Post by eloos on Jun 7, 2015 20:09:38 GMT -4
idk if signups go here or not sooo move it if u need to
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PROOF I MADE ORIGINAL www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=162282262
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"So this is what it's come to? After all I've done for you, you've come to kill me? After the endless supplies, the endless funds, the endless agents, you come with the intentions of ending my life?" The man whispered, a twinkle of fear in his eyes as you hold a revolver in your hands; a weapon that hasn't been properly used in forty years, but you felt it was proper seeing as it was his own weapon.
"I'm not going down without a fight. My agents are loyal, they'd never betray me. All I need to do is call, and they'll come running to help me eliminate you rather than it being the other way round." You smirked as he hit a button on the desk and shouted "CODE RED, CODE RED, ROGUE AGENT." He smiled and looked at you. "So are you going to shoot me before my agents get to you?" Seconds after this phrase, he dropped to the ground, unable to move.
"You're dead, Booker. You act like you're the reason we're still alive. But you're the reason we're still suffering." The man codenamed Alien said as he held a standard issue assault rifle to Booker's head. "We're not as loyal to you as we thought. We're loyal to him. The one who saved us from our own destruction." Boom. A flash of light and the shaky breaths of shock were silenced. Alien grabbed a communication device from his pocket, and a hologram of a woman appeared. "Bookers dead. Initiate the rest of the plan." He said. The woman nodded, and pushed a buttons on a console behind her. All across Washington, buildings of government significance exploded in a blazing glory, and many voices were silenced.
Alien, however, had no time to react as a man clad in armor resistant to many bullets walked in, holding another man by the throat. He looked to be gripping so hard that the victim would die in seconds. "We've got you surrounded. Booker knew you'd come for him. He was prepared. He may be dead...but then again, so are you." The man said, before throwing the man across the room, grabbing a large gun off of his back, and unloading a storm of bullets. You only just barely managed to get behind the desk. Alien and the man thrown across the room were not so lucky. You heard their bodies hit the ground and the gun stop churning out bullets. From outside the room you heard loud voices and gunshots.
"Come out. The Corporations gone. We're not letting you rebuild it." He said. You hit a button on the mechanical armor on your arm and stood up, revealing your body over the table. An electrical surge came out, and due to the mechanical components in the man's armor he screamed in agony, falling to his knees and slowly dying. With he stop of his breathing, you ran outside the room, and into the hangar, boarding a ship and flying out to the outside world.
-Two Days Later-
You lay in a bed, clutching your arm. You didn't quite realize the skills required to go through that. As you laid, a sound came from the desk on your side. Turning your head, it held the logo of the Corporation you had founded based off of the structure of Booker's. A login screen. You were finally being contacted.
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You lead a corporation - whatever it may make. Food, cars, whatever. However, underneath this mask of general every day jobs, you also have an employ of operatives, ready to work for you, whatever you want done - steal from the government, sabotage the competition - everything. This is situated in a messed up future, however, so your competition have agents of their own. They defend, attack, everything you do, but better or worse depending on the corporation's success. Prior to this, you were an agent under the employ of a man named Booker, who is obviously now dead.
You are allowed to do what you want with your agents - you can let them do their own thing, or take personal control and order them, from going to some place or shooting an opposing operative. If yuo take the second choice, you can take any approach to a mission you want, whether it be openly assaulting the corporations head quarters or stealthily destroying it from the inside.
Name:
Age:
Alias:
Gender:
Physical Scan:
Short Biography:
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PROOF I MADE ORIGINAL www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=162282262
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"So this is what it's come to? After all I've done for you, you've come to kill me? After the endless supplies, the endless funds, the endless agents, you come with the intentions of ending my life?" The man whispered, a twinkle of fear in his eyes as you hold a revolver in your hands; a weapon that hasn't been properly used in forty years, but you felt it was proper seeing as it was his own weapon.
"I'm not going down without a fight. My agents are loyal, they'd never betray me. All I need to do is call, and they'll come running to help me eliminate you rather than it being the other way round." You smirked as he hit a button on the desk and shouted "CODE RED, CODE RED, ROGUE AGENT." He smiled and looked at you. "So are you going to shoot me before my agents get to you?" Seconds after this phrase, he dropped to the ground, unable to move.
"You're dead, Booker. You act like you're the reason we're still alive. But you're the reason we're still suffering." The man codenamed Alien said as he held a standard issue assault rifle to Booker's head. "We're not as loyal to you as we thought. We're loyal to him. The one who saved us from our own destruction." Boom. A flash of light and the shaky breaths of shock were silenced. Alien grabbed a communication device from his pocket, and a hologram of a woman appeared. "Bookers dead. Initiate the rest of the plan." He said. The woman nodded, and pushed a buttons on a console behind her. All across Washington, buildings of government significance exploded in a blazing glory, and many voices were silenced.
Alien, however, had no time to react as a man clad in armor resistant to many bullets walked in, holding another man by the throat. He looked to be gripping so hard that the victim would die in seconds. "We've got you surrounded. Booker knew you'd come for him. He was prepared. He may be dead...but then again, so are you." The man said, before throwing the man across the room, grabbing a large gun off of his back, and unloading a storm of bullets. You only just barely managed to get behind the desk. Alien and the man thrown across the room were not so lucky. You heard their bodies hit the ground and the gun stop churning out bullets. From outside the room you heard loud voices and gunshots.
"Come out. The Corporations gone. We're not letting you rebuild it." He said. You hit a button on the mechanical armor on your arm and stood up, revealing your body over the table. An electrical surge came out, and due to the mechanical components in the man's armor he screamed in agony, falling to his knees and slowly dying. With he stop of his breathing, you ran outside the room, and into the hangar, boarding a ship and flying out to the outside world.
-Two Days Later-
You lay in a bed, clutching your arm. You didn't quite realize the skills required to go through that. As you laid, a sound came from the desk on your side. Turning your head, it held the logo of the Corporation you had founded based off of the structure of Booker's. A login screen. You were finally being contacted.
-
You lead a corporation - whatever it may make. Food, cars, whatever. However, underneath this mask of general every day jobs, you also have an employ of operatives, ready to work for you, whatever you want done - steal from the government, sabotage the competition - everything. This is situated in a messed up future, however, so your competition have agents of their own. They defend, attack, everything you do, but better or worse depending on the corporation's success. Prior to this, you were an agent under the employ of a man named Booker, who is obviously now dead.
You are allowed to do what you want with your agents - you can let them do their own thing, or take personal control and order them, from going to some place or shooting an opposing operative. If yuo take the second choice, you can take any approach to a mission you want, whether it be openly assaulting the corporations head quarters or stealthily destroying it from the inside.
Name:
Age:
Alias:
Gender:
Physical Scan:
Short Biography:
