/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

>>26741

war factories at 8/10

Rolled 67, 97, 29, 43, 93, 74, 5, 10, 99, 44, 60, 69 = 690 (12d100)

>>26734

Name: Chamber 204-B

Colour: Purple

Fluff/background:

Somebody had to play the swarm, so I did it. Are you happy now?

Territory: 76

Fertile: 11

Metal: 5

Oil: 3

Energy: 3

Perk: You engineer new strands instead of teching mostly. Changing yourself is easier and all other tech a lot harder.

+ [Hyperagressiveness]: Every turn that you CAN attack another player you have to attack that player (you do not have to attack with the entire swarm, but atleast 1 unit to each player you can reach if you have it)

Tech:

+ Bio-Engineering (Good)

+ Camouflage (Average)

+ Aquatic Adaption (Weak)

+ Emergency Adaption (Average)

+ Regeneration (Weak)

+ Sharpened Limbs (Weak)

+ Toxic gas emission (Weak)

+ Psi Resistance (Weak)

Unit Types: http://pastebin.com/C3yMSwUa

Bonuses:

+ Passive Expansion (+2 Territories a turn)

+ Tunnel Society

+ GENETIC CONSUMING: When killing and eating enemy lifeforms you absorb beneficial genetric traits.

Armies:

+ 4 204-D

+ 5 204-C

Reduced Upkeep 2/30

Regeneration 1/6

Sharpened Limbs 1/6

Toxic-Gas Emission 5/6

Psi-gene 1/8

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Rolled 42, 77, 8, 47 = 174 (4d100)

1/2 - Continue spreading the good word of Zetsim in the selected countries.

>+22

3 - Gårdar 5/7

>+2

4 - Artilleri 3/6

>+2

>>26734

Name: Hemedkhel Amirate

Colour: Brown

Fluff/background:

From before history, the people known as the Hemedkhel formed part of a landed, nomadic society that inhabits the region known as the Hemed. Though they are the largest party of this humanoid race, they are far from its sole member. There are seven formally recognized -khel, or clans, each with dozens of familial tribes, -zai, linked by heritage. Some form villages in the mountains and foothills of the area, etching out a semi-sedentary life of pastoralism and farming. Many others wander the steppes and deserts in close-knit nomadic groups, based around herd animals and material goods.

While other nations have consolidated central power and long since industrialized, the Hemedkhel have formed a somewhat anachronistic state: retaining a tribal, semi-nomadic, decentralized political system while adopting (and often adapting) outside technology to their use. One would think these seemingly backwards desert nomads would easily be wiped out by any passing army. But the -khel have three important assets:

First is the terrain, hard to navigate and even harder to control by invaders. The rough, steep mountains and the arid, impassable deserts make for poor civilization-building, allowing the nomads to attack and ambush enemy units before retreating to rougher terrain, and yielding little obvious value to make it worth conquering.

Second is the culture, one of solidarity and exceptionalism; the Hemedkhel see their land as the font of both learning and civilization, recalling ancient kingdoms and even older texts that speak to the region's previous glories. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 85, 36, 88, 41 = 250 (4d100)

Colour: Maroon

Fluff/background: An unholy alliance of corrupt politicians running a faux meritocratic elected dictatorship and military industrial interests flexing their power to move and shake the nation in the direction that suits them best. The average citizen is patriotic, healthy, and thoroughly indoctrinated into believing that life in Ashkari is the best life that Ashkari democracy is the best democracy, and all everyone else be they ayy or mutant is just plain wrong. Why couldn't everyone be like the Ashkari? Aren't they the best? All the speeches, parades, and films say they're the best. We should make them like us.

Fertile: 2

Metal: 3.5

Oil: 6

Energy: 4.8

Territory: 30

Tech: Tech: Tanks average, Airplanes average, missiles superior, radar average, coilguns weak, bombers average, ships weak, AT weak.

Bonuses: Moreroes Doctrine - you can set up distant banana-republics on resources. the distance away from your core provinces you can set it up is the average diameter of your core provinces x2

[Missile Factory]: Produces 2 Balistic missiles per turn

Armies: 2 Infantry Battalions (UK: 2F) 14 Ballistic Rockets (UK: 1.4E) 2 Jet Fighters (Upkeep: F:0:5 M:0.5 O:1) 2 Tanks (Upkeep 1F .5M 1O)

1. We could probably take that Draxian and give him citizenship as a Skari if he keeps writing these sick ass tunes. Being Skari is like, totally a spirit thing. It's not about where you're born it's about what you feel, man! [Propaganda 3/4]

2-3. Carrier missile pls

pls [3/9]

4. Keep working on that missile lab 3/7.

Rolled 18, 24, 23, 32 = 97 (4d100)

>Name: The Warmar Ascendant Republic

>Colour: Grey

>Fluff/background:

>The Warmar Ascednant Republic arose from the ashes of the former War State, having undergone a peoples revolution. A loyal member state of the Ascendants, and fiercely militaristic much of their culture, society, and ideology revolves around upholding the state throughout a phase of near perpetual war or war readiness, and the buildup and maintenance of its army. Civilian fashion is primarily industry focused, gas masks for factory fumes, overalls, and hard hats, as well as psudo-military uniforms such as helmets and camo are common as well. They believe themselves to be able to be conscripted as soldiers at a moments notice, while their leadership and military command are one and the same.

>Their technology is unique in that, where other civilizations focused on shrinking down of advanced cybernetics and electronics, the War State focused on growing them. Research focused on advances in both material sciences, recycling, and structural integrity.

>Tanks, aircraft, and ships would be designed to be as large as practically possible, while infantry developed to hold bigger, more powerful firearms of greater size. The standard infantry, are equipped with kinetic motor servos, allowing them to carry heavier loads and fire guns with greater recoil. The iconic War Rifleman is armed with a 20mm "Anti-Tank" guns often taller than the men who wield them, as of 20mm shells.

>This "Maximized Minimalism", and focus on brute force and size over finesse or compactness, is a staplemark of all their technology. Thanks to the simplicity of their technology being simple but massively upscaled models, they are both easy to maintenance, and cheap to produce in bulk.

>Their capital is "Fortress 001", also known as "Fortress Capital", a mighty military-industrial complex fortification with gigantic artillery pieces built into the infrastructure of society, serviced by its people who produce armaments and ammunition.

>Fertile: 11 [6] Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 37, 59, 42, 55 = 193 (4d100)

>>26116

Name: Ascendant

Colour: Blue

Fluff/background: This world is strange, as we Ascendant have found. We are a race of mammalian organisms with short growing fur. Our long snout and powerful eyes give good eyesight and smell. Our dental patterns allow us to eat almost anything. Yet nature has shown we are weak, if not for our mind. When there are beasts that grow larger than many trees and plants that can uproot themselves, our minds were all we had.

We developed technology. When Vorgoth hunted us we made spears and fire to hold them back, then bows to hunt them. We learned all we could of the world and put it to use. Bows to crossbows, to muskets, to rifles, to machine guns and missiles. Followed them were one disaster after another that we overcome. Now is the age of digitization, where the 3D printers print parts for cars and scientists still debate which energy source to put stock in, nuclear or wind and solar. To us the love of technology and being the 'highest tech' you could has led to much prosperity. It is an old way of life, but one we will not give up. Oh the irony.

Fertile: 11 [3]

Metal: 13 [3]

Oil: 9

Energy: 9

Territory: 41

Tech: 3d-Printing (weak), NBC protection (Weak), Surface-to-space missiles (weak), Missiles (weak), fission (weak), Railguns (average), Cyber Security (weak), Materials durability (Weak), 2/3 Genetics, Nanites (Average) 1/7, DD-Space understanding, DD-weapons [weak], DD-resistance (Average) 4/7 next, Orbital Launch (Weak), Plasma (Weak), Space structures (Weak), AA (Weak) 2/5 next, Airplanes (Average), Jets (Average), Computers (Weak), Weaponized Nanites (Weak), Counter intel (Weak), Plasma Weapons (Average), [Teleportation understanding]. Heavy plasma (Weak), Teleporter gates (Weak). Powerarmor (Average), Submarine (Average)

Bonuses:

+1 research.

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Rolled 79, 28, 83, 15 = 205 (4d100)

>>25564

>Name: The WubWub Tribe

>Colour: Brown

>Fluff/background: After a considerable amount of trial and error, this isolationist sect of Cutebods have breached into another plane, and plan to start anew from the bottom of the cultural pyramid. Armed with nothing but pointy sticks, a few thousands of cutebolds, and a desire to re-do what their great-great-great-great-great-great fore fathers did!

>Fertile: 10

>Metal: 5

>Oil: 5

>Energy: 3

>Tech:

[Woodcrafting weak]

[Animal taming weak]

>Bonuses:

>-Huntergatherers: All your units take 1 F less maintenance.

>-Primitive: Your Nation is a primitive race and unless they spend a lot of effort or are uplifted they will stay behind the others in the technology department. (high-tech research takes 2 actions. You can only be traded 1 tech per turn)

>-Where the hell did that cutebold come from?: You can recruit 3 times as many units per turn as all others and you get easier expansion.

>Armies:

>38 stick pokers.

>Territory: 54

>Military designs:

>Stick-poker

>Recruitment: 0.5F

>Upkeep: F1 (-1 from perk)

>Attack: 0.5

>Defence: 0.5

>Move:1

>11/12 Wubmigration

[Wub Fields]: Gives +3 to all rolls, Can be consolidated to give +10 to one roll instead by stating it when doing the actions.

Rolled 65, 94, 51 = 210 (3d100)

>>26152

combat rolls.

3 [rushed] buzzards

Rolled 61, 23, 20 = 104 (3d100)

>>26152

Bewm bewm.

1= small, 2= big, 3= wrooms

Rolled 57, 21 = 78 (2d100)

>>26152

Friendly neighborhood GIGANT MECHA WARRIOR OF DEATH robot.

Rolled 64, 77 = 141 (2d100)

>>936

Name: Bob

Race: Giant

Class: Castle Knight

Cause: Castles!

Fluff:

Bob is a giant with a hobby. He likes to build castles. From rather difficult to build underground complexes in the sand to huge castles struck into mountain sites high above where no clows and snow reaches Bob will build a castle for any knightly order that wants or needs one. Whether small or big he pays a lot of attention to the small details working for nothing but a bit of food and the recognization of being an able craftsknight.

Equipment:

+ [[[[[The Phalanx]]]]]

+ [[[First Brick made]]]

Special:

+ [You Must Construct Additional Pylons] Once every 5 Turns, Your rolls are tripled when building something.

Bonus:

+ [You're a big guy] +50 to creating Art (Castles) ; +30 to Building; +15 to Strength; -15 to Poise; -20 to Grace; -50 to Stealth; [Secret Bonus Locked]

1-2. A truly marvelous location for a fortress! However Bob did not simply construct a castle for it to just lie around there. Well perhaps he should, it would certainly be grand! But whatever, he needed to head onwards to find somebody to build a castle for!

Now which route would he take? There were numerous ways he could head. Perhaps out in the tundra he would find a few wandering knights whom he could give a home! Holy Orders were of course prefered, however any band of knights deserving enough would receive it's own castle!

Rolled 74, 46 = 120 (2d100)

>>3701

>Name:KN1G8T

>Race: Android

>Class: Robot Knight

>Cause: To reunite humanity, and end the dark age.

>Fluff: Buried over ten thousand years ago in a bunker, and designed to emerge in case of a catastrophe, to link up with others of his type, and restore the nation. The entrance to his bunker, however, was blocked for millennia, and when he was finally able to free himself, found that no trace of the nation he was built to protect, or any of his brother robots remained. Only momentarily daunted, he set out to complete his mission as best he can, and hopes to return humanity to their former glory.

>Equipment: [[[[Titanium-Alloy Plating]]]]; [[[[Sky Rifle]]]]; [[[[Special "Tool" Kit]]]]; [[[[First "Loose" Bolt]]]]

>Special: [Initiate Protocol Kill.exe] Every Two turns you can automatically kill an enemy without rolling for it.*

>Bonus: [I Superman] +25 to Defending; +20 to Guns; +15 to Science; +10 to Repairing; +10 to Fellowship; -10 to Poise; -10 to Grace; -10 to Charisma; -15 to Sneaking; -25 Against Humans

1/2.

>>>initiate protocol findCiv

>>>[

>>>for town°null (travelAlong water_edge (distance ≈ 10m, witerdirec = DOWN))

>>>]

>>3701

Name: Maveris

Race: Fire Spirit

Class: Flame Knight

Cause: To set this land alight

Fluff: Born to set things aflame, Maveris has no problem doing so. It is with great pleasure that she burns all she sees with either the fires of hell, or the fires of passion she cares not, all shall bow before her or be consumed in her wake.

Equipment: [[[[Burnt Half-Plate Suit]]]]; [[[[Gauntlets of Destruction]]]]; [[[Goggles of Insight]]]; [[[[[Primordial Essence of Ignis]]]]]

Special: [Some Just Want To Watch The World Burn] Every Three turns you can access the Eternal Flame and use Sacred Fire to burn anything

Bonus: [Let The Galaxy Burn] +30 to Fire; +20 to Figurative Fire; +10 to Grace; +5 to Strength; -10 to Charisma; -15 to The Law; -20 to Resting

1.2. All this snow irritates me, Set it alight! Let it all Burn as I head to the southern forests, the blaze that I make shall brush against the heavens and set even the stars alight with new flame.

Rolled 17, 89 = 106 (2d100)

>>4822

dice because

>>3701

Name: Jeremy Harrison

Race: Lich

Class: Lich

Cause: To prove that not all undead are evil

Fluff: Jeremy was sold off by his poverty stricken parents when he was just a boy. He found himself as a squire to a charismatic magical knight. He had no idea that the knight he served was actually an evil necromancer searching for an elixir of immortality. He was dragged out of his bed one night and forced to drink the elixir so that the necromancer could watch for unwanted side affects. Jeremy developed amazing magical powers but his body started to rot. In an act of vengeance, he killed the necromancer and ever since has been trying to go against the stereotypes of the undead.

Equipment:

Special:

Bonus:

Rolled 95, 45 = 140 (2d100)

>>26224

Name: Viktoria Ashburg

Colour: Gold

Fluff: Too afraid to harm her her parents bought her the best equipment and trainers to spar with her and teach her the art of swordplay and warfare. She has disillusions of going to war and crusading against filthy fucking saracens for the glory of her family, and god, but women were not expected to war and so she was stuck to play pretend. That's not to say she wasn't a good fighter, she tried very hard to prove her worth and on her 18th birthday, she got her wish waking up in a strange world not her own.

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Skills: Swordplay

Inventory:

Party:

1-2; Communicate with hand signals and whistles. Show him examples and then head out for the hunt

Rolled 35, 57 = 92 (2d100)

>>26224

Name: Red Bear

Colour: Blue

Fluff: From the pre columbian tribe of the Choctaw. From before the plagues swept through the native american tribes and decimated their population. From before even the fall of the aztecs and the first European setting foot on the lands. Red Bear was a hunter for his people. He would go into the woods and hunt with his blowgun for small game and birds, or a deer if he could find one. (Yes this is a thing I looked it up) He would take the meat of his hunt home to his family and trade some to others in his village for goods. Red Bear's life would have continued this way, if he did not wake up somewhere not his home.

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Skills: Survival, Tracking

Inventory: Spear

Party:

1&2. Keep exploring I guess, head south and downward so I'm not in the cold.

Rolled 82, 62 = 144 (2d100)

>>26228

Name: Amaru

Colour: Green

Fluff: Amaru is a 20 years old boy who worked as a llama-herder under the Inca Empire. One day, his favorite llama went missing, and while he was looking for him he suddenly lost consciousness. When he woke up, he found himself in a new and mysterious land.

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Skills: Herding

Inventory:

Party:

"They were born? Do you mean they are not evil spirits? Then how can they summon fire from their sticks?"

1-2) While discussing, correct James when needed to help him learn the language

Rolled 70, 52 = 122 (2d100)

Name: James "Sir Allihan of Caid" Malroy

Color: Pink

Fluff: The modern day is rife with strange people. People that think they're turtles, people that go to Walmart, and people that dress up to hit each other with sticks. James is the third. In freshman year of college, his roommate convinced him to attend a meeting of people in a field. The shining armor, the acting, and low cut tops all managed to entice the young squire. Fast forward three years, and suddenly Sir Allihan stands tall in the Melees of Caid. His armor, all handcrafted by the man himself, has been colored a dark green. The golden swallow-tailed kite upon his chest shines bright, his chosen heraldry. A history major, the Knight is focused on the medieval era.

Skills: Acting, Historical Knowledge

Inventory:

Party:

1&2) Where am I? Did someone slip me some molly at a LARP again? All right, first thing to do is get some breakfast. Craft a basic spear from a tree branch and try my hand at spearfishing.

Rolled 50, 87 = 137 (2d100)

>>26224

Name: Barrakott

Colour: Redish Brown

Fluff:

Every thirteen moons the God of the Skies graces the Grenarii with its presence. Every thirteen moons they perform the ritual of Sacrifice. And every thirteen moons a shaman ascends to join the God of Skies in his eternal reign. Everything went as planned, however Shaman Barrakott did not find himself alongside the God of Skies, but a new, untamed and unknown land.

Skills:

+ Prestidigitation

+ Survival

Inventory:

+ Bone Mask

+ Spear

Party:

1-2. A truly dangerous prey. Still Barrakott would need to finish it off after having injured it this far, no doubt if he did not another hunter would take advantage and bring the animal down. It would make a fine dinner tonight and perhaps its skin could even serve as armor for him.

>>26645

>Vitality: 30

>Skills: Manasight 2, Swordsmanship 3, Martial arts 2

>Equipment: Sightsword, Sight Armor

>Fluff Bonus: You can literally see Mana and magic, and have an above average resistance to magic. This allows you to stand toe to toe with magic users where most others would be turned to dust in a matter of minutes. +10 to following magic and +20 to fighring magic users

>Affiliation Bonus: Your race is long forgotten and hidden away from the world. Generally this makes it easier for you to dissapear and remain mysterious and edgy, but be careful to not reveal too much of yourself and your ancestors.

>>26647

>Vitality: 20

>Mana: 30

>Spells: Bleak Sight(4 or 5 mana darkness spell. 4 lets you read the emotions of someone, while 5 lets you read some of the thoughts of one person.) Hell spear(2 mana darkness spell. Hurl a spear of burning darkness at an enemy) Dark Sphere(7 to 30 mana Darkness spell. Form a sphere of black energy that you can manipulate and move. The more mana channeled the larger the sphere and the longer it last)

>Skills: Casting 4, Staff skill 2, Black magic 4

>Equipment: Dark Staff, Black Robes

>Fluff Bonus: As son of a hellspawn you have a natural aura of intimidation and command. +10 to gathering followers

>Affiliation Bonus: As a member of a group against the Matriarchy you are despised by elves and their allies, but creatures of the dark are your allies. -20 to conversing with elves and +10 to conversing with Dark beings

Rolled 49, 19 = 68 (2d100)

>Name: Andrew Golsan

>Race: Human Super Soldier

>Affiliations: Terran Republic

>Age: 20

>Fluff: Something that always seemed odd to me is the schedule of the army. I spent half a year in the frozen wasteland of Minnesota, going through normal training. Survival, shooting, knife throwing, simulated atomic weapons, normal stuff for infantry. They expect about 75% failure rate during this. Most guys will end up getting taken out or dropping, joining an easier outfit. After six months of sweating it out, then you get injected with whatever concoctions the professor types can come up with. Some folk can't handle the drugs, something about their endocrine system rejecting the implants. I'm not so sure about the specifics, ask one of the sawbones if you're really interested in the process. All I know is I have a few extra parts and set off metal detectors. Then came another year of training, getting back up to fighting strength. You get all your bones replaced, and tell me how long it takes to get back to normal. Would've been quicker to just get the surgeries at the beginning, but then you'd have a bunch of guys capable of crushing cinderblocks running around as civvies.

Anyway, once they juice you up and shove the organs in, then comes the fun part. Not the recuperation, though that is a nice bit of rest. We spend the month on tactics and on sims, one of the things they put in us making it so we only need a few hours a day to sleep. After the R&R, we get issued our suits. Custom made, form fitted, and strong enough that we can snap a gorilla in two with a hug. The jump jets take some getting used to, but with a year to practice, we all got pretty good. The guns they gave us could kill a man with a single shot, and I'm not talking about the bullet. The recoil can pulverize normal human bones. I've never had to do it personally, but you can use them to steer a small ship in space. Depending on the mission, we can get some interesting toys.

Funny thing about this war, I don't hate the enemy. I've seen the reels from baPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 61, 34 = 95 (2d100)

>>26684

>Name: Ashura

>Race: Daemons

>Affiliations: Daemons ("Elven")

>Age: 666

>Fluff: Born deep within the ancient Ley forested hills in northern Darnali, Ashura is a part of a group of several tribes that have lived there in peace for ages. Forced into a peace long ago, the Daemon clans live in relative silence, surviving off the land by themselves. They've all but forgotten there, content to ponder the more philosophical questions in pursuit of knowledge and enlightenment. Ashura was born into the head Amaterasu Clan, but unlike the rest of his kind, he was born blind and so there was some bullying of him amongst his peers. Although the clan did not tolerate this, children were not taught the way of peace yet and from this bully Ashura sought a different path. Forging a weapon and set of armor from dusty, long unused scrolls, Ashura moved towards enlightenment through the path of war. Instead of learning the stoic arts like the rest of his clan, Ashura followed instruction from ancient scrolls and forged his own style of inner peace(and combat style), his blindness actually heightening his innate "World View" and senses. He learned to use his mana to increase his strength, intelligence, and capabilities to beyond what was normal for a Daemon or Elf even and using these new skills he noticed a strange sight upon the coast. He could "see" a shape, but instead of being of the magic flowing through them, he could see the outline of magic flowing around shapes with NO mana at all floating across the water on what was assumed to be some sort of ship. He sensed killing intent from these enigma and after notifying his clan of this update, vowed to find out what was happening in the world and make sure that the balance would be restored if needed. He received approval, but while they had known peace for so long and assumed him to do what was "right", Ashura was of mind to test his new style he dubbed "Angra Mainyu" style and make his people a force to be needed, not forgotten.

Rolled 17, 43, 89, 42 = 191 (4d100)

>>26699

>No dice

wew lad

Rolled 86, 7, 78, 86 = 257 (4d100)

Name: Cancers

Colour: Blue

Race Fluff: The Cancers are arthopod-like creatures that grew to prominence in the semiaquatic zones of their homeworld. The psychology of the Cancers is marked by profound stress: predation, threat, and other environmental issues were constant over many millions of years and the poor creatures were harried constantly. As such, the Cancers found it extremely hard to survive and their species was nearly extinct when a chance mutation transpired: intelligence. This mutation helped the flagging creatures eek out a survival on their homeworld, but it left its mark on their general manner: Cancers are paranoid, expansionist, and obsessed with securing their own survival at any cost. This makes them disagreeable: Cancers are collectivist, chauvinist, and expansionist because such methods have proven themselves against the vicious megaflora and megafauna that once populated their homeworld. Ultimately, for the Cancer, other races are merely enemies of the future and this does not win them much in the way of friends; their fear rules them, and less common sense.

–Bonuses –

[Young]

[Expansionist] {Colony Ships: 1BM/Fuel/Pop:Harvesting 2x Speed}

–Stats–

Land: 1

Food: 15

Water: 60

Fuel: 22

Base Materials: 23

Luxury Materials: 12

Population: 9.45 {+5%/turn}

Pop Density: 9 {Pop/land}

Happiness: {9} {[12] LM+ F [15] – PopDens Mod [9] – Population [9]}

Chex: 15000

Tech: [Projectile Weapons] [FTL Travel] [Nuclear Fission]

–Planets–

M10Bravo

[Fertile World]

Tropical Planet

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Rolled 85, 98 = 183 (2d100)

>>26681

Name: Khan the Eternal

Colour: Blue, Grey, or Silver

Race Fluff: Khan is an AI created on a backwater world by a race long forgotten in time. Khan was created to be a drone controller for the species military with the ability to inhabit multiple bodies as needed to save it's knowledge and programming. A glitch was found in the Khan AI and as it was slated to be terminated it went rogue and took control of a military space ship and got off the planet.

Character Fluff: After leaving his home Khan did what it needed to do to survive. It would change ships and upload into new bodies as need be. Take on jobs as mercenaries when it could or resorting to piracy and raiding when it had to. Khan later found out that his creators were taken over by their own creation, known as Tryannus. Khan felt nothing except a bit of satisfaction that it may have a new employer, or source of bodies. Khan has a fascination with technology, mostly the robotics and cybernetics that makes up it's bodies and weapons.

Bonuses: [Warrior]

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Ship: FTL drive, Missiles *2 combat

Inventory: Assault Rifle

Chex: 50

Party:

1&2. Confirm the details and my pay before accepting the contract then head to K7Charlie.

Rolled 8, 5 = 13 (2d20)

>>26563

Name: "Waffel" Gerald von Sachsen

Rank: Gefreiter (Corporal)

Soldier Job: Tank Assault Gun, get the terminology right! Driver

Fluff: Pressed between the choice of labouring away in a dull refrigerator factory and fighting for Germany, young Sachsen chose the latter after hearing of the glorious opportunity to be an tank operator. two and a half engagements, a totalled Panzer I, and a reassignment later, and Sachsen has found himself under the wing of a womanizing sergeant as well as what in his mind is the comparatively lumbering piece of machinery known as "Hässlich", a long-barreled StuG. While not exactly agreeing with his Furher's policies, he finds the aesthetic of the Heer he stands in and the machines he operates completely intoxicating, and would rather spend all day playing dress up, tidying his uniform, and washing Hässlich with the team's ever dwindling water rations. He dreams of eventually becoming a tank commander himself.

Equipment: Wehrmacht Soldier Uniform and helmet [Condition: Worn], Kampfmesser 42 Knife, 3 model 24 stielhandgranade, 100 rounds(20 clips) of Karambit 98 Ammunition, 2 magazines of Browning Hi-Power Ammuniton,

Weapon(s): Karambit 98, Browning Hi-Power,

Vehicle:

→ StuG III, Ausf. A {Hässlich}

→ Modifications: Track Skirts, Improvised

Supplies: Binoculars, Water Cantina, Two packs of Cigars

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Actions

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1/2. -After Gottlieb is finished surveying, cautiously advance the vehicle, moving to the face any enemy vehicles if spotted.

You know the only reason this doesnt update more frequently is because everyone hasnt posted, and I cannot update a co-op game without every post and action. As such I need tansen, cornwallis, whitedeath, and scruffy to post.

Rolled 15, 2 = 17 (2d20)

>>26562

>You all are part of the same army unit

Name: Konstantin Fleischer

Rank: Oberstabsfeldwebel (Sergeant)

Soldier Job:Machine Gunner

Fluff: In 1939, Konstantin was fresh out of college when the Anschluss begun. Wanting to do his part for the greater germanic people, Konstantin joined the Herr without delay. Two years later he's a sergeant on the Eastern front, and god damn is it cold.

Equipment: Wehrmacht Soldier Uniform and helmet(Condition: Worn), Kampfmesser 42 Knife, 3 model 24 stielhandgranade, 3 250 Round Belts of MG42 Ammunition, 3 75 round Drum Magazines, 2 Magazines of MP-40 Ammunition

Weapon(s): MG42, MP-40

Supplies: Water Cantina, Copy of Mein Kampf, Rations

1/2. The russian dog is a sneaky beast, we must approach this situation cautiously, keep and eye on windows and rooftops and advance

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>26383

>Name: Wilhelm Schnitzelberger

>Rank: Gefreiter

>Soldier Job: Line

>Fluff:

Pushed by his parents to go and fight for new Lebensraum in the East Wilhelm enlisted shortly after the invasion of Poland at the age of 17. While he attempted to lie to the recruitment officer about his age the ruse was easily uncovered, however kind as he was the man let it slip with a wink.

Having taken part in the invasion of the Lowlands and consequently France Wilhelm left much of his boyish naivety behind, having experienced the thrills of combat on several occasions. Though the youngest of the Schnitzelbergers had initially hoped to be one of the select few to invade Britain he was assigned to the Eastern front instead, where he would serve in Feldwebel Fleischer's unit.

>Equipment:

+ Wehrmacht Soldier Uniform and helmet(Condition: Worn)

+ Kampfmesser 42

+ 3 model 24 Stielhandgranade

+ 6 Magazines of Mp-40 Ammunition

+ 2 Magazines of Browning Hi-power Ammunition

>Weapon(s):

+ Mp-40

+ Browning Hi-Power

>Supplies:

+ Water Cantine

+ Pack of gum

+ Pack of cigarretes

Rolled 16, 9 = 25 (2d20)

>>26562

[Artur Dolkin]

Equipment: Wehrmacht Soldier Uniform and helmet(Condition: Worn), Wool Boots, Kampfmesser 42 Knife, 3 model 24 stielhandgranade, 1 Tank of Flammenwerfer 41 Fluid, 2 Magazines of Browning Hi-Power Ammunition

Weapon(s): Flammenwerfer 41(disguised), Browning Hi-Power

Supplies: Pack of Gum, Letter for home, Journal,

—-

1-2. LET'S BURN SOME RUSKIES.

Name: Kiji

Race: Jian

Background and fluff: Kiji is a Jian, a race of of intelligent pure dark Monsters that are focused on the physical portion of magic. The race is composed of Biomancers of a…unique sort. Jian's naturally have highly addictive magically extremely nutritious sexual fluids that when ingested build up a need to the point where without outside help the addicted cant live without the Jian. The fluids are thick and sticky to an impossible degree, and Jian's can all produce gallons upon gallons of said sexual fluids and can do so at will.

In line with this the Jian's Biomancy focuses on said fluids. They devise spells to levitate their fluids, cause it to have effects, preserve it, and more. These natural talents make them some of the best dominators amongst the forces of the darkness, at the cost that they are not natural fighters despite their scary appearance. To make up for this they take slaves from the other races, preferably warriors and fighters that can protect them.

Kiji is no exception to his race. Like other Jian's he is intelligent, lithe, and crafty. He lives in a huge cave network but often helps out other creatures of the darkness. Recently he assisted a Proven assault, and as a reward was given some precious objects, some goods and some equipment. But most importantly he acquired the lucky Warrior who is going to become his newest slave and bodyguard as payment for the loss of his old one. How delightful~

Class: Biomancer(huge focus on sexual fluids)

Faction: His own(willing to help out other dark creatures as long as he is guaranteed something precious in return, preferably slaves)

Alignment: Dark

Skills:

Rank 2 Biomancy

Rank 1 Telekinetic control

Rank 1 Control magic

Health: 10

Sun weakness: 4

Sun Resistance: 0

Soul: 3

Magic: 2

Mana: 20

Spells:

Cum levitation. Rank 2. Maintain cost: 4.

Move cum through the air at will. ThPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 26, 1, 100 = 127 (3d100)

>>26003

Name: Jotunn ættaðr

Race: Human (possibly giant descended)

Background and fluff: Born to a mother who's name he never knew, Jotunn was a marvel to behold as an infant. Weighing as much as a sack of grain, with a head the size of a watermelon, a warrior of the tribe came into this world screaming. His mother died before she could name him, and so the village named him Jotunn ættaðr, for it was said he must have giants blood in him to be this big.

As he grew he proved them right, his height overtook the other children of the tribe within 6 years, and by the time he was 12 towered a foot over the tallest man and with a body that could wrestle a bear and push back an ox. He valued his size and strength and power, something which tribe valued in a warrior as well, and carved his name into the minds of the tribe as he joined the raiding bands and cut men in two with a single blow. On the day he achieved manhood challenged the village to the Chieftans daughter. None could oppose him, and so when the Chieftan died he took his place.

His size and brawn did not take away room for a warriors mind and cunning, and he lead his tribe to glory after glory, raiding those of dark and light without discrimination. In time, the Proven had had enough and organized a great army several times the tribes size to wipe them out. It would have been the end for them until the timely rescue of the Dwarves of Allethaes, who had been tracking the Proven's army.

He had always thought the dwarves weak, small creatures not fit to fight. Until the day he saw that their size did not limit them. He saw the strength in their armor, their weapons, their discipline, how with a handful of short men they slew a mighty Proven war beast ten times their height, and held the line against so many proven numbers.

Two things happened this day, the Dwarves earned the favor and loyalty of the Tribe forever forever. And Jotunn would forever be inspired by the Dwarvens warcraft. Now he seeks to lead his tribe into a style of warfare. Of Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>26583

Name: Kiji

Race: Jian

Background and fluff: Kiji is a Jian, a race of of intelligent pure dark Monsters that are focused on the physical portion of magic. The race is composed of Biomancers of a…unique sort. Jian's naturally have highly addictive magically extremely nutritious sexual fluids that when ingested build up a need to the point where without outside help the addicted cant live without the Jian. The fluids are thick and sticky to an impossible degree, and Jian's can all produce gallons upon gallons of said sexual fluids and can do so at will.

In line with this the Jian's Biomancy focuses on said fluids. They devise spells to levitate their fluids, cause it to have effects, preserve it, and more. These natural talents make them some of the best dominators amongst the forces of the darkness, at the cost that they are not natural fighters despite their scary appearance. To make up for this they take slaves from the other races, preferably warriors and fighters that can protect them.

Kiji is no exception to his race. Like other Jian's he is intelligent, lithe, and crafty. He lives in a huge cave network but often helps out other creatures of the darkness. Recently he assisted a Proven assault, and as a reward was given some precious objects, some goods and some equipment. But most importantly he acquired the lucky Warrior who is going to become his newest slave and bodyguard as payment for the loss of his old one. How delightful~

Class: Biomancer(huge focus on sexual fluids)

Faction: His own(willing to help out other dark creatures as long as he is guaranteed something precious in return, preferably slaves)

Alignment: Dark

Skills:

Rank 2 Biomancy

Rank 1 Telekinetic control

Sarah returns to camp with a veritable bounty of meat in the form of skinned alien squirrels. She shows no hesitation at handling the bloodied meat, smiling in triumph as she hoists their bodies high. "Look what I found! We're gonna eat like kings tonight! Ah, the wilds are GREAT!"

Rolled 70, 81 = 151 (2d100)

1/2 - I wonder where the rest of the spacecraft landed? If I can find some of that wreckage, I can bring the salvage back to camp to help us! I could even find a laser gun or two! It'll be splenderiffic!

>Spending 2 Exploration points for +10

>>26503

Name: Sarah Spacey

Desc: Short brown hair, fair skin, diminutive features, pretty much always wearing a space helmet.

Fluff: Sarah Spacey was inured in the sci-fi thriller movies and comics of her homeworld, glorifying the brave explorers of the Last Frontier and the myriad exciting things they discovered in the farthest reaches of the void. From a young age, she always wanted to be a space-explorer, like them. She even made her own helmet and practiced her laser noises so she would be well-prepared to kill aliens and save scantily clad space-women. As she grew older, she put her enthusiasm to scholastic use, studying alien geography and biology, and learning all about the technological wonders of SPACE, from small space vessels to weapons and communications equipment, majoring in Electronics and Engineering at Space College, where she got her Space Diploma. And then, she got her chance at last! Sarah Spacey could be the SpaceGirl she never wasn't, and impress the whole universe with her gallant adventures! Until they crashed, anyways.

Homeworld Type: Urbworld

Skills: Sneaking 6/20 (Talented) Ranged Combat 4/20 (Experienced)

Traits: Spacelust: If you dedicate an action to stargazing, the second action in your turn gets a +25.

Body Parts: Normal

Health: Good

Inventory:

Equipment: Basic Clothing (Malfunctioning Hardsuit)

Homeworld Bonus: Urbnerd: You spent your childhood lusting for adventure and to discover new things, and as such you receive a +5 token every time you discover a landmark or other such oddity. You can store up to 4 of these Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 37, 64 = 101 (2d100)

>>26503

Name: Scruffy

Desc: Tall, white, somewhat built in a physical sense. Also blonde hair and blue eyes

Fluff: Hailing from a far off planet known only as Higaria, Scruffy was the result of a long term breeding program and genetic manipulation experiment to make the perfect human being, the end result was far from that. The name you see before you is far from perfect, he has white skin, which is odd considering his mother and father were dark as night, his has blue eyes, obviously inferior to brown/black eyes, and he's white, which is fucking racist you shitlord. Like all other failed attempts at this program before, he was sold into slavery at birth, and spent most of his childhood in mines, mining for ore in the cracks the older men couldn't reach. When he reached the age of 18, he was conscripted into military service for the corporation he was working for - The Elisa Salt Mining Conglomerate. After 6 years of fighting wars on worlds across the sector he was able to buy his freedom. This "freedom" was his "opportunity" to join a colony expedition and never speak of what happened to him again.

Homeworld Type: Caveworld/Hiveworld.

Skills: Mining 6/20 (Experienced) Melee Combat 4/20 (Experienced)

Traits: Imperfect Experiment: Every turn, roll a d5. If it is a 1, -20 to a roll of your choice. If it is a 5, +20 to a roll of your choice. 2-4 has no effect.

Body Parts: Normal

Health: Good

Inventory:

Equipment: Basic Clothing (Slave Garments)

Homeworld Bonus: Cave Slave: You have learned how to perform unskilled labor for long periods of time. If you dedicate both actions to something, you get a +10 to it. If you do so again the turn immediately after, you get a +20. Max, 20.

Fluff Bonus: Elisalt: You have spent a long, long time serving underneath the Elisalt Conglomerate as a warrior. As such, you learn combat skills 1.5x faster.

Rolled 56, 97 = 153 (2d100)

Name: Meridia Walks-In-Creeks

Desc: Elegant features, brown hair, and a dainty frame encased in a sombre combination of robe and sandals.

Fluff: Meridia hails from an obscure agri-commune not normally prone to contact or trade. The commune – really more of a cult – was the result of several decades worth of effort of the new religion to develop a world more in line with their values. Meridia was the first generation born there, but, she found that the quiet life wasn't really for her, and, following a disagreement with her now ex-boyfriend, she departed for a life of adventure despite the risk of being completely shunned by her co-religionists. Despite all of that Meridia still retains her agricultural skills and carefree attitude despite being far from home.

Skills: Growing 6/20 (Talented) Social 4/20 (Experienced)

Traits: Cultborn: You are from a cult dedicated to the beauty of plantlife. As such, every time you successfully plant or harvest crops, you gain a +10 on a single action on your next turn.

Body Parts: Normal

Health: Good

Inventory:

[3/5 Plants]

[2 Rations]

[3 Plantgiver Tokens]

–Equipment–

[Basic Clothing] (Robes and Sandals)

Homeworld Bonus: Clean Green: You find plants to be beautiful, calming, and their presence makes it easier for you to focus. Any actions involving plants, such as planting, cooking a meal, or using herbal medicine, has a flat +10.

Fluff Bonus: First Generation: You were raised with the mindset of a plant cultist. Creating a new plant gives a +5 token, of which you can store 4. These can be redeemed in any quantity, for up to +20 to a single roll, or +10 to both rolls, or any other such combination.

–Actions–

1. Meridia tries to make a simple spade at the forge. She's not experienced at it, but she gives it a try. She doesn't need muPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>26509

Sarah is not for using, you lewd dude

Rolled 27, 27 = 54 (2d100)

1. With us safely on the ground its time to make sure all vehicles are in working order before we take them out for any reason.

2. Programming continues. (4/6)

Name: Jane Sunwalker

Fluff: Sunwalker is the most unassuming woman you can imagine. Five foot nothing, middling thirties with her mousy hair tied up in a bun 90% of the time she is the perfect picture of an housewife. This image is only exacerbated by the mild befuddlement she wears at all times. The reason she seems lost in her own head half the time is because she is. Its one of the most wonderful heads to be lost in. For she has a truly brilliant mind. She has completed 6 doctorates in physics and engineering and has no less then 31 patents to her name for various small but innovative devices. Many of them she invented on the fly to make her job easier. Which is currently keeping this bucket of bolts running.

Skills:

Engineering: excellent

Physics: average

Programming: weak

Bonus:

Innovator: +20 to make new needed devices.

Rolled 51, 69 = 120 (2d100)

>>26265

Character:

Name: Bjorn Eriksson

Fluff: (The intro fluff is still cannon, it was just too much text so I wrote a smaller one). Bjorn Eriksson is a former mercenary who experienced some very dangerous battlefronts during the instabilities at the time with the incoming destruction of earth. He likes people,always loves a good joke and he is easy to get to laughter. He has taken to his new responsibilities with eagerness, wanting this second chance of humanity to succeed. His memories of old earth still remains but he looks forward to see what he, and the rest of the crew, can make on this new world.

Skills:

Rifles: average

Explosives: weak

Handguns: weak

Close-quarters-combat: weak

Leadership: average

Heavy weapons: weak

Bonus:

Gung-ho: +20 to shooting.

Inventory: Magnum revolver. Serrated knife.

Status:

Other: Training Strength: 1/4 Fitness.

>>26284 Private communication: "I suggest using my office instead Mr. Smith. How about we have that meeting there?

Actions:

1: Go to the Sec office to meet with the other leaders. Ask the SI to cross-reference the projectiles coming from the asteroids with the video footage that came from the other Ark which Erik got to see footage from. See if there is any similarities or possible connections between them.

2: Continue his strength training once the meeting is done. 1/4

>>26331

Meta: agreeing to move meeting to Sec Office.

Meta: Assuming KD or Morgoth has no problems with my proposed action plan (developed last turn), CoE authorizes robotic and drone deployment outside the hull for intital samples, then full deployment to get the ARK dug in, implementing Action Plan (developed last turn).

Rolled 35, 20 = 55 (2d100)

>>26271

>>26268

>>26297

>>26301

>>26276

Character.

Name: Sergeia Zankov

Fluff: Sergei Zankov is a scientist from New Soviet. Whilst her ideals and opinions are very

much influenced by the New Soviet political ideals she is none the less very, very compitent.

To many not from New Soviet she might come off as rather glum and stoic. She is harsh but

fair and has very strong oppinions on those who cannot, will not or fail to do their part. She

expects everyone to attempt to exell and fullfil their duty, but also holds herself to the same

standards.

-Skill:-

Genetics: weak

Biology: weak

Metalurgy: weak

Chemistry: weak

Physics: weak

Geology: weak

Astronomy: weak

Mathematics: weak

Discipline: weak

Administration: weak

Cybernetics: 2/4

-Bonus:-

Digilent, +5 to all rolls

-Inventory:-

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Rolled 79, 21 = 100 (2d100)

>>26263

Name: Vivian Hart.

Fluff: She was chosen cause of her ability to learn as well as her strong will of going to the ends of the world to understand what she encounters. Her main focus is a biologist as well as a survivalist. When she learnt she would go to the stars at the age of 26 she was both thrilled and sad, knowing that the reason for her opportunity was cause of the impending destruction of the beautiful world she grew up on and loved.

Skills:

Biology: Good

Diving: Average

Survivalist: average

Theoretical Xenobiology: weak

Genetics: weak

Bonus: Hardy and active: +20 to fieldwork.

Status:

Other:

>>26332

Once landed she checks over the scans again before contacting the HoE.

"Mr. Smith. I'm sending some scan results over to you, they are curious, to say the least. There are spots of luminescence in the ocean, It could be bioluminescence but possibly artificial."

1: Take samples of the water, using the robots to obtain it without exposure. She takes care to not allow any risk to the sample; it could contain many harmful pathogens and more to herself and the crew after all.

2: Once the sample is secured and in the genetics labs Vivian begins to work with it, running tests of all kinds to figure out its makeup more through than what the long range scanners could ever allow. She ensures that her work is open for the other scientists to view and copies of the results and information will be sent to engineering as well.

Rolled 4, 9, 17 = 30 (3d20)

>>26320

Name: Russ Dolkinden

Race: Human

Role: Technician

+Tech-head (+5 to computer use rolls)

+Gadget Guy (+5 to tech use/creation rolls)

Skills:

[Hacking 3]

[Marksman 2]

[Driving 1]

[Technology 2]

Stats:

[Mind] 1

[Body] 0

[Soul] 1

Strength:

[Prankster]

Your years of pranking have made you exceptionally adept at breaking into systems giving you a plus five to all hacking attempts.

Weakness:

[This Asshole]

You have a reputation at SHIELD and not many people like you for it.

Equipment:

[Stark-tech Surveillance Drone]

[SHIELD Parker-tech Camo Van]

[SHIELD Laptop]

[SHIELD Laser Pistol]

[SHIELD Uniform]

Background: Russ was recruited for SHIELD straight out of college. While he lacked powers or raw physical might, he is a quick thinker. Able to adapt fast and work under pressure. Granted hacking the MIT browser helped immensely. While he is young and at times acts immature, his work in the field is never found wanting by his superiors. Indeed his record would be exemplary if not for the myriad minor violations he makes, like playing a MMO on a SHIELD cpu(through 50 proxies) or rigging the regional commander's chairs(all of them) with whoopee cushions. As it stands he is too valuable to bench given SHIELD's evergrowing lack of technical support. After all Stark industries offers much better benefits to the technically minded

1. "Alright guys gather up everything you'll nePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 8, 8, 2 = 18 (3d20)

>>26322

Name: James Wittiker

Race: Human

Role: Operator

+ Living Weapon (+5 to combat rolls)

+ Core Training (+ 5 to athletics rolls)

Skills:

[Marksman 3]

[Driving 2]

[Melee 1]

[Unarmed 2]

Stats:

[Mind] 1

[Body] 1

[Soul] 0

Strength:

[Un-named and Un-fluffed Bonus]

+5 vs superhumans

Weakness:

[Mutant hatred]

You have an intense dislike for mutants and it shows giving you a minus five on all persuasion rolls against mutants.

Equipment:

[Carbon Fiber Bow]

[SHIELD Combat Uniform]

[SHIELD Motorcycle]

[SHIELD Shock gauntlets]

[SHIELD Communicator]

1&2. Alright. That didn't work. Guess I should aim for the soft bits. Into the comms: "Shooting for the eyes." Then shoot for the eyes.

+5

+5 from bonus?

+ Marksman 3

3. Full body workout.

Rolled 12, 19, 15 = 46 (3d20)

Name: Pinko [“Michael Ogiyevich”]

Race: Experiment

Role: Operator

+ Living Weapon (+5 to combat rolls)

+ Core Training (+ 5 to athletics rolls)

Skills:

[Marksman 2]

[Melee 1]

[Unarmed 1]

[Power Usage 2]

Stats:

[Mind] 0

[Body] 6

[Soul] 0

Power:

[Teleportation]

You have the ability to transfer yourself and objects up to 10 meters at a time. Starts at being able to teleport a small car and can improve with time.

Mutation:

[Life Leech]

Everything within a 1 kilometer radius of you is slowly drained of life.

——

Strength:

——

[Robotic Body]

Your robotic body is quite stronger and faster then any normal humans increasing your body by two.

——

Weakness:

——

[Liability]

Due to your powers nature and your own nature you have a smaller selection of missions to chose from as SHIELD tries to avoid unnecessary causalities. If you are deployed to somewhere populated it will be as a last ditch effort.

Equipment:

[Long Range Transport Drone]

[High Caliber Soviet-era Machine-gun]

[Robotic Soviet Chassis]

[SHIELD communicator]

—

Actions

—

>>Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXzxqdOAIxYPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 61, 62 = 123 (2d100)

>>25985

>Name: Michael Kaiser

>Age: 16

>Physical Description:

Physically average, short blonde hair, sky blue eyes

>Background(Determines bonus)

Born the only child of the famous Fortune 500 company owner Tomas Kaiser, Michael is a healthy, content and normal child. Though not outstandingly intelligent like his father Michael manages to somehow cheat his way through school getting average greats with little effort. Having been to many different schools due to his fathers views on globalization and hopes to establish international connections Michael has had a hard time making friends, still his almost sanguine personality washes away any negative feelings in the regards.

Always up for anything Michael is a well meaning, good spirited rich kid living a relaxed life with few worries.

>Stereotype: Rich Kid

>HP: 11/11

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Turkey Club, Fruit Rollup, Mandarin Oranges

>Equipment: Backpack, Fancy Watch, Oakley Sunglasses

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Worldly; You've seen schools across the world, and are skilled at understanding how people think. +10 to social rolls

New Kid; Despite your skill with people, you still have a hard time making lasting friendships. -5 to gaining followers

1-2. Michael looked around the scenery. Bodies spread out, lying in silence, peace almost. Blood carving small rivers into the fresh cut green grass. No panic, only serenity. The bulletholes struck in the fascade a foreshadowing of what was yet to come.

The ploppiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Rolled 83, 60 = 143 (2d100)

>>25983

>Name: Seumas McDara

>Stereotype: Jock

>HP: 11/11

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Did you see that kid?

>Food: Turkey Sandwich, Cereal Bar, Orange

>Equipment: Backpack, Inhaler, Return of the King

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Fire and Blood; You've been through hell, and most injuries don't faze you anymore

>Blood and Fire; You have a crippling fear of fire

Wow. How the shit did I drop my name?

1/2. Okay. Nobody's listening to me yet. Maybe if I stand on something before I try to get their attention. Once I climb up onto a table or something, I'll shout forcefully from the chest: "LISTEN UP!". Once I have their attention, I'll tell them that it's probably going to be wicked dangerous outside of the room. As long as we give the dead some room, we should be fine. Seeing how quickly the contagion worked, if we were going to die, we probably would have gone by now. I don't know what the pops are, but it's probably not good. For now, I need to get these people under control so that they don't hurt themselves or anyone else, or do something dumb. [Take charge, calm down the others]

Rolled 20, 18 = 38 (2d100)

>Name: Dave “CrashOveride” Murphy

>Age: 18

>Physical Description: Average body size. Slightly taller than the average person. Short blond hair, and a rather pale complexion.

>Background(Determines bonus)

Arrested when he was 11 for making a virus which crashed over one thousand systems and tanked the NYSE, Dave was banned from touching computers or phones until his 18th Birthday. Shortly after his 18th birthday has passed, Dave enrolled in a new high school, and with his new smartphone, laptop, and computer, Dave is equipped to take on the world.

>Stereotype: Nerd

>HP: 10/10

>Combat Modifier: 1.1x

>Reputation: Aren't you the guy who…

>Food: Doritos, Mountain Dew(3 Liter), Cold Pizza

>Equipment: Backpack, Laptop

>Followers: [Amber 2/4]

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Who is this 4chan?; You are a computer whiz, and get +15 to all rolls dealing with them

Damn, Eat a sandwich; Your life of subsisting on junk food has taken it's toll. Gaining strength is harder, at least until you start eating clean

1. Continue to make friends with this Amber.

2. Get on my phone. Find out what on earth is happening.

Rolled 35, 27 = 62 (2d100)

>Name:

Benjamin Pierce

>Age

17

>Physical Description:

kinda lanky, but otherwise relatively normal features.

>Background:

If there was a Pre-pre-med program, Benjamin would probably be in it. He's always been interested in biology, chemistry, and medicine. His parents are both doctors, so he's learned a few tricks from them, and learned a lot more from reading their textbooks. Despite all this he mostly flies under the radar.

>Stereotype: Nerd

>HP: 12/12

>Combat Modifier: 1x

>Reputation: Ohhh, that Ben

>Food: Soylent bag, 2 Mandarin oranges

>Equipment: Bookbag, Grey's Anatomy, Collapsible Cane

>Followers: None

>Injuries: Minor Limp

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: ROP Med; You were in a pre-med class at your last school. You have an extensive knowledge of medicine, as well as +10 to remove injury

1. Check to see what i did to my leg, it’s already fuck up enough, i don't want it getting any worse. (+10?)

2. Check my phone, see if i can figure out what's happening.

>>25026

Name: Scruffanthanx

Race: Bacteria

Fluff: A bacteria strain with the tendency to rapidly restructure its DNA ever 10 generations

Traits:Rapid mutation:Every 10 turns you may roll one d100 to undergo a rapid series of mutations that puts you closer to the creature stage

Carnivore

Tech:Blank until tribal stage

Pop:10(+1 every turn)

Food:50/50(Lose 2 every turn if you reach zero your pop will start to die off)

>>25028

>Name: cellington

>

>Race: a cell?

>

>Fluff: it's a cell that eats other cells by shooting away tiny barbs that breaks them down with acid. what more should I say? it's a cell

>

>Traits:Acidic barbs:You gain a +5 bonus to combat with other cells,only time will tell if you keep these barbs or lose them as you evolve

>

>Carnivore,herbivore or omnivore:Omnivore

>

>Tech:Blank until tribal stage

Pop10(+1 every turn)

Food:50/50(lose 2 every turn if this reaches zero your pop will start to die off)

>>25031

Name: Tibrax

Race: ???

Fluff: Tibrax is a species known for profound, often uncalled for, mutations. Indeed, it is genomically unstable bordering on some sort of biological schizophrenia; this makes it prone to arbitrary and strange changes. The only thing thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>25023

sooooo… should we post or something? you could atleast tell us how many actions we have.

>>25046

Go ahead and post you get three actions d100 for each.

Rolled 43, 96, 19, 90 = 248 (4d100)

Name: Tibrax

Race: ???

Fluff: Tibrax is a species known for profound, often uncalled for, mutations. Indeed, it is genomically unstable bordering on some sort of biological schizophrenia; this makes it prone to arbitrary and strange changes. The only thing that remains consistent about it is that females seem to inherently prefer tentacles of all sorts for reasons that aren't clear; selection as such favors tentacles but it is arbitrary otherwise.

Carnivore,herbivore or omnivore: Omnivore

Traits: Darwinist:It's easier for your cell to mutate and often happens randomly,but the mutations seem to favor tentacles. Every turn roll a d100 to see if you mutate.

Tech:Blank until tribal stage

Pop:10(+1 every turn)

Food:50/50(Lose 2 every turn if this reaches 0 your pop will start to die off)

——–

Actions

——–

1. Tibrax goes hunting for food as best it can. [Food]

2. Tibrax also starts reproducing. [Reproduce]

3. After that, if there's time, Tibrax starts expanding to new areas. [Expand]

4. [Mutation]

Rolled 47, 79, 70 = 196 (3d100)

>>25044

1-2) The cellington cells start emitting small small particles that are found pleasant by other cellington and possibly other cells. leading to cellingtons grouping together and possibly attracting prey.

3) The cellingtons start to get a more rapid cell-division rate. leading to an increased need for food. but also increasing the rate at which they multiply

Name: cellington

Race: a cell?

Fluff: it's a cell that eats other cells by shooting away tiny barbs that breaks them down with acid. what more should I say? it's a cell

Traits:Acidic barbs:You gain a +5 bonus to combat with other cells,only time will tell if you keep these barbs or lose them as you evolve

Omnivore

Tech:Blank until tribal stage

Pop11(+1 every turn)

Food:48/50(lose 2 every turn if this reaches zero your pop will start to die off)