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| 01 Mar 2013 07:10 PM |
You remember when you where a kid, staring at the sky, unused to see the strange air-crafts cruising through the clouds, even when they did it every day. Day after day, the sky turned darker, colder, and the night blended into daylight. You remember the shooting, the explosions you heard from afar, each day sounding closer. You remember the day they came. Your family took you, desperate, you remember watching your house crumbling onto flames. You remember looking up, and seeing not the usual dark skies, but a huge figure, shrunken by the distance. You remember your family in tears, while smuggling you to the ship, so you could survive, and you rising, the figure becoming larger, until it became a clear image. It had written on one of the fronts: Atlas. You hear on that tight chamber, crammed with people: "Welcome to Atlas, the first planet-ship, carrying over 80.000 people at the moment, and rising" You remember to look down, and seeing a dirty, cloud covered sphere, brief flashes blinking across it's surface. You remember, even though they were miles away from you, separated by a void and dark clouds, seeing their faces, waving goodbye, and their cries for both joy for you to have made it, ad for sadness, they will never see you again, echoing in your mind. Then you remembered walking into Atlas, the Greek titan that would carry the world on his back.
Somewhere in Sector 50: 5:46 a.m (Earth standards)
The captain naps on his chair quietly. The rest of the cockpit, a big complex room, filled with paper thin screens, that appear to be floating in the air, seems empty, yet filled with silence. A very large screen, occupying the entire front wall of the room, working has a digital windshield. Without any surprise, it shows a deep-black background sprinkled with white dots. The captains chair wobbles lazily side to side. His head leaning forward and his hands on his lap. A lone alarm starts buzzing, and a red light blinks from somewhere. Only after a while someone notices it. The room suddenly springs back to life. Sleepy workers are rudely awaken all over the room, what seemed completely deserted, was actually packed with workers. The captain jumps of his chair, and fully awake asks "What was that?" Still a little a sleep, the workmen don't answer right away "I asked: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?!" he yells, impatient. "Humm... hmm... Near object to the ship, potential collision in... 35 minutes..." One of the trainees finally answers. "How big?" The captain shouts back. "About... 10 meters!" "Wait, there's another one! Hold on... I see other, strange, they're exactly the same size" The trainee looks astonished to the screen "Sir... They're changing course... Drastically, it's speeding! Oh god! It's gonna hit the ship!" "Give me all cameras near the impact spots" after a while, a bunch of black squares appear over the big screen, following for images of different parts of the ship. "what is that?" they squint at the images of a blue, shady blob, crossing the sight field of the camera, swirling to the ship. The cockpit trembles. "Losing energy to engines 1, 2... All engines lost!" One shouts. "Energy blackout on living quarters, engineering, armory... Everywhere!" After a stronger shake all lights go out. "Sir..." His voice is interrupted when they're all thrown down by a violent shake.
(For the lasy ones: Earth is at war, so your parents brought you to Atlas, a massive ship, but something has gone wrong...)
C.S Name: Age: (13 to 20, please) Appearance: Clothing: (remember, they're in space) Bio: (Optional) Occupation/job: (engineer, security, etc.) Items: (May be weapons, but something small, he can carry) Other:
RULES: 1.No Gmod. 2.No troll. 3. Accurate grammar, please. 4.Romance at your own risk. 5.Put "Griled Grinch" On your C.S. 6. Have fun!
Hope you like it! |
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batmangum
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| 01 Mar 2013 07:14 PM |
C.S Name:Leo Kajimz Age: (13 to 20, please)13 Appearance: Black hair, green eyes, about 5'2, 93lbs Clothing: (remember, they're in space)Space suit, orange Bio: (Optional)TBR Occupation/job: (engineer, security, etc.)Technical Engineer Items: (May be weapons, but something small, he can carry)Picture of family. journal and pen Other:Griled Grinch is not nice
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| 01 Mar 2013 07:18 PM |
| (You must describe better the description and clothing, otherwise your accepted!) |
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| 01 Mar 2013 07:23 PM |
| (I'll post my C.S. tomorrow) |
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| 02 Mar 2013 06:06 AM |
C.S Name: David Gold Age: (13 to 20, please) 14 Appearance: He's very tall and thin, due to the radiation his hair turned white. He's athletic has well. Clothing: (remember, they're in space) A thick, luminescent orange, anti-rad monkey suit. It has a built in hood that covers the entire head, helmet like. Bio: (Optional) He's been for one year in Atlas, and recently found out that his family died on war. He was devastated, but he got over it quickly, realizing it was no good to worn them. Occupation/job: (engineer, security, etc.) Scout, looks for problems on the ship and warns someone to fix it. Items: (May be weapons, but something small, he can carry) Tazer, holo-pad, detailed map of the entire ship, bio-metric scanner (finds abnormalities in walls and such) Other: Griled Grinch |
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batmangum
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| Joined: 10 Dec 2010 |
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| 02 Mar 2013 07:25 AM |
| (Sorry, it was right when I had to get off. More Appearance:He is kind of short and thin. Clothing: Orange NASA space suit) |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:07 AM |
Name: Trollus Maximus Age: Immortal Appearance: None, because he is god Clothing: None, because he is god Bio: He is god Occupation/job: God Items: He has the staff of smiting, which has the power to destroy the whole universe in one swipe. Other: He is god
Grilled Grinch.
~Rock is dead. Long live paper and scissors!~ |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:12 AM |
(@batman acepted @Troll: really? No wonder, 9 posts ever published... |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:25 AM |
| (you even know what gmod is? Cause it's what you've done, so no your not accepted) |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:36 AM |
Too Bad, I'm gonna RP anyways :3
~Rock is dead. Long live paper and scissors!~ |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:38 AM |
| (You do know if you do that I can report you if I wish, besides you're clogging up the RP with your stupid posts) |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:44 AM |
I use my amazing staff of smiting to level the whole universe, thereby killing everyone and everything in it, allowing it to begin again as a universe with no human greed and total, universal peace.
END OF RP. THANKS FOR RPING!!!
~Rock is dead. Long live paper and scissors!~ |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:45 AM |
| (ok 1 more And i'll bann you!) |
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coppermop
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| Joined: 13 Jan 2009 |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:46 AM |
(He's a stupid troll. 'Nuff said.)
For every mop, there is a piece of copper. |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:46 AM |
| You can't ban me from a thread :3 |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:49 AM |
| (done, just hold on a few days) |
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| 02 Mar 2013 08:54 AM |
| You haven't done anything. I can still post here :3 |
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| 03 Mar 2013 04:04 PM |
| (still waiting and joyfully receiving more people) |
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