...aboard a derelict spaceship, its entire crew murdered. You have no idea who or perhaps even what you are...
This RTD is going to be different from my other two. Unlike Netland and Hell Desk, this one isn't going to have any kind of predetermined plot. Instead of a closed system with some mobility inside of it, you're going to be exploring an open sandbox. There are no set goals besides survival- kind of like DF really.
Like the title says, you're going to wake up in suspended animation aboard a small derelict starship.
You can be:
"Human"
Or at least you look like it. You may or may not be Homo Sapiens of Sol, but you're close enough that it doesn't matter.
Android
Think Data. You are a machine, but you're built to 'be human', or at least effectively approximate humanity.
Robot
There's a series of books I read about on TvTropes about sentient fusion-powered tanks. "Bolo" I think it was. You'd be something like that, not at all humanoid in form but still possessing free will, personality, and intelligence. Wall-E or Johhny Five would be a more anthropomorphic example. KITT and the robots from Suspended would also fit here. Of course, you can't be anything terribly large.
Also, I'd really like if you drew a picture of what you're supposed to look like. Just use MS Paint or something.
Computer A.I.
The opposite end of the spectrum to Human. You don't even have a defined physical form- you're just an artificial mind who can reside in anything that can store data and execute machine code. HAL for example.
I think six players will be enough. None of you will have any recollection of identity besides your name, which will be your Bay12 username.
Also, this game might switch formats to a different system, such as GURPS. Standard RTD rules apply for now.
NOTICE — Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot. — BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR, per G.G., Chief of Ordnance.
— Epigraph to Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, 1885
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