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Entry tags:
- !npc | alpha trion,
- !npc | liege maximo,
- !npc | megatronus prime,
- !npc | nexus prime,
- !npc | prima,
- !npc | solus prime,
- !npc | vector prime,
- !open,
- brave police: j-decker | deckard,
- brave police: j-decker | gunmax,
- brave police: j-decker | mccrane,
- kingdom hearts | ventus,
- tf: animated | blurr,
- tf: animated | sari,
- tf: classics | elita one,
- tf: dreamwave | jetfire (crau),
- tf: dreamwave | starscream (crau),
- tf: idw | drift,
- tf: idw | wing,
- tf: prime | breakdown,
- tf: prime | knock out,
- tf: prime | ratchet,
- ✘ 9 | 4,
- ✘ batman: 90s animated | annie,
- ✘ kingdom hearts | luxord,
- ✘ legend of korra | korra,
- ✘ megamind | megamind,
- ✘ real steel | noisy boy,
- ✘ star wars | darth malgus,
- ✘ tf: animated | blackarachnia,
- ✘ tf: animated | optimus prime,
- ✘ tf: animated | prowl,
- ✘ tf: animated | slipstream,
- ✘ tf: animated | starscream,
- ✘ tf: animated | swindle,
- ✘ tf: bayverse | shockwave/driller,
- ✘ tf: beast wars | dinobot,
- ✘ tf: idw | optimus prime (crau),
- ✘ tf: idw | pharma,
- ✘ tf: prime | raf esquivel,
- ✘ tf: prime | starscream,
- ✘ tf: prime | wheeljack,
- ✘ yu-gi-oh! zexal | v
OPENING LOG: Awakening
WHO: Everybody!
WHERE: The Junk Pile.
WHEN: Right here, right now.
WHAT: Game opening! Our Heroes find themselves in a strange place not of their own world, however familiar (or not) it may be.
Consciousness is slow, and a struggle to obtain. The moments before darkness are hazy enough; a great vertigo, a twisting, and then, falling. Falling for what seemed like forever. And when you are finally aware of your surroundings, it is most decidedly not where you came from.
Instead, you are now in what appears to be a wasteland. A wasteland...of junk. Debris as far as you can see, heaped in mini-mountains that offer only so good of a view of the world around you. Perhaps in the distance, you can make out some flatter land, perhaps you can just make out what looks like a crevice - but it's difficult at best. The light here is all wrong, the two greatest sources being a white line in the alien sky that doesn't so much give off light as simply have it - and something in the south that glows like a setting sun.
You may or may not notice it at first, but you, too, have something alien - something on your arm, more likely than not. A marking that glows softly, but offers no clue as to how it got there - no pain, no sensitivity. It's simply there, as you are here.
So.
Now what?
((OOC: This is it, you guys! Have a blast! Please remember to keep everything under the first thread for now; we'll be adding the Firstforged in in a little bit...
OKAY There is now a second thread to post in! Feel free to make new threads there to react to the arrival of the Firstforged, or respond directly to the Firstforged themselves.))
WHERE: The Junk Pile.
WHEN: Right here, right now.
WHAT: Game opening! Our Heroes find themselves in a strange place not of their own world, however familiar (or not) it may be.
Consciousness is slow, and a struggle to obtain. The moments before darkness are hazy enough; a great vertigo, a twisting, and then, falling. Falling for what seemed like forever. And when you are finally aware of your surroundings, it is most decidedly not where you came from.
Instead, you are now in what appears to be a wasteland. A wasteland...of junk. Debris as far as you can see, heaped in mini-mountains that offer only so good of a view of the world around you. Perhaps in the distance, you can make out some flatter land, perhaps you can just make out what looks like a crevice - but it's difficult at best. The light here is all wrong, the two greatest sources being a white line in the alien sky that doesn't so much give off light as simply have it - and something in the south that glows like a setting sun.
You may or may not notice it at first, but you, too, have something alien - something on your arm, more likely than not. A marking that glows softly, but offers no clue as to how it got there - no pain, no sensitivity. It's simply there, as you are here.
So.
Now what?
((OOC: This is it, you guys! Have a blast! Please remember to keep everything under the first thread for now; we'll be adding the Firstforged in in a little bit...
OKAY There is now a second thread to post in! Feel free to make new threads there to react to the arrival of the Firstforged, or respond directly to the Firstforged themselves.))
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When writing wasn't what he received, however, he couldn't have been more pleased. The communications issue that he'd been fearing, it turned out, wasn't so much of an issue at all, and he leaned over to watch the small projections with interest.
The scenes weren't unfamiliar.
He knew of war.
He knew, even, a little bit about how wars started, about how a species desires could outweigh the value of another's lives. This seemed similar to that.
However, he wasn't exactly sure where Four fit into this story.
"This is your world?"
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"This is all my fault.
I can't stop thinking it. A fool like me deserves no forgiveness.
I am a catalyst for destruction. Pain. Suffering. I am the reason why mankind finds itself in the middle of the worst battles since the Great World War. This era of Machines holds the potential to devastate the infrastructure of entire societies. I put us here.
For what? A damned experiment? For the Chancellor?"
Another one appears.
"The mayhem continues. The Fabrication Machine is producing new death-dealing machines faster than they can be deployed into the field. They crowd the streets; sweep the fields of the countryside, and travel across expansive oceans. Their negotiation tactics are simple: kill as many people possible, as quickly as possible, and return to the Fabrication Machine.
And so, in this time of insanity, I am driven by my visions. Friends, I am modifying the device, the Talisman, to become something greater. I will create again, and this time I will do it right."
"The inky sky and echoes of mortar explosions are an unnerving backdrop for research.
I didn’t realize how much time had passed since my toymaking days… how my fingers lack the precision of motion they once did. But the dexterity I’ve lost has been replaced by an incomparable urgency.
Not the kind of urgency I endured from the Chancellor while developing the B.R.A.I.N. No, this is about something so much bigger. I had it all wrong before. It’s strange how tragedy brings everything into focus.
If only I had more time, but the first one is almost complete. Must keep working."
After that, Four slowly begins to show Liege everyone. One, Two, Three and himself, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and finally Nine. When he stops, he collapses, unable to take the strain of projecting any more. He had never pushed beyond the edge of his endurance before...
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What a fascinating talent for a small creature to have.
It became obvious as the story progressed that 4 was man-made, but it did surprise him how alive the tiny robot seemed, for all that...especially given the somewhat shoddy construction.
It was solid, at least.
Solid enough that he heard the audible thunk of its body hitting the table when he fell. Briefly worried, Liege reached with his talon to give number Four a poke, sliding the tip of his finger just underneath him? it? to prop him up.
"So you've been through more than a small adventure," he noted, mostly to himself. "Tell me, is there something that you need to eat to recuperate?"
The tiny body was warm. That still surprised him.