Vicky

[SIZE=1]Hmm... I suck at this. Hope I did it right. Anyyyway... 1. Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkel 2. Untitled - Simple Plan [XD] 3. My Heart Will Go On - Celion Dion 4. Scotty Doesn't Know - Lustra 5. Hurt - Nine Inch Nails 6. Don't Wanna Miss a Thing - Aerosmith 7. Precious - Depeche Mode 8. Enjoy the Silence - Depeche Mode 9. You Stole the Sun from my Heart - Manic Street Preachers 10. Nothing Else Matters - Metallica 11. Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol 12. Fix You - Coldplay 13. Hate Me - Blue October 14. Evidence - Marilyn Manson 15. They're Coming to Take Me Away - Neuroticfish I dunno, they're just the kinda songs I imagine breaking up to... lol [B]Next Playlist: Songs you would rob old women to (or commit silly teenage crimes like that, you know.)[/B][/size]

[SIZE=1]Grammer check later XD I'm not too happy with this one, but I'm going to elaborate on the majority of things in this chapter in the next one. Think of it as a prelude...[/SIZE] [align=justify][B][u]April 11th, 1997.[/u] If you give a man a cookie?[/b] If you give a man a cookie, he will follow you to bed. As his hair slips through your fingers, he will crawl into your head. Laying quiet midst the circuits all your memories he?ll have read. If you give a man a cookie then your mask you?ll have to shed. [center]*[/center] All the while Jacko had talked with this band Seth had never heard of. He would bring Seth into the conversation occasionally, hugging him slightly, patting him on the head, and even kissing him on the forehead. Seth smiled when this happened, though he did not join in with the conversation. He kept poking at the metal in his mouth with his tongue, nervous and afraid, hugging himself in Jacko?s long t-shirt. When Jacko had said ?see this band?, Seth had assumed they would what they play. They did no such thing. They sat down in a room with a drum kit and other various instruments, talking about something that seemed deathly serious yet ironically funny. Jacko was the centre of the conversation, glancing over at Seth once in awhile. Seth was still pretty pissed about the lip piercing, to be honest, so he wasn?t going to play Jacko?s games today. ?Seth?? He looked up realising he had been hanging his head for awhile now, looking around to find Jacko staring at him, along with a few of the crust-band members, paused with cigarettes in their hands to stare at him. Seth squirmed nervously and shook his head. ?No, I?m really cold.? He told Jacko. Jacko sighed. He mumbled something, nothing nasty, nothing cold, nothing evil, but nothing reassuring either. He mumbled this and turned back to the band, starting up a conversation with them. Seth looked down again. The room they sat in was damp and cold, with sickly orange walls that were barely keeping together, dotted with posters from years ago to the other night and banners that had been left hanging by other bands. The air smelt damp, dimly lit by an orange light and a cracked jukebox, smothered with smoke from the carpet to the ceiling. Seth didn?t like it at all, though he had been in worse places. He lifted his head to tell Jacko he might leave, though when he did he noticed one of the band members staring at him, the drummer, he thought. He was an older man, with a thick red Mohawk and a tattered, worn green jacket. He didn?t look rich at all, nor like he could afford the pint in his hand. Through Seth?s knowledge, the man was probably a crust punk? It didn?t take long to find out. The old man took a sip of his pint and set it down, coming over to Seth. Seth was grateful he was no longer being ignored and the man immediately talked to him; his name was Ryan, he was the drummer of Buff and he was a ?street soldier?, as he liked to call it. Seth didn?t ask about it. There was nothing Ryan could say to bore Seth, but the night before had recently caught up with him and he was still feeling cold and sick. He began slurring his words and closing his eyes too often, apologising to Ryan, who only laughed and said it was okay. Seth wanted to agree with him, had he the strength and willingness to do so. Only half an hour later a new group appeared through the doors. Young men, slim and defined with their own content, silly fashion senses. One man was familiar, though Seth couldn?t put a name to the face. He was slim, almost like a girl, with denim jeans and a thin studded jacket. He was wearing sunglasses and grinning at Jacko when he said hello, holding what seemed like a packet of biscuits in his hands. ?Oh, Seth, this is Mikey.? Jacko acknowledged Seth once again, turning the slim man to face Seth. Mikey gave a nod, a brief one, an ignorant one, and turned back to Jacko. Seth turned away from them and continued talking to Ryan, though the conversation was hard to follow. Behind him, the new arrivals laughed and joked, making conversations of their own and offering out something Seth couldn?t quite catch. He was curious to turn around, though he didn?t really want to as Ryan was still talking to him ? a voice in a wind tunnel, really. When Seth did turn around, however, he saw Mikey had thrown the biscuits he had on the floor, taking off Jacko?s sunglasses. He was sitting on Jacko, facing him. Seth?s eyes widened. ?Jacko, I?m gonna head off? o-okay?? he had jumped up now, nearly knocking into Ryan. Jacko turned slowly to Seth, smiling at him, his eyes blank though his pupils blocked out most of the colour in his eyes. Jacko let his head fall back and laughed, silently, allowing Mikey to run his head through his hair. ?I?ll see you later,? he said between laughs. Seth turned away as soon as he could and made his way over the ash-filled carpet to wherever the exit was. Without realizing, the curious street soldier was on his tail, following Seth through the dark building outside on a day-lit street. ?I?ll take you home, ?least to the bus stop, anyways,? he told Seth. ?What? Oh? yeah, yeah sure.? Seth was startled by Ryan, though he wasn?t afraid of him. Truth be told Seth was afraid of walking through Ashton on his own, and Ryan seemed like an alright person, with quite an interesting story to tell. ?You got outta there pretty quick. You okay little man?? Seth grimaced. Jacko was a good person, deep down, though it was clouded with substances and dark desire. Seth bit the piercing painfully and shook the image of the new boy Mikey running his hand through Jacko?s hair, and Jacko probably blind as fuck on whatever he had accepted. ?I don?t like it when he gets like that. He?s alright, though I don?t like it when he leaves me.? Seth mumbled. Ryan grinned. ?Well, sometimes you?re the mouse, an? sometimes, you?re the cat.? Seth lowered his eyes to the cracks in the pavement and tried to smile, though he couldn?t force one. ?I?m always in his way. I don?t see how I?m the mouse, though.? Seth shivered slightly and wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly aware he would have to return Jacko?s shirt the next day. There was no doubt that Jacko wouldn?t be in the highest of moods tomorrow. ?Well, he?s in good hands,? Ryan chuckled, ?I hear Mikey?s a?.? he paused, looking at Seth sigh and stare hard at the ground. Ryan refrained from finishing his sentence, patting the boy on the soldier slowly. ?You be okay. You?ll learn to love it.? ?Love what?? ?This life.? ?But I?m not a?? ?A punk? A Goth? A squatter? A hippy? A hardcore? Manics fan? Skinhead? Nazi?? Ryan was chuckling again as he went through the list, shaking his head mildly. ?This is Manchester. It don?t matter where you?re from, if you?re here, with us, around us, then you ain?t gonna be a lawyer. We all got somethin? in common, an? it?s we want somethin? better. You?ll learn to love it.? Seth listened, though the words didn?t make much sense. A little did, and still, he wasn?t sure what to say back to the man, or if he should even answered. For the last few minutes of their journey to the bus stop they were in silence, walking through the streets past people in the cold, day time weather. Ryan said his goodbyes at a cracked glass bus stop, telling Seth that he would probably see him one day with Jacko, if they came back. Seth agreed and thanked him absent minded. The day had gone fast, from Jacko?s home to Ashton and now Seth found himself wrapped up in a large t-shirt on the back of the bus, glaring out onto the passing streets, feeling the metal with his tongue whenever he got the chance. He closed his eyes every now and again, thinking about Ryan, Jacko and even the Mikey guy? wondering about everything. It wasn?t practical, but it gave him something to do on the bus journey. It had been his birthday, yesterday, in the rain and blood. It had been his birthday when Jacko took out his money and said ?today is a party? and got them fucked on anything he possibly could. It had been his birthday when the rain poured at midnight onto the flooded Manchester streets, drowning the filth in mud and rain, washing away the evidence they had left. It had been his birthday, yesterday, the first he had spent in such a way. He remembered it all to well. Seth jumped up when his stop came and hoped off the bus. He walked with his head down once again, knowing the way from here all too well to be lost. He dodged through a few people, down a street at the side of the church and onto an urban mess, dotted with patches of grass designed to look good but filled with filth, litter and firewood. He stepped over glass and bottles, down crudely-crafted steps to an even dimmer, darker street, wherein most houses were boarded up by the council, or forgotten by its government who, twenty years ago, had high hopes for this place. Seth lived at the end of this jungle mess, in a small house that hadn?t been painted since he was born. There was once a gate, though it had been torn off by his older brother in a fit of rage, much like everything else. Seth rarely thought about the incident, today being no different, and he walked through the squeaking front door quietly, slipping through, undetected at first. He breathed in shakily before stepping forward towards the stairs, directly in front of him. He was quiet, barely audible footsteps, though he wasn?t good enough. Before he reached the stairs the door the living room, right beside him, swung open and his brother stepped out, closing the door quickly. He was tall, with light, thick blond hair cut just above his shoulders, jagged and choppy, with am dim look always present in his eyes. That look was no different today, although his expression changed to one of horror when he saw the piercing on Seth. ?What the fuck?? Seth placed his hand on his piercing, eyes widening. He made a dash for the stairs. Adam Dodd had been present on the football team and rugby team ? Seth was like a child taking on the defender, and Adam only stepped in the way, throwing his massive weight into Seth and knocking him back against a wall, holding him there with one hand. ?You?re mum?s gunna kill you.? ?She?ll kill you first!? Seth spat. ?I ain?t done anything yet!? Seth swallowed, which was quite a hard task with Adam pressing against him. ?You don?t even think about tryin? get out of this. No piercings, man, I ain?t allowed, why should you be? You fuckin? go out and get that removed, and I?ll remove your arms!? Adam backed up a bit but threatened Seth not to move with his fist raised. ?You better go to your god damn room, and wait. You fuckin? wait.? And wait he would, because he had seen this coming from the moment he felt the metal touch his lip; he just hadn?t known until now.[/align]

[SIZE=1]Yeah I ain't done with this XD I have a new part coming up soon, if you're still interested to read, Andrew, haha *glares at dead Anthology*. Ah well, thread's a thread. I'll be editing this post Wednesday or Friday with the new part, provided coursework doesn't attack me again.[/SIZE]

[size=1]I joined back around 2003, posted a lot in the Arena... in fact I didn't even move from there. But you know, that'd getting a bit dead. Four years and [i]still[/i] nobody notices me ¬_¬ how nice. Actually, I don't really mind. I think someone said I was overlooked on OB, can't remember who that was... but yeah that's kinda true now XD I remember KKC, my partner in crime haha (we stole Jokopoko's pants). There were some well cool old members, Dmitri Dragoon, I remember you as well Stephanie, Mighty Kai, most of the kids who were in the Sands of Time RPG were cool as well. I only made friends through my RPGs I think. The old days were good. RPGs lasted longer, people didn't really care [i]too[/i] much about quality. I dunno. It's still fun, but I know what people mean when they say it gets boring. When you first join it's fun, when you're here for awhile it's fun, but when you're here for three years and barely known? Yeaaaaah. The new generation of newbies this time round is pretty cool though. And I definitely remember the battle Arena... well fun forum ^_^[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I was thinking that it would depend on the college too... a friend of mine goes to a college near my house and when I asked him, he said it was good, but full of annoying kids (we share one thing in common: a mohican, which'll be massive by college, and I do not like ghetto kids touching my hair...). To say the least my dress sense [i]definitely[/i] draws a lot of attention to me... so I wasn't sure what to expect. Think I got all the subjects I wanted to take sorted out as well. Not too bothered about what they can do for me in life, rather how interesting they'd be. What do you guys think about some subjects? I think they'll be some variation between American and European colleges, though it's your choice in higher education... anyone think some subjects are a bit pointless? It's also a bit pointless that you can't take Modern History and Classic Civilization alongside each other... if you want to be a historian of some sort, you can only learn about one period, lol. I definitely think I'll go over to America for University now. I was looking on the internet and it looks well fun ^_^ Bit scary though =/[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]lol thread. Anyways, I'm in my final high school year which is a ***** at the moment. I've been looking at colleges for the past year or so, and I've yet to decide on one in England. I thought it'd be cool to have a thread about this... college seems important, since it's not compulsory and for the first time it's your choice to learn or not. Maybe if anyone has any ideas or anything they want to discuss about University or College they could say it here. Like where you're at and where you're going, what you're doing and why you're doing it. I dunno. I myself am putting in an application for Holy Cross (Google it, UK one), Loreto being second choice and if it goes bad I'm going to a crappy Salford college. My main concern is both colleges on my priority, while being very good, are Catholic (I've been forced to a Catholic school twice). Holy Cross is the 8th best college in the UK and closest to home, but like I said, it's Catholic (my RE grade is actually 100% at the moment, so there's no problem with the religious subjects, [i]just the religion[/i]). It's a bit crap really - I don't want to go to another Catholic school, but this college looks incredibly promising. After that I'm going to the best University I can. Not to sound arrogant, but I have the academic capability to get into Cambridge or Oxford (there's three of us who've been talking about this with our teachers). The only problem is, Oxford is still taking people in based on their background... Cambridge the same. There's been a few people who didn't get in because they came from the Salford or Manchester area (... which is [i]not[/i] renowned for its intelligent students). That's pretty annoying. Holy Cross has links to some University in Ohio though, so I might come visit you crazy Americans if I can and chill there for a bit ^_~ But for someone who hasn't gone to college before... duh... I'm a bit worried about people. I'm used to being insulted or shunned in school by people who don't know me, and I won't know anyone in college. Does anyone know what kind of attitude I should expect? 'cause I'm rather paranoid about the whole new people... thing... Yay for my first Lounge thread in a year...[/SIZE]

[CENTER][IMG]http://www.michaelromanos.com/pictures/stock_photos/billy_idol.jpg[/img] [SIZE=1]Billy Idol ^_^ [IMG]http://www.fest21.com/files/images/David%20Bowie.jpg[/img] David Bowie, no question about it. He's appealing because he's just... well... appealing, and added to that his music and creative genius is almost unmatched. He re-created himself so many times before he crashed that it's amazing. Plus, he makes a pretty damn good Goblin King. [IMG]http://67.15.137.163/quiz2/5597/res3.jpg[/img] Richey James Edwards. The poor guy went missing/is dead, and I didn't even know who he was until about three years ago. The whole story behind him's pretty said, but he was kinda cute on all the pictures, which just makes it more sadder. He may not have all that actor glamour, but he's got his own glamour and it's just the way he is that made him pretty and sexy. [IMG]http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/a/a4/Tennant.jpg[/img] He has a wonderful smile =D [IMG]http://www.eighttrackmind.net/images/sid-vicious.jpg[/img] Sid's dead too, but Sid Vicious was pretty fun. He was whack and sexy. He had funny facial expressions. [IMG]http://www.blogstudio.com/woodgnome/SPOCK.jpg[/img] Okay, so I couldn't be bothered finding a serious picture, but you all know what he looks like anyway. Spock's just damn cool, and Leonard Nimoy even more so. And on the subject of Star Trek... [img]http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/5073/dataev7.png[/img] I think Data is one of the funniest characters in Star Trek, partly due to his actor, Brent Spiner. The guy's just funny and he does some brilliant acting. People with weird/cute facial expressions are just the best and Data just rules in this area. He's probably one of the most adorable characters you can come across. You know, I think the world should stop concentrating on wars, defending itself, climate change, feeding the poor .ect and focus on cybernetics. I would kill for a pet android.[/CENTER] ****. I ran out of people.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Otakus are pretty cool people in my opinion and I don't see the term as negative as most would, even if it was. See, there was never this big thing about Anime where I lived. There was a handful of us who grew up watching DBZ and that's how I got to this forum... OB is the only referrences I had to Otakus, and OBers seemed like pretty nice people. I only ever associate the term with people being fanatics over anime. I think it depends on how real Otakus take it though. I used to be somewhat of an Otaku. I stopped about a year ago, still have loads of manga though and watch the occasional shows, but I'm nowhere near obsessed. I used to draw anime style as well, although it helped me instead. No one knew what anime was, and they assumed it looked cool and gave me loads of praise in my school. If they recognized the style, they asked why I was drawing DBZ characters ;_; I'd say I grew out of anime, but maybe I'd get internet-*****-slapped from someone on the forum. I dunno, I really did though. I may have grown out of it but I think the whole 'Otaku' thing made some pretty neat outcomes in my life...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Bad police, methinks, something along those lines. Kids always have conspiracy theories... there's been documentaries on the most believable things, interviews with apparent "members" and all that crap. Everyone does it. Everyone makes some little speech about it somewhere... don't hurt anyone, least of all these apparent "secret societies". If there was any secret organisation, like the Illuminati, Skull and Bones and the lot (which me and my friends had a weird thing about a few years ago, so I do know what the whole Skull and Bones riot is) then they're not going to be afraid of what some dumb kid says. They let people do a documentary on these conspiracies, allow interviews that reveal more knowledge than this so there's two conclusions: No such conspiracy exists, or they don't give a ****. He shouldn't have been tasered I guess. But he got warned several times. I think it was just the police... don't know what they got so worked up about. Freedom of speech? LOL. Poor kid. Poor people who had to listen to that kind of... manly screaming. Silly cops. And whoever hired them to do something. [spoiler]I actually found the video funny at some points... in a nasty way. Silly conspiracy theories, lolz[/spoiler][/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Lex didn't experience much emotion but his creator had the courtesy to give him a sense of loneliness, that being the reason he had gotten himself a pet. Even Miles needed to sleep, though, and during that time Lex would either be working, trying to override his emotional programming or waiting for the dog to awaken. He sometimes even woke him on purpose. The feeling of being alone made it much more apparent that Lex pretty much [i]was[/i] alone when there was another in his home. Sam was sleeping on the couch, big enough for him, and Miles was sleeping on the floor beside the couch. Miles seemed to be pretty content with a human being in the house... Lex was sure even his dog had clocked on by now. Lex didn't want to disturb Sam so he went into his basement until the morning, looking at the riots through his B.E. computer. He found images of the same familiar face, but he could not put a name to the face. He seemed to remember the man from sometime in the war, and Lex assumed his memory had been damaged. Whatever the outcome of their encounter, it didn't seem good. He sat back in his chair with a sigh, pulling up all the information possible about the riots. [center]*[/CENTER] [B]"Miles seems to like you very much. He may be disappointed when we leave."[/B] Lex said with a smirk. Sam laughed, patting the dog on the head. [B]"It's only a protest. Can't you take him?"[/B] he asked. [B]"Petrol bomb."[/B] [B]"..Ah."[/B] Lex gathered up a few things he felt he might need and quickly looked where the protest was on his computer. He asked Sam if he was sure he wanted to come, who said he sure would, and the two made their way out of the house. It was colder in the morning than the previous day, Lex had noticed. His street was once again barren and empty, though the feeling of a morning breeze without the crime wasn't inviting at all. Even Lex would shiver sometimes... when it was cold in Septu, it really [i]was[/i] cold. Not a physical reaction, mind you, Lex rather noticed the emotional reaction to the weather. The cold reflected the devastation of the place... you wouldn't find anyone who enjoyed winter in Septu. [B]"I believe this protest could easily turn into a riot. Are you sure --"[/B] Sam cut him off, [B]"I'm sure as hell. Ain't nothin' I can't handle."[/B] Sam beamed proudly, and Lex sighed in defeat. He told Sam that the protest wasn't too far away and proceeded to lead him towards it. lex was rather surprised that the protest was blaring even in the morning. People were pressed against a barrier beside the road, chanting outside the Town Hall. Some of the protesters looked more violent than others, and some people, not part of the protest, were slurring insult, probably criminals who didn't like the idea of their plans being foiled. But as Lex studied the faces, he noticed that there [i]were[/i] criminals in the protest. Organised gangs and groups - the National Front, the Mafia and even members that Lex's database found links to old clans from the 21st century. The protest would not be peaceful. [B]"Why's the National Front at a protest?"[/B] Sam asked in a low whisper. [B]"I do not know. Perhaps all Nazis aren't as silly as I thought..."[/B] Sam suddenly laughed at the comment. The word 'silly' and 'Nazi' just didn't fit into the same sentence, but somehow Lex pulled it off. Lex only raised an eyebrow... he'd always referred to Nazis as silly. They, along with many other subcultures and groups, had survived over the centuries and their morals evolved around their same flawed concept... as a result, they simply became more hypocritical and... silly. Lex and Sam waded their way through the crowds, Lex easily moving some of the crowd aside without hurting them. One man handed the two a flyer, which Lex didn't take notice of yet. He managed to get Lex and Sam to the barrier to get a better view of what was going on, though this seemed like a bad idea after the violence seemed in increase. Lex looked down at his leaflet for a moment, taking seconds to read through it. [CENTER][I]Equality is shadowed by the Imperial - step out of the shadow into a world we deserve, for criminals and normals alike! No discrimination, no crime, no hurt and no war - a new government forms on 21st Bridge Street, 10th of November---[/I][/CENTER] Lex ceased reading for a moment when a variety of cars and vans arrived, Imperial guards and police officers pouring out and creating a line close to the barrier. Immediately, the crowd began pushing forward so much that even Lex had trouble keeping his balance. Sam almost fell, but Lex grabbed his arm and pulled him back. When scanning the police officers, Lex spotted the man he came to find. This time, he could put a name to the face... though the memories were corrupted. Darius. Lex didn't have any time to look further into this. The crowd thrusted forward in a violent jerk, breaking down the barriers. The most violent of the crowd stormed forward over the onces who had fallen, sending Lex to his knees though the crowd couldn't hurt him. When he looked up to see if Sam was alright, he found himself rolling out of the path of a police officer's baton.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Wow, lots of negativity O_O Well, I was never one to really care what people think about me in general... and I won't care if people think I'm a bad person for this. My grandmother also died of cancer and my father smokes. My mum did and quit as well. I smoke about once a fortnight but I don't get any cravings, it's normally just social smoking or the fact I can. And I get crap off some people for it, but I don't call those people my friends. The simple fact is, it's my life, and it was my gran's as well. I think sometimes it's apparent to most people that I'm not obsessed with living forever or even keeping myself from being hurt - if I die sooner, I die sooner, it was my choice and the one thing I [i]am[/i] obsessed with is keeping this life mine. However, I do feel bad for those who have lost people from smoking, but I'm not commenting on that. I don't smoke in front of people unless they say it's okay. I don't buy my own, I get offered and take them. I don't make a point of standing outside of buildings or smoke in public areas, since I'm pretty much never in a public area. The only time I smoke around people are smokers who say it's fine. I may be a ****, but I'm a bit courteous when I want to be. Whilst everyone focuses on the bad points, are they're any good points? Yep. I found a site the other night about the good effects of smoking on people with mental diseases. I'll have to find it again, it's not solid proof, but it'll do. And, it's calming, I think. Seems that way sometimes when you get really stressed out. I pretty much feel like half the people I know will be funny or nasty with me if they know I smoke. Why does it make me a bad person? I'm not blowing it in your face. I'm not addicted. I'm not forced into anything. It doesn't change anything at all about me, only the fact that I might die sooner one day - [i]by choice[/i]. On a lighter note my favourite brand is Mayfair ^_^[/SIZE]

[quote name='pixi_heric'] If that is how you handle a bad situation very well I'd hate to see you fight a guild of dragon hunters with missing party members!!![/QUOTE] [SIZE=1][I]...because a guild of Dragon Hunters is far more devastating than the loss of hundreds of lives and sequence of events that caused a lot of crap for a lot of people.[/I] I think I was in year 5 or so, I'm not entirely sure. I do remember me being mad at the attack because it just seemed plain wrong to me at the time, but I was also mad at my family's ignorance. I think I was off school the day, and they were talking about car insurance. They're kid was watching the news about a terrorist attack, and when someone finally notices it, they all talk so loud I can't hear the news. To be honest, it did have an effect on the UK, although I can't imagine it was quite as big. Despite all the theories flying around about this 9/11 thing, it was still kind of shocking. I didn't dawn on the attack that much at the time, really, but in a few years when London got attacked and my brother nearly died, I really, really understood the whole 9/11 thing and that it was much more insane than I had originally thought as a kid.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]OOC: My character's going to be present at the protest/riot the next day, so I'm wrapping that up for him now and everyone has the weekend to finish off whatever they wish. You can be at the protest or not, but me and Mr. Cheddar have something planned and it's the set up for the next chapter. Clue: Pay attention to the flyers that will be given out in my post ^_~ Remember, if anyone has any concerns, don't hesitate to send me a message. --- Lex wasn't one to drink alcohol, he didn't require it at all. He did, however, know that it was rude to pass up offers and often accepted most drinks. He had even tried to simulate being drunk once so no one would catch him out... which failed quite miserably. Sam obviously knew a better place to drink than most, even if he was only in the country for a week, or maybe it was the two and their appearance. Either way, the two had managed to shuffle into a sparsely populated bar, quite suspicious from the noises they had heard on the way. Although gun fire and shouting was common place, both Sam and Lex thought that maybe there was something strange going on. Lex allowed Sam to order the drinks and, looking around carefully at the occupants, Lex leaned over and asked the long bearded bar man if he could switch on his television to the news channels. The bartender sighed reluctantly, but did so anyway. [B]"What's that then?"[/b] asked Sam taking a sip of his drink. [B]"There is a protest that seems to have evolved into a riot..."[/B] Lex observed, his eyes darting back and forth across the screen. [B]"Shit. That looks pretty nasty."[/B] Sam winced at the police violence and the equal violence of the protesters, shaking his head slightly. Lex took a gulp of his drink and continued eying the television, oblivious to the occupants of the bar also paying attention now. All of a sudden, Lex caught the sight of a familiar person in the crowd, as part of the Imperial. He was only there for a brief second though that second was long enough for Lex to process the image of the man and confer with his databanks. He could hear Sam speaking to him but was momentarily emersed in his search. Lex's eyes suddenly looked back up to the television and he apologised for not replying to Sam. [B]"We must attend this protest tomorrow, there seems to be someone I know."[/B] Lex told him. Sam only raised an eyebrow. [B]"I wouldn't think 'bout that,"[/B] a voice said behind them. A man, possibly taller than Sam and widely built, was lighting a cigarette. He was wearing a white vest top, with a completely shaven head and small beard. Through the thin vest top, both Sam and Lex took notice of the large Nazi swastika tattooed onto his chest. [B]"Why?"[/B] Lex asked, somewhat bravely. [B]"'cause a few places got petrol bombed. Including a bar down the road."[/B] The skinhead replied with a grin. [B]"Damn, has anyone gone to help?"[/B] Sam asked, worried. [B]"I dunno. Just know that if you two boys are gunna be playin' around in big riots, you better get yourself some back up."[/B] The skinhead nodded to the table in the corner, where a few of his friends sat. [B]"We'd be happy to lend a hand if you wanna get stuck in. Come join us for a drink if you feel like it."[/B] He walked off with a grin, stalking back to his table with a large group of white men, also grinning. Sam and Lex looked at each other for a moment, Sam turning around for another drink. [B]"A recruitment tactic. I suggest we do not accept."[/B] Lex whispered. [B]"Yeah, but the petrol bombin'..."[/B] [B]"I believe he was telling the truth about that."[/B] It became suddenly aware to Sam and Lex that perhaps this quiet bar could be a possible target, especially if the last was down the road. With the combination of violent Nazis stewing in the corner and an added danger of riots, the two decided to leave after finishing their drinks, concluding it was best to go home. Lex, however, did not have any intentions to missing the protest tomorrow... despite what it may turn into.[/SIZE]

[quote name='cancer'][SIZE="1"] What is the best way for me to learn where the keys of the piano are so I'll be able to play with both hands and quickly find the keys? [/SIZE][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]Write the notes on the keys with a marker pen! XD It does actually work. I'm not sure about anyone else but that's how I learnt where the keys are (although I'm not much of a piano player; I needed it for my Music GCSE). I think you can always rub it off once you're learnt... Maybe you could do that, rub all of them notes off except each C and fill in the blanks as you play to learn (someone did that in our year and it worked).[/SIZE]

[size=1][I]OOC: *does weird frantic hand gestures worthy of a blind man on crack* Shit I forgot about this =/ I'm a bit lost at what to put as well so my apologies on both accounts (and for the blind-man-crack comment)[/I] - For the first time she could clearly remember, Vicky was dumbfounded and at a loss. Maybe it if had not been for the destruction and power Raiha had unleashed, she could have found something to say, some kind of small, futile comfort, even if that was never really her thing. The blast Raiha had created left Vicky at a complete loss for words, thoughts and even feelings... except for one, a strange combination of fear and despise. It was easy to pin the despise on the bastard who had caused all this... Vicky was just rather disturbed that one of her friends was causing this fear. She clenched her fists hard, harder than even she had anticipated. A small trickle of blood dripped down her palms, but she ignored it, swallowing. [B]"Damn it..."[/B] she muttered under her breath and looked over at Andrew, who was now on his knees beside Gavin. She was hoping for Andrew to say something, at least, although he only looked back at her sympathetically. Vicky wasn't sure where to look, but when Neil stood at the door frame all of a sudden she was one of the few staring at him. She didn't speak, nor did anyone else, and stepped back reluctantly without anything else to do. She watched Neil speak to Raiha, but at that point Vicky wasn't listening. She just kept swearing over and over in her head. And really, it was a sight. For the first time she could ever remember, Vicky had no idea what to do - whether to cry for her friend or stare at the floor in angry. She was probably doing a mixture of both at the moment.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1][I]OOC: Oh noes. The images don't have the transparency on IE @_@ *kills self*[/I] -- Lex had caught the sound of tapping and judging from the sound, he predicted it to be too far away to be the front door, thereby assuming it was the alternative entrance. Miles' ears pricked up more than usual and he stood up, edging towards the door waiting for his master to follow. Lex stood up, turning off the television and making his way through to the cellar once more. The light had turned off after twenty minutes of detecting no activity and as soon as Lex came down the old wooden stairs they flashed back on again. His dog was waiting patiently by the door, neither wagging his nail nor ready to pounce. Lex had supposed, like most dogs nowadays, they learnt that over friendliness would get them in trouble. If Miles had been a violent breed of dog, he would have most probably been barking and howling at this moment. Lex opened the door only an inch to see who it was. After a few seconds, his keen eyes pinned the face of the man to a name in his database and he opened the door with an android-like grin. Lex cast his eyes up to the man he did [i]not[/i] recognize for a moment, though, somewhat suspicious. [B]"Need I remind you, sir, that you should not be out at this time?"[/B] Lex raised an eyebrow. The old man waved him off with his good arm and stepped in with a laugh. [B]"No ya don't need remind me, since ya have done for the past... year."[/B] He greeted Miles with his good arm once again, so Lex gathered his artificial arm was in need of repairing again. [B]"Don't mind if I bring a friend in? Young boy here saved mah skin."[/B] [B]"Your skin would not need saving, if you did--"[/B] The old man hushed him with a wave of his good arm again and moved to take a seat on one of Lex's wooden chairs. Lex shrugged mildly and turned to the other man, who looked like he could definitely hold his own in a fight. Lex only eyed him for a second, before extending his hand to the man. [B]"Gotik Lex, currently the only available mechanic, engineer and cybernetic who hasn't met an... unfortunate end..."[/B] Lex gave a lob sided, awkward grin. [B]"Samuel. Samuel Strong."[/B] The man smiled and, when shaking Lex's hand, applied considerable pressure for a human. Lex, feeling quite competitive, replied with his own android strength but drew away quickly before he could do any damage. Sam glanced at his hand for a second but thought nothing of it as Lex moved off to see his longest known customer. Filling in for his master being rude and abandoning Sam to his own thoughts, Miles came over to Sam to sniff around at his shoes and poke his nose under his arms. [B]"One day you must let me replace this arm. These constant repairs are costing me a fair fortune."[/B] Lex told the old man with a frown. [B]"You may be good Lexy boy, but you ain't [i]that[/i] good. It takes computers ta programme an' fix those new fancy cyber arms about these days. Unless that new little manikin is any match for an android these days."[/B] Lex refrained from lifting his head at the old man's remarks, though he failed to contain a large grin on his face. He took out a small screw driver and poked at a few of the circuits in the cybernetic arm, noticing a few of them would need replacing. This would normally take a few hours, but Lex would have it done sooner. [B]"Sam, would you pass me that wire bundle?"[/b] he asked. Sam looked up from the dog for a moment with a 'hmm?' and followed Lex's eyes over to a small bundle of red and black wires sitting amongst various technologies. He did as he was instructed and threw them in Lex's direction, who caught them easily and began removing the old wires. [B]"Please be careful next time,"[/B] Lex scolded the old man. [B]"Now, I've been aroun' for--"[/B] [B]"Fifty-odd years, I've fought fifty-odd thousand different kinds of men in the war and I have had fifty-odd thousand trips to hospital in which none of them has seen me dead."[/B] Lex repeated with a bit more grammatical consideration. [B]"I have been reminded of this quite often, sir."[/B] The old man grinned. [B]"And so ya should be!"[/B] Lex looked up disapprovingly but didn't comment. He concentrated on finishing his work, which he completed soon after the conversation had finished. The old man flexed his arm around, thanking Lex for the good job and patting him on the back. Lex smiled awkwardly. [B]"I would remind you not to walk home by yourself,"[/b] he thought Sam looked as though he could take care of himself, but he didn't want to put the old man's health on his shoulders. [B]"I will join you in a moment."[/B] Lex walked off up stairs for a moment, with the old man talking behind him, either to Lex or Sam... maybe even Miles. When Lex returned, the old man was still talking as Lex put on his long coat and ushered his dog back upstairs. [B]"I will escort you back."[/B] [B]"Well now, this boy thinks he's somethin' else,"[/B] the old man laughed over at Sam, who grinned. Lex only grinned as well and cursed his formality. If he insisted on speaking in a much tougher accent, maybe the old man would take him seriously. It didn't matter, though, Lex was fixated on walking the old man back. He was sure he could get to know another new person, as well, especially someone who looked like they could knock ten men into next week. That would definitely ensure his home's safety if the thieves saw [i]that[/i] sort of man walking out.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Horror films and gory games don't scare me. I jump when things pop out, that's about it. The last time I got scared after a horror film was watching some weird zombie thing, and my friend came down pretending to speak Klingon (a joke between the two of us, because I like Star Trek and he hates it). The combination of someone trying to speak Klingon and stumbling through the door waving their arms was... well yeah =/ The same thing also happened to me when I watched Night of the Living Dead when I was little kid, Jihad. I screamed so loud that I woke my parents up and they came rushing down stairs thinking I just got shot. And my god I stayed away from the back doors for a week. Anyway, Allamorph hit it on the head as previously stated. You get used to it. And the fact that it's not real often makes the effect less intense. I'll tell you the last real film to scare me: Requiem for a Dream. Beautiful, but scary at the same time. As in, psychological, like Rach said it the sort of thing that happens to real people and seeing four people's lives break down just shocked me. I can honestly, honestly say that the thought of heroin makes me nervous after that. Psychological stuff is probably more your thing if horror doesn't do it, anyways.[/SIZE]

[center][img]http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/2931/thisisearthmx7.png[/img] [font=xirod][size=4]CONTENTS[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=times new roman][size=3][B]Chapter One[/B] An Inch of Dignity[/FONT][/SIZE] [img]http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/43/gotiklexfr4.png[/img] [img]http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/5271/elenahr9.png[/img] [img]http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/4818/dariusmd4.png[/img] [img]http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/3881/melserthcz6.png[/img] [img]http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/7364/synticyszayev9.png[/img] [img]http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/4465/thiscastcz7.png[/img] [img]http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/3557/samueltr8.png[/img] [img]http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/2034/maekv6.png[/img] [img]http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/5909/kolenb2.png[/img] [img]http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/6010/kesselas6.png[/img] [img]http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/5731/varickgo0.png[/img][/center] [center][B][size=3][FONT=times new roman]Chapter One[/B] An Inch of Dignity[/font][/size] Standing up for their own rights, a small group of citizens of Septu stage a protest that grows with more numbers in the centre of Posopia. With a few people banding together, they become targets for criminals who are looking for bigger kicks than normal. As the protest grows, police brutality becomes apparent - and so does the need to stick together in groups with the sudden change of events.[/center] [size=1][b]“I cannot repair your model, Mrs Dèbu. The damage is too severe,”[/b] he frowned, closing a panel on the back of the 50-odd year old android model and examining the burn. He shook his head. [b]“It’s those damn young men, I tell you. No ambition for anything other than destruction and havoc…”[/b] she sighed and leaned against the door frame, studying the mechanic carefully, [b]“what’s this world coming to…?”[/b] With over a million files and references and the equivalence of a master’s degree in sociology, Lex opened his mouth to give a detailed answer, but closed it again. He didn’t want Septu to assume anything about his origins; as far as they were concerned, he was human. It was the key to his survival, he supposed. [b]“If it weren’t for my husband, the andy wouldn’t have been the only thing they burnt.”[/B] Lex looked down at the broken android and back up to the woman, smiling warmly at her. [b]“I believe the Empire will give you a refund, although this type of service android has been decreased greatly in value over the years as it is not manufactured anymore. Still,”[/B] he took a few of his tools and placed them in his trench coat pockets, [b]“if you do not wish to wait for the refund, I would be happy to take the model off your hands for a smaller amount. I would offer to pay more, if my funds were not so… limited…”[/B] Mrs Dèbu looked at him with a small ounce of sympathy and grinned. [b]“They don’t pay you much, do they?”[/B] [b]“They? No one pays me, Mrs Dèbu, although the work is somewhat limited these days. The increase in crime destroys technology, leaving me with hardly anything to repair. I am self employed and I do not have the necessities to advertise my services to many people.”[/B] The old woman was nodding as he spoke, almost hypnotized by his calm, soothing voice and clearly British accent, minus the fragmented sentences present in most Brits. She thought about him for only a second and decided on an alternative to the problem. [b]“Well, I’ll be sure to tell my friends about you. You can have the android, anyway. Thank you for seeing to him. You’re a wonderful man.”[/B] Lex smiled in gratitude, more over the fact that he had a free android out of his job, and being referred to as a man. He lowered his eyes for a moment to analyse the situation he was in, concerning money, and decided to accept her offer as the spare parts might have been useful to him. He decided he would be delighted to take Mrs Dèbu on her offer. [b]“Thank you. If you ever need a mechanic, please do not hesitate to contact me again.”[/B] He seemingly bowed slightly to her, grinning as much as his emotional programming would let him. She laughed, probably at Lex’s formality, and thanked him again for his time. Lex only nodded at this and took up the plain, old android model, looking like a blank manikin with the most average programming of any android these days. He heaved it over his shoulder with strength no human being could muster and slowly made his way outside, nodding politely at Mrs Dèbu once more. He knew that the old android on his back would mean nothing to him, in terms of money or value, but he also knew that it was a B.E.K. class android – its motor systems were the original ancestors of the A.C.I.D. type android, as well as other functions. If Lex had a much larger emotional capacity, he would have felt as if he had found a lost brother. Unfortunately for Lex, it had just become dark in the streets of Posopia. Soon enough the most ruthless gangs would be sulking around, and if he didn’t get home in time he dreaded to think what might happen… He walked unbalanced by the 220 kilo model, with his head up and staring ahead. The streets were misty and cold, bathed in a blanket of orange street light and the smell of predators who hung on the corners or passed by. Lex could tell some of them were normal, decent human beings, but the majority of them were not. Had Lex not been carrying such a heavy android, he supposed someone may have attacked him by now. But the show of strength no doubt scared off a few of them back into the alleys they came from… to stalk and attack someone else. Lex lived a few minutes walk away from the inner city on a old, somewhat deserted estate. The majority of criminals didn’t come around his area anymore and the crime normally happened just outside there. A few people lived in the houses, some decent human beings, some not, but most kept to themselves. There was a drug dealer who lived across the road from Lex, whom he had made good friends with and learnt that, on a few occasions, that very same drug dealer had convinced criminals not to rob Lex’s home. Lex was very grateful for this and was glad to know that at least someone had his back. He kicked the gate open with his foot and waded his way through the small, overgrown garden to the side of the house and around to the back, which was in the same state as the front. The doors and windows of his home were locked tight and, to be honest, he barely used the inside of his house. He came to a small door for the basement, stepping down a few steps and punching in a security number. He opened it with his shoulder and a light flickered on dimly at his present, reflecting off the numerous metal and materials layered out across the basement. Lex walked over to an old wooden chair and placed the manikin like android in it, staring at it with a blank expression before his musings were interrupted by a happy yelp. On a set of wooden stairs that led up towards the rest of the house was a medium sized crossbred dog, Miles. He was small with mostly black fur, growing thicker on top of his head and down to his tail like a mane. The dog ran over to his master, affectionately licking his hands and poking his nose into his pockets. Lex responded with a pat on the head, moving over to his desk and running through a few papers with the dog still licking his hands and looking around in his pockets. Lex scribbled down a few words, faster than most humans could, and then proceeded to cross out Mrs Dèbu’s named from his to-do list. He sighed when no one else was present on his work list at the time. This job really wasn’t helping to pay the rent. Or helping to feed the apparently hungry Miles, at that. [b]“Can you never be patience?”[/b] he asked the dog, who responded by licking at his hands. Lex rolled his eyes. Domestic pets were good company, but harder to take care of then he had anticipated. He gave in and ushered the dog upstairs with him, where the lights did not flicker on, the walls were in a state of needing repairs, the ceiling was oddly falling to pieces and the wooden flooring was no longer holding up. Lex had never found it necessary to fix any of this, as he didn’t need comfort for the satisfaction of owning a decent home. He fed the annoyance he called his only friend and proceeded to the living room, which was illuminated by only a blue light from the television. The room had one bookcase, an old computer in the corner, a sofa that Miles slept on and a stool in front of the television, along with a warehouse full of wires, boxes and computer chips that Lex used to cheat the government out of a free television, though he only watched it for the news mainly. Lex sat down on the stool, sitting completely straight, an action that would probably hurt most human’s backs in a matter of minutes. He picked up a tiny round device that was lay on the television set and pressed a finger to his temple, activating an internal programme he had designed weeks ago. He placed the small circular device on his temple and blinked his green eyes hard, his mouthing twitching when the television set immediately switched on to the first channel. He analysed a few seconds of it, moving on to the next channel with another hard blink. The interface allowed him to make sense of the information on his television faster than humans, although he was able to do that anyway. He could also control the components of his television and look through all six-thousand channels in a second, stopping on whatever he needed. He did this every night to keep up on the current events, movies and television series, if they ever arose in conversation… which they really did. He paused for a moment on one of Septu’s news channels, his eyes flicking across the moving images of people and reporters. The people were in large crowds, holding up signs and slogans that indicated distaste for the criminals in Septu. The reporter moved along the lines, pointing out the police officers in their stylish uniforms and military stances. Lex could see that the officers were getting extremely agitated by this protest, pushing some people back and violently threatening to attack the others. Lex blinked several times to increase the volume and began to take in the reporter’s words. From what he could see and hear, some members of Septu’s capital had gotten together to finally stand against the government’s idea of letting criminals reside in their country. The protest was quite near, and apparently going on for another week. There were many known criminals stood on a few metres away from the protesters, yelling abuse at them, threatening them, and telling them they were going to kill or rape them or their respectable family members. Lex frowned at this, taking off the device on his temple and deciding to watch the rest of the programme, with Miles once again resting at his hand and licking his fingertips. This was certainly going to get interesting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]I never had any bad experiences, but if I look into deeply, I could find some now. Mostly, my big brother used to babysit me, the eldest one. He was pretty cool, he just let us do whatever we wanted and would randomly disappear upstairs for a few minutes and come back down. He'd either sit there and do nothing, laugh, or be really... hyper... Of course we never paid any attention to this. He's a very very awesome guy, never hurt anyone, pretty smart, best brother in the world... Unfortunately during the years he was babysitting and even nowadays he's been on drugs. [I]That[/i] explains a lot. He still doesn't do anything bad and is probably nicer on the drugs, haha, but it's just kind of worrying that the I was babysat by a druggie O_o;; At least I know where to get my fix if I ever need one...[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]The RPG will be up tonight when I finish my English Coursework... =( Chapter One is, basically, introduce yourself. In this first chapter we'll see a change in the city and most of Septu - protests and violence against protester. That'll mean people will have to start sticking together... and it's a very easy way for our characters to get involved and meet each other. I think this'll be a fun first chapter, if not a short one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]And we're done. I'm sorry I couldn't wait longer, but it was either now or Monday, haha. Now after some thought, I have dropped one player. It was quite a tough choice really, but I'm afraid it has to be [b]YawnBoy[/B]. Don't take this to heart, my friend, I just wanted to numbers to be even at the start of the game. I might need some cameo's for later on as well, so maybe, just maybe ^_~ You had quite an impressive sign-up, and thank you very much for trying out for the game. I'm sorry I had to drop you. The game will start tonight. For the first Chapter, don't worry about doing anything huge. What I want you to focus on is getting to know characters - use the underground to discuss and whatnot. Thank you all for joining but please note the first few posts will be the most important. I reckon most of you are gonna make this cut easily... but I tend to take first impressions from the first few posts, so make them count in all ways possible ^_~ Heeey ho, let's go! XD[/SIZE]

[quote name='Allamorph'][FONT=Arial] (Fine, so that was two. Sue me.)[/FONT][/QUOTE] [SIZE=1]I will be! You can expect a letter from my lawyers soon, Mr. 'Morph. XD I'm not very good with proportions when it comes to cities and countries, though if we say Posopia is this big and Mongolia is about this big... *does hand gestures and movements to suggest possible sizes*. Easier way. If we take Sri Lanka off the [url=http://bpujos.free.fr/PagesPhotos/Photos/Autres/world_map.GIF][u]world-map-click-here[/u][/url] and then put it in the middle of Mongolia (Septu), we'll have our city. Now that's pretty big considering, but Septu is a pretty big country as well. It leaves room for more cities to be involved. I was thinking that anything outside Posopia is up for creative interpretation of whoever wishes to write about it. Nearer the boarders of the country would be more barren and military occupied and further in I suppose you would have a big of countryside, then cities that slowly get more populated as they near the the capital. We'll probably end up exploring half of the country anyway so it's all good to come up the whacked ideas about the place.[/size]

[size=1]So far so good, but no verdict on the players yet. I think Ikillion and Prem live in a country were their night time lasts several days... =p, I'm joking though guys, try and get your sign-ups done as soon as you can. I'm a bit worried about letting people into the game who won't be able to post as often, is all. I'm still waiting on a few people who said they'd be interesting in joining, so I'd like to post to say that there is a glossary with only three entries in the Underground thread at the moment, where all questions should be directed. The glossary will be used so that no one gets their concepts mixed up - we all have different imaginations and I'm sure we all have different opinions on android functions. You do not need to know everything in the glossary, there'll just be a few things in there you might find helpful and if you would like to include them in your post, you can, as the information will be there =). The glossary will be updated through the game. There is no verdict, as I said, or sign-up closure date as of yet, but I will keep everyone posted. Good work guys. [B]EDIT: NO MORE SOLDIERS >_

[center][SIZE=1][img]http://img403.imageshack.us/img403/1636/undergroundfz8.png[/img][/center] Okay, there are a few things that should be mentioned before the RPG and during the actual sign-up, but I wanted to see how people would cope with the information I gave them already. For the game, there's a glossary. I don't have one sorted out yet, [i]but[/i] there should be one sorted by Monday. Anyway, this thead will be used throughout the sign-up and the actual game thread. As for the glossary, that will include information for each super power and organisations working in Septu and throughout the rest of the world. I can't give you a glossary right now as I'm not on my own computer but, as I said, by Monday there will be an official glossary up. For the time being, I would ask that people use this thread for any questions they have about the game. It's better than PMing me, as everyone can see the answers. I'm sorry for any mistakes in this thread as well, I'm actually at a sort of... party and are rather rushed for time at the moment. (that also means tomorrown I will have the official underground image up as well hahaha, sorry kids. Right now I'd ask for any questions to be directed here so everyone can see them, even if they're incredibly dumb =p ) -edit: here's the very basic glossary. I don't want to flood people with information, but if people have the same concepts of the same terms... we'll get along fine... XD [CENTER][B][U]The Tech Book [Glossary][/U][/CENTER] Android[/B] An android is an artificial life form with artificial intelligence, first created by the British Empire in 2056. Androids were originally used as work tools and many of the original copies exist today in modern homes, but will not be replaced when broken. Androids can be programmed to simulate human beings or stand out as superior life forms - although most early androids and only a few recent ones have emotions, an android's personality characteristic can define whether you live or die after a confrontation with these creatures. Most soldier-like androids are deemed extremely dangerous. [B]B.E. Computers[/B] The British Empire design of computers, notable for being linked in a large database in England. B.E. computers are easy to obtain and can recall information on many, many subjects. They are information sources across the globe, but do not conceal any important information. The B.E. computer design is very, very complex, and thus those with the right mind can adapt the technology in dangerous ways. [B]U.E. Computers[/B] The classified computers created by the United Empire and the second largest computer system in the world. Only high ranking generals of the U.E. can use these computers, although a few are stationed in cities. Their system is very hard to hack and use but contains valuable information for any side of the world. Only three definitions for now, check back during the course of the game =)[/size]

[SIZE=1][CENTER][img]http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/2931/thisisearthmx7.png[/img][/CENTER] This is Earth. It is a planet of war, destruction, culture, power, death and life. After thirty years of war, only five truly safe places remain: the British Empire (Scotland, England, Wales, Ireland and France), the Imperial (Russia and China), Japan, half of the USA and Canada. All other areas are regarded as ‘no man’s land’, an area wherein society has completely fallen, creating vast wastelands of soldiers, fighting without a cause and cannibals. In each country, desperate measures have been taken to keep out these beasts in their land – defences. The war is on standby. Each superpower is credited for its unique invention. The British Empire, for example, created the cybernetic soldier – androids, surpassing human fighters, although only a few remain. The Imperial created space vessels surpassing recent models for intergalactic surveillance and a marvelous advantage on their part, whilst Japan came into the game with an overly large defence system – they kept safe and could attack the world from their keep. The remainder of the USA were credited for their weapons manufacturing and Canada for its genetically engineered humans. …but let me give you a glimpse into society… Those young hopefuls trained in the art of fighting for their country have been forgotten. They have been left to dwell in their hometowns, bored, unable to cope with the lack of war for their amusement. These fighting machines were created and now they have nothing. As payment for their purgatory, they acted out. With violence, drugs, rape, gang warfare, murder… This wasn’t the case everywhere. It seemed that only in large areas where gangs were concentrated the destruction was present. And this, my dear friends, is where we come into the equitation. Septu (formerly Mongolia) is placed between the two allies of the Imperial, Russia and China. Mongolia had since fall during the Imperial’s early years and had risen during the war whilst those were busy defending themselves. Septu was born – a country never perfect, but always open for suggestions. We prided ourselves on our separate justice system and our own police force, indeed we were not saints but we were safe. And now with the younger generations becoming increasingly more violent, the Imperial created a grand scheme – “Cheap Solutions to Expensive Problems”. As it turns out, Septu is property of the Imperial. Guards have been posted on the boarders and, for a small fee, those youngsters trialed with more than one act of murder or rape are sent here. What of the original inhabitants? Nothing. We were not allowed to leave. Morals and equality doesn’t matter to those who have the power and the means to survive. But to stand ideally by while our country is overrun by the world’s problemed super-soldiers? That would be immoral itself. This is Earth – and [i]this[/i] is our story… [CENTER][img]http://img241.imageshack.us/img241/2325/septupv8.png[/img][/CENTER] Welcome to Earth. There are no good guys in this RPG. There are no sides to take. There are only us, the players. No matter who your character is or where they are from they will all be playing revolutionaries, for either the good of the world or the sake of playing a revolutionary. This game will take place in Septu (formerly Mongolia), under the Imperial Authority. Here, law breakers are sent from all countries – ie very, very dangerous people. You will be playing either an immigrant to Septu, a resident of Septu, a prisoner or a military officer [doing a not-so-good-job] defending the area. Basically, in this game, you will develop your characters and we’ll create a story involving revolutionaries. We’ll be saving our arses on the brink of destruction, flying space ships; overthrowing Governments… you name it. Science Fiction creativity is all yours. If you have seen or read ‘A Clockwork Orange’, then imagine the world like that. Your origins can be anywhere, keeping in mind the special talents of each superpower. You don’t have to be Russian to be from Russia – it’s the future, kids, anything happens. [CENTER][img]http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/5909/thisisearthcharactersrd2.png[/img][/center] Right now I am leaving a lot to be figured out. If you’re lost, send me a message, otherwise the story and the rest will be kept a secret. Now, here’s what I want. You must create a sign-up including: [LIST] [*]Your name [*]Species [*]Age [*]Origin [*]Occupation [*]Personality [*]and an Appearance [picture, is possible] [/LIST] You may add whatever you wish. You can go about this by creating a government form with this information, a criminal record, an RPG post containing it, a military record, a psychological profile… the possibilities are endless. All you need to do is provide this information in any means possible, and it can be as long or short as you want (make sure it shows off your abilities though). If you note the ‘species’ section, you can either be a human, a genetically modified human (Canadian in that case) or a cybernetic soldier (both human/cyber and fully cybernetic, British in origin). Buuuut, if you're feeling very creative, create something inbetween, as long as it isn't completely outlandish. I’d also like the appearances to be pictures, possibly real life photographs (not cartoons or anime please) if you can. 3D images that look moderately life like will do, but it’s necessary for the game. You’ll see. If this is too much of a problem for a lot of people please contact me. You may also wish to include how you got to Septu. Remember, this is [i]our[/i] story, so we’re creating the story of revolutionaries. Big things are going to happen… so wait for the game to start and we’ll see =). I'll give you an example character... well, mine. [CENTER][B][U]Unit 3456-A[/U] A.C.I.D. Class Android Unique Systems[/B] Neuraltronic Net Shielding Bioelectric Shielding Computer Interface Universal Language Programme [B]Construction Date[/B] August 1st 2200 Code Name: [url= http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/094/8/8/Cyberspace_and_Matter4_by_xxporcelinaxx.jpg ]‘Gotik Lex’[/URL] [< Link]. The android was programmed with basic military tactics and training, designed to learn from culture, war, society and adapt its learning’s to military strategies. The unit was designed to process information and function as a ‘spy robot’, programmed to explore and develop. The unit was fitted with a neuraltronic net shielding to prevent permanent damage to its artificial brain via electric shocks, feedback and viruses. A bioelectric shielding was placed to hide the unit’s artificial components from scans, designed to pass off as human until close inspection. It has also been fitted with a computer interface for British Empire-designed technology and an Universal Language Programme, complete with 500+ languages. The unit was designed with the first working emotional programming. The unit shows basic emotional responses, such as smirking, smiling, frowning and tone of voice. Whether the unit can fully comprehend emotions is not known. The unit was a part of the British Empire Military, awarded the status of Lieutenant. The unit is regarded as failed experiment and confirmed missing as of July 21st, 2229. Unit 3456-A ‘Gotik Lex’ is the only A series A.C.I.D. android not programmed for military fighting. It is not classed as a threat to society but is classed as a renegade and ordered to be apprehended when its identity is confirmed. ***[/CENTER] [I]Lieutenant Gotik Lex is the only android of his kind. Although many have improved on his design, Lex is the only android created for a purpose other than fighting. He was designed to interact, learn and, in a sense, become human and allow his advantage to be downloaded into other androids. Lex posses’ strength almost four times that of a human being, though he does not fight. He is an insanely curious creature, prone to asking questions and learning. Although Lex has an admirable rank in his country, he did stay in the military forever. During one mission, Lex was convinced by a follow human soldier to experiment with his emotional programming, although it was limited. In doing so, Lex design his own ‘ethical’ programming – it was due to this that Lex requested he be discharged from the military. His request was denied, as he was the property of the British Empire. It was then that Lex was reported missing, residing in Septu. As an android, Lex is rather blunt sometimes. But, for a machine, he is modest and polite, having mastered the art of smiling and smirking. He is talkative, thorough, precise and incredibly intelligent. Lex is not a killing machine, although he will defend himself and has a great need for friendship and protects those he considers his friends with all of his programming. Currently, Lex is a renegade military officer, working as a self-employed cybernetics engineer in the suddenly-doomed Septu with his cross-bred guard dog, Miles.[/I][/SIZE]