Earth42

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2 weeks, 4 days ago: Grace Cyanide wrote a Downtime Journal for Scenario for 99 ways to die

Magpie

Dear Diary,

 

I think that gold coin Mister Edgar got us to keep… the chance to keep? let us keep miiight have made me a little obsessed with shiny things. I had a rock collection back home, and bottlecaps and puffballs and googly eyes and some nuts, the little circle ones. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for awhile after I got back to Surrey. So I’ve been spending awhile exploring, looking for things to make another collection.

 

But then I realized I needed a place to PUT all the stuff cause I found more bottlecaps and some newspaper but I ran out of room in my pockets. And then I realized I need a place to put ME. So we kept exploring… there’s this old broken down stone building that looks like nobody’s been in it forever.  I made a circle out of rocks and put my other stuff in it, and my blanket, and took a bunch of leaves and moss and stuff and made a nest for Horatio. He said it looks like a bird nest but he likes it anyway, I can tell.

 

This place doesn’t really have much of a roof. When it rains I sit in this one corner- my friend says south east- and I wait it out unless I feel like I need a shower, but mostly I just use baby wipes I got from a lady at the park. She looked like she could afford more… I smell weird all the time now, but I’m clean. And I have my rocks. And people don’t bother me out here.

 

Also, I’ve been borrowing apples from the farmers market stuff to eat with the candy bars. (They’re protein bars, but I pretend they’re candy). I used to eat apples a lot after school- now they remind me of that when I eat them. But yesterday I thought about it too much I guess and got pretty… sad? I try not to think about it most of the time, but I feel secretly kinda bad about Horatio’s bed even though he sleeps with me most of the time if he’s out then and I used to have this fish named Harry and he didn’t have a bed but it still reminded me of him and I miss MY bed and Quest bars are really gross and definitely not Snickers and I feel so bad watching the bees be mad in the rain, I wanna make friends with them but they don't like me and (-The text here is too scratched out to read-)

 

 

 

   The apple started glowing and crackling on the inside when I got worked up. I ate it and it fixed the headache I gave myself crying, and I had some blood on my hands from squeezing with my nails too hard. When I scrubbed the blood off, there weren’t any cuts underneath. I’m tired of writing for now… I need to go to bed.

 

(- There’s a sketch of a building at the bottom of the page. Grace has added grass, flowers, rain, and an angry bee. -)

2 months, 2 weeks ago: Edgar Stokes wrote a Downtime Journal for Tentacle Paradise

Bit of Digging

After the bit with the Squids I made my way back to Ohio. The "Foreman" on site made it clear I could go just about anywhere but it'd be a one way ticket. I have a lot riding on the place with Jules at the moment, so my Ghoul buddies back in Philly will have to wait.

Brings us back to the Portal question. The Higher Ups can just twinkle their toes at places, bring everyone there in a blink. I've never met a "Blue Collar" that can do anything like it, guess it's above our paygrade. Seem finicky about beaming up anyone whose not part of the official crew also. High Rollers only, no Red Shirts allowed.

Alright then, so me & Jules need our own. I ain't really to up on my Bippity-Boppity-Boo so I ain't really sure where to start on that...still, when you only sleep about an hour a day, you need to stay busy. Paper says 51 people were eaten alive in & around Columbus, Ohio: Jules backyard, even. Though of course Jules has no idea - bless his heart. Somethings would have to jump up & bite him in the ass before he noticed sometimes.

Looking into things, I can say this ain't no bears. Something was killing people, something that ain't from around here. Not sure exactly what it is besides mean & hungry. Then it all stopped. About the same time some folks robbed that old Indian Mound.

I seen enough movies that digging up an Indian Graveyard does'nt sound like something that needs doing. Still, may not have a choice in the matter. If'n these things are right cozy in Columbus, that's a near miss on my current set up. Gonna have to see whose the better monster I reckon.

Hope that's me.

2 months, 2 weeks ago: Bernard Tox wrote a Downtime Journal for Tentacle Paradise

Back on the scene

   Finally returning to the fray. I'm trying to reconnect with some other contractors. I need to build contacts. I need to make sure I'm able to react appropriately. I'll spend this time working my body into proper shape, my eyes are impressive but they cannot see me through all situations. I'll make sure that I keep up with the others, I can't become dead weight on a mission. I came dangerously close this time to being unnecessary, and I cannot let that come to pass. I need to be able to overcome all obstacles, or else I'm as good as dead already. I've gotten a new apartment. It was time to relocate, I think it's something I'll need to do regularly to make sure that no one can lock me down. We'll see how things progress.

3 months, 3 weeks ago: Edgar Stokes wrote a Downtime Journal for Scenario for 99 ways to die 3 months, 3 weeks ago: Edgar Stokes wrote a Downtime Journal for Scenario for 99 ways to die

"The Truth is out there"

That's what Ol' Fox Moulder would always say right? Like, Aliens or some shit. Well, as it turns out, the real world is a lot stranger than fiction. A whole metric shit-ton stranger, in fact.

So, here's the deal: There are these people who want weird shit done, or just want to fuck with your head. They round up a gang of misfit mother fuckers like yours truly to go handle whatever it is that needs doing. These yahoos call themselves "Contractors" or sometimes "High Rollers" or "The Chosen" even, if they feel real pretentious.

I call all of 'em crazy as a shithouse rat, but hey, someone has to be, am I right?

Anyway, these sons o' bitches round up the usual suspects & set them loose like the God damned Light Brigade; it get's even weirder too - all of these nutjobs also have the dubious honor of being freak shows.

Just like me.

It's not always clear, the "how" & the "why" of what makes them a freak, mind. But it's always there. Some of them even seem bent on doing this kinda work...like doing it makes them more freaky or some bullshit.

Fuck all that. I just want some answers goddamnit! Maybe a...cure? Shit, look at me! How the fuck am I gonna cure this shit? I've seen some crazy shit, sure, but I ain't seen a plastic surgeon that's gonna help me out y'know?

I'd settle with answers & just getting out of this bullshit alive I think.

If the "Truth" is out there, it can mind it's own fucking business!

4 months, 3 weeks ago: Alexander Felidae wrote a Downtime Journal for Scenario for Deathrace 3000

Days pass

Alex spent much of his free time lying awake in the days following the death race. Things had been rocky from the start, that much had been clear, but by the end it was all just overwhelming. Now he was down a grenade he couldn't afford to replace, had killed far more people than he was comfortable with and was pretty sure he'd fit in well with people he knew, intellectually, that he should mostly dislike, if not actually despise. "Enough", Alex thought to himself, and went outside to hone his connection. He was having trouble increasing the amount of times he could connect to the Beast, only managing to bring more of it to the surface, so he decided to focus on that for now. Feeling deep, Alex reached out to the Beast and drew it into him and it became we became I, as Alex shifted into his Werecat form, muscle bulging out from his frame as a rippling coat of glossy ginger fur covered his body, mouth distending into the maw of a cat as his teeth sharpened into fangs and his nails twisted into sharp, hardened claws. As always, he could feel more resting just below his skin, as if there was more of himself that he could pull out with a sufficient act of will, all he had to do was just sink into himself, let his instincts take control. And so he did. Over the course of the brief three minutes he could maintain his form for, Alex blended with himself more than he had ever dared do previously, and felt his claws and fangs sharpen, harden, become stronger than ever before. He slashed at a nearby tree, and his claws met no resistance, seeming to rend even the very spirit of the tree as they carved through. Alex felt the old feeling, that primal grin, well up inside again, and began to wonder what he would be like when his nature was fully developed.

4 months, 3 weeks ago: Alexander Felidae wrote a Downtime Journal for Scenario for Deathrace 3000

Days pass

Alex spent much of his free time lying awake in the days following the death race. Things had been rocky from the start, that much had been clear, but by the end it was all just overwhelming. Now he was down a grenade he couldn't afford to replace, had killed far more people than he was comfortable with and was pretty sure he'd fit in well with people he knew, intellectually, that he should mostly dislike, if not actually despise. "Enough", Alex thought to himself, and went outside to hone his connection. He was having trouble increasing the amount of times he could connect to the Beast, only managing to bring more of it to the surface, so he decided to focus on that for now. Feeling deep, Alex reached out to the Beast and drew it into him and it became we became I, as Alex shifted into his Werecat form, muscle bulging out from his frame as a rippling coat of glossy ginger fur covered his body, mouth distending into the maw of a cat as his teeth sharpened into fangs and his nails twisted into sharp, hardened claws. As always, he could feel more resting just below his skin, as if there was more of himself that he could pull out with a sufficient act of will, all he had to do was just sink into himself, let his instincts take control. And so he did. Over the course of the brief three minutes he could maintain his form for, Alex blended with himself more than he had ever dared do previously, and felt his claws and fangs sharpen, harden, become stronger than ever before. He slashed at a nearby tree, and his claws met no resistance, seeming to rend even the very spirit of the tree as they carved through. Alex felt the old feeling, that primal grin, well up inside again, and began to wonder what he would be like when his nature was fully developed.

4 months, 3 weeks ago: Sulla Coleman wrote a Game Journal for Scenario for Deathrace 3000

An untitled Journal

I met Mr. Wednesday wo I believe as Odin, I was amazed, I dont worhip him. I do want to see an be hung on the Tree of Woe.

4 months, 3 weeks ago: Janus the Marked wrote a Game Journal for Scenario for Deathrace 3000

Remote Control Carnage

Janus found himself in a comparative paradise - the radiation was only a tickle, and there was a SKY!

Bound to win a race, and frustrated at having to learn how to drive a car, he soon realized that this was just like telling the cleaning bots how to be more efficient in their routine - the key was to go AROUND the bodies.

Between stealing a car, accidentally exploding someone's head (so THAT's what shotguns do), abducting someone into a loving relationship, and learning way too much about the psychic horrors of the wasteland, he managed to get away with his head (and most of his mind) intact.

Sulla was difficulty to work with, if only because he was just so damn pretty!

Alexandra felt like who Janus aspired to be in the future, and he was happy to learn some tricks from her.

Connor sadly fell comatose shortly after their arrival, but Janus liked their pretty skin.

What does the future hold now for Janus?  He thinks that he'd like to keep working for this mad scientist, and the thrills and rewards definitely outweight the risks - he didn't get a scratch on himself!  He definitely needs to learn how to drive without just telling the car what to do, and to have ANY weapon other than one he takes from the people trying to kill him.  Still, he wonders if there won't be more repercussions in the future to his leaving all the nice murderbots.  Now to find a nice bot to convince that murdering is in fact not so helpful to their prime directives...

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WW3 has just started, the world is at war and people are scared and angry. This is a world of high technology and high ideals. Cars fly and there is a moon base. Space tourism has started. People don't use smartphones any more, they have chips in their heads and use smart glasses.Unfortunately, global warming has started to step up. Air is hard to breath sometimes. Storms are much worse and many islands and coastlines are underwater. As far as the war it is fought on land, cyberspace, and in space. There are two factions in the war. Materialols and Purists. This is more of a fight over technology. It is very hard to know what side people are on. Any one could be against you. Materialists want to pursue high technology and put AI to work in humans to fix the problems. Currently there is international law banning AI in humans, because France was wiped from the planet when AI was turned on. (Over 60 million people died) The Purists want to not be enslaved by technology. The Purists want to stay away from technology and preserve nature. They are also called Eco-Warriors. Recently nukes have gone off destroying much of the planet. Over a billion people died. Now the race is for survival. America, Russia, and China is a at war with Canada, Brazil, the UK and Australia. House Rules. Players will run 1 game for every 5 games that have played in. No one shots. This goes both ways.

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