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Post by Cro on Mar 5, 2005 22:00:44 GMT -5
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Post by Cro on Nov 30, 2007 0:27:14 GMT -5
"We agreed to do what we can to help out... and I guess that means after death for someone of us." Joseph said, standing up and looking at the others.
"So... with these changes... does this mean we are being sent out again... what if we don't want to risk our lives again?" He asked, looking at the scientists.
"Umm... well... umm..." The main scientist started.
"You each signed up to do what ever possible to help out our situation, and since we where able to bring you back, you must continue." A commanding voice said.
"General... why are you here?" One of the scientists asked.
"It seemed like you needed help, so I'm here to help."
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Post by Cro on Nov 24, 2007 21:42:40 GMT -5
OOC: I just wish the other three who joined would post... *HINT HINT HINT HINT!!!!*
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Post by Cro on Nov 19, 2007 0:55:13 GMT -5
Hearing two new voices, Joseph looked over seeing two new people, women and he gave out a soft sigh.
At least two girls survived, out of the entire group at least two survived. But was that a good thing, being brought back as experiments for the twisted scientists.
Sitting on the ground, Joseph sighed once more, this one more of an annoyed sigh. "I can't believe it... not even 50 feet away from the doorway, and I die..."
Placing his head on his hand, Joseph looked around. "I die... and the rest of them are severiously injured, enough that these scientists get to put their grubby little hands to change them forever."
"Hey!" "Watch your mouth" "We could of let you stay dead." Several voices came, and Joseph just stuck his tongue out.
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Post by Cro on Nov 18, 2007 4:25:47 GMT -5
"What the hell!?!?" Joseph yells, watching Jerry. "How come he gets the steel skin and gun arms?" He asked. "I mean... I might as well be made with straw, but him..."
"Stop complaining... you can basiclly regenerate, and you have amazing speed." One of the Scientists said, passing by.
"That's easy for you to say... you didn't have your HEAD RIPPED OFF recently." Joseph said, clearly upset.
"Or your arm, leg, chest... any of your body torn up... why did I get the worse of it..." He added, giving a dejective sigh.
"Yeah... me too..." He finally answered.
"I mean... come on... I'm scarecrow... a freaken straw man..." He added, pulling at one of the stitches in his wrist, pulling it out only to have it repair itself.
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Post by Cro on Nov 18, 2007 1:23:59 GMT -5
--- The story begins like this. Above a dead planet in an orbit, a city sized space ship called the Othello, recently began having malfunctions. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, people began to die, part of the ship would seal off, killing all those inside of the sealed area as the oxygen slowly ran out. And soon, some of the droid and robotic components of the ship began to malfunction as well, and soon started to attack members of the ship, from citizens to soldiers, killing or harming members with little hesitation. To stop the killings, the ship was split, the 25% of the ship that had not malfunctioned severing as the only home for the survivors. Unfortunately, the small area now houses three times the amount of people it was built to support, and supplies would run low at the rate of consumption.
To reclaim the parts of the ship that was lost, several citizens, scientists, or soldiers offered themselves to help out. Unfortunately, this group was attacked soon after leaving, and only a small amount of the people where brought back. Placed within several glass containers, the group of survivors, in order to keep them alive, had their genes changed. But their bodies became slightly unstable, and in order to keep them together, special genes which would give them abilities where inserted into their bodies. When the group awoke, they would receive the names of different fairy tale or story characters, based off children books that the lead scientist told his daughter.
The stories of the Grimm Fairy Tales, Mother Goose, Alice in Wonderland, and Wizard of Oz are where the names came from. These individuals are the last hope for the dying ship Othello, for they must stop the ships computers and regain control, for the sake of all in the ship. ---
So yeah... my idea... Long intro thingy... but yeah... Charrie Card ^^y
Name: Code Name: Abilities (2 max): Age: Gender: Brief Personality: Appearance: Weapon (If Any):
Name: Joseph Lake Code Name: Scarecrow Abilities (2 max): Stitch- Almost any wound inflicted upon his body can easily be repaired a system of nano-machines that stitch up the wound. & Dash- For brief moments, he can move the fastest that the eye can follow, leaving behind him very brief images of himself. Age: 23 Gender: Male Brief Personality: A fun-loving, if not forgetful man. He is friendly, as well as overly protective. Appearance: His clothes usually consist of a brown tank-top and a pair of baggy, tan pants of a soldier. He has shoulder long, fresh wheat colored hair and his iris' have become black slits. His right wrist, left elbow, right shoulder, waist, right knee, neck, and his chest (diagonally) have been stitched back together, giving him an almost patchwork appearance. His skin has taken on light tan coloration, and he gives off no body heat nor does he bleed. Weapon (If Any): 50 small, 2 inch knives he has along his pants for easy access.
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"Wake them up." The Head scientist commanded. Buttons where pressed, lights flashed, and steam rose from several glass chambers. One of the chambers opened up, and a shoulder hair length youth sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "Ugh... why is it so cold in here... and why am I so stiff?" He questioned, rubbing the back of his neck. His hand stopped for a moment, and slowly, his fingers trailing over the stitches slowly.
"What the hell happened to me?" He asked, looking around. "Stay calm Joseph... your mission team was attacked, and most killed. We saved as many possible, and you... you where revived through our nano-technology..." The Scientist said, unsure how to continue.
"Revived... I-I died?" Joseph asked, bewildered. "Yes... but your new body is stronger, it won't bleed, and you can take most damage and still live." He was told. Looking forward, Joseph pushed himself out of the glass case and stumbled out. "Your code name is Scarecrow, A protector and Guardian."
"The others should be waking up soon."
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Post by Cro on Apr 13, 2005 12:28:56 GMT -5
OOC: Go ahead Z! Why can't we all get along and mutate?
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Post by Cro on Apr 11, 2005 12:15:48 GMT -5
"Well then, lets play." Lord Turtle said, not moving over to the spot but using one of his arms to strech over and set up the board as he looked out the window at the club. "I'm white, alright?" Lord Turtle asked, looking over at Sadria.
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Post by Cro on Apr 8, 2005 22:22:23 GMT -5
"Not much here to do but drink and play chess." Lord Turtle said, pointing to the bar and then to a chess board in the corner. "Besides that, there is seeing who the people walking in and out of the club are Blue pill, Red pill, or exile, just looking at things like that is what I have been doing, after I lost in chess with myself." Lord Turtle said, laughing.
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Post by Cro on Apr 8, 2005 21:59:13 GMT -5
Lord Turtle looked at Sadria, shrugged, and said, "Everyone who was taking calls, I'm not sure who might come, but I really don't care, as long as we have a few friends." Lord Turtle looked back at the night club, and then turned back to Sadria and asked, "Can you please pass me a bottle of rum?"
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Post by Cro on Apr 4, 2005 22:07:50 GMT -5
"All I know is that Merv increased his guards, called for really big chains and then something else to keep this exile looked up, it might be power, or intelegence, or something, all I know is that he is calling out all the shots for this one." Lord Turtle said, rubbing the back of his head while looking over at Sadria.
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Post by Cro on Apr 4, 2005 20:05:44 GMT -5
"In that club over there, there is going to be a trading of goods, and one of the goods is an exile with skills, and it is Merv who is getting this exile, so we are going to stop him." Lord Turtle said to Sadria as he looked outside at the building.
OOC: Of course, you post here right after I send the PM.
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Post by Cro on Apr 4, 2005 9:51:20 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, my brain has come up with an idea again.... yes my brain. We will start it, us wants to starts it...
IC: Lord Turtle walked back and forth through the building, looking out of the windows at the club next door. A group of exiles were bringing in a prisoner for Merv tonight, but Lord Turtle had heard that this prisoner was more then just an exile, a lot more, and he would have to wait and see. "Damnit, I called for a few people to join me, and no one has yet showed up, where is everybody?" Lord Turtle said, sitting down and taking a drink of rum.
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Post by Cro on Apr 3, 2005 22:46:56 GMT -5
OOC: Just as it sounds, the first Matrix rp... No Story yet, just getting it started so someone can stop pushing me to do it, I'm not naming names *cough Saddie cough*
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Post by Cro on May 11, 2005 12:18:30 GMT -5
Matius stood up and grabbed the other Orc by the back of the neck and turned him around to face him. "I'm trying to sleep, she just left me alone so I could, and now you are yelling and it is making it hard to sleep." Matius then turned the Orc back around and then looked up and said, "Please, let me get some sleep so I can continue my trip, just tell him to find someone else to help him, if he can't handle a few wolves, he deserves to get eaten." Matius walked back over to the little place in the ground he called a bed and laided back down, trying to sleep.
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