Hmm, not been quite able to post as of late, which I apologize for, but I'll be fine (And work with) whatever is decided to do. Whether its a full reboot, run with the current set up, mass edits, whatever.
Welp, if you need any help with things I guess at least some of us are willing to give our input.I'm going to take a break, think it through, and get a much more planned out and structured one for you guys. This was very spurr of the moment, poorly planned, and done by a bad GM. Frankly, all of you deserve more. If and when I bring it back, I'll let you know. However, until then, I'm going see if staff can delete the other one.
I'm going to take my time building this. I want this to be my Magnum Opus, or something like that. I might have a few other RP's to build my GMing skills, in the mean time. Sorry to waste everyone's time, like this. I hope I see all of you in the reboot.
After that psycho mind shit we all just go home, Mable picks up accounting. Q becomes a used spaceship saleswoman.ALL PERSONNEL REPORT BACK TO THE DAWONS CHRISTIAN!! We are going home.
Stukov goes on to build the next galaxy ending super weapon.ALL PERSONNEL REPORT BACK TO THE DAWONS CHRISTIAN!! We are going home.
Jace goes on an interstellar bar crawl, and after a few bets and drunken brawls/thefts/"pranks", becomes the IMPF's most wanted criminal. He disappears into anonymity for several years, only drawn out by news of Stukov's new super weapon. He gets the crazy bastard too drunk to stand and kills him, and then blows up the doom machine, effectively saving the galaxy from another spacepocalypse. As the IMPF arrives, Jace is already gone, once again returning to a quiet life, hidden among the stars with his amassed fortune.
Jason "Jace" Adamant, the most infamous Scrapyard Dog of his time, passes 65 years after his time aboard the Dawson's Christian at the age of 93, sending a signal containing an encoded coordinate set of the location of his fortune for another Scrapyard Dog to find. Among the riches are 308 billion standard monetary units, a log of his life, his prized Jackal starfighter, and an old recording of the ancient Terran song Hound Dog by Elvis Presley.
All the feels are now yours.
If this ever gets booted up again, someone tell me asap. Or hell, if anyone wants to do a 1x1 RP or something with our characters in the mean time, feel free.