Corey

[size=1]Ok, I do truely like what I see so far. I think this grup is going to be great. If I could get a few more people, one or two (maybe three), it could be better. Like I said, any questions and such should be directed to me via PM or AIM.[/size]

[size=1]Wow. If you birng this 'aboveground', you definitly have my signup. Very well thought of. I hope you get a lot of serious RPers to play it through.[/size]

[size=1]Whenever I'm stressed, I usually go and play a first person shooter. I know it's the stereotypical thing for angry youths to do, but it really does work. Having a completely false enviroment where nothing is real where you can go around and shoot people and destroy things is very calming and stress releaving. Either that or I sleep. Sleep seems to put things in perspective. Sometimes you see things differently after two hours of sleep, or nap. ;). I also write. Some of my best posts in my Black Horizon RPG were done when I was extremely angry. Anger can be used for good hting once in a while.[/size]

[size=1][i]Sorry for the wait everyone.[/i] ??? Allen walked up to Vera and wrapped his arms around her waist. She'd had his eye for a good long time. The TDP never condoned inter-occupation fraternization, but they never stopped it. If two people found love in the University, they had no say about it. It wasn't like they could date someone from the outside world. One day they might be there and the next, they might not, even if the timeline was repaired correctly it never assured everything will go back [i]exactly[/i]. Allen had been involved with someone when he joined the TDP. Against the reccomendation of his commanding officer, he continued contact with her. After a mission, he came back and she had never heard of him before. She was married, had a kid, and a husband. He hadn't been in a serious relationship ever since. [b]Allen-[/b] "More fun with two, eh?" She nodded. He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Well, lets see how much fun it is. i've never been skinny dipping before."[/size]

[size=1]I probably hsould have done this earlier. Not everyone is proficient with the solar system. Deimos is a moon of Mars. In Greek, Deimos means panic. It's roughly 15km x 12.2km x 11km. Their composition is mostly carbon-rich rock and ice, barely any atmosphere. There are two colonies, connceted by an underground tunnel, about 1000 yards apart. The first colony has about 70 inhabitants and is more of a living place. The second is home to about 25 people and is more of a working facility. The official reason they are there is to scout sites, and start setting up, for permanent housing colonies and relay stations. What they're actually doing isn't going to be released, though I'm sure you can get the gist of it if you read carefully. The colonies have been overrun with the beings from the other dimension for about a month. It's the reason the Deimos mission (Captained by Allen Chubbs) was originally dispatched, to investigate the abnormal biological readings coming from the colonies. The reading matched the two different sets of reading the original Event Horizon mission took and the ones the Bladerunner took. There is no natural animal or plant life on Deimos, except maybe bacteria. Please edit bios accordingly. I'm also going to make it mandatory to go and reread the RPG. I know I said that it wasn't but I"ve changed my mind. It will give people a better idea of what's going on. And if you want a real good idea, go rent the movie Event Horizon. It's what this series is based on.[/size]

[size=1][b]Black Horizon: Smoke and Mirrors[/b] ??? ? This RPG is a continuation of my previous Black Horizon RPG (BH: Deimos Rising). ? New entrants are required to read the prior RPG [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=41900](click here)[/url]. It will take a while, but it will give you a better idea of what's going on. ? All new entrants will be playing the part of a colonist on one of the two Deimos colonies. If you decide to be on the second colony you will not immediately meet up with the crew. You can play, but you'll be going solo for a while which takes a little more skill than playing inside of a group. ? I'd also like someone to play the part of Admiral Rawson. It's not mandatory, but it would make things a lot more interesting. Rawson is going to play a pivotal role. You also have to be willing to take a little bit of guidance from me. ??? [i]Deimos One. Roughly a month earlier.[/i] [b]Murdok-[/b] "So how's it going Marcus?" He sat down at the table and started eating his food. A corn muffin, mashed potatoes, gravy, and turkey. All simulated by the way. Not much food was genuine in space. It was all engineered from protein and other things essential to a body. It tasted good enough though, he dug in. [b]Marcus-[/b] "Not bad John. I think we're going to start into F sector today. Wouldn't surprise me. The guys over on two have really been workin' great." Murdok nodded and took a swig of water. [b]Murdok-[/b] "How long before critical depth?" Marcus shrugged. [b]Marcus-[/b] "Couldn't tell ya... They're keeping that info sealed. When we get there I'm sure we'll be told. Goddamn it... I don't even know why we're out here. I was told we'd be ******* studying the damn moon for possible long term colonization. But all were doing is-" [b]Murdok-[/b] "Shhhh!" He looked around slowly. "Did you hear that?" They were the only two that ever ate this time of night. When they had first gotten to the colony it was graveyard shift all the time. They were still running on that bodily clock. Marcus sighed. [b]Marcus-[/b] "Stop screwing around. That worked once. And we're not even down there this time. Just eat your fo-" [b]Murdok-[/b] "Shut up!" John Murdok was staring across the cafeteria, his food forgotten. He'd heard scampering. Early on, they had had a rat problem, but that was all taken care of. Besides... It didn't sound like rats... Bigger... And faster. "Do you hear that?" Marcus listened intently. He snapped his head upward to the ventilation ducts. [b]Marcus-[/b] "What the bloody hell..." He stood up. "What do you think it is Joh-" The ceiling grate fell through and a odd looking insect-esk creature glared at them. It rose up on it's four back legs and let out a piercing scream. Marcus pissed his pants. "My God! What is that!?" Murdok shook his head and starting backing up toward the rear door. [b]Murdok-[/b] "I don't know... But I don't think it's safe! Run!!" They ran down the corridor, the thing scampering in close pursuit behind them. "To the tunnel! The connection tunnel!" Marcus made it through the hatch and watched as John Murdok was dragged back by the head. A loud scream was heard and finally a life ending crunch. He slammed the door and layed down on the floor whimpering. Something ahead of him made a kind of chittery rasp. Marcus looked up, the scent of urine deep in his nose. About five feet away another one of the creatures was perched from the ceiling, staring at him with unmistakable hunger and malice. He closed his eyes as the thing advanced, faster than any earthly being could go. It stabbed into his chest with one of it's sharp and extremely hard legs. One of his lungs deflated like a popped balloon. The being screamed with delight and severed an arm. Marcus tried to scream but came up with just a whisper. He opened iihs eyes only to see the thing lowering it's beak-like jaws to his face. ??? [i]The Ship, Present[/i] The alarm blasted across the ship. Something was wrong. Very wrong. That alarm wasn't supposed to go off unless the ship and crew were in very mortal danger. Allan sat up. Avlen jumped off of the bed and look around very confused. Allen pulled on his pants and bounded over to the intercom. [b]Allen-[/b] "Everyone to your stations! This is a code red emergency!!" He didn't even know what was going on, much less why the alarms had gone off. "Get to your station Avlen." He kissed her quickly and ran out of the room toward the bridge, pulling on a shirt in the hall. He heard his door open and Avlen heading the other way. The alarm blared. He ran to the bridge and jumped through the doors before they were even finished opening. "What's going on?!" Sam was in the pilots seat, fighting with the controls and. Everyone else was either at their station or watching through the front viewport as Deimos loomed into view. [b]Sam-[/b] "Allen! The ships lost all thrusters! Deimos' gravity is pulling us in! I can't stop us or avoid it! we're going to ******* crash!!" Allen's face drained of color. He ran to the intercom. [b]Allen-[/b] "Everyone! Get to the gravpouches ASAP and set them to crash-landing! We're going down! Repeat, we are going down!" Everyone on the bridge ran from the room and to the pods they had gotten out of not even a day ago. Allen bounded into the room and waited for the rest of the crew. Gabriella came in last, half-carrying Rawson. He helped her get him into a pod and got into one himself. She closed her pod and he closed his. The proximity alarm blared across the ship. ??? Sign-ups [b]Name:[/b] Post Modern. [b]Age:[/b] 20-50 [b]Appearance:[/b] A picture will do, but I'd prefer a description. [b]Short Bio:[/b] Why you decided on being a colonist and everything. No need to go too in depth about after you got to Deimos., I didn't release a lot of info for a reason ??? Good luck. Prior members of the crew that wish to survive need to post a bio too. This will be open for roughly a week. Any questions please PM me. I'll start an underground thread tomorrow.[/size]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "Are you sure you haven't been logging a few hours in a sim or something?" Simulators were often used to test TDP candidates' ability to deal with mental stress. They were brought to a recruiting facility and asked to spend the night, being told that the test would begin when they woke up. During the night they're sedated and hooked up to the machine, which mimics the real world in every way. It's based off of real blueprints, and uses the persons mind as a buffer to give things texture and more reality. The sim usually emulates some kind of intense situation, i.e. being confronted by a rabid wild animal, some natural disaster, or any number of extremely stressful situations. The ones in the University are used to play games. [b]Kane-[/b] "Hey, I swear. I don't use those things, they give me a headache." Vera and Allen laughed. The game just finished, Allen winning but Malcolm giving him a good run for his money. [b]Allen-[/b] "You're getting good. Now I'm going to have to go and kick your ass at golf or something. Get like three over par. Then I'd dominate." He did a mock strongman pose and got a little grunt of laughter out of Vera. [b]Kane-[/b] "I thought you had the rules for golf down. The higher the strokes the worse your score. The lower your strokes, the better your score." Malcolme shook his head and bounced the tennisball on the ground with his racket. "It's not surprising though. You were never the swiftest individual." Allen punched him in the arm, casing Kane to shoot the ball in front of the group and into the locker room. [b]Allen-[/b] "Watch it seafoam-boy." Allen glared at Malcolm in a joking way. He glared back and the three of them walked into the locker room. Most everything was co-ed at the TDP. Public bathrooms, locker rooms. Showers were in every persons quarters, but there was one in the pools locker room. They changed clothes and walked back into the main part of the complex. "So what's everyone doing for the rest of the day?" Almost everyone, with the monotony of the past months. had run out of things to do. [b]Kane-[/b] "I dunno... Maybe a good book." He glanced at Allen. "Maybe head over to the sims." Allen glared back and laughed, knowing Malcolm was kidding. Allen and Vera waved as he walked towards his quarters. [b]Allen-[/b] "And you?"[/size]

[size=1]The elevator chimed and opened onto the second sub-basement. They walked out as the elevator thanked then for using it. Allen smiled, he always thought the elevator sounded tired when it said that. Like the strenuous action of lugging people up and down the building made it very hard to get on without voicing some kind of complaint, but it was just an elevator, so it kept it's opinions to it'svoic and thanked them. [b]Allen-[/b] "So are we going to pick up our last game or start a new one?" Malcolm shrugged. [b]Kane-[/b] "Doesn't matter to me. You'll kill me anyway." He winked at Allen. [b]Allen-[/b] "FIne. New game it is." He'd been one serve away from winning last time. They went to the locker room and started changing. A bunch of others were in there already and they waved to them. They waved back, and Allen opened his locker with a press of his thumb on the pad, and grabbed his tennis racket and clothes. He hoped Vera was doing ok. She didn't seem nervous, but it was the first time that the TDP might be able to get outside funding, and that did make it stressful. He put on the clothing and started tying his sneakers. She had a lot of great material to present to them, a lot of stuff Allen wasn't exactly proficient in. He smiled and laced up both shoes, she'd find. [b]Kane-[/b] "...oughout the time line." Allen jerked. Lost in his thoughts again. [b]Allen-[/b] "Huh, sorry. I was zoning out." Kane smiled. He was dressed in an exceptionally ugly seafoam green tennis outfit. When they first started playing he'd asked Allen to help him pick something out that was traditional. Allen gave him the seafoam outfit as a joke, thinking he'd eventually catch on. He didn't. Allen wore a black one. [b]Kane-[/b] "I was saying, how much damage do you think we actually repair when we fix things? I mean, nothing is complete. We go back, chase them, catch them, interrogate them," they started walking towards the court and out of the locker room, "then travel back and fix whatever they messed up, but every single little thing changes history." Allen looked at him and shook his head. [b]Allen-[/b] "It's better not to think about it, man. The guys upstairs know when somethings going on, that should be enough for all of us." The walked onto the court and Allen picked up a ball that way laying there. He stepped onto the back right side of his court and looked at Kane on the other side. "Love, love."[/size]

[size=1][i]The Signup thread is [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=43744][b]here[/b][/url]. Please refer to it if you find yourself here and are wondering if you made it in. If your name does not appear on the bottom of the page in bold, you may not post. This is just prior to everyone finding out about McKlines mass-terrorism. Keep that in mind. And without further ado.[/i] ??? [list][b]The God-Game[/b][/list] Allen walked through the halls of the University. He was always amazed by the variety of people the TDP employed. It had three floors 'above ground' (the whole complex is underground, but above ground refers to what is visible from the outside) and four below. On the uppermost level are the psychics. All of the walls of that level are coated in an experimental metal alloy nicknamed 'Mentalium'. It increases the mental powers of any human being by about twenty percent. People gifted with psychic abilities have their powers doubled. Normal people have their mental prowess and problem solving abilities enhanced, though not to the same degree. Normals aren't as extremely receptive as psychics. The psychics spend their days scouting the surface through thought. Usually, alterations can be detected immediately. Peoples thoughts suddenly are completely different. One day they're worrying about who's going to be the next Head of the Commonwealth, and the next they're hoping that computers will be the wave of the future, or maybe if the current dictator is going to be assassinated or not. Then the job switches to the second floor people, the historians. The head historian on 'real earth' history is a man named John Rodahl. He has dedicated his life to the study of 'real earth' and the preservation of it. It's his job to find out what's been changed. On the first level are the agents. They're not TDP operatives that go back in time, but they travel to the surface and identify what's been changed, either by purchasing history books, looking in databases (if computers are available), or asking individuals about history, claiming to be a writer from another country. They have one of the most dangerous jobs. Sometimes the world is very taboo about it's history and will kill over it. Sub-basement one is home to the new recruits of the TDP. They go through the rigorous mental exercises to prepare them for traveling in time and viewing the world in a changed state. Once they pass the first year, they're either transferred to a TDP Time Unit, or up the their respective levels of the University. The second sub-basement is the headquarters of the TDP Time Units. It is where they live and train. They train both physically and mentally to travel through time. After the initial time jump, the amount of lactate in muscles increases for about five minutes, sometimes causing cramps and extreme muscle pain. The last two sub-basements are where all the time travel technology is housed. Allen shook his head, smiled, and started walking back to the structure. Sometime during his daze, he'd managed to walk out of the University, and almost all the way to the lift up to the surface. Allen shoved his hands into his pockets and thought about how eventless the last month had been. Not exactly a bad thing after the extreme amount of Time Incursions the last few months, but still, he was getting bored. Hopefully something would happen soon. All he had was training and Tennis.[/size]

[size=1]Signups are closed. And I must admit, I don't think I've ever had such a broad spectrum of characters signup for an RPG. [i]Those that have made it into the RPG are below and bolded. If you have any questions as to why you got in or why you didn't, I'll be happy to provide you with an answer via PM.[/i] [b]? Char! (Michael Smithson) ? Angelus_Necare (Eric Tudor) ? Boba Fett (William Somerset) ? Kane (Malcom Kane) ? vicky (Daniel Reed) ? Kakashi Ouka (Abigail) ? Neuvoxraiha (Vera Leisteré) ? Domon (John Zacharaiha) ? Corey (Allen Legent)[/b] The RPG will be up either in five hours or so, or within the next twentyfour hours, depend on how much of this book I get done.[/size]

[size=1]Signups will be closing on Wednesday, 10:00pm Central Time. I will be taking six people in. I'm not making any dicisions now, just letting all of you know that seven sounds like a fair number for the RPG, and even that isn't final. Also, I can't remember who asked this, but he Chapter system will work the following way: [list]Chapters will be divided by how and when the mindscape changes. Say, for instance, when we first go in it will look like New York 2004. That's chapter one. The next chapter, it might look like Ancient China, or England int he middle of nuclear winter.[/list] I just think it'll be easier to determine how the landscape looks this way then by posting it in a post and possibly have someone miss is. Is anyone still confused?[/size]

[QUOTE=Neuvoxraiha][COLOR=DarkOrchid]Do the world a favor and try to explain that, because quite frankly, your post did nothing to further this discussion. Instead it made me have a sudden desire to kill you. This RPG isn't about a "self controlled world." It's about time and pursuit.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1]Raiha, you need to calm down. The RPG is exactly about a self controlled world. Most everything I wrote about is backstory. Only about the last paragraph is the actual RPG. Like Circéus quoted, it is a world of McKlines own design. It's your quick-to-snap attitude that often makes me consider whether or not to accept you into RPGs. You almost didn't make it into the BH: DR because of it. Circéus had aperfect ligitimate question. I said that all questions were welcome. That includes from people not signed up to the RPG. You also need to realize that not everyone is as good of an RPer as some of us veterans. It makes you seem a bit of a bigot when you ask if I'm kicking someone, like Jokopoko, out of an RPG when some of their posts are better than yours. You were a bad RPer once too. I don't accept people solely on skill, I accept them on imagination. If I can read a bio and see something new and exciting, then I'm defiintly going to consider that person, even if they aren't the best. [b]Circéus:[/b] I've never read any of the books or seen the movie The Cell, though I've been urged to by a friend of mine. He told me a lot of my stuff reminds him of that movie.[/size]

[size=1]Thankyou for the explanations. Both of the theories aren't incorporated into the RPG. Like I said in the backstory, the Temporal Police are infused with nanomachines that put out an anti-temporal pulse. I know that it is an extremely unlikely bit of technology, but so was spacetravel twohundred years ago. The nanomachines remove the Police from the normal flow of time. They can jump back and forth without any physical strain (ie. aging, getting younger, disappearing, or dying). Contrary to what people may think, the Police are not invisible or anything when they travel back, and they are seen. Some people write about them, talk about them, etc... But they exist as more of an urban legend than a tangible fact. There [b]is[/b] a place that the Temporal Police (TPD) train in. It is also encompassed in the same kind of anti-temporal pulse and is located deep underground at the equator. It's called the Univeristy. TPD personell, for it is much more than just our little group, includes sevral extremely talented historians. It's their job to look at new copies of history books and other historical items and compare them to the 'original' timeline items. Also there are people that study and analyze timelines that are generated everyday for mistakes and changes. I do plan on including a lot more information during the flow of the game, but if anyone has any questions please don't hesistate to ask. This RPG depends on people being informaed and understanding the theories I've put into action. Please ask if you don't understand. And thankyou to Raiha (Neuvoxraiha) for the help she's given me. She understands a lot more about temporal theories than I do.[/size]

[size=1][i]Seems like we have a good group so far. Signups are staying open until turesady at the earliest so a friend of mine can join.[/i] ??? [b]Name-[/b] Allen Legent [b]Age-[/b] 40 [b]Appearance-[/b] [img]http://galeria1.terramail.pl/bruce/f/bw08-04.jpg[/img] [b]Bio-[/b] Allen was born in a small city on the outskirts of St. Paul, Minnesota in 2117. He lived normally. Had a good mother and father, even a dog. They were never rich, but always had enough food and aways had hot water, power, and gas. He grew up in a reletively laid back atmosphere, and got invoved in drugs very early. He started on marijuana, eventually moving to more severe splicings of the herb. His father caught him. He wasn't punished, at least not in the normal sence. His father, a person that grew up in a family that accepted occasional pot use, told him that he could continue using if he wanted to. He wouldn't love him any less and neither would his mother. But drugs inhibit the mind. If he wanted to be succeful, like his father, and keep a family, he'd cut it out of his life. Allen, wanting to become a scientist, did. When he went into college at 18, he was drug free and had been for nearly a year. He lived up the college life. Learning. Drinking. Sleeping with women. And never doing drugs. He was at a party one day with a lot of illicit material, and illegal activity. Some of his very good friends were doing a lot worse drugs than pot. He begged them to stop and become like him, succesful and drugfree, but they wouldn't listen. The police crased the party, arrsting a lot of people. Several were put in prison, and were forced to become clean. His friends left prison new men and women. He came to admire the police, and joined shorty after his father and mother died of natural causes. He moved up the ranks quickly, commanding his own St Paul precinct after about ten years. He was offered participation in a special program. It doesn't have a lot of publicity, but is extremely importat to the survival of the world. Allen was intrigued and came to the informational meeting. The TPD (Temporal Police Department) offered him a job as long as he'd leave his entire life behind, it will be made public that he joined the FBI and was assigned to a obscure part of the organization that is very secretive. He accepted, knowing all his friends would be happy for him. Allen acepted, and joined the TPD.[/size]

[size=1]Well, my dear, first I think you should get me more information on that book so I can read it. And second you ened to explain what you mean by Continuous Creation and Linear Regression. I can only read into the names, and the conclusions I draw might not be correct, so I'm not going to reply until I have more info.[/size]

[size=1]Ok, this is a thread dedicated to questions and discussions about my newest RPG [b][url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=43744]'The God-Game"[/url][/b]. Anything is welcome. I'll probably edit this post a little later and add a few more things, such as timelines and some of the more profound changes of history. Until then. [b]EDITs-[/b] [u]Major Temporal Incursions (Part 1)[/u] The Preservation Of The Dinosaurs [list]Somewhere toward what was supposed to be the end of the Dinosaurs natural life on this planet, a group of Temporal Terrorists traveled back and stopped the meteor from hitting the Earth. The general theory of how is that they projected a Temporal Bubble into space, enclosed the meteor inside of it, and held it in place for a day until the Earth was out of it's path. After it was released, it passed by, not harming the Earth in the slightest. The resulting changes were that man and Dinosaur coexisted for a few hundred million years, completely changing the evolution of mankind. They became more of a scavaner than a hunter, and therefore their leg power increased, their survival center of the brain grew hugely, and when the Temporal Police woke up the next morning, they were in a world very similar to early Rome, only much more brutal. Their temoporal watchs still read mid 22nd cenutry, but the evolution of man had started extremely late. They traveled back several times to catch the ones responsible and after almost a year of searching pulled it off.[/list] The Assasination Of Caligula [list]Romes most disgusting and mentally disturbed ruler was murdered as a child when a Christian Faction traveled back to prevent him from ever rising to power and doing all the extremely sinful things he did. The 'inventor' of Vomitoriums, Orgys, and many other un-Christian things was killed and the resulting reprocussions left the entire world in the Roman grip. The Temporal Police awoke in a modern-day Rome, coplete with early automobile technology and microchips. The current emporer was named Marius amd ruled the vast Roman empire with a very Caligula-esk way. The world was one big bordello. The Temporal Police righted this one in less than a week, righting history again.[/list] The Destruction Of The Declaration Of Independence [list]A radical group of anarchists infiltrated a government facility and used the time device to travel back to the signing of the Declaration of Independence. They murdeed all the founding fathers and burned the document. The world changed in an instant to a chaotic warstricken place. Everyone was constantly at war with everyone else. Nuclear weapons. Atomic bombs. Hydrogen bombs. Nuetron bombs. Utonium bombs. Everything was used against everyone. The Tepmoral Police lost one of their own on that mission. Since they're removed from the normal flow of time, once they die, they can't be found again. In any time frame. They eventualy found the anarchists and 'unknotted the string'.[/list] More to come later.[/size]

[size=1][list]"Who's to say I'm not God? Whatever I want I get. Whatever I dream becomes a reality. Whatever I do is looked upon as divine. The world is mine to save." -Michael McKline[/list] [list]?Michael McKline was admitted to an asylum on December 18, 2054. During the period of 2030-2053, McKline murdered a total of seventy people in the name of salvation, believing himself to be God. He "accepted their sins and sent them to my [McKlines] domain, heaven." He felt no remorse. He felt no pity. All that he did feel was infinite omnipotence and a duty to save. He killed to save the souls of those he deemed, dirty. ?His methods were cruel at best. McKline would capture the victims using a kind of illegal nueral suppressant to knock out the victim. He'd transport the person to his home, via a large van, and chained them to a cement wall in his basement. For the next week to a month, he'd feed them only enough to survive on. He brainwashed them, constantly giving sermons to the nature of him being God, and the only p[ath to salvation was to be killed by him. He would whip them, burn them, cut off pieces of their bodies and feed it to them, scald them with boiling hot water, impale them with hundreds of acid-tipped needles, until they begged him to kill them, to save them, to liberate them from the accursed flesh they were imprisoned in. "I remember most clearly a Mrs. Dianne Laine. I preached to her for nearly a month and a half." He laughs. "She could not understand that I was her God, here to educate and illuminate her. She even broke free once." He pulls up his sleeve to reveal a large jagged scar. "Cut me with a fork she did. I had to damn her for that. The first true commandment, is thou shall not dispute thy God. I injected her with an acid compound that ate her sinful flesh from the inside out." He shakes his head. "She's with Lucifer now." ?On December 25, 2054, McKline disappeared from the asylum he was in. He had been locked in a windowless, ventless room. He was fed oxygen through a small hole no larger than a centimeter across. The security video shows him there one minute, and gone the next after a blinding blue light rips across the screen. Officially, the case is still open, but no one really expects to find him.[/list] -July 13, 2157, Temporal crimes have been on the upswing. Since the invention of time travel, something supposed to be used strictly for historical observance, there have been several alterations of history. There are few records of actual history that remain. Those are locked in temporal chambers and exist outside of time, therefore they cannot be changed by the alterations made. The ones we know about are the extinction of the dinosaurs was prolonged several million years, allowing for partial primate evolution, and the coexistence of he two for several hundred thousand years until there was a plague that killed all the large dinosaurs off. Hitler was assassinated as a child by an extremist Jewish faction that stole the technology. They eluded the police somewhere into post Ramsus Egypt. A group of terrorists got a hold of some of the technology and used it to go back and destroy several very important religious figureheads of the late 20th century. Several more have been committed, but no one is sure what they are yet. A group of individuals has been injected with a dose of temporal nano-machines. They give off an anti-temporal signal, removing them from the proper flow of time. They are unaffected by the changes. It's their job to track down the terrorists and interrogate them to find out what changes they've made, and fix them. For nearly twenty years, they worked, fixing history and preserving the present. They had it nearly complete. Michael McKline was stolen from his cell by a cult dedicated to the worship of him and founded by a past 'disciple' of his, the only one that ever got away, or was he set loose? The man, Dennis Alecsen, founded a cult in the year 2060. It grew and grew until someone got the big idea to go and steal him with a time machine. It worked, he was removed from his time and transported into the future, 2136. Michael McKline died in the year 2156. His mind was preserved and hooked up to what his cultists deemed the "God-Game". He exists in a world of his own design. Anything he can imagine, he gets. During the time he was with the cult, several members were instructed to go to different spots in time and wait. Time [i]is[/i] relative. When he died, they were instructed to act and carry out their terrorism, completely messing up history again. If they remove the mind, it dies. The only thing the 'Time Police' can do it hook themselves up to the machine and interrogate the man from the inside. The world is made to be made. Anyones mind can affect the world, but McKline has had control for so long, it's almost complete. The going will be very tough, but they have their training, and their minds. ??? [b]Name-[/b] [b]Age-[/b] 25-50 [b]Appearance-[/b] A picture will do, but nothing anime-ish. [b]Bio-[/b] ??? A very simple signup. I don't want anyone to spend too much time on theirs. This game is going to take place in a kind of constantly shifting environment. One time it might be a medieval period and the next a world in nuclear winter. It will use a chapter system, but everyone will be in play at all times. The chapters will separate the changes in the world. Everyone will be playing the part of a "Time Cop". Thanks. Questions are always welcome, but I'm going to make an Underground thread probably tomorrow.[/size]

[size=1]Just curious Kane, if you don't get as mahy people as you hoped for are there going to be NPCs as, say second Guardian, or is it going to just be left out?[/size]

[size=1][b]Corey-[/b] "Man..." Corey was crouched under a tree holding his stomach and trying his best not to vomit. The run had definitl hurt him in some pretty major ways. He wasn't used to such rigorous activity,and his body seemed to hate him for doing it. He ached. He was stiff. His vision blurred with every pulse of his pounding head. His muscles burned with every beat of his heart. A sudden saltyness filled his mouh and he dropped to all fours, reliving the breakfast that seemed like it was eaten a million years ago. He stopped vomitting and wiped the cold sweat off of his arms. It felt like slime coated his body. He was shaking. His body tremored from head to toe. His eyelids seemed unusually heavy, so they closed. Corey slumped back into the grass and passed out. ??? [i]Sorry for the unusually short post, but I'm due at the dentist in less than half an hour.[/i][/size]

[size=1]Allen wiped the rain from his eyes as he stepped into the hotel office. the light was bright and the temperature warm. [b]Matthew-[/b] "Allen McGrath. What brings you back this way so soon? Thought you'd been here not more than a year ago." He shook the hotel managers hand and smiled as he took his dripping coat. "I'll get this cleaned and dried, along with anything else you want." [b]Allen-[/b] "Thanks Matt. I know it's a little early for me coming around again, but I was in the area. Might as well, right?" Their eyes met. Allen knew the man didn't approve of what he did, and being one of the handful that did didn't help either. Still, he came every few years, pair well, tipped great, and never damaged anything other than the occasional dirt stain. The mood lifted and Matt smiled at him. [b]Matt-[/b] "What room do you want Allen? We're completely vacant. It's not exactly prime tourist season." Allen shrugged. [b]Allen-[/b] "How about 43?" Fourth floor, third room. Matt smiled and handed him a card key. Allen smiled back and handed Matt the debit card he fished out of his pocket. [b]Matt-[/b] "Hey, spiffy. Nice to see I'm not the only oldie that's moved on to the technological age." He swiped the card and rang it up. "How long are you going to be staying?" [b]Allen-[/b] "How long is the storm supposed to last?" Matt shrugged. "Just give me two days and you can charge more if I stay longer. Give everyone on your staff a hundred bucks too, you guys are the only people that remember me constantly." He smiled when he thought of the people over in the Vatican frowning when they saw seven or eighthundred bucks as tip in Salem. "Keep me posted if anything funky happens, ok?" [b]Matt-[/b] "Well there's a bunch of tourist kids trapped somwehere east of here in a building, we're going to go over there and give em a hand in moving into this hotel later. You wanna help?" Allen nodded, kids deserved more than a wood floor to sleep on. [b]Allen-[/b] "Yeah, for sure. Just give me a ring. when you're ready to go."[/size]

[size=1]Corey rolled onto the grass, gasping for air. He never liked to run, always prefering to take things rather slowly and peacefully. His lungs felt like bursting. [b]Corey-[/b] "Fuck this... I'm quitting..." Aria leveled a stare at him that could have brought down a house. [b]Aria-[/b] "No way. You're going with the rest of this team. Besides, we can't win if you're not there." Corey placed his hands on his fast moving chest and shook his head. [b]Corey-[/b] "No... Not that... I smoke rolled cigarettes... Tobbacco... My pouch is back at the villa... With my rolling papers..." He gave a little more effort into getting his breathing under control and won a slight victory. He stopped breathing raggedly and started in a more uniform fashion. "God damn..." Aria shook her head and. [b]Alan-[/b] "Get up, man." Corey nodded and got up slowly. The others started marching again and he fell in line, trying to keep his mind off of his lungs and legs. He thouht how much he'd like a nice smoke right now, and immediately put it out of his mind. He knew he wasn't really going to quit, but the thought was a good one. Corey turned his thoughts to the other team. A lot of interesting people were on it. A lot of interesting people were on his too, more than half of which he didn't know the names of. He'd definitly have to make a habit of introducing himself. Sure he was an oddball but that didn't mean that people hsould think of him as a shut-in. Corey rubbed a hand on his chest and sighed mentally. He wished he could be back on the roof, inhaling the sweet night air. It would be a welcome thing tonight. He wiped sweat from his eyes and thought of Beth. She was nothing if competitive. She'd gotten her team out very early while they'd been either sleeping or eating. Definitly admirable. Corey let a smile creep onto his face. He definitly like her.[/size]

[size=1][b]Name:[/b] Lévas Õau (think Owww) [b]Age:[/b] 23 [b]Sex:[/b] Male [b]Homeworld:[/b] [i][u]Veritos[/u][/i] [list]Veritos is a very small planet when compared to most of the other in the Ancients vast empire. The diameter of the planet is only about 2,500 miles across (4000 kilometers) and has an unusually cool climate. The average temperature is somewhere in the neighborhood of 44 degrees ferinheight (7 celcius). Plantlife is very hearty considering the coolness of the planet. The atmosphere is extremely thick, not letting a lot of heat in from the blue sun. Snow is normally found on the ground throughout all the seasons, even if it melts during the day. Veritos is one of the leading raw material manufacturers of the entire Ancient empire. Their outer mantle is composed of almost 30% naquadria. They mine it with all the care of a mother with a newborn child. Everyday they barely scrape out fifty lbs. of the stuff. But it adds up. Every pound of naquadria they take out is replaced by another element with nearly the same mass, so that the mass of the planet isn't disturbed. Extreme longterm effects are still unknown, but nothing has happened since they began mining just under a thousand years ago.[/list] [b]Position:[/b] First Engineer or First Physician [b]Appearance:[/b] [url=http://www.math.hawaii.edu/~dale/board/ryan.jpg]Lévas[/url] [b]Personality:[/b] Lévas is a very compassionate person. He'll go out of his way to help someone or to keep the peace. When it comes to a job, he will never stop until it's finished. He usually puts others needs in front of his own, but like everyone he still has the twang of self preservation. He can take orders and give them out, as well as being stict if he needs to, though he doesn't enjoy it much. Lévas, from an early age, developed a barrier of doubt in his mind. He knew he could do the things, but never exactly felt that he could do them to the standards of perfection, which is what everything should be done as. [b]Biography:[/b] Lévas grew up in one of the remote mining outposts of Veritos. He was trained in his fathers craft as an engineer from the moment he was old enough to hold the tools. By eight he was working in the pits with his father full-time, and learning almost everything he was allowed to on a daily basis. He mastered the crystal technology of the ancients by nine, and also had a fair knowlegge of healing. At ten years of age, he was approached with the offer of being one of several saviors to their race. He had heard rumors of the disease, and even comprehended it fairly well, but to know how incredibly bleak the situation had gotten shocked him to his core. Lévas accepted and joined the other children in deliberation of where their sleeping place would be. They came to the conclusion and were put into hybernation. He was afraid. Most of all he didn't want to lose his family, but there were more important things than his wants at stake. But... He didn't know if he could do it... ??? I'd like to point out that I'm rather dissapointed with my bio. I feel it's too short, but with only eleven years of life, most of which was spent in a mine shaft, I doubt it could be drawn out any longer without cramping the quality of it significantly. Kane, I doun't think you should judge anyone on their bios very harshly in the RPG. It's something that's very hard to do considering that memories start somewhere around age four or five.[/size]

[size=1]A great compilation of artists is a package called: [b]This Is Trance vol. 3[/b] a three disk set. Trance music is a favorite of mine. While not exactly the type of ambiance-heavy amusic you described, it is very different and has at least 30 differant artists. It retails at about $18.00 U.S. I'm not sure where to find it in stores, I only saw it at one and scooped up that copy very fast. I'm sure you could find it online though. The three CD's are: [b]d(bass)d vs Decoding Jesus A Voyage Into Trance Candy Ravers United[/b] That's all I have to offer, hope it helps.[/size]

[size=1][i]Jesus fucking christ, Sparrow. It's a fucking game. My character views life in a slightly dark fashion, being removed from most of the creature comforts of childhood. If you saw some guy in a coffee shop flirting with most of the girls there, wouldn't you think he was after something a little more than coversation? Cool the hell down.[/i] ??? Corey had long since walked away from Malcolm and into the house. Breakfast smelled rather good but he wasn't extremely hungry. He walked into the kitchen, glancing around to see which of the crowd was currently eating, and grabbed an apple out of the fridge. He'd have to chek later if they had oatmeal. Oatmeal was definitly one of the best ways to start the day. Corey waked back out of the kitchen and out of the house. The view and the air could never get tiring when you come from such a dirty place as the city. Metal and stone as far as the eye can see with the occasional square of green in from of some apartment building just didn't cut it. He walked a short way from the villa and sat under a tree. Corey looked sharply up as a branch snapped, his eyes wide with alarm. [b]Alan-[/b] "Oh... Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." The man sounded more reluctant to have been disturbed than to have disturbed someone. Corey didn't recognise he face. [b]Corey-[/b] "I don't think we've met." He jumped, grabbed ahold of a branch and scampered up the tree, and shool the others hand. "I'm Corey." His eyes widened. [b]Alan-[/b] "You're on my team!" Corey gave him a questioning stare. "We have a challenge today in the village. You're on my team aswell as a bunch of others I don't know." [b]Corey-[/b] "Hmmm... Well, glad to meet you... I haven't got your name yet." [b]Alan-[/b] "Alan! I'm Alan, sorry." Corey shrugged and jumped down from the tree, accidently sprawling in the grass. He stood quickly up and gave Alan a look. "Graceful." Corey did his best impressin of a snobbish person. [b]Corey-[/b] "Always." He walked back toward the house to change. He smelled like roof still.[/size]

[size=1]Corey opened his eyes to a shine of blazing sun. He half yelped and half groaned as he rolled over and got a facefull of roofing shingles. [b]Corey-[/b] "Oh shit..." He sat up, very cautiously, and realized he had fallen asleep on the roof of the villa. A spot on the roof looked damaged. He'd probably did it sometime during the night, shiftin into a better position. God... He'd been lucky not to fall off. "Really lucky..." He stood up, stretched, and ambled over to the rain gutter. "Guh..." It never really occured to him how incredibly high he'd climbed last night. It was going to be rough going down. He sat and dangled his feet off the edge, regaining some of his sleep destroyed wits. Yesterday had been interesting, if not a little annoying at times. Looking back on it, he thought he might actually have a bit of fun here. The Connor guy seemed a little quiet, but probably pretty fun to be around when you got to know him. Drake was extremely horny, but didn't seem too bad. Charles, dispite being an obvious richboy, could be interesting. His mind drifted back to the kitchen. He was a little hungry, but that wasn't really what he was thinking of. The girl that was in the den, Beth had been her name, was... Nice. He remembered how short he had been with her and frowned. She was very pretty. He actually felt kinda bad for the way he had acted towards everyone yesterday. Spending too much time with someone he hated had a way of pissing him off, and probably anyone else too. If only he could have convinced the school he didn't need a chaperone to the place. He'd signed the papers. He'd given everyone his cell number, but didn't plan on turning it on. He'd done everything to ease the mind of the people that cared so they wouldn't bother the shit of out him constantly. He'd have to make some appologies. [b]Corey-[/b] "Man... This is way to high to be in the morning." He stopped, thought about the accidental drug inuendo he just said and started climbing down the gutter, laughing a little.[/size]