-a long pole, a roll of tape and a sharp pointy end. Try to fashion a basic spear.
Failing that, any knife or club would do.
(4,1,5):Carefully but quickly you search around the lab for a few materials to make a makeshift spear. You find one long bone, most probably from some alien lifeform, it's quite sturdy and has a very dark brown color. You find some scalpels with a very thin light blue edge, something tells you to not touch it. You don't find any glue,tape or anything like that to hold these components together. Shame.
Though you can always hit people with the bone and throw scalpels if neccessary.
You gained Alien bone and 4 diamond coated scalps. penguinofhonor (Doris Finnegan) Read the logs for more information, communicate anything that sounds critical to the other people in the room.
(-): You look around the room and find a large variety of logs, most of them don't have anything to do with the PR-hum experiment. Afterwards you end up with 2 logs, one that contains something about the PR-hum experiment and one about the virus.
You read 'PR-hum Log #477'
It appears that 6 out of the 8 subjects are progressing as expected. 2 subjects seem to undergoing cell degeneration, which leaves a dark residue behind. Subject 9 and 8 will be dead within 2 days, unfortunately there is nothing we can do as it is the result of a failed combining of 2 different DNA strands. We however did get the order to not flush the cells for future experiments on the DNA splicing and it's side effects.
Signed: PR-Hum Assistant
Diana JoYou read the second log named 'Strain APAD Log #08'
Symptoms of Strain APAD include: Dizzyness, cold feeling in chest area, halucinating.
First symptoms show up ~4 hours after being exposed to the virus.
Second symptom occurs after ~9 hours, this includes the cold feeling in chest and can include vomitting.
3rd symptom occurs after ~14 hours, at this stage most infected individuals are unable to think straight and need to be contained in their own chambers. Chambers should be stripped of any materials and objects which can inflict self-harm.
the 4th Symptom occurs after ~18 hours, this last symptom happens when the infected is at the end of his/her life. The infected starts howling up to 3 hours, at the end of his/her life a final screech occurs at when the infected simply drops dead.
All of the infected die from exhaustion and being cold. We have tried treating the individuals, but any attempts in doing so resulted in the infected dying sooner.
Signed: Strain APAD researcher
Tyio JunggYou share this news with the rest of the group
Database updated with new logs ( Discussion thread) Spaghetti7(Kurtis Blake) "Huh. Looks like this is gonna be difficult. If we're to get off this planet we're going to need some serious organisation."
Kurtis moved to the next door, and turned to face the group.
Propose we need a leader, and I will be that because of my previous experiences. Also look for clothes, food and weapons.
(-): You quickly claim the leadership of the group, though not everyone is listening you propose to search for food, clothes and weapons. Looking around you don't find any food or clothing. Some people are started gathering some materials for makeshift weapons and Doris is looking trough the heaps of paper. You don't see anything that could be used as a durable weapon so you grab a alien bone like Kath has.
You gained Alien bone Rolepgeek(Johnathan 'Hefter' Hennson) "Why would we die, then?"
(-): You ask Aurora.
[Look at the Tio Volatis tab now]
Persus13(James Macalroy) "so Aurora, how can we get off the planet"
(-): You ask Aurora.
[Look at the Tio Volatis tab now]
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2.Player Data_____________________________________________________________________________________________________
Age: 50
Skin color: White
Facial characteristics: A very mean looking old lady. Her silvery hair is in a tight bun and her eyes are always squinting like she's suspicious.
Participation number: 13
Bio: Doris was born in 1965 and spent most of her youth cherishing the end of the hippie era. As she grew older, she watched the culture of her childhood disappear and did all she could to keep it alive. She spent her twenties alternating between activism and partying, sometimes combining them. She was arrested once for participating in "Smoke and Dye," the largest combination tie-dye and marijauna smoke-out protest against tobacco since 1974.
Her life grew much less exciting as she matured, as all of her friends straightened out and left her behind. She spent this period jumping between sub-managerial positions at various restaurants and hanging out at parties she was much too old for. Eventually, as her forties grew near, she realized that she was mostly without friends and retreated to her house at the edge of the city with only her many cats and the occasional acid flashback to keep her company.
When Colorado legalized medical marijuana, Doris took it as a sign that the good times were coming back and got herself a card. Most of her forties were spent in a stoned haze, where she used her skill at looking sober from her youth to appear like an upset and unapproachable old lady no matter what her state of mind may be. She used her new prescription and persona to explore the city and see beauty in it that she hadn't experienced for nearly thirty years. Servers from across Denver knew of her as the best-tipping angry old lady they'd ever met.
Every night, Doris returned to her cats, which were her pride and joy. There was Snoop Dogg (he was the oldest, nearly nineteen), Samantha (a fluffy stray cat that had follwed her home), Possum (a thin gray cat), Pikachu (she adopted it from a neighbor's daughter when they couldn't keep it), Fritz (a large white cat), and Snoop Lion (the youngest, and most excitable).
Two days before her 51st birthday, Doris came home from one of her normal strolls to find that Snoop Dog had died sometime that day. Dismayed, she found an old drug buddy and made some arrangements. The next evening, she sat in her rocking chair, a dirty needle full of heroin in her hand. She stuck it into her other arm, injected, and died of an overdose shortly before midnight.
Age: 26
Skin color: Caucasian/Tan
Facial characteristics: A young woman with a sheath of long red hair, tresses and pale green eyes. Tall and sprightly, with a surfers build and long, athletic legs and arms. Round, narrows eyes that give her a questioning look, and a strong well muscled jaw.
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Bio: Kathryn is-was-the daughter of a popular politician, one Malcolm Fry of the former United States. This is how her life was defined. A prop used to supplement campaign ads. She spent her all too short life in a constant state of lonely flux, drifting from interest to interest-art, science, music, sports...but her true calling was the sea. Much to her families dismay, she became a professional surfer and beach enthusiast. In time, her talents matured and she began to take on her politics herself-another voice added to the cause. She usually chose to champion the downtrodden, the abused, the neglected-be it a littered stretch of beach or a people facing ostracization, she found it to her liking to protect them-and her oratory skills and sometimes beguiling beauty made her fierce in a debate. It was in truth, as much a cry for attention as a need to be acknowledged-beneath her good intentions, there was a young woman who was both insecure, fiercely proud and bitterly vain, demanding recognition as much as perceived justice.
All too quick, her little lifes candle was quietly snuffed out. She was kidnapped from her beach loft by a radical group opposed to her fathers beliefs-for no other reason then they could get to her to hurt him and make a bigger headline, or so most thought. The group killed everyone there, as well. At least a week passed while she secreted away in a bunker under the deserts of Nevada, where she was likely tortured mentally and physically during the time-the final video, with its gruesome live camera execution, could show evidence that. But the impact was not as great as the group could have hoped-for no word of penance passed her lips. The words prepared for her she did not read. She did not beg for mercy. She fought the ropes even as the gun was lowered.
Her death was a media frenzy, the story of the year-and what could be better than the stoic, high minded rebel daughter dying for beliefs that were not even her own? It spawned at least three movies-dozens of books-and a line of 'Don't miss any waves' inspirational line of clothing. Of course, Conspiracy theorists have never stopped ruminating on the convenient timing of the event and the unusually quick response from the Fry family.
As per her wishes, she was buried at sea-along with a simple ocean marker stating 'I was here. Then I was gone. So, don't miss any waves on my account.' Some said Kathryn had never used the line or expressed need for a memorial, that it was merely the ruse of a clever and ruthless marketeer. They were right.
After the manhunt, capture and summary execution of her killers, Malcolm Fry decided to have what little remained of his daughter preserved in the Gene Bank, a system of saving strong people for future a use that he had once opposed-her image and rallying cry was no doubt instrumental in his ensuing victories against his opponents.
When considering her usefulness to the program, Kathryn's merits were discussed-she was naturally robust and physically fit, with an amazing amount of self control and personal dexterity. Given but a little incentive, her athleticism could be driven to any number of tasks. Her intelligence was above average, and she had good foundations in many fields from art to science-if undeveloped at her time of life.
Aside from her natural photogenic qualities, Kathryn herself is quite charismatic-a natural leader-and a born diplomat and negotiator. The drive to success, combined with her strong willpower, could certainly be an asset to the program...
Alien bone:[Blunt Damage, not very durable.]
4 diamond coated scalps:[Don't touch the blade edge.]
Age: 24
Skin color: Caucasian
Facial characteristics: A man in his prime, relatively skinny with short brown hair. He has exceptionally dark eyes, with almost black irises and a gaunt face, looking young before his time.
Bio: Kurtis was born to a relatively poor district in the suburbs of London. He had a difficult upbringing, with food scarce and his father even more scarce. Every night he would be out protesting against the current, corrupt government, often drunk. One night he simply didn't return. A year later, when he was fifteen, a police unit at the door told his family they were to face charges of housing a dissident. Kurt heard the conversation and ran out of the back, ducking through the side streets. Heard the angry shouts asking for his whereabouts. Listened to the gunshots. After being told about their deaths the next day, he kept running and never looked back.
Joining up with a rebel fraction he participated in many guerrilla raids against government buildings. If they could kill his family without caring, he would kill dozens without remorse. Soon he was promoted and became a captain in the growing resistance movement, now leading the very raids he had participated in as a recruit. Finally, after a few years, the group was deemed strong enough to face the government. They stormed the police station by force and barricaded themselves in there until political demands were met, including the resignation of the current prime minister. Instead of the diplomat they were waiting for, the army turned up on their doorstep. Grenades blew in barricaded doors and windows, and bullets silenced calls for reforms. The government's forces pushed the rebels all the way to the top floor, before their losses became too many and they were forced to turn back. Kurtis took the opportunity to barricade themselves there and prepared himself for the last stand. He had made them pay for what they had done to him, and was ready to die in a fair fight.
The government, however, were not prepared to be fair. Explosions suddenly rocked the building as army aircraft pounded the building before, finally, one smashed through a top floor window and exploded inside the building. Kurtis was thrown from the building and in to the rubble and bodies of his comrades last stand. He was barely conscious when the troops found him and propped him against the last remaining wall around the crumbled compound. He could barely stand as the government troops lined up their rifles, barely having his eyes open when the order was barked by the commanding officer. The bullets slammed in to his body, pushing him against the wall before he fell to the ground, at rest at last.
After pleading with the politicians, his uncle managed to get him buried with his mother and brother.
Alien bone:[Blunt Damage, not very durable.]
Age: 20
Skin color: Caucasian
Facial characteristics: Long red hair and blue eyes. Slender build.
Thinking about it, my mind eye is seeing her like Kushina so pic.
Bio: A bandit from the wild west, never did anything big like Billy the kid or Calamity Jane so the history books tend to skip over her deeds however unlike them, she live a long time, passing away in her sleep at 73.
She started banditry at the age of 14 when her father, who she was riding with to Riverstone, was shot and killed. In a panic she drew her father's gun and shot the assassin in the head. Since she didn't know the routes, she got lost wandering and had to turn to banditry to survive.
Still using her father's gun, she attacked lone travelers for food and water and started making a name for herself, leading to requests of her services. She tried not to kill anyone, but accidents happen. Due to her methods, she gained several bounties and names, her favorites being Red Viper, the Huntress and the Angel of Mercy. She is proud of the fact no one worked out that they were all the same person till long after her death.
She took oaths to stop her becoming as bad as some bandits she had heard of, never shoot a bystander, never shoot a child, honer the spirit of your word not just the letters, never take a assassination mission, never turn a blind eye to true injustice.
Age: 37
Description: Heavily built with a tan on his lower arms, face, and torso, Big Johnny has dark eyes and darker hair.
Participation Number: 8
Bio: Johnathan was born to a loving set of parents, and two older sisters who he mostly got along with. His six year younger brother on the other hand, was born to parents who were beginning to fight over financial troubles. When Johnny was 13, they got divorced. The child, barely getting into puberty, bulky and strong for his size, immersed himself in games to cope; both sports and video. This ended up making him extremely competite in a very short time, and he broke both of his arms when he was fifteen, because someone told him he couldn't. When he was sixteen, he was doing well in most of his subjects, save math, and was diagnosed in a few months with a late-onset ADHD. When he graduated, though, he decided to join the army and follow in the footsteps of his aunts and uncles. That, and his family didn't have the money to send him to college. An infantryman for years, John's strength and skill with heavy weapons earned him the nickname 'Hefter Hennson'. After he finished his tours, and when he finally got PTSD, Johnny used the scholarship veterans got, and went to college. After six years, he found that he was unable to get a job, as the war had been unpopular and the veterans were disliked. After several years of depression and unemployment, he finally found a job as an algebra teacher in a high school. It was here that he died, when a gunman began shooting up the school. The shooter had been patrolling the hallways, and despite the warnings of the police, John had stayed in the school, getting his kids to safety, and then planning to kill the gunner. Jumping out from behind a door with a knife, he got his gut blasted by an assault rifle, but his weight let his momentum keep him going for the few seconds it took him to put the pain aside, ignoring the fact that he was bleeding massively, and jamming the knife into the man's neck. Then he threw the assault rifle and aside and collapsed. Despite extensive surgery, he did not survive.
Age: 30
Skin color: White
Facial characteristics: charlie chaplin mustache, red hair, black eyes.
Bio (if history can be created): James served in the British space navy in the 23rd century and fought for king and country in many conflicts. After the second pakistani space war, James became a military engineer cleaning up the demilitarized space zone where the battle (and planet) of New New Delhi had been of debris, scrap and all sorts of old weapons. An explosion from a unexploded missile took out his ship and exposed him and his friends to radiation. He was unaffected but had to get blood tested anyway. He enjoyed his job a lot, but when Pakistan opened the third pakistani space war by charging through the DMZ, they blew up his ship.
Metal Research Pipe : (Blunt damage)
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