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| 27 Mar 2013 06:48 PM |
(WHY DID IT LOCK GRUMBLE RUMBLE HUEHUE)
(This was made by Hwen4 mostly, props to him, but he has the grammatical merit of a blind vegetable, so I used the magic of the English language to fix things.)
"Wake upon the steps of heaven, find yourself in the depths hell." Unknown ---------Story-------- As nations began the ascent into imperialism and war, men had vision of a heaven made by man, for man. "Columbia," a city of the sky; a nation of Godly worship, hope for the common man to see the beholder until the day of judgement. However, not all was fine in Columbia, racism was a very core issue that plagued the streets. As hatred grew between the citizens, the nation fell into a civil war of equality and justice. As it fell. the center became ravaged. and a tyranny was born above the clouds.
--------Tonics--------- "Tonics" liquidized magic as it is called, lends powers to the user; these powers ranger from telekinesis to fire. These powers are granted by salts founded in various locations around the city in vending machines and stalls.
-----Classes----- Founders- The "Founding fathers" Of Columbia, they are members of the elite class that controlled the city before the civil war began. Often cynical, they aim to control the population, and produce the finest equipment within Columbia. Zachary Hale Comstock leads them.
Vox Populi- A resistance movement founded upon left wing Anarchic-Communism; they push against the founders in a all out struggle to control the political situation in Columbia. They are dangerous, though, they hold basic civilian equipment in Columbia. They are led by Daisy Fitzroy.
Civilian- A member of Columbia, with no support for either side in the matter. They tend to either be thugs or bandits, and very vicious do minorities and out-siders. They are defensive, and will get scared quickly if they know they don't stand a chance. They hold civilian equipment, and do not have a leader unless it is with a independent group.
Outsider- The term outsider in Columbia means someone that has entered Columbia after the civil war has begin, either by shipwreck, or invitation. There goals are varied, though most tend to be biased upon the population, and greedy when possible. They are from different trades, from Sailor, to merchant, and enter with no equipment; tending to adapt as time goes by. They are independent, and only join a side when time goes by.
----Rules---- Basic Roblox Rules Basic Roleplay Rules Follow the rules given out, be aware, and be cautious of what the Admin says. Keep violence to PG 13 Same with Language Romance, keep it at a minimum Wait to be accepted Have fun, and be active
----Character Sheet---- Name: Gender: Age: Physical Appearance: Clothing: Class: Weapons: (Remember your class, keep it within the timeframe) Items: Bio: Other: |
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| 27 Mar 2013 06:48 PM |
| (I'm almost done with my first play through in Bioshock Infinite. 'Bookmarking' this thread! :D) |
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| 27 Mar 2013 06:51 PM |
| (Be ready for a stupid ending.) |
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| 27 Mar 2013 06:55 PM |
(Another one? This year and it's endings... Well, I'll see for myself, either way I found the Columbia quite the interesting city.) |
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| 27 Mar 2013 08:51 PM |
(I'm currently playing it too. Apparently in the DLC they're going to wrap up all the loose ends. Good thing I got the season pass. Hur hur hur :3)
For every mop, there is a piece of copper. |
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| 27 Mar 2013 09:02 PM |
----Character Sheet---- Name: Dom Henry Gender: Male Age: 32 Physical Appearance: Navy fatigues soaked to the brim. Clothing: Dom stands 5'11, weighing 170 pounds, about average for a navy man like himself. He hold himself, but still, he is slightly hunched from the days with the pipes below boats. Other then that, he has brownish hair, a 4:00 P.M shadow. His body is slightly scared. Class: Outsider Weapons: (Remember your class, keep it within the time-frame) Items: None Bio: "First your on daily recon next thing you know it your the front steps of a lighthouse just waking up. Once, along time ago, my father came back from the war in a body bag, a long night awaited me as I took the whisky from the cabinet and slept in the tub, a ball and tears in my sight. After that, I became a drifter, until getting beaten to a bloody pulp by a gang in New York, a navy man getting bruised to save my life. I had to thank him, so I came along for the ride. Well... It turns out it was not that simple, I was dragged off the ship at the age of 19, wasted, and lost in New York, my dream however, was still alive. I took the new few years as a bus boy, waiter, body guard, student, libarian, then a technician until I became a engineer for the piping in sky-scrapers. After that, well I joined the Navy, and became a sea-men in the weight distribution, and survey." "The last few days have been lost, but this light-house, this must mean something, right?"
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| 27 Mar 2013 09:05 PM |
| (Grumble grumble grumble, no big daddies. Grumble.) |
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| 27 Mar 2013 11:27 PM |
Name: Thomas Whittaker Gender: M Age: 34 Physical Appearance: Grey-blue eyes, medium build, typical haircut, fair skin, marking on the top of left hand making out the letter "Z" Clothing: A grey 3 piece suit with a black tie, Class: Outsider Weapons: N/A Items: Trench lighter, single silver eagle Bio: He was always interested in the floating city of Columbia, he got his wish. This led to that and he's now kind of in the city that once eluded him. Other: NILKNARF |
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| 28 Mar 2013 08:12 AM |
| (Poo, replace Tonics with Vigors, yeah, dont get angry.) |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:01 PM |
The rain poured softly on my body as my drenched clothing sagged, and I awoke only the numbness of my hands as they froze with the sickly blue of which frost-bright starts upon. I shook, cold, and awake now, and I quickly bent upward; attempting to jog my memory; which seemed blank as if I just awoke from a coma. My surrounding's were darkened with storm clouds as I lay on a deck above water. A room small building lay left to me, a light-house above. The light-house seemed... Familiar, but still, I could not remember.
I got up, and shook off some water; walking into the building, and looked over it; a life-boat, hooks, some tools, and no oars... Odd it seemed. |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:03 PM |
Bioshock Infinite may be good, but I'll never forget Bioshock 1 or 2 and how epic they were.
Rapture shall never be forgotten. |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:08 PM |
(Lets say I'm still at the lighthouse)
I sit on a rocking chair, having a smoke, I see a lump get up, not really interested, I'm unarmed, not a penny on me. |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:14 PM |
I walked out, shaking more of the cold I had, and coughed once; walking up to the light-house steps. "Hello?" I called out.... Nothing, "Looks like no-one is home... Still," I shrugged; I decided that I would stay here until the storm blows over, and I can figure the next plan. This floor of the light-house contained crates behind a pole and offering basion on a table in front of the pole. |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:16 PM |
| "I thought you'd never wake up." I say, following the lump into the lighthouse. "I'm Thomas, some big thug types dumped you off here about 3 hours ago, I've been waiting for you to wake up, should've brought you in......" |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:18 PM |
| I jump, and quickly turn my head facing you, "Who the hell are you?" I ask quite shaken, "And what thugs dragged me to the middle of nowhere?" |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:22 PM |
| "I'm Thomas, friends call me Zed." I say, flashing the Z on my hand. "I have no idea, they were big and thick skulled, they had a box they threw at you when they also tossed you out, I dont know where I put it....." |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:27 PM |
| I calm down, "Well no thugs, nor a box ring any bells so I would think it wouldn't matter a whole lot... By the way, names Dom.... Wait, why you here Zed?" |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:29 PM |
| "I hijacked a flying machine and it crash-Oh wait, actually, I completely forget why I'm here, I just felt like taking a break from reality, spending some time out at sea." I say, throwing my smoke into the water basin. |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:32 PM |
| I noticed what he said... A flying Machine, like a plane? The army had some, but I didn't see many in the public, and in this weather? "Are you a pilot?" I asked, "I mean this is bad weather for sailing, let alone flying, but a pilot? Did you crash or something?" |
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| 28 Mar 2013 11:40 PM |
| "I worked on a plane in the military for a while, good times." I point to a wooden box on a desk next to a telephone. "There's your box." |
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