Its over there. A female voice broke from top the large stone pillar. The train is over there. You have the stupid look on your face and that only comes from not knowing where something is. In atlas park that means that you cant find either Ms Liberty or you cant find the train. A small female figure now became visible as she moved to block the sun with her body. The direction she was pointing was now clear. Thats the yellow line it will take you to most places you need to go. Stay away from the green line if you like your skin attached to your body. She looked up at the sky as if expecting something to appear from the heavens. I got to go before they find me and kill me good luck, What was your name again?
Being pretty new to RP forums in general I thought I would try starting an open story, one that can pretty much go in any direction any of you want to take it...
Return to civilization-day 1
I spent a good portion of the first 25 years of my life inside a steel room i would never see the outside of. No windows, port holes, or even visible vents; just layer upon layer of steel. I guess it's worth mentioning how I got here.
As far as I can remember my physical makeup has posed a problem in the civilized world. I'm told I weigh in at about 250 times the density of a normal human, making it difficult for me to walk down a block without causing streets to crack and windows to shatter upon a step. The US government must have seen this as a good enough reason to lock me in a box. Not that I haven't been keeping busy, other individuals with similar predicaments have aided me to control the density into a form of power. In other words, my density would only affect that which I need it to. No more caved in houses, in other words.
Paragon's finest set me up with a hell of a costume designer and a list of possible ways to start a new life as a government-paid hero. But the world is not as I expected!
Crime runs wild in the streets, so much so that entire city sections have been quarantined! Costumed folks like myself pick up the police's slack, but I didn't realize this job would be so...24/7. Either way I have 25 years of ignorance to make up for. Now to go find out what a train is...