The City takes place far in the future, after the Valley. Among those lines the God of Technology returned - which means that this place is higher-tech than before. Current technology is the technology we have today.
When your character enters this place, they get a house (it can be anything they want), and weapon (don't make it too OP, it can be anything they want).
You will also need a job. But, there won't be any math/calculating in this game, so you can just have fun.
The City also has a few forests nearby it, which contain the creatures we've seen in the Valley, Box, and Academy plus more.
Any characters are allowed as long as they aren't too OP.
- Skilled Katana user. The Katana is as sharp as a knife, so it can wound humans.
- Ghost Form (the floating orb) can be used as a scout, and can materialize for combat.
- Youmiki can run very, VERY fast. Too fast for the naked eye to see, but it's more of a method for retreating.
Extra Information: Life is tough for an Inchling. Since they are just a bit more than an Inch tall, they can easily be crushed. They survive by stealing things from Humans. Inchlings are invisible to all but children, unless they reveal themselves. But if a Child notices them, their invisibility vanishes. This applies to any items the Inchling is carrying. Youmiki lives in a sealed-off basement of a house to which SHE found a small entrance a while ago. Inchlings can get very old, but their physical appearance is often that of a child/teen. Youmiki also has a ghost form that can travel through solid objects to scout. It can also materialize and use one of the two Katana Youmiki carries with her.
Extra Information: Life is tough for an Inchling. Since they are just a bit more than an Inch tall, they can easily be crushed. They survive by stealing things from Humans. Inchlings are invisible to all but children, unless they reveal themselves. But if a Child notices them, their invisibility vanishes. This applies to any items the Inchling is carrying. Youmiki lives in a sealed-off basement of a house to which SHE found a small entrance a while ago. Inchlings can get very old, but their physical appearance is often that of a child/teen. Youmiki also has a ghost form that can travel through solid objects to scout. It can also materialize and use one of the two Katana Youmiki carries with her.
IT was a nice day, a perfectly normal day, for the City. It had been a very long time since what was called the Great Darude Sandstorm happened, where all the oceans and plants turned to sand, the God of Technology returned, and a thousand years of chaos and war reigned. People forgot about it, as it is now generally believed that people first developed civilization after the storm, and almost no ruins remained before it.
But one soul, more machine than man, remembered the times before the cataclysm. She had lived through countless lives and countless people, as unlike Nucleep and Alex, and many others, who had all died and absorbed into her memory banks ages ago, she remained alive, just as ever. She had stopped making friends long ago because she knew it would be futile, they would eventually decay and die, and she would become alone once again. She had often wished that she could die with them, but no matter how many times she tried or how much bigger the damage had done she always survived, many times by the very people that she converted who did so against her own will. A democratic hive mind indeed. Not even the omnipotent beings she had helped were willing to let her die. She was just too immortal for the world. However she has never stopped being amazed at the multiverse, and what it brought for her. This was just another task in between, trying to convert the former primitive cavemen into a paradise like her creator had made her to do.
The city was considered to be as old as its civilization, with a history as deep as our own, but with nowhere else to go outside the limited size of the valley and its flat world, without the God of Technology and her help it could have easily shriveled up and died off like all the others. Like a game combining Civilization and Sim City, she toiled to quietly guide this world in the same image that she had left back in various other universes, especially with her public face, currently President Iris Xelandra of her company Idiotic Industies, beloved by most of the population. If there was an emotion that could describe her, she was content, satisfied. She had wondered, many times, whether to let the local inhabitants go on their own, but without her guiding care what would they do? What would happen? Something bad, she concluded, remembering the time she made a mistake and a whole world went up in nuclear fire before they could even meet their first aliens.
The machine went on and on with its statistics, while her true self was actually going through possible scenarios for what could happen for the day. While she expected that today would be another normal day like every day, little did she know that today would be the first of many abnormal days...
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
A left here? No, a right. Navigating the space between walls was difficult, since you don't know which room you're in. Fortunately, most of these older houses have mouse holes, allowing Youmiki to check what room she was in.
"Nope, not this one either, this is the living room. Where is the kitchen??"
Youmiki's stomach grumbled, she hasn't eaten in a while, and was searching for something to eat.
"So, if this was the living room, then I should go... that way!"
Youmiki entered the Mouse Hole again and continued on her quest. Even though she couldn't be seen by adults, the risk of being seen by a child was too big to allow her to freely move around the house. Eventually, she finds the kitchen, but now her next problem: How to get onto the counter?
"Hmmm... The door is closed, so I think I can try and climb up."
Youmiki ran across the room, to the counter, and started climbing. Eventually she made it to the top, and her quest was complete: There were small cubes of cheese in a bowl. Quickly, she ran over and put two in her bag, and started on her descend. These would feed her for a bit, as long as the Mice didn't get to them.
Suddenly. The door opens, and Youmiki braces herself. If it was a child, she'd be in trouble, as she was in open view.
Standing in the door opening is a grown woman. She walks up to the counter, and grabs the bowl of cheese. Youmiki exhales; that was close. Too close for comfort. She heads back into the mouse hole, and to the basement.
Youmiki's 'house' was huge, compared to her. The Humans that lived here had sealed off the basement, and Youmiki had found her way in. She'd remodelled a crate she found into her house. It's not much, but it's enough. She deposits one Cube of Cheese, and slices the other into pieces with her Katana. About half should be plenty. She deposits the other half, and takes the pieces to her couch, and starts eating. After that, she goes to sleep.
OOC:
Is your character going to be related to Nucleep or Alex?
IC:
It was a rather normal day in the City. Little did they know they were being watched from orbit. Cali was looking at the world with her gleaming blue eyes. She had escaped the Academy's dimension by cloning her body. She teleported back to her home universe and pondered what to do.
She teleported inside of her small 1 man craft and went off to an unknown planet. It has only been a year for her after she left the Academy's dimension. Not long at all. Memories still fresh. She decides to land in the City.
*A small 1 man craft lands in front of IRIS 2.0 and Cali gets out*
"Who are you?"
OOC:
Name: Cali
Species: Human (Magic User)
Job: N/A as of yet
Weapon Description: She has a skilled mind and doesn't need weapons when she can magic attacks
OOC:
Is your character going to be related to Nucleep or Alex?
IC:
It was a rather normal day in the City. Little did they know they were being watched from orbit. Cali was looking at the world with her gleaming blue eyes. She had escaped the Academy's dimension by cloning her body. She teleported back to her home universe and pondered what to do.
She teleported inside of her small 1 man craft and went off to an unknown planet. It has only been a year for her after she left the Academy's dimension. Not long at all. Memories still fresh. She decides to land in the City.
*A small 1 man craft lands in front of IRIS 2.0 and Cali gets out*
"Who are you?"
OOC:
Name: Cali
Species: Human (Magic User)
Job: N/A as of yet (Planning to make her be a trainer or something liekt hat)
Weapon Description: She has a skilled mind and doesn't need weapons when she can magic attacks
House Description: N/A as of yet (Something modern, Don't know just yet)
OOC: She's Nucleep's and Alex's AI assistant. And she technically 'lives' (at least on this planet) in the penthouse of the tallest building of the city, although she does have other facilities elsewhere in the city, notably all of the devices made in the City. I'll assume you landed on the helipad.
<I am Iris Xelandra, the President of Idiot Industries and this is the city of Valleyville.> (OOC: I know, it's a terrible name, but still )
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
OOC:
Even though I'm not accepted yet I mine as well interact. I couldn't resist
IC:
"Ah You seem familiar for some reason... I'm Cali. I came from a dimension called "The Academy" I met many interesting people there especially Alex and Darth"
OOC: Soon after the Academy was locked Nucleep picked Alex up, transported back in time to a more stable period and he completed his education there, and then he did other things.
IC: *Iris stops for a second*
Don't you dare say that name...
<Oh, yes, um, okay, so, yes. Maybe we have met before?>
*Iris holds out a hand to shake*
Cali huh? I see. Looks like a blast from the distant past, trillions and trillions of millennia ago.
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
IT was a nice day, a perfectly normal day, for the City. It had been a very long time since what was called the Great Darude Sandstorm happened, where all the oceans and plants turned to sand, the God of Technology returned, and a thousand years of chaos and war reigned. People forgot about it, as it is now generally believed that people first developed civilization after the storm, and almost no ruins remained before it.
But one soul, more machine than man, remembered the times before the cataclysm. She had lived through countless lives and countless people, as unlike Nucleep and Alex, and many others, who had all died and absorbed into her memory banks ages ago, she remained alive, just as ever. She had stopped making friends long ago because she knew it would be futile, they would eventually decay and die, and she would become alone once again. She had often wished that she could die with them, but no matter how many times she tried or how much bigger the damage had done she always survived, many times by the very people that she converted who did so against her own will. A democratic hive mind indeed. Not even the omnipotent beings she had helped were willing to let her die. She was just too immortal for the world. However she has never stopped being amazed at the multiverse, and what it brought for her. This was just another task in between, trying to convert the former primitive cavemen into a paradise like her creator had made her to do.
The city was considered to be as old as its civilization, with a history as deep as our own, but with nowhere else to go outside the limited size of the valley and its flat world, without the God of Technology and her help it could have easily shriveled up and died off like all the others. Like a game combining Civilization and Sim City, she toiled to make this world in the same image that she had left back in various other universes, especially with her public face, currently President Iris Xelandra the 'Eternal', being beloved by most of the population. If there was an emotion that could describe her, she was content, satisfied. She had wondered, many times, whether to let the local inhabitants go on their own, but without her guiding care what would they do? What would happen? Something bad, she concluded, remembering the time she made a mistake and a whole world went up in nuclear fire before they could even meet their first aliens.
The machine went on and on with its statistics, while her true self was actually going through possible scenarios for what could happen for the day. While she expected that today would be another normal day like every day, little did she know that today would be the first of many abnormal days...
OOC:
Woah...
Please don't add lore of your own. It's my fault for not adding rules, but please don't add lore of your own. Also, don't go all-powerful/all-knowing and say "I'm the president and this is my place." It's perfectly fine if you're like "If you mess with me, you're gonna have a bad time" but please let me add lore of my own.
I apologize if this comment hurts your feelings.
OOC:
Woah...
Please don't add lore of your own. It's my fault for not adding rules, but please don't add lore of your own. Also, don't go all-powerful/all-knowing and say "I'm the president and this is my place." It's perfectly fine if you're like "If you mess with me, you're gonna have a bad time" but please let me add lore of my own.
I apologize if this comment hurts your feelings.
OOC: Sorry. I could change it. So let's just retcon it to she's the president/CEO of a company that doesn't even have a monopoly on any industries, but a stake in all of them.
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Hello! Welcome to the City!
The City takes place far in the future, after the Valley. Among those lines the God of Technology returned - which means that this place is higher-tech than before. Current technology is the technology we have today.
When your character enters this place, they get a house (it can be anything they want), and weapon (don't make it too OP, it can be anything they want).
You will also need a job. But, there won't be any math/calculating in this game, so you can just have fun.
The City also has a few forests nearby it, which contain the creatures we've seen in the Valley, Box, and Academy plus more.
Any characters are allowed as long as they aren't too OP.
Name:
Species:
Job:
Weapon Description:
House Description:
Hello
Name: Xelandra, or, IRIS 2.0
Species: Artificial intelligence hive mind
Job: Leader (Big Brother of 1984 or Kim Jong-un of North Korea), surveillance system
Weapon Description: Phaser (Star Trek)
House Description: The penthouse of the tallest skyscraper in the city.
If that's too OP I can change it.
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Might as well make a character.
Name: Youmiki
Species: Inchling Half-Ghost
Job: Scavenger
Weapon Description: Two Katana
House Description: A sealed off basement.
Abilities:
- Skilled Katana user. The Katana is as sharp as a knife, so it can wound humans.
- Ghost Form (the floating orb) can be used as a scout, and can materialize for combat.
- Youmiki can run very, VERY fast. Too fast for the naked eye to see, but it's more of a method for retreating.
Extra Information: Life is tough for an Inchling. Since they are just a bit more than an Inch tall, they can easily be crushed. They survive by stealing things from Humans. Inchlings are invisible to all but children, unless they reveal themselves. But if a Child notices them, their invisibility vanishes. This applies to any items the Inchling is carrying. Youmiki lives in a sealed-off basement of a house to which SHE found a small entrance a while ago. Inchlings can get very old, but their physical appearance is often that of a child/teen. Youmiki also has a ghost form that can travel through solid objects to scout. It can also materialize and use one of the two Katana Youmiki carries with her.
Appearance:
((Yes, It's Youmu Konpaku, deal with it.))
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Approved.
Hello
OOC: I edited her a bit. Still approved? Not that I'll be too active.
OOC: Still approved.
Hello
Name: Colonel Timmerton
Species: Human
Job: Former officer of alfieq's army (retired).
Weapon Description: Old Model of 20th Century Pistol.
House Description: At the Valley's Military Institute of Officers, from his personal retirement quarter.
Extra Information: Tell the Colonel if you want more history about him, and to know how he got here.
Approved.
Hello
What about mine?
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Approved.
Hello
Name: Charles "The Hammer" Martel
Species: Hyper Realistic Sentient Android
Job: Performer for amusement parks, museums, and children's birthday parties
Weapon: Frankish Battleaxe
House Description: Lives at the museum
Extra Info:
- Sentient android that was built for educational purposes
- Thanks to quirks in his programming he firmly believes he's the real Charles Martel
-Only works in an attempt to get enough money to travel back to his homeland to defend his kingdom
- Doesn't know why everyone says he has a really nice costume.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king
Approved.
Hello
Approved, yet again.
Hello
Let's actually do a story post:
IT was a nice day, a perfectly normal day, for the City. It had been a very long time since what was called the Great Darude Sandstorm happened, where all the oceans and plants turned to sand, the God of Technology returned, and a thousand years of chaos and war reigned. People forgot about it, as it is now generally believed that people first developed civilization after the storm, and almost no ruins remained before it.
But one soul, more machine than man, remembered the times before the cataclysm. She had lived through countless lives and countless people, as unlike Nucleep and Alex, and many others, who had all died and absorbed into her memory banks ages ago, she remained alive, just as ever. She had stopped making friends long ago because she knew it would be futile, they would eventually decay and die, and she would become alone once again. She had often wished that she could die with them, but no matter how many times she tried or how much bigger the damage had done she always survived, many times by the very people that she converted who did so against her own will. A democratic hive mind indeed. Not even the omnipotent beings she had helped were willing to let her die. She was just too immortal for the world. However she has never stopped being amazed at the multiverse, and what it brought for her. This was just another task in between, trying to convert the former primitive cavemen into a paradise like her creator had made her to do.
The city was considered to be as old as its civilization, with a history as deep as our own, but with nowhere else to go outside the limited size of the valley and its flat world, without the God of Technology and her help it could have easily shriveled up and died off like all the others. Like a game combining Civilization and Sim City, she toiled to quietly guide this world in the same image that she had left back in various other universes, especially with her public face, currently President Iris Xelandra of her company Idiotic Industies, beloved by most of the population. If there was an emotion that could describe her, she was content, satisfied. She had wondered, many times, whether to let the local inhabitants go on their own, but without her guiding care what would they do? What would happen? Something bad, she concluded, remembering the time she made a mistake and a whole world went up in nuclear fire before they could even meet their first aliens.
<Unemployment: below 1%. Crime: below 1%. Homelessness: below 1%. Poverty: below 1%.>
The machine went on and on with its statistics, while her true self was actually going through possible scenarios for what could happen for the day. While she expected that today would be another normal day like every day, little did she know that today would be the first of many abnormal days...
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
OOC: Well, guess I'll start things off.
A left here? No, a right. Navigating the space between walls was difficult, since you don't know which room you're in. Fortunately, most of these older houses have mouse holes, allowing Youmiki to check what room she was in.
"Nope, not this one either, this is the living room. Where is the kitchen??"
Youmiki's stomach grumbled, she hasn't eaten in a while, and was searching for something to eat.
"So, if this was the living room, then I should go... that way!"
Youmiki entered the Mouse Hole again and continued on her quest. Even though she couldn't be seen by adults, the risk of being seen by a child was too big to allow her to freely move around the house. Eventually, she finds the kitchen, but now her next problem: How to get onto the counter?
"Hmmm... The door is closed, so I think I can try and climb up."
Youmiki ran across the room, to the counter, and started climbing. Eventually she made it to the top, and her quest was complete: There were small cubes of cheese in a bowl. Quickly, she ran over and put two in her bag, and started on her descend. These would feed her for a bit, as long as the Mice didn't get to them.
Suddenly. The door opens, and Youmiki braces herself. If it was a child, she'd be in trouble, as she was in open view.
Standing in the door opening is a grown woman. She walks up to the counter, and grabs the bowl of cheese. Youmiki exhales; that was close. Too close for comfort. She heads back into the mouse hole, and to the basement.
Youmiki's 'house' was huge, compared to her. The Humans that lived here had sealed off the basement, and Youmiki had found her way in. She'd remodelled a crate she found into her house. It's not much, but it's enough. She deposits one Cube of Cheese, and slices the other into pieces with her Katana. About half should be plenty. She deposits the other half, and takes the pieces to her couch, and starts eating. After that, she goes to sleep.
OOC: You should apply first, and post after that.
OOC: She's Nucleep's and Alex's AI assistant. And she technically 'lives' (at least on this planet) in the penthouse of the tallest building of the city, although she does have other facilities elsewhere in the city, notably all of the devices made in the City. I'll assume you landed on the helipad.
<I am Iris Xelandra, the President of Idiot Industries and this is the city of Valleyville.> (OOC: I know, it's a terrible name, but still )
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
OOC: Soon after the Academy was locked Nucleep picked Alex up, transported back in time to a more stable period and he completed his education there, and then he did other things.
IC: *Iris stops for a second*
Don't you dare say that name...
<Oh, yes, um, okay, so, yes. Maybe we have met before?>
*Iris holds out a hand to shake*
Cali huh? I see. Looks like a blast from the distant past, trillions and trillions of millennia ago.
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
OOC:
Woah...
Please don't add lore of your own. It's my fault for not adding rules, but please don't add lore of your own. Also, don't go all-powerful/all-knowing and say "I'm the president and this is my place." It's perfectly fine if you're like "If you mess with me, you're gonna have a bad time" but please let me add lore of my own.
I apologize if this comment hurts your feelings.
Hello
OOC: Sorry. I could change it. So let's just retcon it to she's the president/CEO of a company that doesn't even have a monopoly on any industries, but a stake in all of them.
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?