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What? You just confused me there Keikoa.
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MelancholyMelody
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I haven't posted here in a while. Hahaha, made you look.
Nolre Aperrelous
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Okie dokie, back to the Mercanary/Assassin/Roomies Thread. Put some thought into it, and here's the back story..... FROM THE BACK!!!1!!1one!!11!!eleven
It's back in the day, roughly twenty years or so, and we're all growing up in an orphanage. But this is a bad orphanage. Malnutrition, illness, death and child prostitution bad. The owner of the orphanage is extremely corrupt, selling the deceased children's organs for drug money, and then using some of that money to bribe little girls out of other homes. It's a very bad growing condition, and if you don't stick together, you don't last.
So you do. You and a group of what your tainted minds think friends are grow up together, defend each other, and give each other some of their bread when the other's is even moldier than usual. Skipping ahead, you're all about seventeen, fifteen, sixteen, somewhere in that area, and the constant beatings, horrible treatment, and everything that's been building up on your shoulders you whole life finally crumbles down around you, and you and your friends AWOL, run as far as you can, and live on the streets for three more years.
Over the years you learn to steal, cheat, lie, escape custody, hide, run, and most importantly, defend yourself. Two out of the number of friends you once had are now dead, and you and your friends will be too if you don't get as far away as possible. Seeing as Ireland is directly on the other side of the world from where you are now, you save up for months to buy one plane ticket, and your friends stay below in the luggage bay the whole flight.
Finally, you reach Ireland [And yes, it has to be Ireland because Ireland is a beautiful place, so there. 😛:], and move into an abandoned house on the outskirts of Dublin. The quickest way you can think of to make money for food, water and repairs on the house is to take a hit-job offering 300,000 for the murder of a corrupt buisnessman who's put hundreds of struggling families out of jobs just to make a quick buck. You use the skills you've obtained to get into his giant house, get past his posse of men and finally kill him, apoligizing to his corpse until it dawns on you that he was just like the man who caused you so much pain, suffering, and mental instability, and that he deserved what he got, but your friend who had his leg ripped apart by a shotgun didn't. [He's dead now.]
Flash forward a year and a half. You've done a few more of these jobs, and some of you have been severely injured in doing so. You all decide to brush up on your primary weapon skills, and you come back a year later, as a killing machine. The training was dark, twisted and grueling, and you don't like to speak of it, but it made you a killing machine. Most of you.
Five of your starting friends are now deceased, and it's just you and everyone else who joins this one. It's three years later, you're all around the age of twenty six, and you've grown to be one of the top assassination companies in the world, and you also provide military-like services, such as charging into a forest bunker in the middle of nowhere and killing fourty men Rambo-Style to save a dear friend of your client. You live in a mansion near the ocean with a beautiful sunset view, you've got a guy who helps you out with whatever you need, and your life is good.
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I kind of wanted this to be a sitcom-ish sort of thing, but the more I think about it, the more I think it'd kind of suck. But if you guys want it like that, then I shall make it so. You're all really close friends now, you know everything about each other and you go see movies just like any group of friends.
Only you kill people for money on the weekends.
I wanted the characters to be completely three dimensional, so go ahead and throw in some love interests, cover jobs, even medications if you want to.
So, yeah. How's it sound?
Oh, and your company is called God's Hand, unless we find something cooler. Any suggestions?
It's back in the day, roughly twenty years or so, and we're all growing up in an orphanage. But this is a bad orphanage. Malnutrition, illness, death and child prostitution bad. The owner of the orphanage is extremely corrupt, selling the deceased children's organs for drug money, and then using some of that money to bribe little girls out of other homes. It's a very bad growing condition, and if you don't stick together, you don't last.
So you do. You and a group of what your tainted minds think friends are grow up together, defend each other, and give each other some of their bread when the other's is even moldier than usual. Skipping ahead, you're all about seventeen, fifteen, sixteen, somewhere in that area, and the constant beatings, horrible treatment, and everything that's been building up on your shoulders you whole life finally crumbles down around you, and you and your friends AWOL, run as far as you can, and live on the streets for three more years.
Over the years you learn to steal, cheat, lie, escape custody, hide, run, and most importantly, defend yourself. Two out of the number of friends you once had are now dead, and you and your friends will be too if you don't get as far away as possible. Seeing as Ireland is directly on the other side of the world from where you are now, you save up for months to buy one plane ticket, and your friends stay below in the luggage bay the whole flight.
Finally, you reach Ireland [And yes, it has to be Ireland because Ireland is a beautiful place, so there. 😛:], and move into an abandoned house on the outskirts of Dublin. The quickest way you can think of to make money for food, water and repairs on the house is to take a hit-job offering 300,000 for the murder of a corrupt buisnessman who's put hundreds of struggling families out of jobs just to make a quick buck. You use the skills you've obtained to get into his giant house, get past his posse of men and finally kill him, apoligizing to his corpse until it dawns on you that he was just like the man who caused you so much pain, suffering, and mental instability, and that he deserved what he got, but your friend who had his leg ripped apart by a shotgun didn't. [He's dead now.]
Flash forward a year and a half. You've done a few more of these jobs, and some of you have been severely injured in doing so. You all decide to brush up on your primary weapon skills, and you come back a year later, as a killing machine. The training was dark, twisted and grueling, and you don't like to speak of it, but it made you a killing machine. Most of you.
Five of your starting friends are now deceased, and it's just you and everyone else who joins this one. It's three years later, you're all around the age of twenty six, and you've grown to be one of the top assassination companies in the world, and you also provide military-like services, such as charging into a forest bunker in the middle of nowhere and killing fourty men Rambo-Style to save a dear friend of your client. You live in a mansion near the ocean with a beautiful sunset view, you've got a guy who helps you out with whatever you need, and your life is good.
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I kind of wanted this to be a sitcom-ish sort of thing, but the more I think about it, the more I think it'd kind of suck. But if you guys want it like that, then I shall make it so. You're all really close friends now, you know everything about each other and you go see movies just like any group of friends.
Only you kill people for money on the weekends.
I wanted the characters to be completely three dimensional, so go ahead and throw in some love interests, cover jobs, even medications if you want to.
So, yeah. How's it sound?
Oh, and your company is called God's Hand, unless we find something cooler. Any suggestions?
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MelancholyMelody
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Fuсking. Awesome. FOR SERIOUS. OH. EM. EFF. GEE.
I'm fired up about it now. I'mma have to do my usual thing of thinking about it and going through various character ideas and shiz. The whole cover jobs, love interests, medications thing got me thinking too.
Sounds wiiiickeeeeeeed.
Also
I'm fired up about it now. I'mma have to do my usual thing of thinking about it and going through various character ideas and shiz. The whole cover jobs, love interests, medications thing got me thinking too.
Sounds wiiiickeeeeeeed.
Also
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Nolre Aperrelous
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Nolre Aperrelous
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I think I might've heard it in a movie.
Or a book.
Or another one of my suggestions.
I think it sounds cool, though.
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Dibs on the stoner of the group. >_>
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MelancholyMelody
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oh you'd like to know.
Nolre Aperrelous
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https://images.******.com/url?q=https://www.ratemyeverything.net/image/1219/0/Bunny_with_a_Pancake_on_Its_Head.ashx&usg=AFQjCNGe_Dy_u3VPg-pIYmoCBfbRDdMDRg
So if everyone's ready I'll make the thread and call it something cool.
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MelancholyMelody
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Awesome.
I see your bunny, and raise you a Sasuke!
BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS RELEVANT TO SASUKE. EVERYTHING.
.::Kill0_0Frosty::.
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Okay, so i've got an RP based on a book I wrote. It's Fantastical. Just the background and story is a little complicated. So i think i'd have to explain everything before we all start. It involves 4 different worlds. And ultimately you'd be able to travel to all four, I would think maybe somewhere along the line. But, yeah i'll explain more in detail once i start the RP. Perhaps the first few posts can be like a story to explain ****, and then we can start Rp-ing!:dontknow:
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MelancholyMelody
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Sounds good!
Nolre Aperrelous
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So playing Pandemic II, I got this awesome idea.
Well, awesome in my mind.
There's a desease that comes from blood carrying oxegen infected with the Flu. A dude gets his finger nicked, it gets into the water supply, long story short, Australia has an epidemic. However, all it is so far is increased body temperature. But it quickly evolves, adapts, and spreads, and soon thirty two thousand people have a fever. It becomes airborne, latches on to other airbourne bacteria and spreads, also through the blood by open wounds and misquitos and other blood sucking insects.
From an airport it spreads around the world, until it reaches Asia, and because of such a large population, it spreads extremely quickly, becoming ever more lethal with every victim. The desease now attacks the brain, causing hallucinations and dementia.
It now evolves to depression, hypotonia and ataxia. By now it has become extremely resistant to medicine, and even grows stronger when introduced to extreme temperatures. The infected become suicidal and homicidal, depending on gender (Women suicidal, men the latter), and the United Nations undergoes a study for a cure. In two months, they have it.
Releasing the cure into the public before testing fully is a giant mistake. It only made the infected even more crazier, deadly, and the infection spreads alot quicker, and the desease evolves on a massive scale.
In one quick sweep, the infected who were exposed to the so-called "cure" gain sneezing, coughing, fever, sweating, vomiting, fatigue, nausea, pulmonary edima, hypersensitivity, kidney failure, hemorrhaging, liver failure, heartfailure, blindness and encephalitis.
People die left and right, and the desease evolves into somethign otherwordly: the infected's skin, organs, brain, even bone tissue begins to decay and bleed, causing extreme pain and voilent outbursts. The remaining infected lose all knowledge and memories, motor skills are taken away, and they refer to primitive instincts to live.
The desease, now rightfully called Lucifus-Armageddinitis, takes over the dead's nervous system, controlling the bodies and using them to further infect any immune. They aren't zombies, as they don't consume anything, and they aren't undead, simply egg sacs, if that's what you want to call them, they can spread desease just by laying there, as their decaying bodies give away gas, Lucifus-A goes into the air, quickly infecting oxegyn cells.
Many are immune, however, and the entire Western hemisphere is uninfected. Yet the desease has not just wiped out the dead and you have to find a boat and escape Australia, Asia, or Ican'tthinkofanywhereelseistan, no, no, no.
The insane ones run rampant, and though they have not died, the desease makes them only more brutal. The military leaves after countless efforts to strike back, the remaining are deserted, and you are left behind.
Which is where your story begins. You must fight your way through horrific sights, deadly territories, riots, and other various challenges that make you wish you had the balls to end your life. But just like the single blood cell that started this all, there is a lonely ray of hope in the back of your mind.
You can get out of the country a number of ways, by plane, boat, or floating door, but your skills or job has to match the way you plan on escaping, such as if you were a pilot, you would fly out. Keep in mind, however, that the infected do not travel far unless chasing something, and so normally crowded areas, such as airports, will be CRAWLING with the infected.
Along the way you will see infected people decaying and screaming in agony, bodies torn and mangled, and fires, broken glass, everything. It's a land of death, and you must find life.
How's that sound?
Well, awesome in my mind.
There's a desease that comes from blood carrying oxegen infected with the Flu. A dude gets his finger nicked, it gets into the water supply, long story short, Australia has an epidemic. However, all it is so far is increased body temperature. But it quickly evolves, adapts, and spreads, and soon thirty two thousand people have a fever. It becomes airborne, latches on to other airbourne bacteria and spreads, also through the blood by open wounds and misquitos and other blood sucking insects.
From an airport it spreads around the world, until it reaches Asia, and because of such a large population, it spreads extremely quickly, becoming ever more lethal with every victim. The desease now attacks the brain, causing hallucinations and dementia.
It now evolves to depression, hypotonia and ataxia. By now it has become extremely resistant to medicine, and even grows stronger when introduced to extreme temperatures. The infected become suicidal and homicidal, depending on gender (Women suicidal, men the latter), and the United Nations undergoes a study for a cure. In two months, they have it.
Releasing the cure into the public before testing fully is a giant mistake. It only made the infected even more crazier, deadly, and the infection spreads alot quicker, and the desease evolves on a massive scale.
In one quick sweep, the infected who were exposed to the so-called "cure" gain sneezing, coughing, fever, sweating, vomiting, fatigue, nausea, pulmonary edima, hypersensitivity, kidney failure, hemorrhaging, liver failure, heartfailure, blindness and encephalitis.
People die left and right, and the desease evolves into somethign otherwordly: the infected's skin, organs, brain, even bone tissue begins to decay and bleed, causing extreme pain and voilent outbursts. The remaining infected lose all knowledge and memories, motor skills are taken away, and they refer to primitive instincts to live.
The desease, now rightfully called Lucifus-Armageddinitis, takes over the dead's nervous system, controlling the bodies and using them to further infect any immune. They aren't zombies, as they don't consume anything, and they aren't undead, simply egg sacs, if that's what you want to call them, they can spread desease just by laying there, as their decaying bodies give away gas, Lucifus-A goes into the air, quickly infecting oxegyn cells.
Many are immune, however, and the entire Western hemisphere is uninfected. Yet the desease has not just wiped out the dead and you have to find a boat and escape Australia, Asia, or Ican'tthinkofanywhereelseistan, no, no, no.
The insane ones run rampant, and though they have not died, the desease makes them only more brutal. The military leaves after countless efforts to strike back, the remaining are deserted, and you are left behind.
Which is where your story begins. You must fight your way through horrific sights, deadly territories, riots, and other various challenges that make you wish you had the balls to end your life. But just like the single blood cell that started this all, there is a lonely ray of hope in the back of your mind.
You can get out of the country a number of ways, by plane, boat, or floating door, but your skills or job has to match the way you plan on escaping, such as if you were a pilot, you would fly out. Keep in mind, however, that the infected do not travel far unless chasing something, and so normally crowded areas, such as airports, will be CRAWLING with the infected.
Along the way you will see infected people decaying and screaming in agony, bodies torn and mangled, and fires, broken glass, everything. It's a land of death, and you must find life.
How's that sound?
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MelancholyMelody
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OH CHRIST THERE'LL BE NO WOMEN LEFT!!!
oh FUUUUUUСK, FUСK FUСK FUСK.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUСK, FUСKFUСKFUСKFUСKFUСKINGFUСK.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUСK.
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We gon' DAAAAAHHH.
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