Submissive Aftermath

[bloodmeta]

Alright, so, you may just be wondering, "What the hell is this for? What type of RP is this?"

Well, this is supposed to explain the aftermath of this place, like, if the TD was real. No, not the, "GET HAPPEH, CELEBRATE" type of endings. I mean things got shitastic, every single thing you held dear went to fucking hell.

The Tails Doll's taken over the world, we've now abandoned the TDRL because, somehow, Jiggly got the authority of many others to screw us the hell up. Everything, as you know it, is a barren wasteland. Everyone's gone lone wolf. Only a few have gotten into any amount of groups. Yeah, that type of stuff. Suck's, huh?

Alright, so, before we begin, I'll be giving out these little rules. Nobodies too important, yet nobodies too left out.

1. I'll be giving out what's going to happen. DON'T think that Tail's Doll comes out of nowhere, and you kill him, instead, I'll be your eyes and ears, explaining what is being heard and seen.

2. Here's one important factor. Try to find teams as fast as possible. As much as you hate it, every single one of you have a bigass bounty on your head. You need teamwork to survive, because once you get cornered without someone to help you, you're fucked, unless you've got a badass arsenal at your hand, or a good plan. Trust me, I will be a douche at some times. Just because I'm your friend, doesn't mean you get special benefits.

3. They're these things called havens. Trust me, they're heaven to you guys. Why? Because they're heavily defended, and they have an awesome supply of food and awesome arsenal that you can defeat slaves with. Of course, being a wastelander (FALLOUT LOL) You can only stay there for a few weeks. So, get as much as you can.

4. Don't godmod. That's pretty simple.

5. Remember, get some character development. Know those people you don't like? Well, you can either still be a douche to them (IMO: "This was all your fault, -name here-!") Or, you could have a change of heart. Don't start any flame wars, just keep with the arguments about back then, just don't get too carried away.

6. Also, remember that you're character has changed. Know that this is set in the future, so try and place a character sheet saying how your physical appearance has changed. Just list your appearance, nothing else.

Alright, now, you'll be using YOURSELF (IMO: Bloodmeta) as the character.

Now, here's the character sheet.

Name:
Age:
Personality: (list differences if you can)
Bio: (List what you did in the past. Like Chaosky making time travel experiments, that went wrong. All that stuff. If you can't think of one, then don't fret, I'll try to make one to your liking)
Appearance:(Pretty self explanatory)
Group: (THIS IS FUCKING IMPORTANT, list what characters you'll be by, as a group. If you don't have one, then just list 'None')
Weapons:(Yeah, you'll probably get it.)

We need to get our character sheets in before we can start. Trust me, this'll help out greatly.

We'll start up whenever everybody has gotten everything set up.

ALSO, if your bio involves another character, like majorly, then ask him if his is going to match up.

Alright, let's get these character sheets in.

[Ness]

Name : Ness

Age : 13

Personality : Suspicious about everything around him. Only Is Nice To Those he trusts.

Bio : Was A Cheerful Person, And A Douche In The Past, And Had Many Friends, But ever since TD Took Over the world, He Would Go Train in a Junkyard

Appearances : He Will Gather Up Metal Parts In the junkyard, And Would Wear Them, Making Him Look Like a Metal Version Of Ness. He Will also Often Deceive People into thinking that he is a robot.

Group : None?

Weapons : Fists, His Piercing Metal Scraps, and he uses whats around him if he runs out of Items to fight with.

Thar you Go. ( Wow This Took A Llong Time To Do. xD; )

[Luna]

Name: Luna, but calls herself "Reiki".

Age: 14

Personality: Extremely paranoid and shy, it is hard to make contact with her. However, she dearly loves people she knows. The little girl has also a bit murderous habits towards strangers. Thus she tries to stay away from people.

Bio: Luna has always had an interest towards paranormal things, and once finding about the Tails Doll, she started a bit of "research". Without anything found, she eventually gave up. As "it" happened, she had lost everything she loved once. Family, friends... Those painful memories of that...
They still continue to haunt her...
They drove her insane...

After a few days from the day her family was killed, she went to see the remains of her neighbor's house, and found her trusty knife... That had to be the best day ever... Soon after that, she was attacked by someone, with something red... Panicking, she tried to run away, succeding.

"Ah, screw what I said before..."

Every night... That same scream... Those same faces... Everything was same every dream. And they all ended in tears... All that drove her into insanity...

"We live to die..." She always laughed to herself.

She became a double-edged sword, afraid to hurt someone... Ready to kill anyone.

Appearance:

A young girl with blonde hair, who wears a blue long-sleeved, a bit ripped shirt over a black t-shirt. Also wears black, a bit loose pants.

Group: None...

Weapons: A knife and pretty much nearly anything she can find.

Edit: Added image, fixed typo.
Edit 2: Wrong image <.<

[Pyro]

Finally, an RP with some actual taste to it.
Name: Pyro
Age: 15-17? (Depends how far into the future, as 2 years would make him 17...)
Personality: Pyro abandoned all useless emotions. Only technical thinking and paranoia. To some, he may appear as a cold, amoral, loner.
Bio: Not much of a person who did anything. He always opposed the Tails Doll by trying to make explanations to make other possibilities. Even today, despite the Tail's Doll's presence, Pyro doesn't acknowledge his existence.
Appearance:
His basic look: i158.photobucket.com/albums/t113/pyroyoshi/pyro123.png
Blond hair, grey eyes, grey cloak, brown jacket, brown pants, and a grey hat. He wears a long jacket, and also a tattered cloak. The cloak and jacket are implanted with many materials that act like armor, so at close range, Pyro can at least take a knife without getting hurt. He wears an old wizard hat. His clothes give him a resistance to the elements (rain, snow, wind, etc...) but it is also fireproof.
Group: He abandoned all relations once he knew shit hit the fan.
Weapons: A sword (With fire properties, if possible) and several weapons hidden inside his cloak. Anything he was able to scavenge, really. Small knives, shrapnel, and a few small guns. He collects almost anything useful inside his cloak.

[hydroxianchaos]

Meh, I guess I'll join. I'll be less noobish as well. I guess I'll tag along.

Name: Hydrox (I'm keeping it short.)
Age: If only a small amount of time has past, 14.
Personality: When his family perished, he has gained a "Wily Wonka" attitude. In other words, if something terrible happens to someone, like say, being burned alive, he will sort of shrug it off, unless it is someone he is quite friendly too. To the common eye, he looks insane, cold, and above all, calculating, but is truly a calm, collected, and mature person at heart. Also, now with more time on his hands, he actually trained and even gained a high intelligence quotent, somewhere close to supirior intelligence, but still has his moments. Also still likes electricity, but does not show his liking for it as much as before.
Bio: Went home one morning to see Tails Doll minions devouring his own family members, and quickly ran away. Formerly, he just sort of relaxed, cracked a lot of terrible jokes, and had a few moments. He also had a digital assistant, but is now not on any electronic device he could find. Has already stopes mourning about his losses and is in a scary way relaxed, and almost in comfort. He has, however, began to lose all signs of sanity or human behaviour.
Apperance: Green turtle neck, a red vest, black jeans, sneakers, and cracked glasses, all quite worn out. He has learned the art of bushido, and can handle quite much, so he wears ordinary everyday clothing. Recived a tazer from from a dying police officer, and also uses an old Swiss army knife. Is also a little handy with scraps, so he can use much of what is lying around. Has some knowledge with circuts and such, but can't make anything mechanical from scratch.
Groups: None, unless someone puts me in their profile, then I'll edit this post.

[G-Virus]

Name: G-Virus
Age: 13
Personality: After mostly everything went downhill, G has become sort of an Anti-social. G has also become even more vicious than before and attacks anyone who comes near him unexpectedly. While he still may be frieny and open to those he once knew, he is still suspicious of everything that has life in it.
Bio: In the past, he usually hung with the TDRL/TRL members. Mainly he'd be the other killer of the group when on missions. Also did martial arts and did some science research on things.
Appearance: Appearance has changed horribly from a bipedal like creature to now of a more dog like monster after getting hit by a truck.
Group: None.
Weapons: Teeth and claws.

[bloodmeta]

Alright, as I'm seeing, you've people got the aftermath wasteland thing going on. Good thing. Now, for old Bludmeter

Name:Bloodmeta
Age: N/A

Personality: Unlike when things weren't so bad, Bloodmeta went from a nice guy, to a cocky person who happens to hate every member of The Research Lab, believing that his transformation was all their faults.

Bio: A little bit before everything went to shit, he was a fairly good assistant to Professor Chaosky, knowing a lot about what his experiments were about. One day, he made a time travel experiment, which Bloodmeta was fairly invited to. Though, as he was starting up, Jiggly's minions came and executed him, which was the start of the invasion. Doing this, they also shot Bloodmeta when the time travel experiment started. While the failed time travel experiment started, it messed up his DNA, mixing it with many others, ultimately altering his appearance into a horrifying, horrendous mess. When he came to, he noticed that somebody had fixed him, leaving a note behind...

"Just do what comes natural" It said.

As he walked out, he noticed the apocalyptic mess the world had turned into. And suddenly, he felt hatred for all those members.

All of them.

Appearance:Wears a cowboys hat to persevere his brain, as well as a coat and a black jumpsuit with many weapons to reconnect his muscles and bones. He also wears a cloth wrapped around his neck for a breathing tube, which almost looks like a bandanna. His arms, which were severely injured, were instead replaced by metallic gloves that are magnetically connected to his body.

Group: None

Weapons: An energy sword, as well as a grappling hook inside his glove. He also has two pistols as well as a P90 with a Red Dot Sight attached onto it on his back.

Alright, the deadline for characters are June 10th, if you don't enter a character, you will be pronounced K.I.A (Killed in Action), and will not have a part in this RP. Simply put, you were executed by Jiggly and her minions. Or Tails Doll and his minions. Either which, you won't be able to join unless you pronounce your character at this point, or in between June 6th-10th.

For the rest of you guys, you just need to wait until June 10th until we get this party started. Until then, do whatever you do.

Or we could do this right now, if you guys want to.

[bloodmeta]

Alright, change of plans guys. The RP's gonna be happening today. Yeah, yeah, I know, not that much of a change, whatever. I'm going over to my Dad's, and it's gonna be a hell of a ride to Arkansas, now isn't it?

Look, once I get there, I'll edit this message (If I can't, then it'll be tomorrow) and start the RP up.

EDIT: Alright, guys, it's gonna be tomorrow (AKA Today LOL). Turns out my Dad fixed up this connection and stuff. So we'll still be dong this RP.

[hydroxianchaos]

Aw shit, that means Chaosky is dead. Unless he comes in at the last minute. To think, he got killed by TD minions...rofl.

[bloodmeta]

Alright, the RP has started off, here are all your summaries to get by in this RP. Also, get in teams, your just torturing me to having to type too much. AND THAT'S NEO GEWD!

Also, here's a cool factor. You can actually start your own settlement, if you'd like to. But, you have to be in a type of area that Ness is in, as well as that it has to start small. It also means that you need to grab some small weapon from your weaponry, which wouldn't last that long. But, once you build it, you can stay in it, but remember, even you need to leave, as staying there would be boring, and against the rules. So, here are the settlements you can build

Supplyment and Weaponry (AKA Mesau Shoutius Maxius Ammoju): This type of settlement comes with the fullest protection that you could ever find, but, the problem being that it has little food or water. This settlement comes with turrets and self-built guards that protect the base like a mother would to her baby. Estimated Building Time: 30 Days

Refreshments and Supplyment (AKA Foodius Watergus Ammo Gunkla) The basic Base. It has meduim protection, and meduim supplyment, being only supplied with protection is self-built robots and guards, as well as low level turrets that barely do any damage, but, still, slow many down. But, be warned. This is the most commonly destroyed settlement in this barren Wasteland, so be causious. Estimated Building Time: 20 Days

Supplyment/ Weaponry/ Refreshments (only one): The lesser known settlements, by being the worstly built in, has not very much of...Well, anything. It doesnn't have the protection benefits that others have, niether does it have the food supply or water supply to go for. All in all, this is a newbies base. Estimated Building Time: 10 Days

Now, you can build your base into a better base, which takes off about ten of the days. Also, the more members you have, the better. And yes, you have to post of what your doing (like so: Ness, being on the verge of completing the base, built many guard robos from Dr. Chaosky works) And remember, you can post one day of work. That's cool, just go with what your gut tells you to do, but remember, make every single post of building long. Trust me, adding a favorite robot is awesome, as it adds to your personality.

Why am I doing this? To give you an advantage, because the second your outside, I'm not giving you any mercy. Going inside to your own settlement is like having a haven of your own, also seeing that there are only five havens in this RP. Also, I'm, like, so nice and stuffz, aren't I?

Ness: Your boredom has reached you, as many have not come into this junkyard for some time. You could start a settlement here, gather up supplies that are shortly beyond reach of you (AKA the area beyond the Junkyard) You could start a settlement, making it easier for wastelanders to get by, or go outside, leaving your home behind, while also risk exposure to the Tails Doll/ Jigglypuff minions. What do you do? (post normally, please)

Lun- *ahem* "Reiki": You, paying respects and giving motivation to killing those damn minions, have headed towards the dying grounds of your family members.

Your home, which has been burned and torn down, is holding your parents. You can still see the stab wounds, as well as their burnt, and somewhat taken, flesh. Probably those damn survivors and their stupid ass thing they call "survival." Just then, you notice a clean, not burnt, piece of paper on your mom's chest. It has an intriguing look to it, as it probably has just been put there. You could go pick it up...But...You know...Don't take from the dead...


Pyro: After being Chaoskys first hand assistant (Bloodmeta being the second) and actually building Bloodmeta's body from your superior intellect, you take most of Chaoskys' plans and hope to use them for the greater good.

That was 4 years ago, where you actually gave a shit about something. Now, you have nothing but instincts to lead you through this hellhole. You, looking for havens, have stumbled into a duststorm. Guarding yourself with some of your cloth, you can barely see anything, except for the unseen figures up ahead. You look in unacceptance, as they don't seem to be moving, and they look like figurines you see in the clothing store. You stop cold in your tracks, as you noticed something out of the corner of your eye.

Tails. Plushed up Tails.

Hydrox: Visiting the Research Lab, you feel nostalgic, as you were quite the helper to Chaosky when Bloodmeta and Pyro weren't around. Of course, it mostly consisted of electronic troubles, but you still got the job done. Suddenly, you see Jiggly, yes, the real Jiggly, walking into The Research Lab. Of course, it could be a hologram, but, hey, there could be a chance...

G-Virus: You, having such form, haven't been the peak of popularity, instead, your just forgoing around, sniffing ahead as you might. Then, a scent. Oh boy, it was the best scent a nose could ever get. G-Virus, going for days without food, had to get it, for starvation had won, and he was soon running across the field to that beautiful scent.

When he reached it, however, you noticed there wasn't anything to eat. Oh, damn, survivors must of gotten it. But then, that thought isn't for long, for you easily get blasted across the face with a Mk. II Plasma T Recon Pistol, which happened to hit your left eye, blinding it temporarily. The dust covers out and reveals Jiggly's members, all circled around you, ready to fire.

You still wanted that awesome food.


Now, to post for real.

Bloodmeta, such an unusual name. He wished he never had it. Yet, he had to have it, he had to. Such a name while walking around gives you some bad karma, but hey, he was still there to help.

Walking across the debris, he found a big pile of it, stacked up so that he could spy on the area ahead. His luck was changing. Looking around upon the big pile, he saw a group of figures huddled up together. Probably survivors. He could easily forge their food and water, with the help of a few deaths. But, he decided to be nice. After all, he had enough food and water to help him get along.

He kept on walking, where he then stumbled upon The Research Lab. Such memories, where everything wasn't so bad. But, he then noticed a speck of Jiggly's minions outside. He never knew she was into necrophilia.

He then slid down the slanted slope down to the Research Lab, also being seen by Hydrox.

Alright, the RP has started, guys!

(wow, long post is loooooooooooooooonnnng)

[Pyro]

(I am going to reiterate a little of what you already said, just to add a little of my tone and perspective into it.)
The dust storm had intensified. When had it started exactly, it doesn't matter. Pyro cursed at his own incompetence and worked his cloak to cover his lower face. He remembered another survivor, one close to death.
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Pyro made sure to put it out of its misery, but was sure to hide the corpse to prevent beng followed. The survivor was wearing goggles, possible storms? Anyways, Pyro had taken those, for he had none, and his hoarding obsession has been increasing.
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Pyro took out the goggles to cover his eyes so he would be able to see, but it wasn't too clear. He climbed over remnants of what appeared to be past make-shift bases. Pyro scavenged through them, finding almost nothing... What he found made his stomach turn. A corpse, a corpse with his stomach ripped out. Guts surrounded the corpse, each one sewed up. The corpse's mouth was sewn closed and the eyes were ripped out and replaced with buttons.
Pyro backed up and got a hold of himself. He had no time to overthink things, there was nothing of importance in the base.
Pyro voyaged on through the storm noticing more things in the distance. Pyro continued towards them, hoping that they would prove more useful than the other junk. He was wrong. They weren't buildings, but figures. Unmoving and lifeless. The attributes of figurines.
Tensing up, Pyro saw a blur in a direction, turning his head he saw a Tails Plush in the corner of his eye.
Pyro felt cold, time had suddenly slowed down and instincts took his body and his mind went into hyperdrive. Pyro jumped backwards trying to calculate the distance of whatever was near him, his ears listening for the slightest movement. In a quick movement, Pyro unsheathed his sword and sliced in a 5 feet perimeter around him.
Afterward, he switched to defense position to protect himself if anything was there. Pyro moved closer to the figures.

[bloodmeta]

Pyro: The slash led to a scream from a Tails Doll Slave. After the scream, the area fell silent, white noise filling your ears, to indicate utter silence. It then broke into action with the simple shot of a A2-K67 Recon Rifle, along with the many shots from a MK. II Plasma Pistol from the utter emptiness of the air around you. The figures had now, looking forward, disappeared, just at the same time as the dust cloud. You could probably investigate...

A2 K67 Recon Rifle: This weapon is powerful, shooting a full blast of the energy inside a Tails Doll gem, uttering into the single laser beam that is enough to project through even pure energy weapons. It is a feared weapon when placed into the right hands.

MK. II Plasma Pistol: The next of the series of the Plasma weaponry, this has an enhanced blast radius, as well as a better range to hit enemies from over 30 meters away. The Plasma has now been enhanced, by the capture and studies of Professor Chaosky, so that it may past through solid steel. It is the predecessor to the Recon series

(Just so you guys know what your dealing with, I'll give summaries of the weapons that happen to stumble onto your hands. Cool, huh?)

[hydroxianchaos]

Hydrox sees bloodmeta, and a very brief sign of shock appears. He immediately gains a casual expression. He spoke in a very demon like tone, but very slowy rises to something more human: "Ah, hello! I was just looking around this place to find an old device of mine. Unfortunatlely, it seems we are cleared out. Oh well, I guess I'll have to make another one. But never mind me, how are you? Such a lovely day isn't it? Great for a walk." I casually walk towards bloodmeta. "My oh my, you look more different than I did when my mobianizer went off. But, that's the price we all pay. Please, sit down. But watch out, I think I saw Jiggily around here. Any way, what are you doing around here?"

[G-Virus]

(Wait how many were there? Eh I'll just go with 5.)

As G rubbed his left eye, he noticed Jiggly's minions were gaining up on him, weapons ready to fire at will. As the first minion raised up its weapon, G grabbed him and threw him into the one diagnolly across from him. He then donkey kicked the minion behind him and took his gun. He fired at the fourth minion and then pounced on the last one and viciously mauled him to death. As G, sniffed around for the scent, he realized that the scent was only a trap set by them by rubbing themselves witht that oh so glorious smell. G then gathered all the minions and carried them back to his hideout. After dropping the all down, he snarled, " Heh heh, I guess meat is on the menu tonight!"
G then started devouring them, slowly chewing as he didn't want to eat one to quickly and still be hungry.

[bloodmeta]

G-Virus: The meat satisfies you at a tremendous rate, seeming now, that you have been rejuvenated of your strength. You could go see what's going on... (also, I forgot to post what to do. Whenever you're in a fight, I'll take control of the enemies that your fighting. Don't just make up things so that you'll win. And no, you don't get punished. It was my fault, anyway, for leaving this out, so yeah.)

Now, to my post.

He spotted his casual appearance. He didn't like it, he never liked that sort of attitude when something serious was going on. His survival instincts were buzzing like a hive full of alert bees. Instead of "sitting down" he pulled out his sword and held it to Hydrox's neck, at a fairly alarming rate.

"이봐, 난 아무 문제도 필요 없어요, 뭐, 어디 Hydrox?" he said, in a butchered tone that would have been better replaced with someone scratching their nails on a chalkboard. Nowadays, he never trusted anyone. He never really did. And he wasn't planning on someone killing him.

"Πες μου πού είναι, και δεν θα έχετε πρόβλημα στα χέρια σας..." he said, while putting his sword up.

(Oh, also, Bloodmeta's language is rather screwed up, meaning that he speaks different languages every sentence. You'll need a translator to see what I'm saying. Aren't I just fun to add different aspects to every character? The first one's Korean, while the last one's Greek. Try to build a translator for his voicebox early on. Trust me, most places have the worst translations)