Looking for Roleplay Villain Group on Virtue
By
catsi563,
Posted on: 2006-10-31 24:34 in Roleplaying
((nice story. if you want try this group mews a part of. http://ivorytower.11.forumer.com/))
((real good group not hardcore roleplay or PVP but consistent and lots of fun. register at the sight and read some of the stories to descide which house to interview with and you can tryout with some of the mebers from their.))
((again good story and have fun out their))
So you mean you'll put down your rock, and I'll put down my sword; and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Dubbed first knight of pep-istan by her majesty Queen Pepcat. first catmonaut to walk onna moon.
PENGUIN!!!...(^)>
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still looking, I really didnt think RP SG's would be this rare on a MMORPG. I guess these games are just turning into MMOG's
I wasnt sure where to post this so I've posted it in Supergroups, Virtue and here in Roleplay.
I've been playing for about a week now and I'm a level 12 Robot/FF MM. I'm looking for a Rp SVG on the Virtue server, age 18+
contact info: the_clockwork_machine@yahoo.com
thank you for taking the time to read this.
The year is 1947, Roswell, New Mexico.
Late one night, not long ago Corporal Adam Kent sat on his front porch looking up at the stars and saw what he thought was a shooting star, he watched it for a few minutes as it grew larger and thought to himself "it must be a comet, to big for a star" he reached down and picked up the 1947 almanac he kept in his pocket and flipped it open, looking for any astronomical events that were supposed to occur this week and found none. He looked up again and his eyes widened as the almanac fell from nerveless fingers. The shooting star had kept falling it now looked to be the size of a small bus or military transport, and it was heading right for his ranch. He turned and dashed inside, sprinting for the back door to try to get clear but he was only human. The blast as the comet struck his ranch caused the world to go white, and then quickly fade to darkness, as he lay sprawled on the edge of the crater that used to be his home. In the center of the glowing crater rested a badly damaged craft, its hull still glowing from the heat of its entry into the atmosphere. Two small panels slid back from the nose of the craft releasing two small drones that quickly made a circuit around the ship, spraying the hull with a mist that quickly cooled the hull although they could do little for the rupture near the crafts tail assembly, A strange green light radiated from it, as one of the drones approached to try to seal the breach the radiation disrupted its control signal and it quickly shut down and its running lights grew dim. The second drone was recalled away from the breached engine as the A.I. completed its diagnostic.
Adam shook his head to clear it as he slowly regained consciousness, the first thing he became aware of was the pain in his hands, he looked down and saw the skin was badly burned, black in some places. He tried to stand but couldnt seem to move his legs, so he just lay there. His breath coming in ragged gasps. He was able to turn his head as he heard what sounded like tank treads moving toward him. He saw a small machine rolling toward him. Its casing was translucent and he was able to make out some of the gears and cogs inside it, it was some sort of clockwork machine. It stopped down near his boots, just out of his line of sight; he could hear a faint beeping and clicking sound, almost as if it were thinking. The treads suddenly started to move again and he felt a sharp pain in his legs as it latched onto boots and started to pull him back toward the glowing craft.
Meanwhile a third drone had rolled out of the panel in the nose of the craft and waited at the bottom for the first drone to bring the alien down to it for analysis to see if any of its components could be used to repair the damage to the craft. When the alien was close enough it rolled forward and extended a scanner toward it. The alien was composed of carbon, hydrogen and numerous other base elements but nothing of use in repairing the core. The drone was about to terminate the faint life signs from the alien when a signal from the A.I. stopped it. The creature was generating a faint electro magnetic current that was compatible with the ships A.I.; all it would need would be a signal boost and a few modifications to its chassis to support the additional systems necessary for the A.I to complete its primary directive. The drone extruded numerous arms and tools and set to work on repairing and modifying the pink apes primitive chassis, cutting away the parts that were to damaged to salvage before grafting on replacements or upgrades. Finally as the sun rose it was finished with the aliens chassis, it turned and entered the dying craft for one last time to recover the A.I.s core to insert into the new matrix it had just finished installing. The lights inside the ship were dim and quickly fading as it rolled to the sphere mounted in the support network in the center of the ship and carefully inserted a tool into the liquid metal sphere, drawing out a glowing crystalline matrix from its core. Using its reserves it generated a force shield around the matrix to protect it from contamination it rolled back out to the alien and extruded a cutting tool, quickly slicing into its core to expose the new matrix it had installed to replace the organic one that the ape had possessed. It carefully inserted the core into the new matrix and engaged the power cells that would generate the force shield around the new core to protect it. The aliens fluids began to circulate through the new core turning it a deep crimson as the drone closed the incision and added the last piece of plating to the chassis, the ape had even provided this last piece itself. It had worn the small pieces of metal around its cranial support post. The drone had failed to translate the text written on it but made note of it in its memory bank.
The chassis shuddered as its optical receptors came online and it sat up, it raises its right claw to touch the small plate as it looked down at the two remaining drones. It began to access the aliens primitive organic hard drive as it adjusted to its new casing and then touched the small metal plate mounted over its core. It no he, now knew what the script said.
Corporal Adam Kent
USAF ***********
Roman Catholic
It was the aliens Designation, serial number and primary directive. He seemed to almost hear an echo from the aliens hard drive, he looked down at his robotic claws and shuddered as a power surge from its matrix stabilized, pushing the faint voice away allowing its primary matrix to gain full control over the aliens casing ignoring the echo of insane laughter fading from his mind. He stood up and staggered slightly as he adjusted to the limited range of motion the creatures internal support structure limited it to
from military files housed in Area 51
Corporal Adam Kent
509th Bombardment Division
USArmy ***********
Roman Catholic
Born Oct 27th 1917
Awol July 7th 1947
Declared dead July 8th 1947
Report filed by Major Marcel Oct 8th 1947 08:00
Just returned from the site. partial remain of Corporal Kent were recovered from the remains of his house. both arms 3 inches below the elbow, badly charred, both legs 4 inches below the knee with boots. all limbs appeared to have been surgically removed. the rest of the remains are unaccounted for. the site shows damage from the apparant crash of an aircraft of unknown design but no debris was found. the soil in the crater was fused to a glassine state but no heat source was recovered. file remains open with highest security only, copy forwarded to President Truman. pending review. a few weeks after this report was filed newspapers across the country started printing stories about a metal man being sighted