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MrBriWolf
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Hello everyone! I am VERY new to these forums yet I want to share an idea or two for an RP that will be based off of one of my novels. Think of this like bringing the Lovecraftian Mythos into one big arena (ala Haiyore Nyaroku-san) BUT this won't involve demons or monsters... Or chibis. It'll involve the mother frakin apocalypse! Kinda!
Here's the BASIC rundown:
1. I'd prefer to have one MAAYBE two people in this project with me.
2. The aim of this project is that we will RP a caravan, buying and trading.
3. I'd hope to have a bit of violence in the RP seeing how we're gonna be fighting for our lives for our cargo with bandits >:D
4. NONE of our characters are Chuck Norris- or anything close to him. Just Hoomanz
5. What there are and arent:
Are-
Flintlock Firearms
Basic Modern Guns, though rare and hard to come by
Lots of whiskey, so if any of your characters is a drunk (S)he will have a blast!
Radio Shows
Aren't:
Electrical Grids- What we'll see is minor electrical generation, rationing of power, etc
Utopia's
Millions upon millions of Zambies
Millions of Bullets
Millions of ounces of blood in our bodies
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I prefer to have this be a very realistic roleplay, in that when we DO get into combat, you keep track of how many bullets you have, how many bullets you've taken, and RP accordingly. Our characters aren't gods.
The main aim of our caravan is survival, and then profit, though we do want to make money. The circumstances that brought us together are as follows:
Florian Blackwater, a man of 20 years standing in the midst of a smoke-filled market with bellows from an old factory filling the air, walked through the crowd with ease. He knew almost every merchant in the area due to his family connections to the city of Rivets, a now-thriving industrial center east of Washington D.C. The city of Washington, now cordoned off by the remnants of the US Government, is now in lockdown. No one can get in, and no information gets out. Rivet is located just 200 miles east, and has a railway running through it. Fifteen years ago electricity all over the world stopped flowing from generators. Chaos ensued for the next ten- somewhere, there was a war. Now, fifteen years later Florian was to meet with a woman (or man) who said she would help him in his business venture. The two had met at a bar three nights ago, and were looking to get out of the city, Florian, who was not a native, needed money for a carriage and horse. Money didn't flow easy, the two would have to get their hands dirty before setting off.
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So yes before we even set off on our journey we'll be roughing people up in Rivet. Sound interested? :D
Here's the BASIC rundown:
1. I'd prefer to have one MAAYBE two people in this project with me.
2. The aim of this project is that we will RP a caravan, buying and trading.
3. I'd hope to have a bit of violence in the RP seeing how we're gonna be fighting for our lives for our cargo with bandits >:D
4. NONE of our characters are Chuck Norris- or anything close to him. Just Hoomanz
5. What there are and arent:
Are-
Flintlock Firearms
Basic Modern Guns, though rare and hard to come by
Lots of whiskey, so if any of your characters is a drunk (S)he will have a blast!
Radio Shows
Aren't:
Electrical Grids- What we'll see is minor electrical generation, rationing of power, etc
Utopia's
Millions upon millions of Zambies
Millions of Bullets
Millions of ounces of blood in our bodies
------
I prefer to have this be a very realistic roleplay, in that when we DO get into combat, you keep track of how many bullets you have, how many bullets you've taken, and RP accordingly. Our characters aren't gods.
The main aim of our caravan is survival, and then profit, though we do want to make money. The circumstances that brought us together are as follows:
Florian Blackwater, a man of 20 years standing in the midst of a smoke-filled market with bellows from an old factory filling the air, walked through the crowd with ease. He knew almost every merchant in the area due to his family connections to the city of Rivets, a now-thriving industrial center east of Washington D.C. The city of Washington, now cordoned off by the remnants of the US Government, is now in lockdown. No one can get in, and no information gets out. Rivet is located just 200 miles east, and has a railway running through it. Fifteen years ago electricity all over the world stopped flowing from generators. Chaos ensued for the next ten- somewhere, there was a war. Now, fifteen years later Florian was to meet with a woman (or man) who said she would help him in his business venture. The two had met at a bar three nights ago, and were looking to get out of the city, Florian, who was not a native, needed money for a carriage and horse. Money didn't flow easy, the two would have to get their hands dirty before setting off.
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So yes before we even set off on our journey we'll be roughing people up in Rivet. Sound interested? :D