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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jul 21, 2017 4:29:05 GMT -4
An Adventure Game.
This one is set in an odd place in an odd time.
Suffer Well.
![]()  Classes: *The old ways* -Swordbearer: Wield the sword -Zealot: Praise the dark ones -Heretic: Praise the light ones -Voodoo Man: Enact the dark arts/Revive chickens -Buffthudclunt: Meat/Kill/Goblet -Gopnik: Privyet/Cheeki Breeki/Cyka *The new ways* -Gangbanger: Rep yo hood -Casketus: Link into the spirit realm -Pchelodvi: Wield the arcane wasps -Mystery Grab: Its a mystery -Claycraft: Cast the magic clay Locale: -Techne, The Graceful Port -Hafringna, The Largest City -Hell's Seal, The Old City -Nepsis Prime, The Capital City -The Forest of Truths -Mystery Grab - EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECORPSESSSSSSSDossier: Identity: Gender: Physical Appearance: Class: Locale: Pocket Contents: Blood Type: Dominant Hand: Favorite Food: Favorite Airport in China: Picture: |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2017 4:57:36 GMT -4
Identity: Yul-Narin Ganbaatar Nayantai
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Yul is a tall, well defined man with a large build. His chin is well chiseled, and his skin is pale and gruff, with the makings of a scruffy beard forming. His eyes are brown in coloring, with the left eye being a lazy eye. His hair is long, black, and ill-maintained, but mostly covered by a grey Ushanka he wears. He dresses in a dark brown coat, with a grey fur scarf wrapped around him. His slacks are dirty and black in coloring, while his boots are brown and caked with mud and grime. The manner in which he carries himself screams of northern heathens.
Class: Voodoo Man
Locale: Techne
Pocket Contents: Pocket change, lint, beads, and a few cursed trinkets, such as a rusty nail and a red ring.
Blood Type: A-
Dominant Hand: Right
Favorite Food: Meat
Favorite Airport in China:Shenzhen Bao'an International Airport
Picture: Picture?
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Jul 21, 2017 15:19:09 GMT -4
Identity: Tom Abbott (Former Gentleman, Opium Addict, and Spirit-Traveler)
Gender: Man
Physical Appearance: Droopy-eyed and thin, with a shock of messy brown hair. Wears a set of antique gentleman’s clothes, with the occasional extra pocket sewn on.
Class: Casketus
Locale: Techne
Pocket Contents: A small opium lamp and pipe, a square “bowl”, and a few vials of a black tar-like substance that looks suspiciously like opium. In addition, a pair of spectacles antique Chinese in frame and kaleidoscopic in lens are at the very bottom of this mess. He carries also a Jian in a scabbard at his hip.
Blood Type: O+
Dominant Hand: Right
Favorite Food: I have tasted the finest soma and lotus fruit in the afterlife-realms. Nothing in meatspace compares.
Favorite Airport in China: Guangzhou Baiyun International Airport
Picture: You can see him better in your mind’s eye
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jul 21, 2017 16:11:50 GMT -4
Yul-Narin Ganbaatar Nayantai, Voodoo Man.
Techne Dock 4A
You arrive at Techne, a small row of shorefront buildings come into your vision, along with a homeless man playing the bongos poorly, there's also a public information terminal, a dockworker, and some cunt gutting fish. You carry your voodoo stick, eighteen simcra, and your pocket contents.
The stores are a small bar, a small store, and a gambling place.
Tom Abbott
Techne Dock 4B
Earthen Realm (Nepsis)
You arrive at Techne, a small row of shorefront buildings come into your vision, along with a homeless man playing the bongos poorly, there's also a public information terminal, and some cunt gutting fish. You carry your well-worn Hesychasm, thirty simcra, and your pocket contents.
The stores are a small bar, a small store, and a gambling place.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2017 16:49:46 GMT -4
"Hey, bongo man!" Shouts Yul
"Play bongos better!" He demands
Yul approaches the homeless man, his large figure casting an intimidating shadow over the bongo player.
"Play good and I give you coin."
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Jul 21, 2017 16:58:25 GMT -4
My business here won't be expedited by the public information terminal, no doubt. Maybe it will have a map or two that will tell me where I can find a moderately-good bed that I can collapse on. Perhaps a good Szechuan place, too. Worth checking out regardless, before I dive headfirst into the underbelly of Techne.
I smile as I approach the terminal. Look out "Beast King", here I come!
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Jul 22, 2017 16:10:24 GMT -4
Identity: Alessandro Stracqualursi Gender: Male Physical Appearance: Alessandro is a man of average height and average build, not too muscular, not too thin; he stands at around 1.74 meters tall and weighs no more than 75 kilograms. His dark brown hair is of short length, usually just combed to the side, nothing too flamboyant unlike some of his more, uh, 'unique' associates. His eyes are dark brown, somewhat worn looking, not too deep. They suit his straight, thick eyebrows. His skintone could best be described as a pale mediterranean, a light tan if you will. Though he's usually clean shaven, he can sometimes be seen sporting a three or four day stubble. His usual apparel consists of a dark green parka adorned with patches (Italian Air Force roundel and other typical mod-themed patches), along with a brown scarf wrapped around his neck, underneath which he wears a charcoal tailoured suit, British style, with black, polished loafers on his feet. Locale: Hafringna Pocket Contents: Wallet with change, a screwdriver, and a mixtape. Blood Type: AB+ Dominant Hand: Right Favorite Food: Meat lasagna. Favorite Airport in China: Manzhouli Xijiao Airport Picture: Picture from the Hafringna Morning Post, fourth from the left. |
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jul 22, 2017 16:15:29 GMT -4
Yul-Narin Ganbaatar Nayantai, Voodoo Man.
Techne Dock 4A
He begins to improve on his bongo-work, the thought of money edging him on.
"You pay now." He croaks.
Tom Abbott
Techne Dock 4B
Earthen Realm (Nepsis)
You find a map of the local area, including a posh bar, restaurant, brothel and meth refinery. An overheard aircraft explodes. Several people on the ground start clapping. A fuselage lands itself directly beside you.
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jul 22, 2017 16:31:12 GMT -4
Alessandro Stracqualursi
Hafringna
Your Home
A wonderful morning. You awaken on the couch, the clock screaming that it is 12:25. Your cat, Fritzau, is purring into an overflowing bowl of kibble. The tv is set to a dead channel. The doors leading into the back room, the bathroom, and outside are wooden and safe. Morning. Your personal belongings are on you, along with your Saturday Night Special and 150 simcra. There's also a half eaten Mister Mungo meat and cherry pie on your stomach.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2017 17:00:24 GMT -4
Satisfied with the homeless man's improvement, Yul drops four coins at his feet.
"I Thank you, bongo goblin."
Yul walks off towards the bar
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Jul 22, 2017 17:28:09 GMT -4
Tom Abbott
Techne Dock 4B
Earthen Realm (Nepsis)
You find a map of the local area, including a posh bar, restaurant, brothel and meth refinery. An overheard aircraft explodes. Several people on the ground start clapping. A fuselage lands itself directly beside you. I curse and run into the shelter of the bar. Once my head is safely under a roof, I'll look at the sky through a window to peek at what's going on. |
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jul 22, 2017 21:12:24 GMT -4
Tom Abbott
Techne
Spotted Pinto Bean Bar, Grille, And Shit
Earthen Realm (Nepsis)
Just standard cataclysm stuff, screaming, burning planes, distant bongos. The bartender welcomes you, asking if you'd require a beverage or maybe a sweet treat.
Yul-Narin Ganbaatar Nayantai, Voodoo Man.
Techne Dock 4A
He grins as some fucking airplane explodes overhead. Some nerd screams and runs into a bar.
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Jul 23, 2017 13:20:45 GMT -4
Alessandro Stracqualursi
Hafringna
Your Home
A wonderful morning. You awaken on the couch, the clock screaming that it is 12:25. Your cat, Fritzau, is purring into an overflowing bowl of kibble. The tv is set to a dead channel. The doors leading into the back room, the bathroom, and outside are wooden and safe. Morning. Your personal belongings are on you, along with your Saturday Night Special and 150 simcra. There's also a half eaten Mister Mungo meat and cherry pie on your stomach. "Mattina, Fritzau..." Alessandro groggily opened his eyes, remaining in his slouched and comfy position, staring at the dead television for a bit before yawning and reaching for the remote. There had to be something to listen to while he did his normal morning routine of stumbling to the kitchen in the most wobbly of fashions. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 16:13:11 GMT -4
Yul enters the bar, and scans what is contained within
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jul 23, 2017 18:55:55 GMT -4
Alessandro Stracqualursi
Hafringna
Your Home
You come across a traditional religious program, its original name long lost to the annals of time.
It has some meaning to the religious hierarchy, probably.
The kitchen is in the usual state it's in: disrepair and disuse. The only two used objects being the bar and the microwave, both of which are free of the dust coating the rest of the kitchen.
Yul-Narin Ganbaatar Nayantai, Voodoo Man.
Spotted Pinto Bean Bar, Grille, And Shit
Inside of the bar is some suave looking jackass, a bartender with a set of cocked eyebrows, some moon looking bastard, and a swanky fucking jukebox.
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Post by Beo on Jul 23, 2017 20:26:12 GMT -4
Identity: Robert 'Wasper' Lee
Gender: In theory, male
Physical Appearance: Contrary to popular belief, Wasper is not actually a wasp. He is a thin man of small frame, with hollow, sunken eyes and a buzz cut. His stubble seems to be in a permanent phase of five o'clock shadow. He bears several scars over his face and body from his time on the streets.
Class: Pchelodvi
Locale: Nepsis Prime
Pocket Contents: Wasps (mostly dead, some alive), sand, spare change
Blood Type: W+
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous
Favorite Food: Sushi
Favorite Airport in China: Nanjing Lukou International Airport
Picture: Wasp?
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Jul 23, 2017 21:39:43 GMT -4
Just standard cataclysm stuff, screaming, burning planes, distant bongos. The bartender welcomes you, asking if you'd require a beverage or maybe a sweet treat.
Smoothing my ratty suit out, I approach the bar and attempt to keep my composure intact. I lean on the counter, order a mint julep, and turn a grimy photograph over and over in my palm while sipping on my drink. I stare at the photograph from all angles. The brown-eyed noble's child depicted in it shows nothing of the Beast he grew into.
At last, after a few minutes of this introspection, I show the bartender the photo. "Have you seen this child? He's grown quite a bit since then, but do you know where I might find him?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2017 22:09:51 GMT -4
Yul approaches the bar, and hails the barkeep
"Keeper, what drinks do you have?"
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jul 23, 2017 22:29:21 GMT -4
Tom Abbott
Techne
Spotted Pinto Bean Bar, Grille, And Shit
Earthen Realm (Nepsis)
The man shrugs. "All newcomers look alike. It's not hard to forget one guy who came in three years ago to get punched to half death between the pinball machines. Sorry, man." He admits, leaning over the bar. "Y'here for detective work, or something?"
Yul-Narin Ganbaatar Nayantai, Voodoo Man.
Spotted Pinto Bean Bar, Grille, And Shit
The bartender flashes a welcoming grin at you. "Any and all! You got something exotic on mind? We probably have it. We got lots of everything, man."
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Jul 23, 2017 22:50:29 GMT -4
Tom Abbott
Techne
Spotted Pinto Bean Bar, Grille, And Shit
Earthen Realm (Nepsis)
The man shrugs. "All newcomers look alike. It's not hard to forget one guy who came in three years ago to get punched to half death between the pinball machines. Sorry, man." He admits, leaning over the bar. "Y'here for detective work, or something?" I nod. "Of a sort." I sip contemplatively on the mint julep, draining the last of the glass. Looking at the photograph, I say "Know a good voodoo-man? They sic spirit-hounds on people and things of that nature, correct?" |
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jul 24, 2017 2:18:25 GMT -4
Tom Abbott
Techne
Spotted Pinto Bean Bar, Grille, And Shit
Earthen Realm (Nepsis)
"I'd talk to Emojus, he's in a hut outside of town. The man knows his shit. Not too spiritual myself, but he helped me find my wallet, once." He claims.
The drink stiffens your wit, giving you a pulse of heightened strength.
You are now bourbon-buzzed.
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Jul 24, 2017 13:50:54 GMT -4
Tom Abbott
Techne
Spotted Pinto Bean Bar, Grille, And Shit
Earthen Realm (Nepsis)"I'd talk to Emojus, he's in a hut outside of town. The man knows his shit. Not too spiritual myself, but he helped me find my wallet, once." He claims. The drink stiffens your wit, giving you a pulse of heightened strength.
You are now bourbon-buzzed. "How much do I owe you?" I start counting out some simcra while looking at the guy next to me at the bar out of the corner of my eye. A ushanka with that accent? It would seem we have a northern barbarian in our midst. A brief shudder passes through my spine. Could I be standing next to one of Neo-Chingghis Khan MKIII's clones? Stranger things have happened. I face the bartender with the thought of payment at the forefront of my mind, all the while the mechanical death-steeds of vanquished Neo-Mongolia hung uneasily in the back-thoughts... |
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Post by God Bebi Satan on Jul 24, 2017 15:10:30 GMT -4
Tom Abbott
Techne
Spotted Pinto Bean Bar, Grille, And Shit
Earthen Realm (Nepsis)
"Two simcra for the drink, friend. Work well on your journey." He says, placing a forty ounce malt liquor into a paper bag, handing it over to you. "For the road."
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Post by hygenisthygenist on Jul 24, 2017 15:53:08 GMT -4
"Thanks." I plop down a five-Simcra coin and wink. "Keep the change." I grab the 40 ounce, tip my hat, and begin the long trek to the Emojus' hut in the city's outer limits.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2017 16:14:59 GMT -4
"Just something to quench thirst." Replies Yul.
"Besides drink, do you know any townsmen in need of work done?"
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