Alright, so, like a true god, I am only here for the start or the end of the world. I am officially declaring this RP deader than a doornail. I will be posting a new one soon. Stay tuned
Nevermind the denial. Strikethrough doesn't show up on ctrl-F
Love the Thri-Kreen photo, by the way.
ACCEPTED: Everything seems to be in order in your application. You didn't need to include personality unless you made a magic app, but I appreciate the inclusion anyway. Welcome to the RP Mr. Mod.
Welcome one and all to the world of myth and legend. A land where wizards fight dragons with magical artifacts, this is truly a world where your wildest dreams could come true. For those of you who don't know, this is the end result of the process listed here http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/off-topic/forum-games/forum-roleplaying/2753713-microscope-based-interest-check. For those of you who also don't know, my name is Iceinfly and I will be your GM here. Have fun and let's make magic happen.
Lore
Courtesy of Scarfking, one of the Microscopers
The world is such a broad and diverse place. There are beings as diverse and adaptable as humans, as sturdy and tough as dwarves, and as wise and agile as elves. The elves live in the forest of the north, making them one with nature. The dwarves were once humans, who were trapped underground for generations, thought to be lost. Now, they have an affinity with the earth and amazing strength. The humans are everywhere- ever adapting, ever expanding. From a land to the east, across the Jaculus Sea, were a race of bird-people, called the T’Kal. From the southern desert emerged the Ztaari, a race of humanoid insects. From the depths of the forest which the elves dare not venture come the Naga- Human torsos with snake-like bodies and tails. And from Death herself are the rejects- the Severed. Those who Death believes does not deserve to rest, so they wander the Earth, unable to die.
And then, there are Monsters. Minotaurs, Imps, Goblins, Kobolds, and even those we have not seen yet. They threaten the land, craving nothing but chaos and destruction. The six races and the Severed formed an alliance against the Monsters, in essence, becoming one gigantic nation. But the threat of the Monsters has never declined, not even after a thousand years. To protect the cities and outlying villages, the Mage Guild was formed. The Mages protect the cities and villages with powerful magic that takes a lifetime to obtain and master. Thankfully, in addition to the mages, it is customary now for everyone to be skilled with a weapon when they reach the age of 10. And though the Monsters are very much a threat, they are considered “under control” by most everyone.
But sometimes, simply defending a place is not enough. Often, there are reports of particularly powerful Monsters that a single Mage would not be able to defeat. That is when people send for the Slayers. The Slayers are expert assassins, who always travel in pairs to take on these threats before they can wreak their havoc. Most Slayers don’t return from the first job, but they always get the kill, no matter the cost. They justify endangering themselves by saying that someone has to do it, or else the Monster they slew could have killed many others. To be a Slayer is to die fighting, protecting those you love.
And though the races are united, their lands are far apart. The capital cities of each are connected with portals ever since the alliance was formed, allowing freedom of travel to those who have coin. One can travel to Lapis, the underground city of the dwarves. To Arbor, the beautiful forest city of the elves. To Caelum, the T’Kal city atop a mountain. To Harenam, the city on the sand, built by the Ztaari. Or to Palus, the murky land where the Naga reside.
Magic is a wonderful thing. It can heal, it can attack, it can defend, it can do almost anything. But out of fear that Mages would run rampant, the Mage Guild only allows a select few to join. These are then trained, but are managed strictly by the Guild. Few make it to the end of training, and the rejects are killed in order to make sure no-one would abuse this power. Magic is still available to the ordinary citizen, of course, but it’s nothing more than basic telekinesis and parlor tricks. But, there is a way to gain magic power without training that rivals that of a Mage. You can make a contract with an Entity. This is illegal, and punishable by death. However, it is difficult to find an entity in the first place, and much more so to convince them to contract with you. In addition, you get very little power at first. To gain more power, you must complete tasks, set forth by the entity. They can be as vague or specific as they want. You don’t have to do what they tell you, but you won’t gain any power. So think carefully before you make a contract, if you get the opportunity.
Overarching Rules:
These are the overall rules of roleplay and for how you should conduct yourself in the game.These rules work on a strike system. If you break them 3 times, you will be removed from the RP and totally ignored. No exceptions.
No arguments. If you have a dispute, talk about it on a PM thread that I’m included in. Don’t clutter the OOC or IC thread with squabbles.
Typical MCForum Rules and FRP rules (No meta, godmodding, etc.)
One character per person. If you want to make a new one, talk to me and we’ll remove your old character first.
No one liners. Put some thought into your posts and make them meaningful to the conversation.
If you want to tennis post or have a conversation like that, feel free to take it to a PM thread in which I am involved and post the result or the entire conversation to the forums in ONE POST.
Individual players (Including mods) cannot advance the plot or make "big plays" (Killing a tough enemy, things like that) without consulting one or more RP Mods. These big plays will be specified.
Playable Race List:
Humans
Elves
Dwarves
Ztaari(An insectoid race, They get random and unpredictable visions. A phenomenon known as Yokan. Pretty frail, but also fast and agile. Very similar to the Thri-kreen from Dungeons and Dragons.)
The Severed (A race of undead who have literally been ripped out of the land beyond by entities or dark magics. While rare, they are blessed with near immortality and inability to rot, though they are never at peace and may never rest.)
Naga (3-4 feet human torso, minus legs. 8-10 feet snake tail. Can switch between thermal vision and normal color vision. Venom without a known antidote that causes convulsions in their prey but doesn't kill them. Generally slow, stubborn and clumsy.
T’Kal (Bird people, have talons for feet and wings for arms. They also have a “Hand” on the elbow of their wing. Due to the fact that they have hollow bones (better to fly with) they tend to break easier, making them much weaker in melee combat and at resisting damage.)
The Application:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Weapons:
Clothing/Armour:
History:
Other:
If you want to start with magic, fill this out, too. No starting with a contract with an Entity, NO EXCEPTIONS:
Personality:
Minor Spells:
Why should you have magic?:
How did you gain your magical powers?:
Application Rules:
No OP characters.
If you have magic, it has to be minor. Nothing more than basic prestidigitation or simple parlor tricks. You cannot start as a full blown magician.
Keep characters realistic. After all, this is a low fantasy setting. Also say for glory and honor, huzzah in your application so I know you read these rules.
Unless your character is literally the most average person in their race, their strengths and weaknesses should be more than that of their race. That means that you shouldn’t put “Hollow bones” as a weakness if you are T’Kal because ALL T’Kal have hollow bones.
No previously established universes or characters from previously established universes.
Be creative. I reserve the right to deny any application I think will not mesh with the setting.
If you are denied 3 times, you will not have any further applications reviewed.
After all the world building is done. It usually takes a few days after everybody who's interested has posted and then up to a week to write lore. All in all, it could be up to 2 weeks maximum.
So... it's.. anything? Can you explain to me what we would do? It sounds awesome, but I'd like to be prepared. I'll join it.
The world is as the players build it. The players all partake in the creation of the world with each player giving suggestions on Genre and theme as well as parts of the world. Most of the time, you would play a character. But if everybody wants to play a city builder, that's also an option. You have been added to the PMs, Epic.
Hello all you MCFRPers! My name is Iceinfly, long time RPer on and off here on these Minecraft Forums. Unfortunately for me, I have never written a successful RP, partly due to my involvement and partially due to a lack of something I like to call player agency. Player agency is a player's willingness to see the story progress and to continue posting in the RP. So, I have spent a long time thinking about how to solve this issue and found a solution in a very unlikely spot. Through my various tabletop RP games, running Savage Worlds mostly, I have developed a system to make a setting based on the Microscope RPG world builder: www.lamemage.com/microscope/
I have adapted my system for developing Savage Worlds settings to one that would work very well for Forum Roleplaying settings and have now gotten to a point in which I'm ready to show it to the public.
How It'll Work:
So, if I've caught your interest, here's what you'll need to know in order to join the RP. The game world will be made by the players and GM in tandem. That's right, you will have as much influence on making this world as I will! That includes the overarching genre and even some of the game rules. You will have a big influence on the game world and it's history. In essence, you get to make the game you want to play and play it with a bunch of other people who want to play the same game.
To allow for ease of information and the such, the world building will follow the following format. This will all be done over PM, so you need to make sure you're added to it before the Microscoping starts in order to be included in the world building. Otherwise, it'll become pretty clear why this system is called Microscope. You start big, and get more and more focused until we finally have a well-made world.
No Goes:
The first step is No Goes. A No Go is something that you WILL NOT play in a game if it occurs under any circumstances. Examples of this that I've seen in my Savage Worlds games have been "No cursing", "No super edgy characters", and "No arguing OOC". A side note, Forum rules WILL BE followed under No Goes. That means No cursing is an automatic No Go. If you break a No Go, there will be a discussion about your removal from the game and a discussion with the person who made the No Go. Each person, including me, can submit as many No Goes as they want, to a point.
Overarching Rules:
These are simple rules that help make the RP run smoother. Examples of this include "No Metagaming, Godmoding, Powergaming, etc." and "OOC in the OOC chat." Players may submit one Overarching rule not including "Typical Forum Rules". Doing this will keep it nice and simple and make sure there is enough freedom for people to RP the way they want to. Breaking an Overarching Rule works on a strike system. 3 times and you are non-negotiably out of the RP. Your character will be erased from existence in a way befitting the RP.
Broad Genre:
Think of this like the genre of a book. The Broad Genre is a very widely spanning genre. Examples include "Science Fiction", "Fantasy", or "Superpowers". Combinations of Broad Genres are also a Broad Genres. Things like "Sci-Fi Fantasy" are also broad Genres. There must be a consensus of the players to decide on genre.
Specific Genre:
These are very specific and govern the Positive and Negative aspects of the game. They typically include the Broad Genre in their names. Examples include "Cyberpunk Hitmen", "Sci-Fi Fantasy Adventurers", and "Fantasy Monster Hunters", all of which are games that I have run in the past. The players must come to a unanimous decision before continuing on to the next step.
Game Rules:
These are the rules that govern the overall aspects of the game itself. Examples of this include "No Dragons" in a fantasy game, or "Things must follow the laws of physics" in a superhero game. Each player, including me, may make one of these rules. Breaking these rules will usually be retconned or result in a character denial. These rules also govern what I, as GM, can include in the game. I promise you I will not break the rule, though I may come up with workarounds.
Broad Positive and Negative World Aspects:
For everything that is good with the world, there must also be something bad. This is represented by the Positive and Negative World Aspects. Each player, including me, in order, goes around and declares something that they want to add to the world, and something that they want to either be bad about that, or be bad about the world in general. Being Broad aspects, these should be things that are not very specific. An example of this is
"+Magic is very common and easy to access. It is brought on by one of the gods of magic.
-: There is a disease sweeping the land from misuse of magic known as the Spellplague."
Each player, including me, gets one of these aspects that they may determine.
Specific Positive and Negative World Aspects:
As above, but these are much more specific. They may include things like
"+:The Spellplague has a cure.
-:The cure is very rare and must have adventurers go out and retrieve the ingredients needed to make it."
Each player, including me, gets one of these aspects that they may determine.
Lore Suggestions:
The next step is part of my role in this system. Lore suggestions are suggestions for potential points in the war. Great wars throughout history, the backstory behind a particular race, and other pieces of the lore are all open to suggestion. Each player, with the exception of me, may make 1 suggestion that I will try my best to include. You may make other suggestions, but it may or may not be included in the overall lore.
My Part:
Finally comes the actual world building. With all of these rules, suggestions, and aspects behind me, I will make the world as each of the players have imagined it. This will take up to a week and, when it's done, the game will be ready for applications to come through. This will be your world as much as mine, so I will run the lore by the people in the PMs before presenting it on the application page.
How to Get Involved:
Getting involved is simple. All you have to do is state your interest and any questions you have and, once all of your questions are answered, you will be added to the PMs. Slots are limited, though, so be ready to post if you're interested!
This is your world, this is my world, this is our world, this is Microscope! Any questions?
The first response to Samson's offer came from a man who had not actually been introduced to Samson yet. Maybe, though, that was because he didn't speak. The man turned to Samson began to furiously type on his phone. Samson's augmented mind allowed him to pick up on everybody's reactions simultaneously and respond to all of them in turn. All of them, except for one. In fact, the man who had just typed the message to Samson on his phone seemed to keep a flat face no matter what he did. He was totally unreadable to the naked eye. Samson found it weird as the speed in which he typed made it seem like he was excited about it. Samson decided to disregard it and, instead focus on what the man had typed. Asking if he would be provided with a ride and some drinks, Samson laughed loudly before saying, "Of course I'll provide a ride. What kind of host would I be if I didn't?"
The next person to respond was the woman who went by the name of Pick. Samson noted that she was an average looking woman, nothing too special about her appearance. In fact, she reminded Sasmon of a girl he had a crush on back in College. Said woman would later turn him down, but Samson held no bad blood against her. She bowed, a formal gesture that Samson was not accustomed to, even in his industry and revealed her richly brown hair on the top of her head to him. He rolled back slightly, uncomfortable as he noticed that the woman before him was blushing at the offer. Feeling rather proud of himself, especially after she offered to pay and stated that it was a little early, Samson smiled broadly and said, "Oh, come now. I couldn't let that happen, especially with the place that I have in mind. After all, I need to get to know the people whose lives I'll be saving and I don't want that to get off to a rocky start. I'll let you pay, but only if you insist."
Samson didn't quite notice the following comment from the man whom Samson had not met as it was not directed towards him, but he did notice Earthbreaker's comment about not having a philosophical discussion and about the UFC. He laughed haughtily in response, before sighing deeply and beginning to speak, once again. "My, I haven't seen a UFC game in ages! I would love to join you in those front row seats. I've heard they're using Medical Nanites now to make sure that the fights last longer. That will be fun."
Sadly, though, Two Doves, the most attractive of the bunch in Samson's mind, did not want to do anything extreme with their night. WHile she accepted the dinner offer, a fact that made Samson smile broadly, she declined the offer to go to the UFC. She had a point. The group was going to be deployed tomorrow after all. It might not be the best. Though Samson had his Youth Nanites that made him get tired much slower, he knew that wouldn't be true for everybody else in the group. He spoke up after a few seconds of thinking, "Dove has a point, sadly. We've got a big day tomorrow. I can set up the dinner now and we can discuss the UFC later and see how we're feeling. Speaking of which..." Samson pressed a button on the arm of the chair and a beep could be heard followed by a familiarly British voice.
"How can I help you, sir?" Came the voice of Peter, Samson's AI companion.
"Peter..." Continued Samson, "Set up reservations for the group at the Four Gardens tonight and get the limo ready for transport from that warehouse." The Four Gardens was a renowned high class restaurant in Lynnhaven. It was known as a place where it was nearly impossible to get reservations unless you were famous or knew somebody famous. Truly, it was a place for the high class and their closest friends. It was also wildly expensive unless you, once again, had some amount of pull in the city. Being in the Four Gardens was definitely a status symbol more than anything in the city of Lynnhaven.
"Very well sir. If I may make an announcement..." Samson turned up the volume on his chair, allowing Peter's voice to resonate throughout the room, "Please dress to impress for this occasion. Nice clothes are recommended. Also, this will be in the city. If any of you have any troubles with law enforcement, let's just say Masquerade Ball is always in fashion for the eccentric man." Peter clicked off and Samson looked at the group, awaiting a response.
Samson's flirtatious conversation with the young woman known as Two Doves was sadly cut short by Wilson finally opening the door to the ALM base. "Security must really be tough here if it takes that long to do a single scan. That, or the tech is really bad. I hope it's not the latter." Samson thought. Trailing at the back of the group as he usually did, Samson wheeled in to the strangely decorated room behind the rest of the people and pulled up next to the large man with the baseball bat whose name escaped Samson at the time. That, or he was just never told the info. While his memory was augmented, he was still human. Either way, Samson felt quite safe sitting next to him as he was built like a tank and, on top of that, he was also a big fan.
Samson would have smiled at the recognition of his great achievements, if Wilson had not shown him who the brains behind the operation was. The man sitting in the chair before Samson was bar none the last man Samson would ever expect to see alive. The one and only Denzel Greeves sat before Samson. An officer through and through, Denzel wasn't the biggest or sexiest of men, but he was a brilliant tactician and a leader of men. Samson's mouth held agape for a good amount of time at the sight before he himself revealed the reason for his survival through the disclosure of HIGHLY classified information.
Saying that he was alive because his blood was basically Med-Gel (an invention that utilized a boosted version of Samson's nanites that would blow themselves out, but could perform miracles) and he was highly augmented, Denzel went on to explain that his purpose here was very similar to Samson's. He wanted to take the government down because of a personal slight against him. Samson quietly whispered, "Damn..." before listening to the rest of the man's statements. He listed the rules, be humane and ethical, the job pays well, and don't be stupid and get yourself killed. Apparently, briefing would happen tomorrow and, at least for the next few hours, Samson and everybody else had a little bit of time to spend as they please. Samson decided not to speak to his fellow war veteran in such a public space. These things were best done over a nice hard drink and a game of pool. Instead, Samson said to Denzel, "Mister Greaves, it's truly an honor to meet somebody whose so decorated, but I am afraid this isn't a good time with all these people around and the like. I would love to talk stories with you over a nice cold one soon. My treat."
Knowing that this might be his last to live like a normal person. Samson thought up an idea. He would help the group bond. The city of Lynnhaven had always had a thriving night life, so he said. "Well, if we've got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying."
Nanoware: Medical Nanites, Lazarus Protocol, Mental Speed
Complications: Edited Memories, Modified Behavior
((Just saying because this is something I'm sure Block missed and correct me if I'm wrong, but Lazarus Protocol requires both Medical Nanites AND Self-Repair to work. I think you only have Medical Nanites. I really hate to be that guy, but I built it as a major part into my character background.
Copied from the OP:
Lazarus Protocol: If you are killed by critical damage to one organ (except for the brain) or some event that does not result in overwhelming damage, you will go into a hibernation mode rather than die, and slowly repair yourself over the course of time ranging from five to six hours, depending on injuries and available material. Requires Medical Nanites and Self-repair to apply.))
Samson was honestly surprised by the answers he got from the people who responded to him. The one who Samson had overheard was named Kate responded that she worked for a God. This immediately brought back a strong memory from Samson's past. Specifically of a line that Artyom had said after his first surgery. They had just kept a man with horrible acid burns alive after a chemical bombing during WWIII. This line became one of Artyom's many favorite lines in English. As English wasn't his first language, Artyom had many of these. After his first surgery, Artyom had said, "You know Samson, my friend, after all of that I can't help but think that we're not just doing God's work here. We're working as God's right and left hands here." Those words "God's right and left hands" still rang out in Samson's mind to this day. Especially because Artyom's cyber arm was on his left side while Samson's was on his right. God's left hand had literally killed Artyom all those years ago.
Samson snapped back to reality with Two Dove's response, too distracted to notice her blushing, but able to multitask the words she was saying. She claimed to be a technician, saying was neither good nor bad at her job. Being a major technician himself, Samson smiled as color returned to his face. She then asked what his purposes for being in such a lovely neck of the woods were. It was a fair question. Samson, after all, had never really told anybody in the media about the circumstances surrounding around Artyom's death. Not that he could anyway. The people in the media were working for the megacorporations. It was only because Samson worked so closely with Gencorp that he and Artyom had gotten so famous. The world was run these days by people with agendas and a goal to squeeze every last ounce of power out of the people of the world.
Samson looked Two Doves straight in her deeply piercing eyes and, minding his words with all of the focus he could conjure, politely said, "Well, we'll have to get together in private one of these days and... compare notes. I myself am a engineer as much as I am a doctor. As far as my reasons for being her go. I like to think of it as back in the days before the war, I lived in the land of the free and home of the brave. Now, it's more of the land of the fee and home of the slave." Samson chuckled slightly before sighing deeply and continuing, "A few years ago, God lost his left hand and I lost my only friend to these massive corporations' lust for money and privacy. Nobody else should have to die under my watch... period. I spent my whole life after the war fighting to save lives, but all I ended up doing was placing the wrong people in power with my tech. Now, I have been given a second lease on life and I plan to spend eternity making sure that God's work is not that of any man or company, but that of a humble medic."
Wheeling behind the group, Samson spent most of the walk observing the people in his brigade one by one. He took full advantage of his ability to focus on multiple things at once and his enhanced processing power to truly survey each and every one of the people that he had been grouped with. After all, if he was to heal and treat these people, he should get to know not-only their capabilities, but their drawbacks. Augmentations can add an edge to the common man, but without maintenance, they are worthless. Luckily, Samson was skilled at that. Suffice it to say, Samson took in every detail he could gather from observing the people in his group. While many of the people in this group were fully obscured (obviously wanting to conceal their identities) some of the people were notably open with their appearance. These were the people Samson focused primarily on.
The first of the bunch to catch Samson's eye was the girl that had codenamed herself Two Doves. She was easily the least visably augmented out of anybody, with the exception of an antennae that stuck out of her jet black hair. However, Samson wasn't sure if this was an augmentation or not as long range communications (the type they used back in Samson's military days to contact the medics) typically held the same apparatus. They were also common in soldier's helmets as they tended to encrypt most communications on the soldier's side, lessening the need for a middle man and strengthening overall communication. Otherwise, the woman looked quite easy on the eyes. She reminded Samson of a former lover he once had. Samson, however, could not quite tell how old she was, possibly due to her race. Her hands were calloused, most likely molded by years of training in combat and intelligence. In fact, her whole facade made her seem like an intelligence specialist, the way she carried herself, her slim, athletic physique, her fingertips being heavier then the rest of her hands. It was probably just a coincidence, though.
Samson, being the young man he once was rolled up beside her as she offered a cigarette to one of the concealed people. It wasn't very hard to do as the lift was quite spacious. The concealed person revealed her name as "Kate". Samson, being the charmer that he used to be when he was younger, decided to say something to learn more about these people standing before him. He said, "If you don't mind the intrusion, I couldn't help but overhearing a bit of your conversation. This whole place is a bit crowded. I'd like to ask what you each do outside of this job? I mean, suffice it to say, while you are quite the looker Two Doves, you don't strike me as the mercenary type like most of the people in this group."
((I edited my app, removing Endocrine Control and adding Youth Nanites as an upgrade to Lazarus Protocol. The effects are as follows:
Youth Nanites: (Requires Lazarus Protocol) Your nanites have been upgraded to repair the body within the nucleus of cells, rendering you totally immune to the aging process. After 2 months, you will appear to be in your early 20s and will not age. On top of this, because your body is being repaired on the cellular level, you are much more resistant to muscular and mental fatigue, scarring and injury, and you have boosted endurance. You are also more resistant to the effects of radiation, disease, and poison, as your cells will be quickly purged of these toxins. Acts as one of many cures for cancer.))
Samson could not help but laugh at all of the goings on outside the warehouse. Though it may seem weird, Samson was quite enjoying the attention he was receiving from such poor-looking people. It truly showed that his work had reached everybody on Earth, not just the upper class and the powerful. Seeing all these people revere his work caused an immense wave of pride to wash through his mostly-human body. He smiled broadly and accepted each comment as graciously as possible when they came. Though Samson had always been an introvert, he had had some major amounts of training that allowed him to at-least socialize on a human level. He wasn't any expert and didn't have a silver tongue by any means, but he knew just enough on how to deal with fans to get by.
The first man that approached him was one of the two men who had been approaching the group with their guns drawn. Obviously everybody was at least a bit on edge as they were quickly blocked by a man who looked like Jason from the horror movies of Samson's youth. He raised his spiked baseball bat to the armed, but not dangerous, man and threatened him, saying to state his business before approaching "Doctor Samson". Samson sighed and wondered to himself: I wonder if Einstein ever had to deal with people calling him Doctor Albert. Though I wouldn't be surprised if people called Hawking Doctor Steven.
Multitasking his thoughts and his words as well as listening to the goings on around him, Samson spoke to the man in the mask. "I see my reputation precedes me. Though, I'd thought the media had taken to calling me Lazarus after my most famous nanites. It's very nice to meet a fan of my work! Though I wound't say they were MY advancements. I had a lot of help getting to where I am today." Samson smiled broadly after the last sentence. The two began to bicker as more people approached the group. The two of note were a man in a trench coat and a augmented sickly little girl. Samson immediately wondered if he could help her with whatever the problem was. Maybe he could develop some curative nanites to work on diseases in the blood. Though, he would have to redevelop his Youth Nanites to target viruses. That would take some time and effort, though maybe he could get a lab from the ALM.
Meanwhile, Samson responded to the man who introduced himself as Johnathan, a fan of Samson's work. Though, Samson wasn't quite sure how a man who looked like your average junker could know about him, "Thanks for all the support Johnathan! You can call me whatever you'd like. Samson, Dr. Martin, Lazarus, Sam, or whatever you'd like. I assume we'll be working together, so it would be good to know who my patients are."
Samson's train of thought was interrupted by a nearby man screaming to the group to stop the bickering. He introduced himself as Wilson Grey, a high ranking member of the ALM. Samson snickered quietly as he did this. If it was as unsafe as he said, it probably wasn't a good idea to say your rank right off the bat. I mean, people could take you hostage or kill you for the bounty. Though, with how unruly people were right now, it probably wound't be the greatest idea. Samson smiled at Mr. Grey and said, "I'm terribly sorry for the situation involving me. I didn't expect my reputation to reach this far out. I will make sure to take precautions in the future."
"Good morning Sir, you have a message from an encrypted source. Contained is an audio file with the file name ALM. Would you like me to play it?"
The unmistakably British voice of Samson's AI, Peter, resonated throughout Samson's high-rise apartment. Samson, who had just stepped out of the shower, was busy drying himself off when it came. Samson removed the waterproof sleeve from his robotic arm as he began to speak in a tired, raspy voice. This had been a message he had been waiting for for quite a while now and he was visibly excited by the news. His moistened face lit up, his features enhanced by his youthful muscles. Samson took a brief look in the mirror and noted that his Youth Nanites had really worked well overnight. Quite a few of the smile lines along his face, natures punishment for happiness, had receded and his skin had visibly tightened around his head.
"Please play the message Peter. Also, after that, make sure the breakfast today is higher in protein. I expect I'll be doing a lot more exercise."
The robotic voice chimed in before the message started playing. "Very well, sir. Encrypting now."
A series of beeps played behind a short stint of classical music before a very unfamiliar and heavily distorted voice began to play.
"HELLO SAMSON. I AM A REPRESENTATIVE FROM THE AMERICAN LIBERATION MOVEMENT. WE HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING YOUR EXPLOITS FOR A LONG TIME NOW AND HAVE NOTICED YOUR INTEREST IN US. IF YOU STILL WISH TO JOIN COME TO THE LOCATION SENT TO YOUR AI AT THE SPECIFIED TIME AND MEET WITH OUR REPRESENTATIVE. COME ALONE! OTHERWISE, DO NOT SPEAK TO A SOUL ABOUT THIS MESSAGE. IF YOU A FRACTION AS MUCH ABOUT US AS WE DO ABOUT YOU, YOU WILL NOT BE HAPPY WITH THE CONSEQUENCES."
On that eerie note, the voice cuts out and Peter once again chimes in.
"Would you like me to prepare the car, sir?"
"Yes, Peter, that would be lovely."
After a brief and tasteless breakfast, Samson completed his morning routine and read a book for a few hours. Nothing too special, just some age-old high fantasy trash that had been recommended to him by a friend. He then wheeled over to a ramp out from his kitchen to his garage. With Peter's assistance in the automation of the ramps on the car, Samson climbed into the back and was quickly buckled into his wheelchair. Peter's voice, once again chimed in over the car stereo.
"Sir, the temperature today is nice and warm with only a slight chance of rain. We will be heading into Old Town, a very dangerous part of this city, would you like me to activate Nanite Shielding on the car and tint the windows?"
Samson, who was almost giddy from excitement, a feeling he had not felt in a long time, said, "That would be great Peter. We don't want anything to happen on the way over."
With that, the windows of the car darkened and the exterior of the high-class car darkened with nanites, changing from white to black and thickening slightly. The engine revved up and Samuel could feel the car begin to drive down the straight streets of Upper Lynnhaven and then down the very narrow streets of Old Town. After about an hour and a half drive (the car going slowly to avoid suspicion and limit noise) it lurched into place in front of a dusty old warehouse with a few people out front. Peter's voice chimed in for the last time, coming through a speaker on Samson's wheelchair.
"Are you ready to go, Sir?"
Samson's could hardly contain his excitement, a byproduct of youth, as he said "Yessiree! Let's meet the people!"
With that, the back of the incredibly nice car clicked open and out of it rolled Samson. His white-plated cybernetic arm glinted in the sunlight. His face teemed with excitement to the point where you wouldn't even need augmentations to read his face. Using his multitasking augmentation, Samson focused on making sure his wheelchair was in peak condition while he surveyed the area simultaneously. What he saw was a group of incredibly heavily armed men and women all mulling about in the area. A pair of them seemed to be approaching the group with weapons ready, much to the dismay of the other people in the group. One of them, a woman with distinctive antennae sticking out of her head, seemed to be talking to a pair of men up next to one of the many werehouses. By the way these people were dressed, Samson assumed that these were not the typical Old Town rabble, well at least MOST of them weren't.
Samson grabbed his briefcase from the car, placed it upon a hook at the front of his wheelchair and tapped the back door twice. As he did this,the car closed all doors and sped off back home. Peter would take care of it from here. He looked at the group. So brimming with excitement that he didn't even realize that his reputation was likely to have gotten him noticed FAR before he said a word. He rolled up, passed the group that were approaching with their weapons drawn, keeping his Oracles trained on their movements and up to the group. He waved with his white robotic arm, revealing a green cross wrapped by an Ouroboros on the shoulder. The symbol for the GenCorp Nanomedical Division. He began to speak in a husky voice, starting with the catchphrase he used when near paparazzi, "The doctor is in! Now, are you the one's I'm supposed to meet?"
Accepted, but you still have an extra point to spend, if you want.
I spent it on Cyberarm (right). I thought it would mke sense given that Artyom also had one in his backstory. Would it be possible to say it doesn't shake like a normal arm? I mean, it makes sense for a surgeon.
Also, would it be okay if, because Samson's Youth Nans were just implemented, Samson gets younger in appearance over the course of RP, eventually settlingat a point where he appears to be in his early 20s?
You must realize that this means that I must now post a misspelled word on every one of my posts, just to soak up some of that quota. So... without further ado my word of this post is... mischpelling!
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Alright, so, like a true god, I am only here for the start or the end of the world. I am officially declaring this RP deader than a doornail. I will be posting a new one soon. Stay tuned
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Nevermind the denial. Strikethrough doesn't show up on ctrl-F
Love the Thri-Kreen photo, by the way.
ACCEPTED: Everything seems to be in order in your application. You didn't need to include personality unless you made a magic app, but I appreciate the inclusion anyway. Welcome to the RP Mr. Mod.
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Welcome one and all to the world of myth and legend. A land where wizards fight dragons with magical artifacts, this is truly a world where your wildest dreams could come true. For those of you who don't know, this is the end result of the process listed here http://www.minecraftforum.net/forums/off-topic/forum-games/forum-roleplaying/2753713-microscope-based-interest-check. For those of you who also don't know, my name is Iceinfly and I will be your GM here. Have fun and let's make magic happen.
FOR GLORY AND HONOR, HUZZAH COMRADES!
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After all the world building is done. It usually takes a few days after everybody who's interested has posted and then up to a week to write lore. All in all, it could be up to 2 weeks maximum.
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Yes, other people will be allowed to apply and join if there are open slots, but they will not be able to add on to the world once it's finalized.
The world is as the players build it. The players all partake in the creation of the world with each player giving suggestions on Genre and theme as well as parts of the world. Most of the time, you would play a character. But if everybody wants to play a city builder, that's also an option. You have been added to the PMs, Epic.
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It depends on what most people want during the world building. Heck, if that's the genre, you could control a city sized person.
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Hello all you MCFRPers! My name is Iceinfly, long time RPer on and off here on these Minecraft Forums. Unfortunately for me, I have never written a successful RP, partly due to my involvement and partially due to a lack of something I like to call player agency. Player agency is a player's willingness to see the story progress and to continue posting in the RP. So, I have spent a long time thinking about how to solve this issue and found a solution in a very unlikely spot. Through my various tabletop RP games, running Savage Worlds mostly, I have developed a system to make a setting based on the Microscope RPG world builder: www.lamemage.com/microscope/
I have adapted my system for developing Savage Worlds settings to one that would work very well for Forum Roleplaying settings and have now gotten to a point in which I'm ready to show it to the public.
So, if I've caught your interest, here's what you'll need to know in order to join the RP. The game world will be made by the players and GM in tandem. That's right, you will have as much influence on making this world as I will! That includes the overarching genre and even some of the game rules. You will have a big influence on the game world and it's history. In essence, you get to make the game you want to play and play it with a bunch of other people who want to play the same game.
To allow for ease of information and the such, the world building will follow the following format. This will all be done over PM, so you need to make sure you're added to it before the Microscoping starts in order to be included in the world building. Otherwise, it'll become pretty clear why this system is called Microscope. You start big, and get more and more focused until we finally have a well-made world.
No Goes:
The first step is No Goes. A No Go is something that you WILL NOT play in a game if it occurs under any circumstances. Examples of this that I've seen in my Savage Worlds games have been "No cursing", "No super edgy characters", and "No arguing OOC". A side note, Forum rules WILL BE followed under No Goes. That means No cursing is an automatic No Go. If you break a No Go, there will be a discussion about your removal from the game and a discussion with the person who made the No Go. Each person, including me, can submit as many No Goes as they want, to a point.
Overarching Rules:
These are simple rules that help make the RP run smoother. Examples of this include "No Metagaming, Godmoding, Powergaming, etc." and "OOC in the OOC chat." Players may submit one Overarching rule not including "Typical Forum Rules". Doing this will keep it nice and simple and make sure there is enough freedom for people to RP the way they want to. Breaking an Overarching Rule works on a strike system. 3 times and you are non-negotiably out of the RP. Your character will be erased from existence in a way befitting the RP.
Broad Genre:
Think of this like the genre of a book. The Broad Genre is a very widely spanning genre. Examples include "Science Fiction", "Fantasy", or "Superpowers". Combinations of Broad Genres are also a Broad Genres. Things like "Sci-Fi Fantasy" are also broad Genres. There must be a consensus of the players to decide on genre.
Specific Genre:
These are very specific and govern the Positive and Negative aspects of the game. They typically include the Broad Genre in their names. Examples include "Cyberpunk Hitmen", "Sci-Fi Fantasy Adventurers", and "Fantasy Monster Hunters", all of which are games that I have run in the past. The players must come to a unanimous decision before continuing on to the next step.
Game Rules:
These are the rules that govern the overall aspects of the game itself. Examples of this include "No Dragons" in a fantasy game, or "Things must follow the laws of physics" in a superhero game. Each player, including me, may make one of these rules. Breaking these rules will usually be retconned or result in a character denial. These rules also govern what I, as GM, can include in the game. I promise you I will not break the rule, though I may come up with workarounds.
Broad Positive and Negative World Aspects:
For everything that is good with the world, there must also be something bad. This is represented by the Positive and Negative World Aspects. Each player, including me, in order, goes around and declares something that they want to add to the world, and something that they want to either be bad about that, or be bad about the world in general. Being Broad aspects, these should be things that are not very specific. An example of this is
"+Magic is very common and easy to access. It is brought on by one of the gods of magic.
-: There is a disease sweeping the land from misuse of magic known as the Spellplague."
Each player, including me, gets one of these aspects that they may determine.
Specific Positive and Negative World Aspects:
As above, but these are much more specific. They may include things like
"+:The Spellplague has a cure.
-:The cure is very rare and must have adventurers go out and retrieve the ingredients needed to make it."
Each player, including me, gets one of these aspects that they may determine.
Lore Suggestions:
The next step is part of my role in this system. Lore suggestions are suggestions for potential points in the war. Great wars throughout history, the backstory behind a particular race, and other pieces of the lore are all open to suggestion. Each player, with the exception of me, may make 1 suggestion that I will try my best to include. You may make other suggestions, but it may or may not be included in the overall lore.
My Part:
Finally comes the actual world building. With all of these rules, suggestions, and aspects behind me, I will make the world as each of the players have imagined it. This will take up to a week and, when it's done, the game will be ready for applications to come through. This will be your world as much as mine, so I will run the lore by the people in the PMs before presenting it on the application page.
Getting involved is simple. All you have to do is state your interest and any questions you have and, once all of your questions are answered, you will be added to the PMs. Slots are limited, though, so be ready to post if you're interested!
This is your world, this is my world, this is our world, this is Microscope! Any questions?
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The first response to Samson's offer came from a man who had not actually been introduced to Samson yet. Maybe, though, that was because he didn't speak. The man turned to Samson began to furiously type on his phone. Samson's augmented mind allowed him to pick up on everybody's reactions simultaneously and respond to all of them in turn. All of them, except for one. In fact, the man who had just typed the message to Samson on his phone seemed to keep a flat face no matter what he did. He was totally unreadable to the naked eye. Samson found it weird as the speed in which he typed made it seem like he was excited about it. Samson decided to disregard it and, instead focus on what the man had typed. Asking if he would be provided with a ride and some drinks, Samson laughed loudly before saying, "Of course I'll provide a ride. What kind of host would I be if I didn't?"
The next person to respond was the woman who went by the name of Pick. Samson noted that she was an average looking woman, nothing too special about her appearance. In fact, she reminded Sasmon of a girl he had a crush on back in College. Said woman would later turn him down, but Samson held no bad blood against her. She bowed, a formal gesture that Samson was not accustomed to, even in his industry and revealed her richly brown hair on the top of her head to him. He rolled back slightly, uncomfortable as he noticed that the woman before him was blushing at the offer. Feeling rather proud of himself, especially after she offered to pay and stated that it was a little early, Samson smiled broadly and said, "Oh, come now. I couldn't let that happen, especially with the place that I have in mind. After all, I need to get to know the people whose lives I'll be saving and I don't want that to get off to a rocky start. I'll let you pay, but only if you insist."
Samson didn't quite notice the following comment from the man whom Samson had not met as it was not directed towards him, but he did notice Earthbreaker's comment about not having a philosophical discussion and about the UFC. He laughed haughtily in response, before sighing deeply and beginning to speak, once again. "My, I haven't seen a UFC game in ages! I would love to join you in those front row seats. I've heard they're using Medical Nanites now to make sure that the fights last longer. That will be fun."
Sadly, though, Two Doves, the most attractive of the bunch in Samson's mind, did not want to do anything extreme with their night. WHile she accepted the dinner offer, a fact that made Samson smile broadly, she declined the offer to go to the UFC. She had a point. The group was going to be deployed tomorrow after all. It might not be the best. Though Samson had his Youth Nanites that made him get tired much slower, he knew that wouldn't be true for everybody else in the group. He spoke up after a few seconds of thinking, "Dove has a point, sadly. We've got a big day tomorrow. I can set up the dinner now and we can discuss the UFC later and see how we're feeling. Speaking of which..." Samson pressed a button on the arm of the chair and a beep could be heard followed by a familiarly British voice.
"How can I help you, sir?" Came the voice of Peter, Samson's AI companion.
"Peter..." Continued Samson, "Set up reservations for the group at the Four Gardens tonight and get the limo ready for transport from that warehouse." The Four Gardens was a renowned high class restaurant in Lynnhaven. It was known as a place where it was nearly impossible to get reservations unless you were famous or knew somebody famous. Truly, it was a place for the high class and their closest friends. It was also wildly expensive unless you, once again, had some amount of pull in the city. Being in the Four Gardens was definitely a status symbol more than anything in the city of Lynnhaven.
"Very well sir. If I may make an announcement..." Samson turned up the volume on his chair, allowing Peter's voice to resonate throughout the room, "Please dress to impress for this occasion. Nice clothes are recommended. Also, this will be in the city. If any of you have any troubles with law enforcement, let's just say Masquerade Ball is always in fashion for the eccentric man." Peter clicked off and Samson looked at the group, awaiting a response.
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((10/10 would RP again. I'm on board.))
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Samson's flirtatious conversation with the young woman known as Two Doves was sadly cut short by Wilson finally opening the door to the ALM base. "Security must really be tough here if it takes that long to do a single scan. That, or the tech is really bad. I hope it's not the latter." Samson thought. Trailing at the back of the group as he usually did, Samson wheeled in to the strangely decorated room behind the rest of the people and pulled up next to the large man with the baseball bat whose name escaped Samson at the time. That, or he was just never told the info. While his memory was augmented, he was still human. Either way, Samson felt quite safe sitting next to him as he was built like a tank and, on top of that, he was also a big fan.
Samson would have smiled at the recognition of his great achievements, if Wilson had not shown him who the brains behind the operation was. The man sitting in the chair before Samson was bar none the last man Samson would ever expect to see alive. The one and only Denzel Greeves sat before Samson. An officer through and through, Denzel wasn't the biggest or sexiest of men, but he was a brilliant tactician and a leader of men. Samson's mouth held agape for a good amount of time at the sight before he himself revealed the reason for his survival through the disclosure of HIGHLY classified information.
Saying that he was alive because his blood was basically Med-Gel (an invention that utilized a boosted version of Samson's nanites that would blow themselves out, but could perform miracles) and he was highly augmented, Denzel went on to explain that his purpose here was very similar to Samson's. He wanted to take the government down because of a personal slight against him. Samson quietly whispered, "Damn..." before listening to the rest of the man's statements. He listed the rules, be humane and ethical, the job pays well, and don't be stupid and get yourself killed. Apparently, briefing would happen tomorrow and, at least for the next few hours, Samson and everybody else had a little bit of time to spend as they please. Samson decided not to speak to his fellow war veteran in such a public space. These things were best done over a nice hard drink and a game of pool. Instead, Samson said to Denzel, "Mister Greaves, it's truly an honor to meet somebody whose so decorated, but I am afraid this isn't a good time with all these people around and the like. I would love to talk stories with you over a nice cold one soon. My treat."
Knowing that this might be his last to live like a normal person. Samson thought up an idea. He would help the group bond. The city of Lynnhaven had always had a thriving night life, so he said. "Well, if we've got the time, how's about we all go out to a nice dinner. Get to know each other a bit? I'm buying."
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((Just saying because this is something I'm sure Block missed and correct me if I'm wrong, but Lazarus Protocol requires both Medical Nanites AND Self-Repair to work. I think you only have Medical Nanites. I really hate to be that guy, but I built it as a major part into my character background.
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Samson was honestly surprised by the answers he got from the people who responded to him. The one who Samson had overheard was named Kate responded that she worked for a God. This immediately brought back a strong memory from Samson's past. Specifically of a line that Artyom had said after his first surgery. They had just kept a man with horrible acid burns alive after a chemical bombing during WWIII. This line became one of Artyom's many favorite lines in English. As English wasn't his first language, Artyom had many of these. After his first surgery, Artyom had said, "You know Samson, my friend, after all of that I can't help but think that we're not just doing God's work here. We're working as God's right and left hands here." Those words "God's right and left hands" still rang out in Samson's mind to this day. Especially because Artyom's cyber arm was on his left side while Samson's was on his right. God's left hand had literally killed Artyom all those years ago.
Samson snapped back to reality with Two Dove's response, too distracted to notice her blushing, but able to multitask the words she was saying. She claimed to be a technician, saying was neither good nor bad at her job. Being a major technician himself, Samson smiled as color returned to his face. She then asked what his purposes for being in such a lovely neck of the woods were. It was a fair question. Samson, after all, had never really told anybody in the media about the circumstances surrounding around Artyom's death. Not that he could anyway. The people in the media were working for the megacorporations. It was only because Samson worked so closely with Gencorp that he and Artyom had gotten so famous. The world was run these days by people with agendas and a goal to squeeze every last ounce of power out of the people of the world.
Samson looked Two Doves straight in her deeply piercing eyes and, minding his words with all of the focus he could conjure, politely said, "Well, we'll have to get together in private one of these days and... compare notes. I myself am a engineer as much as I am a doctor. As far as my reasons for being her go. I like to think of it as back in the days before the war, I lived in the land of the free and home of the brave. Now, it's more of the land of the fee and home of the slave." Samson chuckled slightly before sighing deeply and continuing, "A few years ago, God lost his left hand and I lost my only friend to these massive corporations' lust for money and privacy. Nobody else should have to die under my watch... period. I spent my whole life after the war fighting to save lives, but all I ended up doing was placing the wrong people in power with my tech. Now, I have been given a second lease on life and I plan to spend eternity making sure that God's work is not that of any man or company, but that of a humble medic."
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Wheeling behind the group, Samson spent most of the walk observing the people in his brigade one by one. He took full advantage of his ability to focus on multiple things at once and his enhanced processing power to truly survey each and every one of the people that he had been grouped with. After all, if he was to heal and treat these people, he should get to know not-only their capabilities, but their drawbacks. Augmentations can add an edge to the common man, but without maintenance, they are worthless. Luckily, Samson was skilled at that. Suffice it to say, Samson took in every detail he could gather from observing the people in his group. While many of the people in this group were fully obscured (obviously wanting to conceal their identities) some of the people were notably open with their appearance. These were the people Samson focused primarily on.
The first of the bunch to catch Samson's eye was the girl that had codenamed herself Two Doves. She was easily the least visably augmented out of anybody, with the exception of an antennae that stuck out of her jet black hair. However, Samson wasn't sure if this was an augmentation or not as long range communications (the type they used back in Samson's military days to contact the medics) typically held the same apparatus. They were also common in soldier's helmets as they tended to encrypt most communications on the soldier's side, lessening the need for a middle man and strengthening overall communication. Otherwise, the woman looked quite easy on the eyes. She reminded Samson of a former lover he once had. Samson, however, could not quite tell how old she was, possibly due to her race. Her hands were calloused, most likely molded by years of training in combat and intelligence. In fact, her whole facade made her seem like an intelligence specialist, the way she carried herself, her slim, athletic physique, her fingertips being heavier then the rest of her hands. It was probably just a coincidence, though.
Samson, being the young man he once was rolled up beside her as she offered a cigarette to one of the concealed people. It wasn't very hard to do as the lift was quite spacious. The concealed person revealed her name as "Kate". Samson, being the charmer that he used to be when he was younger, decided to say something to learn more about these people standing before him. He said, "If you don't mind the intrusion, I couldn't help but overhearing a bit of your conversation. This whole place is a bit crowded. I'd like to ask what you each do outside of this job? I mean, suffice it to say, while you are quite the looker Two Doves, you don't strike me as the mercenary type like most of the people in this group."
((I edited my app, removing Endocrine Control and adding Youth Nanites as an upgrade to Lazarus Protocol. The effects are as follows:
Youth Nanites: (Requires Lazarus Protocol) Your nanites have been upgraded to repair the body within the nucleus of cells, rendering you totally immune to the aging process. After 2 months, you will appear to be in your early 20s and will not age. On top of this, because your body is being repaired on the cellular level, you are much more resistant to muscular and mental fatigue, scarring and injury, and you have boosted endurance. You are also more resistant to the effects of radiation, disease, and poison, as your cells will be quickly purged of these toxins. Acts as one of many cures for cancer.))
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Samson could not help but laugh at all of the goings on outside the warehouse. Though it may seem weird, Samson was quite enjoying the attention he was receiving from such poor-looking people. It truly showed that his work had reached everybody on Earth, not just the upper class and the powerful. Seeing all these people revere his work caused an immense wave of pride to wash through his mostly-human body. He smiled broadly and accepted each comment as graciously as possible when they came. Though Samson had always been an introvert, he had had some major amounts of training that allowed him to at-least socialize on a human level. He wasn't any expert and didn't have a silver tongue by any means, but he knew just enough on how to deal with fans to get by.
The first man that approached him was one of the two men who had been approaching the group with their guns drawn. Obviously everybody was at least a bit on edge as they were quickly blocked by a man who looked like Jason from the horror movies of Samson's youth. He raised his spiked baseball bat to the armed, but not dangerous, man and threatened him, saying to state his business before approaching "Doctor Samson". Samson sighed and wondered to himself: I wonder if Einstein ever had to deal with people calling him Doctor Albert. Though I wouldn't be surprised if people called Hawking Doctor Steven.
Multitasking his thoughts and his words as well as listening to the goings on around him, Samson spoke to the man in the mask. "I see my reputation precedes me. Though, I'd thought the media had taken to calling me Lazarus after my most famous nanites. It's very nice to meet a fan of my work! Though I wound't say they were MY advancements. I had a lot of help getting to where I am today." Samson smiled broadly after the last sentence. The two began to bicker as more people approached the group. The two of note were a man in a trench coat and a augmented sickly little girl. Samson immediately wondered if he could help her with whatever the problem was. Maybe he could develop some curative nanites to work on diseases in the blood. Though, he would have to redevelop his Youth Nanites to target viruses. That would take some time and effort, though maybe he could get a lab from the ALM.
Meanwhile, Samson responded to the man who introduced himself as Johnathan, a fan of Samson's work. Though, Samson wasn't quite sure how a man who looked like your average junker could know about him, "Thanks for all the support Johnathan! You can call me whatever you'd like. Samson, Dr. Martin, Lazarus, Sam, or whatever you'd like. I assume we'll be working together, so it would be good to know who my patients are."
Samson's train of thought was interrupted by a nearby man screaming to the group to stop the bickering. He introduced himself as Wilson Grey, a high ranking member of the ALM. Samson snickered quietly as he did this. If it was as unsafe as he said, it probably wasn't a good idea to say your rank right off the bat. I mean, people could take you hostage or kill you for the bounty. Though, with how unruly people were right now, it probably wound't be the greatest idea. Samson smiled at Mr. Grey and said, "I'm terribly sorry for the situation involving me. I didn't expect my reputation to reach this far out. I will make sure to take precautions in the future."
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"Good morning Sir, you have a message from an encrypted source. Contained is an audio file with the file name ALM. Would you like me to play it?"
The unmistakably British voice of Samson's AI, Peter, resonated throughout Samson's high-rise apartment. Samson, who had just stepped out of the shower, was busy drying himself off when it came. Samson removed the waterproof sleeve from his robotic arm as he began to speak in a tired, raspy voice. This had been a message he had been waiting for for quite a while now and he was visibly excited by the news. His moistened face lit up, his features enhanced by his youthful muscles. Samson took a brief look in the mirror and noted that his Youth Nanites had really worked well overnight. Quite a few of the smile lines along his face, natures punishment for happiness, had receded and his skin had visibly tightened around his head.
"Please play the message Peter. Also, after that, make sure the breakfast today is higher in protein. I expect I'll be doing a lot more exercise."
The robotic voice chimed in before the message started playing. "Very well, sir. Encrypting now."
A series of beeps played behind a short stint of classical music before a very unfamiliar and heavily distorted voice began to play.
"HELLO SAMSON. I AM A REPRESENTATIVE FROM THE AMERICAN LIBERATION MOVEMENT. WE HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING YOUR EXPLOITS FOR A LONG TIME NOW AND HAVE NOTICED YOUR INTEREST IN US. IF YOU STILL WISH TO JOIN COME TO THE LOCATION SENT TO YOUR AI AT THE SPECIFIED TIME AND MEET WITH OUR REPRESENTATIVE. COME ALONE! OTHERWISE, DO NOT SPEAK TO A SOUL ABOUT THIS MESSAGE. IF YOU A FRACTION AS MUCH ABOUT US AS WE DO ABOUT YOU, YOU WILL NOT BE HAPPY WITH THE CONSEQUENCES."
On that eerie note, the voice cuts out and Peter once again chimes in.
"Would you like me to prepare the car, sir?"
"Yes, Peter, that would be lovely."
After a brief and tasteless breakfast, Samson completed his morning routine and read a book for a few hours. Nothing too special, just some age-old high fantasy trash that had been recommended to him by a friend. He then wheeled over to a ramp out from his kitchen to his garage. With Peter's assistance in the automation of the ramps on the car, Samson climbed into the back and was quickly buckled into his wheelchair. Peter's voice, once again chimed in over the car stereo.
"Sir, the temperature today is nice and warm with only a slight chance of rain. We will be heading into Old Town, a very dangerous part of this city, would you like me to activate Nanite Shielding on the car and tint the windows?"
Samson, who was almost giddy from excitement, a feeling he had not felt in a long time, said, "That would be great Peter. We don't want anything to happen on the way over."
With that, the windows of the car darkened and the exterior of the high-class car darkened with nanites, changing from white to black and thickening slightly. The engine revved up and Samuel could feel the car begin to drive down the straight streets of Upper Lynnhaven and then down the very narrow streets of Old Town. After about an hour and a half drive (the car going slowly to avoid suspicion and limit noise) it lurched into place in front of a dusty old warehouse with a few people out front. Peter's voice chimed in for the last time, coming through a speaker on Samson's wheelchair.
"Are you ready to go, Sir?"
Samson's could hardly contain his excitement, a byproduct of youth, as he said "Yessiree! Let's meet the people!"
With that, the back of the incredibly nice car clicked open and out of it rolled Samson. His white-plated cybernetic arm glinted in the sunlight. His face teemed with excitement to the point where you wouldn't even need augmentations to read his face. Using his multitasking augmentation, Samson focused on making sure his wheelchair was in peak condition while he surveyed the area simultaneously. What he saw was a group of incredibly heavily armed men and women all mulling about in the area. A pair of them seemed to be approaching the group with weapons ready, much to the dismay of the other people in the group. One of them, a woman with distinctive antennae sticking out of her head, seemed to be talking to a pair of men up next to one of the many werehouses. By the way these people were dressed, Samson assumed that these were not the typical Old Town rabble, well at least MOST of them weren't.
Samson grabbed his briefcase from the car, placed it upon a hook at the front of his wheelchair and tapped the back door twice. As he did this,the car closed all doors and sped off back home. Peter would take care of it from here. He looked at the group. So brimming with excitement that he didn't even realize that his reputation was likely to have gotten him noticed FAR before he said a word. He rolled up, passed the group that were approaching with their weapons drawn, keeping his Oracles trained on their movements and up to the group. He waved with his white robotic arm, revealing a green cross wrapped by an Ouroboros on the shoulder. The symbol for the GenCorp Nanomedical Division. He began to speak in a husky voice, starting with the catchphrase he used when near paparazzi, "The doctor is in! Now, are you the one's I'm supposed to meet?"
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I spent it on Cyberarm (right). I thought it would mke sense given that Artyom also had one in his backstory. Would it be possible to say it doesn't shake like a normal arm? I mean, it makes sense for a surgeon.
Also, would it be okay if, because Samson's Youth Nans were just implemented, Samson gets younger in appearance over the course of RP, eventually settlingat a point where he appears to be in his early 20s?