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| firedup13 |
 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 1:35 pm Post subject: |
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BLUE
Joined: 08 Aug 2008
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Service Group: CPU
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* As the foil hats get further away, The second femclone switches her gaze to the wire mesh as well. After a few more moments, they approach the two sides of the box and lift it in unison, slowly march down into the Transtube tunnel, and fade from sight in the opposite direction unless stopped. *
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Hugh-B-DED-11, Coordinator - Evacuations & Order
Has two black eyes.
Wearing:
A BLUE Jumpsuit with boots
Digital ID Tag(displays name, with a bright bar indicating Security Clearance of BLUE.)
[OOC: I'm usually online every day, though Mondays tend to be hectic.] |
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| firedup13 |
| Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 7:42 pm Post subject: |
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BLUE
Joined: 08 Aug 2008
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* ...Elsewhere, Chuck-O has since sanitized the incinerator and left the CPU Firm's backoffice, intending to drop in on Kun-G. His PDC beeps. *
| Chuck-O's PDC wrote: |
| Hello, trusted citizen Chuck-O-NBC-1. You are one of the select [DFSR] clones that have been randomly chosen for the once-in-a-decanting chance to participate in the Pilot Episode of the new annual spectacular, 'Who Wants to Be an Ultraviolet?' |
* A nearby vidscreen catches Chuck's eye for a moment. He looks up to see that it happens to be replaying an Episode of 'Bake the Traitor'. As Chuck watches the video footage, he doesn't know the clone on the screen was the Head of ProTech getting plusplussed. *
. o O Glad I'm not starring on THAT show! Will this day get any stranger? This morning I was just a CPU Clerk... Let's see what fate has in store for me by the end of the day!
* Chuck makes a sharp left and instead heads towards Studio 24/B. *
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Hugh-B-DED-11, Coordinator - Evacuations & Order
Has two black eyes.
Wearing:
A BLUE Jumpsuit with boots
Digital ID Tag(displays name, with a bright bar indicating Security Clearance of BLUE.)
[OOC: I'm usually online every day, though Mondays tend to be hectic.] |
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| Eival |
| Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 6:47 pm Post subject: |
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RED
Joined: 14 Nov 2010
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Service Group: R&D
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*A figure scurries. with a few associates carrying boxes, into a small pothole that any good member of, say, the Illuminati, would know was a passage to the underplex.*
"Good thing certain allies of ours are letting us have a safe house. Two clones lost are two too many. Good thing I've got myself cloned and have them doing what I otherwise would be."
*Zepp-I-LIN was really worried about the problems in the cloning pocedure now*
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Ep 4-Fault-G-ONE, Head of Pro-Tech |
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| firedup13 |
| Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 2:07 am Post subject: |
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BLUE
Joined: 08 Aug 2008
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* Elsewhere, Kun-G-FOO sits with Missy-I-NFO in her secured INDIGO office. *
 "So, you think Corpore Metal is going to fall for it?"
 "Of course - The Corpore Metal clones will WANT to believe it! After all, Tella-O *DOES* do things seemingly impossible for a normal Clone... I expect almost all of the clones in the Bot Spotting EAP are members of either Corpore Metal or The Frankenstein Destroyers. We've planted the bogus IntSec dossier in their meeting room with fabricated details about her having multiple Cybernetic Implants, what IntSec believes she's supposedly about to do, and how IntSec plans to react to the event... I expect Corpore Metal will reveal themselves and attempt to offer her assistance,and she will undoubtedly turn them over to IntSec when contacted..."
"What about the Frankenstien Destroyers?"
"I expect The Frankenstein Destroyers would make a very public attempt to stop what she is 'going' to do! With any luck at all, The Frankstien Destroyers will distract IntSec even while IntSec serves to distract Corpore Metal... With their resources devoted elsewhere, it should minimize the likelihood of IntSec or Corpore Metal learning about or interfering with the progress of Project Genesis."
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Hugh-B-DED-11, Coordinator - Evacuations & Order
Has two black eyes.
Wearing:
A BLUE Jumpsuit with boots
Digital ID Tag(displays name, with a bright bar indicating Security Clearance of BLUE.)
[OOC: I'm usually online every day, though Mondays tend to be hectic.] |
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| firedup13 |
| Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 1:20 pm Post subject: |
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BLUE
Joined: 08 Aug 2008
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* A few minutes have passed. The subject being discussed by Kun-G-FOO and Missy-I-NFO has changed. *
"Only one?"
"Yes. Perhaps it is rarer than we thought; after all, the information our mind readers gather from The Romantics is... less than reliable, and the Official Records about this are quite sparse. Or, perhaps, our instructions were not followed. In the end, it does not matter... One is enough."
"You said that those found lacking were to be Trained. Are any ready?"
"They are still being prepared, though one of them has been deployed to help measure our progress so far."
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Hugh-B-DED-11, Coordinator - Evacuations & Order
Has two black eyes.
Wearing:
A BLUE Jumpsuit with boots
Digital ID Tag(displays name, with a bright bar indicating Security Clearance of BLUE.)
[OOC: I'm usually online every day, though Mondays tend to be hectic.] |
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| Eival |
| Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 6:16 pm Post subject: |
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RED
Joined: 14 Nov 2010
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*A clone of the unnamed head of Pro-tech starts walking towards the dreaded Tower. If one had access to atomic scanners one could detect th presence of a massive amount of explosives, in the form of nanobots, cancer cells and the slightly higher than normal level of toxins within the clones body. The contained power is approximately half that of a tacnuke, but will only go off if a signal is sent, which will occur only when the clone is detected to have entered the tower or come within 5 meters of the base, or to the last point a clone can go to if not cleared for access. A far more powerful scanner would notice the disjointed swarm of flybots, armed with EMP blasts, designed to wipe all electronic data.*
OOC: Feel free to help with your own devious plans to save us all. I'm sure there additional failure will be appreciated, as then I will not be the only player loosing countless clones to "unfortunate accidents" and plain old execution. Maybe I'll even get erased!
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| The GM |
| Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 12:48 am Post subject: |
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* The base of the Tower of Perfected Harmony is surrounded by well tended gardens and sparkling fountains. Foot traffic is light but there is a sense of bustle to the various clones coming and going. As Fault-G-ONE gets close to the glitterring base of the tower there is a massive explosion that turns the area at the base of the tower into a churning mess of debris and toxic vapours. *
* Not long after a veritable army of bots appear and replace the forecourt wholesale. The scarred face of the tower is scrubbed clean and soon it appears to be almost exactly as it was before. *
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| Cam-R-ONN-1 |
| Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 9:10 pm Post subject: |
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RED
Joined: 16 May 2011
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(Junior Citizen Bonus: Death Leopards are awesome. They don't let anyone tell them what to do. How many radically treasonous acts can you find in this story? What's some way you can stick it to The Computer?)
Cam-R-ONN worked his way out from under a pile of sleeping femclones. Last nightcycle's party, from what he could remember of it, had been lame. Suddenly, the goat that had been taped to the ceiling fell with a thud. Okay, decent party, but nothing spectacular.
Cam had been in a rut. Same boring intoxicating chemicals. Same hormone-supressant free orgies with the same groupies. The rock music, well, rocked. At least for the first thirty seconds. Then your hearing went out and the only difference was which internal organ jiggled.
He checked the list of todaycycle's new regulations. He'd have to break all of these by the end of the day to keep his reputation intact, but all the fun of that had gone. It had become, and he hated to use the word, work.
In the two monthcycles since Cam had taken over Death Leopard*, what had changed? He stared at his painting that represented the three ideals he strove for.
The first was liberty, represented by the two-headed dragon riding a transbot and spraying hot fun everywhere. In a world with liberty, every clone could be free groove to his own beat.
The second ideal was equality, which Cam had depicted with a Warbot mk. III surfing on an explosion while slamming on electric guitar. With equality, every clone would have a chance to prove his awesomitude or die trying.
The third ideal was fraternity, symbolized by a half-naked femclone striding a missile while slamming down a handful of assorted drugs. Fraternity would mean that all the clones in Alpha Complex would give themselves over to the ideals of drinking, crazy sex, harassing pledges, panty raids, and feats of marvelimoxie.
Many a Death Leopard member had seen Cam's masterpiece and said "What were you smoking when you painted that?" Cam couldn't quite remember, but it had given him a vision he was committed to seeing through before his 19th yearcycle. Soon it would be time to hand over leadership of the society to someone younger, hipper, more with it. Cam would turn over leadership in the traditional Death Leopard way: gettting accidentally killed in your ultimate prank. But before that happened, he wanted to actually accomplish something. Make a change.
Yes, he and his crew had snatched a high-programmer's pants while he was wearing them. But did the INFRAREDS get it? Did they realize that the High Programmers were not only lametards, but that they were as vulnerable as everyone else? No. Did starting the 7 Years' Food Fight** in MRE sector teach everyone that supplies in Alpha Complex were sufficient for everyone, if only everyone would quit bootlicking for just a bit and actually do something for a change? No. No one learned.
Well, there was only one thing to do when people didn't get your message: scream it out louder. He would have to pulled off the biggest, most awesometastical prank ever, show everyone the truth. That was it!
"RANDY!" He shouted.
Randy woke up. The kid was just Randy. No clone template. Born unhygienically. "YO! WASSUP?!"
"NEED YOU TO GET THE WORD OUT TO THE PEEPS!"
When he finished relaying the messages, Cam picked up his keytar***. You didn't spend all of Mandatory Junior Citizen Meal Break beating up Computer Phreaks for their lunch credits without learning a bit about hacking. With a few minutes of practiced slams on the keytar, he hacked into the PA system.
"DUDES OF ALPHA COMPLEX! IT'S TIME TO STICK IT TO THE COMPUTER! THE PRANK I'M ABOUT TO PULL IS GOING TO ROCK ALPHA COMPLEX TO THE CORE! I'M GOING TO PUNK EVERYONE! THAT'S RIGHT, I'M GOING TO ROCK YOUR FACES OFF AND YOU'LL BE LIKE 'THAT WAS RADICAL TO THE HIZZY! BUT WHERE'S MY FACE!?' IN JUST A FEW DAYCYCLES, WELL, YEAH AT SOME POINT ALPHA COMPLEX IS GOING TO BE THE MOST PUNKTACULAR PLACE IN THE WORLD, INSTEAD OF A LAMEATORIUM."
*The previous leader's final words "HEY DUDES, WATCH THIS!" were emblazoned on the walls as a lasting memorial to his groovaliciousness.
**Total causualties: 1,834
***A guitar shaped keyboard. Left hand plays the vowels, right hand the consonants. |
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| Cam-R-ONN-1 |
| Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 9:25 pm Post subject: |
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RED
Joined: 16 May 2011
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The dares went out to Death Leopard gangs with the Death Leopard Secret handshake language. IntSec had yet to crack the code. This was mostly because it was a compilation of random gestures, in-jokes, and obscene motions that changed weekly. No one outside the society understood it. In fact, no one in the society completely got it. But you could figure out more or less what you were supposed to do.
These were dares, not orders, because the leader of Death Leopard hated authority. Failure to follow orders was punishable. Failure to obey a dare resulted in looking like a wuss.
In an INFRARED mess hall two thugs sat at a back table. Pump, shake, slap it, over the top, back to back, inverted McTwist, respect knuckles, clap, slap, clap, slap, doublehands, chest bump. This meant "If you're not a total lametard, you'll steal 50,000 cans of B3, extra fizzy, and bring them to the pad." Either that or "Waffles-G-RSU likes bangy, breasted bots." But the first meaning was slightly more likely.
In other places, other dares challenged members to steal a portable tacnuke, acquire 3 crates of fizzwizz, drunk dial Man-U-ALL-17, bring in an ultraturtle from outdoors, upload a virus into the new prototype Warbot mk. V (declared an "unbot"), or set all the hygiene sprinklers in MEL complex to go off if someone says "Bodacious."
(OOC Note: This might be seen as powergaming. After all, you can't have the head of a competent, well-organized secret society ordering hundreds of lower-ranking members around to pull of a prank that affects all of Alpha Complex. Keep in mind that when the terms "competent," "well-organized," and "Death Leopard" are used in the same sentence, you will usually find the word "not" in there as well. If Cam actually manages to accomplish half of what he started, I will be shocked. So will he. I give it a week before everything I started falls to pieces, and I'm okay with that.) |
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| Cam-R-ONN-1 |
| Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 9:48 pm Post subject: |
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RED
Joined: 16 May 2011
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(OOC Notes:
For those of you wondering, here's a few answers to questions you might be having:
-Yes, my character adds exclamations to everything he says. He lives by the motto: If you don't have anything awesome to say, don't say anything at all.
-Yes, my character will always speak in all caps. Yes, this means that he shouts everything he says. The people who rig up a sonic devastation cannon to serve as an amp tend to be the sort of people who have hearing problems.
-Yes, my character makes up words. He's not going to let a stupid dictionary tell him what to say.
-Yes, my character does treat the rules of Alpha Complex as a to do list. Yes, I know this is going to get him killed. No, I don't really care.
-Yes, my character is a visionary genius whose ideals could very well propel Alpha Complex into a new golden age. Yes, he is an insane idiot who's going to get himself killed. This dichotomy is a complex and difficult to explain phenomenon, but if I had to give a deep insight into the character's mind I'd say "He's on a lot of drugs. A LOT."
-No, I'm not really trying to "win" this game. When playing Death Leopard, you must think like Death Leopard. Have fun and ignore the consequences.) |
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| Tyg-R-CLW |
| Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 5:17 pm Post subject: |
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RED
Joined: 24 Jun 2011
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Service Group: Internal Security
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A tall, muscular clone leans his back against a grey wall with a single 1m black line running horizontally down its center. He stands alone in a long forgotten corridor, a Sector that hasn't seen a clone in decades. The lone figure, dressed in a Red IntSec armored uniform, unknowingly hums Old Reckoning commercial themes while smoking a Cancer Lite Cigarette. A single light in the ceiling flickers overhead giving him some light to read by.
In his hands he holds a tattered and stained napkin with words feverishly scrawled upon it. It reads as follows: 'They have wiped out our leader and council, templates are erased. You're our only hope, Jack-R-MNT. You are The One. Just Do It.'
Jack's left eye begins to twitch, his humming ceases as he comes to the realisation that he has been made leader of The Romantics. A seat he never aspired to hold, in an organisation he was ordered to infiltrate 10 years ago as a junior citizen assigned to IntSec by Friend Computer.
What Friend Computer never calculated or expected was that Jack would embrace The Romantics and grow nostalgic for a time hundreds of years before his decanting. Nor did the all knowing and seeing Friend Computer foresee that by giving Jack-MNT the tools he needed to infiltrate it would also spark nostalgia and help him raise through the ranks of The Romantics.
Jack-MNT's dedication to Friend Computer, despite a longing for yester-year, was what got him promoted to Red Clearance and would propel his career further. If being leader of a Secret Society doesn't kill him first.....
Jack-R-MNT sighs, flicks away his Cancer Lite, then chews and swallows the note. As he heads to Studio 24/B, the whistling sounds of Loyalty and Hygiene songs escape from his lips.... |
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| firedup13 |
| Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 8:23 pm Post subject: |
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BLUE
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* Kun-G-FOO and Missy-I-NFO continue their conversation in her secured INDIGO office. *
"...believed Manny-I-PLT would be the right clone for that particular job."
"Of course. So, did the plan to further our goals using the Bot Spotting EAP yield any fruit? Did either or both of the targeted Societies take the bait? How did IntSec react?"
"I expect CONTROL will provide me with an update from our Watchers momentarily."
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Hugh-B-DED-11, Coordinator - Evacuations & Order
Has two black eyes.
Wearing:
A BLUE Jumpsuit with boots
Digital ID Tag(displays name, with a bright bar indicating Security Clearance of BLUE.)
[OOC: I'm usually online every day, though Mondays tend to be hectic.] |
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| firedup13 |
| Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 4:30 pm Post subject: |
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BLUE
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* Elsewhere, in one of a series of several stolen properly repurposed laboratories, all the cameras are mysteriously nonfunctional. The lone scientist looks with surprise at the large cage in the room. The squirrel he put in the cage not all that long ago is still there...But now, it's a GIANT, mutant Squirrel. *
 "Alfred's not going to be happy about this..."
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Hugh-B-DED-11, Coordinator - Evacuations & Order
Has two black eyes.
Wearing:
A BLUE Jumpsuit with boots
Digital ID Tag(displays name, with a bright bar indicating Security Clearance of BLUE.)
[OOC: I'm usually online every day, though Mondays tend to be hectic.] |
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| firedup13 |
| Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2011 2:14 pm Post subject: |
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BLUE
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* Kun-G-FOO and Missy-I-NFO continue their conversation in her secured INDIGO office. *
"...our most gifted Watcher, Claire-V-YNT, was successful in her task with Eric-O's randomly selected 'volunteer'. The information we need is being parsed from her memory and distributed by CONTROL to The Scientists as we speak."
"Fault-G's assistance would help greatly. From what you told me of his request, perhaps her talents would be the closest match we have to meet his need?"
"We think this is probable, but he has not yet responded to our counteroffer. We..."
* A Chime rings. The vidscreen above her door shows Chuck-O-NBC stands on the other side. Missy looks shocked that this random stranger managed to somehow get past her Security. *
"Who in The Computer's name are you?"
"You can call me Michael-O-CAR. Cy-O has a message for you: I know what you did last Cycle."
* Missy's skin turns a slight shade more ULTRAVIOLET, and her hand shakes as she silently buzzes him in. *
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Hugh-B-DED-11, Coordinator - Evacuations & Order
Has two black eyes.
Wearing:
A BLUE Jumpsuit with boots
Digital ID Tag(displays name, with a bright bar indicating Security Clearance of BLUE.)
[OOC: I'm usually online every day, though Mondays tend to be hectic.] |
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| Dirk |
| Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2011 2:43 am Post subject: |
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INDIGO
Joined: 22 Aug 2008
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Service Group: PLC
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*A light flicks on in the Office of the Head of PLC.*
Back to work.
*The Office is now decked out in wood furnishings. Not woodlyke, but rather the real stuff, expertly crafted by the best artisans of Alpha Complex.*
.o_O (Even thought I had to give those crazies in the Sierra Club a nice boost in this sector, it was worth it for this great furniture!)
*We see a familar Indigo citizen seated at the head of a large Oak table, with several citizens in various color suits around the table.*
: Sir, we have established a new purchasing and liason center!
Good, good. Hopefully sales will pick up soon.
: Sir, how are you planning to keep the new market secure?
Why, by hiring the best protection money can buy, of course!
: Understood.
*The clone-in-blue leaves for The tower.*
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Dirk-I-PLN-2 has been lured back by dreams of wealth as [DFSR].
Wears a nice Indigo jumpsuit.
Currently has a toolkit waiting at C.R.A.S.H.
The Legendary Max in ARC:
Paranoia isn't free...
It has to be earned...
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