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how many diaries are out there that are fiction covering past occurances? how many of that series that covers the civil war, revolutionary war, etc etc? Diaries can get the point accross. It just takes some... Imagination.

Yet, i think that perhaps on this one you are right. First person is better cause it'll be easier to write...

At 5/2/08 10:47 PM, Swordstick76 wrote: how many diaries are out there that are fiction covering past occurances? how many of that series that covers the civil war, revolutionary war, etc etc? Diaries can get the point accross. It just takes some... Imagination.

Yet, i think that perhaps on this one you are right. First person is better cause it'll be easier to write...

Not that I never said Diaries were bad, but typically they are used in RL where there really are people who write them based on firsthand accounts, if they could write the experiences as a book then perhaps they would, but that option simply isn't available to those who chose to write diaries.

Ok, so this is what seems to be concrete..and correct me if I'm wrong.

Setting (starting): Factioned U.S., split by war into small colonies trying to rebuild and hold back evil forces at hand.

Aliens: undecided
Alien species introduced to Earth: varied, animalistic but alien, different adaptations to the environment and possible mutations.

Regular weaponry, nothin super fancy since I don't think we've had time to harness alien tech very far.

Comunications split either due to EMP attacks, or just because of lack of comunicators.

Not many allies amongst different "tribes"

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Should we all start in the same tribe, or spread out willnilly? I would also like to propose that everyone try to keep thier characters down to 1, you don't HAVE too, but I'm tired of being stuck alone, plus it forces us to work together instead of everyone being self-sufficient. This does not limit the amount of NPCs, I couldn't care less how of those there are, since they help and are controlable by everyone for different reasons.

So I think we're just about ready to start, and my guy is slowly coming together.

Chickidy, you said you already have the story set up? Or were you just talking about your overview of possible aliens, etc.

Yay choice 3 won, also thats a great way to put it heh.

Well I think we should be in the same group but thats just me, anyways I was going to start my character off like my city got destroyed and im the only one that made it out (I think) and now im traviling to random places looking for anything also my name is Zach again.

It's a possibility that we could make up the members of one "tribe" and show the governing style and etc etc among the people. Or we could be spread out... Personally, I think we should devide everyone up in two. Half the people become one tribe, and the other half become (either) aliens, or a different tribe. It'd be like halo 2 (lol, are you an ARBITER???). I actually think that'd be pretty cool to rp as aliens... But I personally believe that we should go with the hit and run thing for the aliens, then have the humans know they will come back but not know when, and try to protect themselves. Then the aliens come back, after preparing... (which would be about half the rp, preperation, and politics, and backhand dealings my fav, lol) Then have the climax as one big battle where the aliens attack and our "tribe" after gaining power by conquering other tribes, (that'll be the human part one) and we've got our climax. Unfortunately, It doesn't matter who wins the battle, (so that'll be the flexible part of framework) but battles never leave either side completly decimated, so some people should live through the battle, and we have the winning side go after the losing side, as the resolution. conclusion: one side wins and we have epilogue stories.

Again, Jak. I insist that we play in arabia. or we could play as a cell of agents left in the world, stranded from the CIA or whatnot, trying to get back together, to make part of our tribe. This would be done on dieing cell phones losing batteries and whatnot, and that'd be fun. That might also help the scope. But I REALLY REALLY wanna play in the middle east. I love the whole "sands of arabia" thing.

How about this, we do a trial run with what we've laid down now, if it works then we keep on going, if not we take a step back and correct the errors.

ballsy, intellegent, quick, and easy. I like that idea, less go! sounds good to me...

Alright, are there any obections by anybody else?

I personally don't think we should rush,this is a good idea and shouldn't deserve to be scrapped because someone doesn't like it in a couple of months.We should work everything at perfectly so there is no need to scrap the idea.
There is nothing wrong with taking your time.

I agree with Misu on this one. Unlike usual RPs that last a day or so, especially 1x1s, this one may take upwards of 3-4 months. We need to ensure everyone's happy with the plot and that we cover for any possible dead ends. This has to be the best, most amazing RP we've ever done. Also, feel free to point newbits who need help to the Role-play Guild, we can all teach them stuff there. It'll free the pages here from random "You aught to try doing this this, that, this" clutter.

So whats left to do? I suppose a vote on whether or not everyone agrees with what I've stated earlier. A vote on whether or not we should stay in one group (personally I think we should be on the same landmass within a reasonable distance of each other, but nothing beyond that), whether or not everyone agrees Blue-dragon is leader, and after all that has been done what the plot should be. If my idea gets shot down then we need a new one. So lets get cracking!

Heres my plot idea.

Around 2000 (on a side not I don't plan on being excact with the dates til we write the damn thing) the whole Alien thing happens, but I'd start writing a few years before-hand to handle global issues.

The the explanation of what the hell happened during and following the war.

70-100 years later we pick up with the RP.

Some good, independent character build-up rping takes place.

Something happens to cause a big war, not just small conflicts between the confederacies and kingdoms, but WW3 shit, most likely tied to the alien-sentients stranded.

Our characters work the shit out and get things back on track. Start picking up the pieces.

Big discovery involving the aliens.

Preparation, build-up.

Big battle.

Denouement.

We need blue dragon to do all this. Why? because he is gonna be the leader (at least, if he says so...) As leader, he can organize the voting structure, aka pm votes like last time for everything. I'm too lazy to put down all of our options in on giant, great big structure... Maybe tomorrow for everything on which people need to make desicions about voting.

Otherwise, Leave that shit to blue. He can take care of that also...

((Yo guys, im back. =D i need someone to fill me in. How the HELL did we all get to japan? also, what page was my last story? Cuase i really need some serious help... -_-". Anyways, i'm really glad to be back. =]))

At 5/5/08 04:18 PM, Timex247 wrote: ((Yo guys, im back. =D i need someone to fill me in. How the HELL did we all get to japan? also, what page was my last story? Cuase i really need some serious help... -_-". Anyways, i'm really glad to be back. =]))

((Ha, hahaha. Japan was so long ago you have no idea. Read the last two or so pages for the summary so far. Your last post was on page 100. There, all your questions answered.))

Damnit, I just want to do some RPing. I know it'll suck if we rush it, but if we wait too long.... I don't know what'll happen. I just hope we can get shit organized and get this damn thing started soon.

My thoughts exactly, we have to make it good and take our time . . . but if we take too long the feeling and mood will die, the ideas will become stagnant, we can't wait for ever for somebody to step up and make some damn decisions, in no one else has the balls to then I will dammit! I Just can't let this thing fucking die!

Meh, I'm with Chicky on this one.

In the wise words of one of the taunts on Battle.net chat rooms...

START THE GAME ALREADY!

The thread won't die chicky,i'll make sure of that.
Just wait a bit longer, How about everyone just calms down,We don't want this to fail and have to start again straight away.The more work we put in now,the less we'll have to decide on later.

I'm a little confused with the latest idea anyway,so if someone would please explain everything,i might be able to write the prologue with a little help if someone tells me.i did try to write something,it's only a paragraph long because i haven't put any actual detail in and because i'm confused so i'd like someone to tell me what the actual plan is.
You could alway's create a detailed description of the alien race if you're bored and send it to me through PM if you're bored.i like to see different ideas.

At 5/6/08 04:21 PM, Misumena wrote:

I never said start it yet, I said chose a damn leader already since once we have someone to make the decisions that we are taking a hell of a lot longer to make than we should be we can get this thing started, and started properly at that.

I will send you each and every idea I've put forward already, though, as I hate to be left out of the loop too.

Yo, guys. As too my understanding, the RP is over. And we need a new start. If that is the case, tell me.

one question, are we going to be like a branch of the army that survived or just a bunch of people that find each other and start to rebuild? And I think its a good idea for some people to be aliens too that would be cool.

At 5/6/08 02:17 PM, Shalashaska-1 wrote:

START THE GAME ALREADY!

((I can't someone has to DL.))

I made a funny hurr hurr.

((But really, lets get this train a rollin'.

Ok, last order of business before (I think) we get this train underway.

What time period do we want?

-Present time, during the war
-Present time, after the war, 1year
-Present time, after the war 50years
-Future during the war
-Future,after the war, 1year
-Future war, after the war, 50years.

Also, do we want anything knocked from regular life? Currently we have various alien plants/animals which have adapted to Earth and are now part of our daily lives.

-So do we want like all electrical items knocked out.
-Special chemical weapons that wipe out a certain age group?
-Maybe they made women infirtal, so no more babies. (Children of Men, movie)
-Maybe anyone over 25 dies off.
-Or maybe they're like Von Nueman's self replicating robots which take all metals and replicate themselves (Read John Ringo's "Von Nueman's War"), they would take dogtags off so fast it decapitates people, braces, metal buildings, machines. So we don't have metal.

Just something to make it harder for us, because technology wouldn't take more than possibly a year to recover since the machines are already there for us to build with.

Also some traditional alien theories.

-Von Nueman robots again. We have to stop them before they destroy our way of life.
-"War of the Worlds" aliens. Large hovering pods that take people, shred them up, and use them as fertilizer. They stay in thier pods which are almost inpenetratable with human weapons.
-"Mars Attacks" aliens. Though the movie is comical, they have advanced weapons such as lazers and shuddles.
-"Signs" (with Mel Gibson) aliens. Human like, but come in space shuddles to enslave the human race.
-Steven King's "The Mist" aliens, basicly freakish animals that come through an accidental universe opening to reek havoc on man-kind, watch the movie, or look up pictures.

This way we don't worry about description since everyone knows what they look like.

So place some votes to me, or Blue', try to keep it off the forum to reduce mulkin' it up.

Oops, forgot a time-frame.

The past, Civil War.
The past, WW2.
The past, Vietnam.

I figure if we pick these we will be in some other country, shut off from home, wondering about loved ones. We would most likely be part of the army so basic military equipment, and who's saying we have to be allied? Someone could be Germans and someone could be Canada for all I care, then we join together to repell the invaders.

So choose wisely.

At various times, various members posted...

The new leader should be Blue.

((Wow. Just...wow. Thanks guys. I mean that sincerely. I accept this honour. I'm not just being dramatic here....this....this means alot to me. This crew means alot to me. Just....yeah. I'll do it. I promise to do my best for you guys.

So. The story.

The year? 2142. Yeah, same as the game.

The place? I'm leaning towards the US, as I think that's where most of us are from. I know Misu's from Britain I think, I'm a Canadian, and I'm sure we have other non-American's around here. But I think the American's are the majority. The US just seems like a logical place to me.

We should all start in one state. I arbitarily vote California. Why? I dunno, I just always wanted to go there. If anyone has another idea with a better reason behind it other than, "Just cuz." Post it, shout it, make it known!

Chicky, your thingy about the expiditionary force is fucking-A grade awesomely-tastic. We be using that shit.

I agree, let's get this train a moving. I wanna RP too.

Here's the setting as I envision it, quick and dirty:

The year is 2142. The planet Earth has been through quite the overhaul. In 2048, World War 3 broke out over dwindling resources, cultural differences, and the huge egos of some big pricks.

The war was the shortest in human history, lasting only seven hours. Nuclear missles were used for the first time in over a century against other human beings. Major cities in the Americas, Russia, the Middle East, Europe, China, and in many other countries were blown of the map. Over 1.5 billion people were killed in less then a day. Nearly 800 million died within the month of radiation sickness.

With the population of the Earth downed by 40%, the war ended as quickly as it began. The government all but gone, many countries regressed to the Dark Ages. Roving teams of bandits scoured the scorched countryside, searching for some new target to pillage. Within a decade, all semblance of order had vanished from the planet's surface.

With the next 15 years, the bandits died out from infighting, resistance from determined survivors, and just plain bad luck. By 2094, the anarchist fuckbents were extinct. The human race was down to less then 2.75 billion. Disease ran rampant. Extinction seemed a very real possibility.

But humans die hard. [No pun intended]

Small pockets of survivors banded together. They moved to intact urban centers and began to piece civilization back together. By 2123, the human race had begun to make a comeback.

Until they came.

On March 23, 2125, an object was to be observed landing near the remains of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. The nearby Canadians realized with mounting horror just what it was.

An alien spacecraft.

Fortunately for the human race, it wasn't a warship, it was a colonization vessel. The alien pioneers hadn't detected the human race as all modern communications had been wiped out. In essence, the planet Earth had gone black.

The determined Canadians fought valiently against the invaders, quickly overpowering the meager security force in a surprise ambush, and then laid waste to the crew and passengers. The ship was forced to flee our beloved planet, but not before leaving behind some of its cargo. Strange artifacts and technology were recovered from the failed alien colony, along with herds of hitherto unknown species of animals. Five in all. [I believe, correct me if I'm wrong and shit]

It is now 2142. The failed alien colony now lies silent. Humanity is still fractured into hundreds of isolated pockets of survivors, each trying to rebuild our world to its former glory. No one now gives much of a thought towards the repelled visitors, other than the animals that were left behind, which were quickly assimilated into the food chain.

Yum yum, tastes like chicken!

I made a funny.

Now ground rules.

No alien characters. For now, let's try and keep it simple. In the past, opposing forces have always led to tears and bloodshed. If we can keep it together, maybe we can axe this rule, but for now, humans only please.

Our new acception process stands in effect.

We will do a trial run of this as suggested by some awesome people. If it works, we continue. If not, then we'll think of something. I have faith.

Note: If I'm wrong about the setting as I just posted it, then feel free to yell at me over it. I want to make this thing work so bad I can almost taste it. Therefore, I'm tolerating zero fuck-ups on my part. I may be the new leader (THANKS AGAIN!!!!!!!!! SRSLY U GUYZ LAWL!ONE!!! *tee hee*) but I'm only human. The rest of you vets are my Lieutenants. Feel free to bitch-slap your Captain should he make a whoops.

The new form I'll be posting in a new post in a sec.

In conclusion:

Earth done broke. Aliens came, left animals, aliens got pwned. We try to make it all better. Shit is gonna hit the fan. I promise. kthxbie.

Don't be a jackass, listen to your elders, and drink your goddamned milk.

Please see below for new form.

New RP form for Alien Campaign: Volume 1

Name: Character's name. Nicknames go here too.

Age: Character's age.

Appearance: Character's appearance. Details. Muscle tone, hair colour, eye colour, clothes, tattoos, everything.

Equipment: Weapons, tools, food, anything that would be useful.

Skills: What can your character do that may be useful? IE construction, first-aid, self-defence.

Personality: Again, details. Is he a jackass? Why?

Bio: Brief history. Once more, details. Original hometown, his motivations, hopes, dreams, etc.

Location: Where are you starting?

Must be detailed. Must be correctly filled out. Must NOT be retarded.

Ground rules:

NO fantasy stuff. Magic is out, swords are still RIGHT out. Bow and arrows are fine though. Because people still use them and stuff.

MUST be realistic. If your character has a billion IQ who can lift 80 tonnes and it drop dead good looking, then I will rape you with a lightsaber. Seriously, this is Earth. You are human. Act like it.

MUST MUST MUST MUST MUST have a real fucking name. I mean Jesus H. Christ...some people can't even get this right! It goes like this:

First name Middle initial (or full name) Surname. IE: Nick J. Smith. See?

You can't be someone famous. Sorry.

No sci-fi stuff either. It may be 2142, but I doubt we'll be using handheld vapourizers. Besides, technology hasn't advanced since 2048 when WW3 broke out. Stick with today's stuff, and what you see on the Discovery Channel that's due for market in a couple decades, and you'll be fine.

ANYTHING that's NSFW. That means no pedophiles, or people who fuck dogs, or anything like that. You can be an ex-con, just keep it clean.

No smartassing. I don't care how big your character's dick is alright?

Other than these set in stone rules, just use your common sense and RP away. I'm not really wanting to triple post here, and I still need to hammer out my char some more. So.

I hereby declare the Alien Campaign of the NG Survival RPG to be officially....OPEN!!!!!

Get to it, mates.

((Here goes nothin', or everything...))

Name: Jak T. Butler.

Age: 31

Appearance: Slim with a toned body, deeply tanned from the California sun. Long arms with furry forearms attatched to hands with nimble figers. His hair is avaerage length, a shaggy dark-brown mop hanging near his eyes in the front. His eyebrows are dark and burly, shading his soft brown eyes. The lower half of his face is covered in a thick stubble of hair going from side-burn to side-burn and engulfing the area around his mouth. Over all his face is very friendly and inviting.

He wears a dark blue shirt and leather shoes under a white docters outfit, all of which is currently covered in either dirt or blood.

Equipment: HK .45 Pistol strapped to his waist, and an AK-47 (hate to be cliche but it's a cheap weapon and durable) mounted on side of the ambulance.

Skills: A surgen by profession his services were always in great demand, but after so many attacks from desperate people he'd learned to not only arm himself, but know of to use both weapons to the best of his ability.

Personality: Kind hearted, always trying to help people, but easily irritated by peoples ignorance.

Bio: His parents had both been killed when they were trampled by one of the herd animals that now graze the lands, he, unfortunately had been spared to wonder California in his hospitals ambulance, searching for work in many of the small towns that had popped up after the devestation.

((Seems rather short, but I think it covers most of his life, which is what he's been doing the entire time))

Location: In the ambulance on the side of the road operating on a patient who accidently blew off his leg after not turning his safety off. Somewhere in California.

((Finally, and thank the good lord for a leader with a set of balls. All this twiddling about, trying to get everything perfect, I felt my ideas die before I even had them! So now, finally, we get to RP.))

Name:Edward McCreedy

Age:29

Appearance:Edward is your average young bunk, in the prime of his life. Big, compact muscles, 6 and a half feet tall, short, red, curly hair and brown eyes. He's an Irish Lad, or at least the son of one, and his pa past him down one hell of a scowl.

Equipment:He holds his fathers old hunting rifle, an antique from a better time that few remember, past down in oral histories from generation to generation and drawn from old texts. His dad is a blacksmith so he carries with him a basic craftsmen set of tools. He knows how to make bullets, a skill few have, and is attempting to pass it down to his son. The great warlords pay great money for a blacksmith who can supply their elites with bullets, as most are only good at basic weaponry. At his side is a knife, broad and short, common enough. The hilt and handle are wrapped with cow-leather and a blade made of steel. The sheath was of similar style, it was quite plain for this region actually. His clothes are pretty plain as well, jeans and chaps for riding, for few people still own cars outside the warlords, his shirt being a cloth sewn thing of green, fairly loose fitting and thin.

Skills:His father was an accomplished marksmen and he taught his son all he knew before his vision faded. His father also passed down the family trade, a blacksmith specializing in crafting bullets, and with it came a knowledge of gun's, a hot and rare commodity, so the ability to repair and provide ammunition for such a thing was of great value. He knew how to fight with his sword, not very professionally but with his muscles and the old-Irish fire in his gut he could manage to brawl have-decently. His father, having such a skill as bullet-craft, could afford horses and so Edward owned and knew how to ride one of the magnificent beasts. He was not at home or out of home in the wild, for he grew up in a small, though well protected village. He knows it well enough, but not too well. The great heard of hell-deer as the locals call them are an animal Edward is familiar with, often playing with the other boys a game in which you were to run up and spook them, and then escape quickly.

Personality:Edward inherited more than an old rifle and the family trade, he inherited his fathers old, nasty Irish disposition. He doesn't take kindly to many, and takes kindly to less. His least favorite person is one who talks a big talk and walks the walk of a 4 year-old who's balls have yet to descend from their body, as he likes to put it, idiots. Edward isn't the type for Tomfuckery, he gets to the point with haste and gets it over with. Like his father, he likes a good beer or a whiskey when he can afford it, and he likes his women quiet and strong. His father saw to it that the wealth of a bullet-crafter wouldn't "make no pussy out'o me son!" Edward had to work for everything he has to his name, including the rifle and the horse, so his character is, though a bit rough, a good one.

Bio:Edward was born into the small Californian village of Joseph's Hill, a population of 200 in Hell-Deer country. They depend largely on the hell-deer for food and hides, which they make a healthy profit off of. The village's warlord is a certain Mathias Jurian, lord of all that was once roughly Montery and San Benito counties. His capital is about 80 miles north of Joseph's Hill, which is the south-western reaches of Lord Jurian's realm, on a hill near the coast. Jurian's borders are with 2 other allied warlords, members of the Confederate Alliance of Benito, or more commonly known as Benito, which is at bad relations with its neighbor to the south.
Edward never had an east life as a child, his father was abusive and demanding, but he managed to survive. After 10 years on the planet his mother was killed while on a visit to her sister nearer to the southern border with Sothland, she was killed in a border conflict, along with her sister, that occurred near her sister's house. Edward, like most other Benetians, a hatred for their southern neighbors. He grew up in a country on the edge of war, learning skills that his father though would be best for his success and protection in the dark times. The neighbors to the north, Noth Benito, was beginning to move to Benito's aid, and strangers were often staying in Joseph's Hill, as it was close to the border, helping to fortify it and telling great tales of adventure in distant lands, fighting monsters in the wilderness and mighty battles in the ruins of the past between mighty kingdoms as Edward listened with a childish awe, growing up with big dreams, high hopes and a few tricks from his pa. What lays in store for this young adventurer? Who knows, all I can say is great things, hardship, terror and a whole slew of other things that he will need to . . . SURVIVE!