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I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeumyOzKqgI




Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Plates clinked with silverware and the smell of pancakes permeated everything. In a corner booth a black coffee sat untouched. Taver sat across from the Grey-man. The being looked grim. They used to scare Taver before he remembered the past more clearly. “Legion.” Taver said the being’s name quietly. They were many and the same this Legion. The being tipped its hat and slid across the table a piece of parchment- parchment! Who still wrote with that? A single symbol was written on it. Looking at it he could see it was an inverted cross. A child giggled from another table, the only other being aside from Taver who could see the thing sitting across from him. As Taver looked back the Grey-man was gone, a faint scent of brimstone over the scent of syrup.

The messages and symbols were coming more and more often lately all adding up to one thing. Outside of the window, church bells rang from the cathedral across the street…


You have held back your powers all these years. However, the signs cannot be denied. It. is. time.




Sante Alberighi - Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

The Van almost struck Sante. Almost. The brush with death making his heart beat quickly and his life flash before his eyes. The story must be told. In a dream Sante dreamt that within the library he would find an answer how the end should begin. The stacks went up 8 floors and down into a sub-basement. He had never been to this branch before. A feeling as if Sante should go down below came and went. Looking over to his right, he could see an old set of elevators with a portly security guard standing in front of them. To his left was the children’s section while the information desk sat in front of him. An elderly librarian looked up and smiled warmly at Sante. He could leave if he wanted to. Right now. Or go with his strange dream feeling.


You haven’t even written the first word or begun the story. It can go anywhere you want, since you also are a part.





Shiva Das - Dansen’s Hot Yoga and Noodle Bar, Uptown, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Shiva completed his pose, leading the class through their simplistic meditations and stretching exercises. He had learned all of their names, mostly beautiful young women. Maybe one or two would be ready for awakening. Eventually. The visions of spiritual beings and those that could become enlightened and transformed occurred almost constantly now. Shiva breathed deeply remembering. Then there was the first one.

He had left work, computers on his mind as he cut through Centrist Park. The crack-addled homeless man surprised him. He had thought Shiva was ignoring him but he was only deep in thought. The man had pulled a knife on him, the corpulent thug exposing blackened stubs of teeth and stinking breath. Without thinking and quite knowing it, Shiva pushed the man’s very soul and spirit. The man exploded.

A woman jogging by screamed as the skeleton also screamed as it ran. A dagguth-shar. The name came unbidden into Shiva’s mind. A screaming tormented spirit, who always would reflect on its past misdeeds. It disappeared into the nearby lake, sinking into the bottom.

Shiva snapped back to the present. The instructor’s hand on his shoulder. “Are you ok Shiva? Thank you for leading the class today.” She pointed at her broken leg still in a cast. “I owe you one.”


Shiva remembers a use of his power. He realizes he can do it again. Yoga class is over.





Francis Edgerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Renting the mini-dome had consumed the last of the funding his group had. This would be it. The revival. The teens and younger adults would go out and talk to the Millennium Crowd, and the adults would talke to the Baby Bombers. They would preach about love. Harmony. Peace and light. A god that would love and care for them. It was all bullshit...mostly. The Crystal Ascension and his god didn’t care about mortal concerns. The way was the path, the path was the road to ascension, ascension would lead beyond this mortal shell and into the greater universal truth. Many wouldn’t make it but he would. First he would regain followers and popularity, the rest would follow. The money, drugs, sex. He could feel it. The end would be his new beginning, once he left it all behind. The elderly members of the congregation would see to it that people were registered. He wouldn’t get everyone, but he had two weeks to try.


Your little cult is going to have a revival! You can still get the deposit back though, if you want to try something else. Anything you want to do to prepare or even take to the streets to bring in more people is possible as well.





Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

In his dreams and waking moments, he caught glimpses of a world ravaged by environmental forces. Raging rivers, hurricanes and floods, tornados and exploding volcanoes. Earthquakes, thunder and lighting as fire rained from the skies. He could see feathered and reptilian creatures running and mammalian simian creatures clutching babies to their breasts running. But there was no where to go. In the center of it all stood a gathering of impossibly tall shadows. “Tabula Rasa”. Whispered into his brain. Then Steve was in the center of the circle, he was the focus. He was the cause. Suddenly all of the bitterness and pain, the unfairness and filth of the world was on him and in him. There was no way to get rid of it. It was weighing him down. Drowning him. Killing him. He knew that he had to do it. And so he did. The destruction suddenly was him and as he destroyed everything the filth and hate washed away. Followed by...relief.

“Kane! KANE!” The voice snapped Steve out of his thoughts. The fat sargent’s chins quivered. “Captain wants to see ya!” He jerked his thumb at the closed office door. As Detective Kane entered he heard a voice, like a whisper on the wind. “Wipe them out. All of them. Cleanse the filth and the surface of the world. Bring balance and ease their suffering...”

The captain sat behind his desk. His balding patch visible from a worried brow as he stroked his large mustache worriedly. “Sit down Kane.” He said with a sigh. “He’s back.” “The Handler is back.” Detective Kane was floored. The child killer had eluded him for years and now suddenly after 5 years of nothing resurfaced?! Before he could speak Captain Mars cut him off. “I’m giving the case to Sanchez. You’re too close to this one. I’m sorry Kane, but that’s the way it’s gotta be.”


A vision. An old foe. The captain is pulling you off the case and putting the rookie detective onto it. The Handler is an extremely prolific serial child killer. He taunts the victim’s families with parts of the victim still alive before mailing them the corpse. He always lets the newspapers know the package tracking numbers. Will Kane let this slide or speak up?





Akua - Dockside, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

The dockhands brought the ship into port as the portmaster examined the shipping manifest. Everything seemed to be in order. Just a customary inspection of the containers for contraband or human trafficking and-

*BANG BANG BANG*

The man looked at the ship’s mate sideways. “What, exactly was that?”
-----------------
Akua had slipped out of the military’s net a month ago. Leaving a trail of corpses and a few surprises in his wake, he finally lost them when the Federated States agent they sent after him died tackling them both off of a waterfall. Special Agent Gerard said something about a one-armed wife as they fell. In any case he did not survive but Akua had. Broken and bleeding, he didn’t have much biomass for cell growth and it was a struggle to just keep himself together. He had gotten onto a train and that train had taken the container to a shipping yard. His body instinctively killed and absorbed the rats as he fell into and out of consciousness. He had awoken in darkness, entombed. He could see easily in the dark, his enhancements had seen to that.

A door stood between himself and freedom, it wasn’t a choice really. Throwing his shoulder against it, the door boomed open after three tries. It struck two men with the force of a truck, knocking one overboard and the other to the ground.

A pair of shoes had flown off the man’s feet as he lay on the ground below Akua. Did this mean the man was dead?


No witnesses. Akua makes his entrance. He doesn’t have a lot of biomass and his appearance isn’t disguised yet. However, there is a convenient unconscious man in front of him.






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I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Character Name - Location [[[In order of Smallest to largest, separated by commas]]]
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Regular text. This is the flavor Text. flower text. What we all came here for.
Not a novel spanning several pages unless it's really called for.
Not low effort garbage.
Not a one word reply to a GM post unless its a conversation over posts.


Two lines of blank space followed by OOC Italics, This is the communication to GM and the 4th wall. Format:
Qualities [+X], or Abilities [+X] used on an Action. A short and sane description on what you are doing. Punching Danny. Blowing up Moscow.



At the bottom of every post AFTER OOC italics, post the following (Easiest if you quote me and delete the rest of the post not pertaining to your character)

  • Player: HiKaizer
      • Taver Einklassen

    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Living Weapon [+2]
      • Lifetime of Knowledge [+2]
      • Intimidating [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Shadow Control [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Soul Scarred [-2]
      • Wroth [-2]


  • Player: LupusAter
      • Sante Alberighi

    • Faction:The Storytellers
    • Qualities:
      • Artist [+4]
      • Conversationalist [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Baptized with Ink
    • Drawbacks:
      • Perfectionist [-2]
      • Erratic [-2]


  • Player: MiltonSlavemasta
      • Shiva Das

    • Faction: Terminators of The Kali Yuga, Knowers of Ultimate Reality
    • Qualities:
      • Computer Expert [+2]
      • Yogic Arts [+2]
      • Charisma [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Advaita Vedanta, Brahmic Magic [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Unleashed [-2]
      • Federal Intelligence [-2]


  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]


  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]


  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



saved for record keeping etc.

Rhjamiz
Oct 28, 2007



Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Kane slammed his fist down on the Captain's desk.

"loving Sanchez?! This is bullshit, Captain." He pointed at Captain Mars for emphasis. "The Handler is my loving case, you can't just take that away from me now, right when we're this loving close." Kane fumed.

"You can't do this to me, Captain. I'm not gonna let Sanchez be the one to bring this guy in."


I'm a loose cannon, but a drat good cop. Gimme back my case!

  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]

Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Dockside, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua looked down at the man, weighing his options. On the one hand he had no idea where he ended up or how to lay low. On the other, he desperately needed biomass if he was to be able to do anything. Akua considered this for an instant than dragged the injured man back into the container and set to work consuming him as quickly as possible. Once he was finished, he would steal the man's clothes and make his getaway.

Using Flesh [+2] to consume this guy as quickly as I reasonably can.

  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]

Quornes
Jun 23, 2011


Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Its been so long since hes been to the city, staying in the quiet and safe countryside, that the smog comes as an unwelcome remembrance. Not that it would bother his lungs anymore. Francis pulls out his...smartphone they're called? One of the newer members had given him it. Checking the time, he can see its almost the anointed hour of the 'revival'. Its an important day that'll set the tone for many events to come.

Now, the easiest people to recruit have always been the young and naive, so he had his followers put up posters and such on the local college campus. To get further exposure there will be a livestream. The idea that anyone could pick up this tiny hand held phone and have a video camera was mind boggling to him. But if he could use it to spread his message even further, and get donations via the "world wide web". What any event really needs though is...a miracle.

Before he used to have a hired fella in the audience, sitting a wheelchair. Another would loudly badger him for proof of the healing power. Francis would accept his challenge, loudly, and the wheelchaired man would roll up. A bunch of nonsense words were said and then the man walked, healed by you. Francis instructs his cultists to encourage an actual disabled person to show up at one. For while it was fake before, now he truly has that power


Using Duke of Bridgewater [+4] to gather up the impressionable and recruit them to my cause, while panhandling online and in person during the seroms. If my cultists can bring in someone who say can't walk, I will heal with with The Crystal Plates[+2] and use them to promote the cult even further.





  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]

LupusAter
Sep 5, 2011



Sante Alberighi - Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



Sante sees something familiar in the librarian's eyes. The air of someone who understands and treasures his place, guarding accumulated knowledge and stories. He approaches the desk, and after pleasantries and introductions are exchanged, he makes his request:

"I have come here in search of inspiration, but I can feel that both you and I know that a rigorous search would be a fool's errand. So I'll trust you instead: what is the best story in the whole library?"


Letting go of the reins and trusting the dream's intuition to find a suitable starting point. Conversationalist[+2] applies here, to coax the librarian to give an honest opinion instead of some inoffensive statement to make the conversation end.



  • Player: LupusAter
      • Sante Alberighi

    • Faction:The Storytellers
    • Qualities:
      • Artist [+4]
      • Conversationalist [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Baptized with Ink
    • Drawbacks:
      • Perfectionist [-2]
      • Erratic [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



Captain Mars pointed a finger at Kane's chest. "I warned you Kane. You're a loose cannon and I can't have you blowing this case due to some vendetta!" The man was turning red, as if this was indeed the last straw. "The last perp walked because you beat the confession right out of him! He killed two more co-eds before he was caught again. I'm putting you on a two week suspension, leave your gun AND your badge on your way out!"

The Captain's phone rang and he turned his back on you. A young female officer opened the door sheepishly. She didnt mean to hear your conversation. It was officer Johnson, fresh out of the academy. He eyes were wide with the awkwardness of the situation. "S-s-sorry detective Kane." She blushed. Trying to think of something to say she blurted out. "My birthday is tomorrow. You can come if you want..." she trailed off, realizing how stupid she sounded considering the situation.




Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
The man was soon absorbed, meat and bone. Akua's frame filled out again. Musculature rippling with unspent energy and nutrients. The sounds of the man shouting in the water and splashing had faded. The cold dark waters taking care of him. With a great leap Akua was on the docks and sprinting for the mesh fence. The barbed wire on top hung limply if at all and with several deftly timed jumps he was running. Running into the city. As Akua reached the fringes of what signs called "old town" he kept to the alleyways and shadowed corners. Streetwalkers, vagrants, pimps and pushers all roamed the area freely. As the guilty often did, they scattered like roaches whenever a police car would drive by. A groan at Akua's feet showed a man beyond caring. The drunk smelled of the unwashed, booze, excrement, and his own sick. Used needles and bottles littered this alleyway. It was located conveniently nearby a church if one needed a soup kitchen.



Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The size of the first meeting was pretty decent. At least 250 to three hundred people were in attendance. These ranged from bored kids, wife eyed new age initiates, to even a few attending ironically. A few legally but not 100% blind people, arthritic elderly, and even one good honest paraplegic were rounded up in Francis' net.

This would be interesting. Even his loyal cult members hadn't really seen the true power of the crystal plates. The sermon contained all of Francis' cons but this time it was real. As the people were healed he got a few eye rolls and disbelieving glares from the audience. However many were intrigued. Almost everyone took the pamphlets and free refreshments afterwards. When it was over, at least 50 people were waiting to speak with Francis. Only about 5 were crazy, 10 were serious about joining the faith(including those he healed an their SOs), the rest were unsure.

It was the testinony of those healed when speaking about their experiences that hooked the others in. A vision of a peaceful endless plane with endless voids and darkness above and a hidden shape large and omnipresent. God.




Sante Alberighi - Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The man smiles. He's very old and his skin is weatherbeaten, a pair of spectacles perched on his nose. He seems to think for a minute. "Now that is an odd way to ask a question. I'd say my favorite story would be in fiction. Though some would believe it to be non-fiction depending on who you ask." He shrugged before continuing. "A very interesting work. A collection one would suppose of grim stories, not quite-nursery rhymes and tales. They have been transcribed and translated many times and most of these stories are rare and quite unheard of. The book is in the basement. Give the guard this note."

The librarian scribbled on a pad and ripped off the paper. "He will let you through now. The book is called: The long dreams of Arbeth Kine and other stories." The man seemed to weaken a bit and the lights flickered slightly. He gripped the desk to regain his balance. "Oh my. This building is very old. I hope you find what you are looking for Mr?"

HiKaizer
Feb 2, 2012

Yes!
I finally understand everything there is to know about axes!


Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Legion. Maybe it was the original demon written of in the Bible. Maybe it just took its name from the story. Maybe it was only the most recent in a line of Legions. Taver remembered Baphomet as it had once been thanks to his previous life, and the demon had changed greatly when it had appeared before him a few days ago on his birthday. Taver wondered if demons changed to reflect and adapt to the current trends and state of humanity...but he was not a theologist and it did not make much of a difference to him. He finished his coffee and stood up. No doubt this Legion was playing its own game, but it seemed that Taver's interests served its own for now and that was enough.

Taver had spent until now learning how to fight, how to kill, but he had come to realise he could not fight a war on his own. He would need to gather others to his cause. Fortunately the world had many souls who suffered and wanted revenge, and many who felt alienated by the world and wanted to lash out against it. Taver could make use of them. He would need to network, to reach out and find those he could convince to join him through common interest or through threats of violence or worse.

He spent the next few hours trawling through various forums and online communities, as well as sites or chat groups on the dark web. His method was simple. His first group was those who had been wronged by the church, disenfranchised by a lack of support from the community and looking for a way to get back and get revenge or closure. His second group were those that were anarchists or revolutionaries, seeking to tear down the current establishment. The country's government had been in bed with the church for so long that it had intertwined with it. God's chosen country indeed. Lastly there was that small group of those small time occultists looking for some kind of road to power and to barter with demons. Taver knew a few rituals, and his newly awakened power would surely draw those sycophants to his side.

Actions: Trying to find and recruit people to Taver's cause. He is looking for people to gather information for him, people to do basic legwork for him, and also for those that either have training or could be trained to fight.

Action 1: Recruit informants or people to do some basic legwork: Lifetime of Knowledge [+2] seems like the best fit for this, as he does not plan to get too immediately close to them.

Action 2: Recruit occultists, soldiers for hire or just plain anarchists: This time as he needs to get closer to them and have more influence and control he will use Living Weapon [+2], Lifetime of Knowledge [+2] and also Intimidating [+2] along with his apocalypse ability; Shadow Control [+2] This is a mix of coercion, demonstrations of physical power and occult power, and also a leave quickly card if he needs it.



  • Player: HiKaizer
      • Taver Einklassen

    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Living Weapon [+2]
      • Lifetime of Knowledge [+2]
      • Intimidating [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Shadow Control [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Soul Scarred [-2]
      • Wroth [-2]

MiltonSlavemasta
Feb 12, 2009

And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
"When you coming home, dad?"
"I don't know when
We'll get together then son you know we'll have a good time then."


Shiva Das - Nu York, Uptown

Shiva Das reflects upon himself leading the Yoga class, and considers that there might be a way to reach people on a subtle level citywide or beyond. "The global English-speaking population is about 2 billion. 80% have a smartphone. About 15% of the women and 3% of the men regularly do Yoga. That's, on balance, eighty percent of nine percent, a little over seven percent of two billion. A hundred and forty million English-speaking yoga practitioners in the world, not to mention other forms of meditation." As he walks out of the yoga class, he whips out his X-Phone and calls one of his buddies in the industry. "Jack, I've got a new app idea. Mantra-guided meditation. Five classical vedic mantras for free, additional mantras available for 99 cents each. Have it do heartbeat and breathing monitoring like on the Fitwit to show that you're getting relaxed, and just cycle and modulate some audio files. Guided meditation like you're in a monastery from the palm of your hand."

As soon as Shiva gets home, he starts scouring open-source libraries for the components necessary to build the app, finding the best recordings of the classical mantras, and starts calling up industry friends to make the pitch. This could really change the game, and, if it goes well enough, it could also be a source of funding.

Trying to get a smartphone guided-meditation app released that used classical Hindu mantras that may have metaphysical power/significance and slowly lead people to enlightenment. Using +2 Computer Expert and +2 Yogic Arts to build the app itself, and +2 Charisma to get some assistance and make the pitch to get it listed prominently on app downloading platforms.


  • Player: MiltonSlavemasta
      • Shiva Das

    • Faction: Terminators of The Kali Yuga, Knowers of Ultimate Reality
    • Qualities:
      • Computer Expert [+2]
      • Yogic Arts [+2]
      • Charisma [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Advaita Vedanta, Brahmic Magic [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Unleashed [-2]
      • Federal Intelligence [-2]

Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua looked down at the man, if there was ever proof that mankind required a superior being to direct it, this man was that. Still, he was what was available, and what better way to prove his superiority than to make a masterpiece from this garbage, so after ensuring the drunk was out of it enough to restrain, he binds the man then takes him to one of the nearby abandoned buildings where they would not be disturbed.

After checking the bonds to be sure the drunk would not be able to escape, Akua settles in to wait for the man to awaken. He was going to transform this useless piece of trash into a follower. Which meant the first matter than needed to be seen to was bringing him around to a way of thinking that befitted his new place in the world. Akua stretched, he would destroy the man, show him just what a weak, useless lump of wasted flesh he was. He would crush everything the man was, his hopes, his dreams, even his fears, and when he was at the lowest of the low, Akua would offer him a chance at salvation, a chance to be reborn. All the man would need to do would be to give up everything he was or ever would be, and devote himself entirely to his new master. All it would take is time, and the right skills. Akua had little doubt he could read the man, figure out what buttons to press to have the drunk dancing to his tune, the only question was whether he could do so with enough precision to leave enough left to reshape into his devotee. Well, the only way to find out was by doing, and if it didn't work out with this drunk, well there were more than enough of his kind that he could keep on trying, improving each time, until he had the process down pat.

Akua plans to use his talent as a Ruthless Manipulator[+4] to break the drunk down and build him up into a loyal follower.

  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]
[/quote]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

The first group were the self proclaimed "Children of Darkness". Their ethos was that the godly church communities had either excommunicated or cast them out and so they must pay. Many of society's aberrant members belonged, in theory to the forums. "Sexual deviants, radical apostates, occultists, and those less than sane" It was a group that felt very wronged. The majority were just talkers and didn't do anything. Quite a few were scattered around the world. Taver's post for a meetup was scoffed at by a large number, however those who belonged to the message board AND were in Star City who weren't do-nothing lip servicemen and women did agree to a meetup. At Danny's Donut, Coffee, and Diner.

The following user handles replied:
Sharebearbaby-fur2001
DennisDarko87
XXXAsmodianXXX
Vampira_Lush
Joe Jarvis
KirkdidNothingWrong
BishopShadowMore666

Taver would still need to setup the meeting but he could see through all the bullshit to know that these souls would be perfect for his uses.

Surprisingly Nu York state had its own militia group with about three dozen members. They always were looking for ex-veterans to bolster their ranks. It was run by a man who called himself "The Colonel". It was populated by ex-members of the Federated states army, navy, and marine corp. A few ex-airforce were sprinkled in, mostly techies. Their deep web page had many videos of burning Federated States flags, speeches against the govt, and threats against the state. The Colonel agreed to meet with Taver in a small farming community north of Star City. At a place called the "Black Lion Inn" a small hole in the wall bar with a less than stellar set of internet reviews. They seemed very willing to work with Taver but just needed to meet with him first. They hated the idea of stolen valor.

The deep web was a harder place to find occultists due to the amount of bullshit they and others like them spouted. The true follower of Baphomet would be a rare find indeed. So Taver had to make due with those willing if not able. If they would not serve, then he may find another use for them... A coven of about 13 so called "occultists" seemed very eager to meet Taver after his knowledge of their incomplete scraps of rituals blew away even their leader's. They would definitely join up with Taver should he want to. They usually met at Mary's house when her dad was out of town on the weekends. Did the dark web happen to mention they were all teens in high school?


You have found the chosen out of many fakes, posers, and losers. They are the very best available to you from the Darkweb in your area, that will at the very least be willing to join you once you meet with them and show them that yes, Taver is THE real deal. Unless you mess it up somehow. Success!



Shiva Das - Nu York, Uptown

The investors knew Shiva by reputation and it was only a pittance to them to get him a coding team from the east to back him up. The app was beautifully constructed and easy to use. It had all the features that Shiva could want. It also worked. The test group for the app seemed calmer and slowly their spiritual energy seemed to rise if extremely slowly. The paid features also would help monetize it and pay his investors back and hopefully generate an income for himself.

The problem with making a new hip and trendy app is...the app store is loaded. Blapple and Froogle app stores were loaded with fitness, spiritual, and every day living apps. The digital revolution would have been good in the FOL (Federated On Line) days for something like this where A/S/L was the mantra. But this was the new millennium. Downloads weren't a huge but there was a trickle. The app was rate 5 stars out of 5. So far. The trolls and idiots hadn't had their say yet.

Time would tell if the app would be a huge hit. There wasn't any advertising and it wasn't an editor's selected app, it might be a while before this reaped more benefits.


The app with your mortal qualities has been created (perfectly) and put on the two biggest app stores. It's no tinder but there were a few thousand downloads among the tens of thousands of apps available. Income is trickling in, but you still have to pay back the investors for the coders they hired.


Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

"Please, my name is Steven. Don't hurt me. My wife and kids." he whimpered. The man's cries as Akua began to break things and mend them weren't heard by anyone who would respond to it anyway. The warehouse far enough away and insulated enough and the population of this area not one to go to the cops. Healing over the man's mouth, eyes and ears as he went to work only made this work easier and more stealthy. Reopening his mouth to scream and eyes to see and ears to hear, the man begged.

There was no god. He would do anything. Anything at all to end it. The pain and torment. The insidious invasion of his body and mind. the violation. He would offer up his own wife and daughter to Akua. The fever Akua engineered to make his mind hallucinate while his senses were deprived from him made him question his reality and everything human.

When Akua asked Steven to join him. Willingly. The man sobbed with relief as he nodded yes.

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The next step and knowledge of what to do came to Akua in the form of instinct. <His body told him how/what to do but it would be up to Akua to act on it.> While it wasn't mind control and not a form of it at all, the breaking of Steven along with some carving out of some of the man's grey matter biologically would make him better. The bits removed would be replaced with something more suitable. The intelligence and experience of a man but none of the emotions or conscience. An increase in the production of testosterone and adrenaline any time he acted for Akua with dopamine any time he did anything for Akua that Akua liked and praised him for.

A very intelligent obedient dog. Akua would need to make some other changes to the man to ensure this came to pass and ensure Steven's survivability.


A minor use of your power for flavor not really mechanical effect. If you complete the process with your Apocalypse Power Steven will essentially be the perfect remorseless follower who will carry out Akua's will. One thing to mention though you might want to make his body either supremely flexible and resilient as his devotion or strong as his dedication to you. It might make him bigger and slightly monstrous but a ton more survivable. Less likely to come apart when enacting your will with supreme prejudice.

Quornes
Jun 23, 2011


Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States



"Ah please no, thank you. Thank you. No, thank you. Thank you all for coming," says Francis to the new faithful. A good first step on the path. These new initiates will form the bedrock of his following. Soon word will spread, interest will grow, and new opportunities will arise. "Today has been quite taxing, I fear I must retire for now and rest. But please, let Jerry here," he points to one of his older disciples, "answer your questions." With that, he leaves to the back room of the mini dome and as soon as the door closes Francis lets out a sigh.

From under his clothes he takes out the days take. A couple hundred dollars...well its a decent start, he thinks as he starts to sort the bills. Back in the day though...this would of been nothing. People cried out and practically shoved money into his hands as he waved an amethyst around. Hundreds of loyal followers to help run things. Now they're much diminished.

Still now that he has started on the path...those times will come again. For now he needs to work on establishing his power base here, gathering followers and money. If he could find someone rich, in need of healing, that would help immensely. Time is of the essence here, the rental on the mini-dome won't last forever...



Francis continues to send out his followers to find people and bring them in, then sway and convert them with Duke of Bridgewater [+4]. He's also trying to find, well, someone with money. A big fish to hook. Someone rich but in ill health that modern medicine has failed to help. If he can, he'll use The Crystal Plates [+2] to heal them, otherwise he keeps healing those brought to the mini-dome.


  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]

Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua is quite pleased with his progress, and the spark of inspiration on how to take it even farther sets off a whole cascade of ideas running through his mind. He reaches his hand out in front of Steven, cupping it and willing a thick slurry of stem-cells to issue forth. "Feast upon the new flesh, and be reborn. Once you taste, you will no longer be Steven, instead I will make you into My hand."

As Steven starts to slurp down the mixture, Akua gets to work, spending much of the biomass he had gained from his own meal, he allows Steven to drink deeply of the slurry sending his cells spiraling out through the man infiltrating every part of his body. Degenerating human muscles were transformed, the cells improving existing strands and building additional mass on top of that. When it was done, he would have the musculature of a bodybuilder, but his muscles would be stronger pound for pound than any mere humans. The cells flooded his circulatory system and other vital organs, wiping away decades and damage and strengthening them beyond human norms, sizing them up to meet the needs of his improved muscles. Next they sunk into the bones themselves, making them larger to fit his new frame, and stronger and less susceptible to damage. Even his skin was made thicker and harder to pierce, though Akua focused on making sure it still had the appearance and texture of normal human skin. Lastly came the man's brain and sensory organs. Eyes, ears, nose, and tongue were made more sensitive and able, and unnecessary portions of his brain were altered. Akua's servant would have no need for fear, conscience, or remorse. Instead those areas were repurporsed for more useful functions, helping to cope with the increased sensory data, and providing Akua control over the man's endocrine system for one. The new brain-flesh would be useful indeed, releasing adrenaline when acting for his master to boost his strength, with thoughts and stimuli associated with Akua triggering releases of dopamine and oxytocin, with certain stimuli such as approval from Akua triggering stronger releases. In the end, Akua even created a new organ within the man, small sacks at various points in his bloodstream to contain extra stem-cells to allow a limited degree of regeneration which could be re-upped with additional cell injections from Akua.

Just as millenia ago the ragged wolf had been domesticated into the proud hound, so to would the drunk become the first of a new species of humanity, adapted to serve its new owner. An exemplar of what mankind could become under his direction.

Akua's going all out to transform Steven into his Hand. He's getting the full package of upgrades, enhanced strength, speed, stamina, senses, durability, and changes to his brain to strip him of unnecessary emotions and conscience and create an in-built reward system for pleasing Akua. He's also leaving the man with a small store of extra cells in his body to allow limited regeneration, which will need to be topped up by Akua as he uses it. Trying to keep him as able to pass for a human even if he's huge and swole enough to stand out as unusual now. Akua's willing to invest pretty much all of the biomass he has right now to make this guy into the ultimate servant.

Flesh[+2] for the transformation, Enhanced Body[+2] to serve as a template, provide insight on how to enhance the man's physical features. Ruthless Manipulator[+4] for how best to balance the brain-stuff for maximum effect.


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  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]

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I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Casting his net far and wide, eventually he came upon someone with a bit of actual cash. Her name was Elvitine. Of the Marston family. The Marstons were old money and a part of Star City's social scene though she had not been seen in public in years. Her daughter, "Little" Paris Marston managed the business part of the family's holdings. Word of the strange new age healing Francis could provide had circulated as well as his almost borderline con-man tactics to those in the know.


Akua - Warehouse-Base, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The man who was Steven only hesitated a moment, as eating the flesh of another being wasn't part of the conditioning, but then leapt forward drinking in Akua's cells. The man was no more. He was a tool and servant of Akua now.


His size compared to most normal people would make him a bit more noticeable but nothing too terrible. He wouldn't win any beauty contests either. Most people in the Federated States may notice his looks but would be too politically correct to comment on it and definitely would try not to stare (or be caught staring).

"I am your HAND, Akua!" The man flexed and roared as his new body and mind adjusted. For Akua though he had to lean against a pillar to support himself. He had exhausted the extra bio-mass. He would recover in moments Though.




Flesh[+2] for the roll. The setup skills make sense for the action and work within the character. He's a Brute. Was like a 12 on dice roll so he doesn't even turn into a monster. But he is big/ugly so while no one is going to call the police, he's a tiny bit memorable. Which can be good if you plan on taking over the slums as nobody that's not packing heat is even going to gently caress with him.

Add this below your character sheet. I'm going to allow 3 Lieutenants under each character. Choose wisely. You can replace them if killed. These are any monsters or beings of note following or belonging to the faction that are more than normal human. (Stuff with mechanical effect.)
Their mortal qualities are the best that can be had without breaking through the power ceiling.
Minion Abilities are like very junior versions of apocalypse ability power levels


  • Player Owned: Valhawk, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Hand of Akua
    • Faction: Akua
    • Qualities:
      • Ultra Dense Bones [+2]
      • Maximum Strength [+2]
      • Improved Healing [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • Flesh Monster [+0]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2]
      • Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]

LupusAter
Sep 5, 2011



Sante Alberighi - Star City Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

"Oh, I don't yet know if I found what I was looking for. If you ask me, skipping ahead is a disservice to the writer, you have to let the story carry you in the full glory of its meandering path. But I thank you for your assistance"

Sante takes the slip from the librarian's grasp, and starts to go towards the basement. The security guard is a stern fellow. Sante hands him the slip, and tries to strike up a conversation while he examines the paper.

"So, how is it to spend your days surrounded by all these stories?"


Following instructions. Conversationalist [+2] to try to talk to the security guard, in the hopes of gleaming some interesting insight.


  • Player: LupusAter
      • Sante Alberighi

    • Faction:The Storytellers
    • Qualities:
      • Artist [+4]
      • Conversationalist [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Baptized with Ink
    • Drawbacks:
      • Perfectionist [-2]
      • Erratic [-2]

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Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua looked at his Hand and was pleased. This was just a taste of what he would do to the world. Even now he savored the thought of taming the self important fools that has created him in the same way. Still, creating him had been draining, and now he hungered once more. More biomass was needed.

"I hunger. It is time to prove your usefulness to Me, that you are worthy of the honor of being My Hand. Go, bring me biomass to consume, and do so without drawing unnecessary attention to yourself. I do not yet wish to be known to the world at large."

Akua's sending his Hand to get him something to consume without drawing attention. A test of his capabilities as it were.

  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]

  • Player Owned: Valhawk, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Hand of Akua
    • Faction: Akua
    • Qualities:
      • Ultra Dense Bones [+2]
      • Maximum Strength [+2]
      • Improved Healing [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • Flesh Monster [+0]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2]
      • Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]

Quornes
Jun 23, 2011


Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


"So what do you need, Father?" asked the new convert of the Blooming heart. Henry was a middle aged man who had been blinded a couple years back in a freak accident, scarring still visible around his eyes. After receiving Francis's blessing his sight had returned, crystal clear, with a most peculiar appearance but the scars had remained. The man had broken out in tears, praising Francis and brought his family back the next day to listen to him preach.

The days proselytizing was over and people had begun to shuffle out of the mini dome when Francis picked him out. "Walk with me," Francis commanded. The two walked through the mini dome into the tiny back office. "I fear that despite my best efforts, my message isn't spreading swiftly enough. We can only stay here for a couple weeks more before we must vacate, and I don't know if I'll be able to secure a new place to spread the message and help people. Which has led me to consider...outside options."

Henry looks confused. "What do you mean?"

"In order to keep healing those in need, I may need to heal those not in need. Or at least not as much in need. " Francis gives an almost theatrical sigh. "I have learned recently of someone who might benefit from my ministrations and could be persuaded to make a sizable donation. Think of how many more I could help! Won't you help me?"

"I...I'm not sure how I could Father, but if it will help others like me I will."

"Its simple...they do not have faith in my miracles. In the power of the crystals. But you, you are living proof of them! Come along with me and help me persuade them to our cause."



Making my spiel using Duke of Bridgewater [+4] to try and convince her Francis can help. Bringing Henry to show as proof of his healing powers, and to help convince them. The Crystal Plates [+2] to heal Elvitine a bit, to show that he really can help her out...then feign weakness and hint how he needs time to recover, and oh, well there are others in need as well and we could use help with certain things...aka money.


  • Player: Quornes
      • Francis Egerton

    • Faction: The Crystal Ascension
    • Qualities:
      • Duke of Bridgewater [+4]
      • What Doesn't Kill You...[+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • The Crystal Plates [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Like the Cult? [-2]
      • The Flesh is Weak... [-2]

Rhjamiz
Oct 28, 2007



Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


Kane was furious. He angrily took his badge and gun from his belt, throwing the pair down on the Captain's desk.

"You better hope Sanchez nabs the fucker in two weeks, or I'll be taking my case back. That's a promise, Captain."

He turned to glower at Officer Johnson as he stalked out of the Captain's office, but it was obvious he was just angry in general, not angry at Johnson. "I'll... get back to you on that. I need a drink."


gently caress you, Dad. Kane will go to the nearest cop bar, drink, and get ready to make Bad Decisions.

  • Player: Rhjamiz
      • Detective Stephen "Steve" Kane

    • Faction: Tabula Rasa
    • Qualities:
      • Investigator [+2]
      • PPAT [+2]
      • Pistol Qualification +2
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Storm Lord [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Anger Management [-2]
      • Soft-Hearted [-2]

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MiltonSlavemasta
Feb 12, 2009

And the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
"When you coming home, dad?"
"I don't know when
We'll get together then son you know we'll have a good time then."


Shiva Das - Nu York, Uptown

Shiva Das looks at the middling performance of the app, and realizes that it probably won't set the world on fire on its own. But the point wasn't solely to get people using the app. It was to get some data on the people of the right disposition. With an app like that granting access to the smartphone, it was possible to figure out who exactly among the few thousand users are influential on social media and invite them to a Yogic retreat, with the goal being to build an influential inner circle. They probably wouldn't be world-shakers yet, but with time, this application, and more importantly, the truth, will be able to propagate themselves through influential people in society. To also help with the app's middling downloads, he announces a sweepstakes on his personal blog and through the app - some users will be invited to a free yoga retreat in upstate New York!

He rented out a mountain resort upstate to use for a weekend retreat for about 20-40 ideal targets, and wrote a script with some variables to track to identify the best users of the app to try and recruit. It was true he was inviting "some users", but they wouldn't be chosen randomly - this was targeted recruiting of people both serious about meditation and focus and also, ideally, particularly influential or capable.

+2 Computer Expert, +2 Yogic Arts, +2 Charisma to identify an ideal combination of social media influencers who are at least susceptible to believing in Das's radical Hinduism out of the app users and invite them to a Yogic retreat in the mountains.

At the retreat, Das attempts to create two followers - one, the best communicator/social media influencer of the group who still has good character and is sympathetic to his ideas. Two, someone willing to do dirty deeds without question for the greater good. These two individuals would have their true selves revealed in private one-on-one meetings.

Mortal qualities could be used to help idetify the people, but this second action is really an apocalypse ability action on the two people who look like they fit these criteria

  • Player: MiltonSlavemasta
      • Shiva Das

    • Faction: Terminators of The Kali Yuga, Knowers of Ultimate Reality
    • Qualities:
      • Computer Expert [+2]
      • Yogic Arts [+2]
      • Charisma [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Advaita Vedanta, Brahmic Magic [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Unleashed [-2]
      • Federal Intelligence [-2]

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HiKaizer
Feb 2, 2012

Yes!
I finally understand everything there is to know about axes!


Taver Einklassen - Pal’s Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Taver needed to...think...on how to deal with children. It would be no use immediately terrifying them and then jeopardising himself when they ran to their parents. The idea of using his power initially as some kind of a game seemed almost insulting but he could accept that the children would need time to adjust.

This left the adults. He was very interested in the Colonel, but it was was out of town. He tried to organise the meetup first but he found that despite being willing, the people he would seek to make his eyes and ears all had various inane reasons to delay it. Tavar managed to settle a date for everyone, but in the end his trip to the Colonel would come first.

He did not trust the group, just as they likely did not trust him. Still the fact they were meeting in public meant that it was unlikely that they would attack him in public. But Taver did not trust easily in his second life, and he would ensure his safety. As he arrived in the town, he parked a block or two away from the pub and paused out of sight in an alley under the pretense of smoking. There he summoned two shadow clones, one humanoid and one in the shape of a raven. To the human he told him to stay out of sight and to find a way out, should things go bad. To the bird he told it to watch out for people spying on him or watching them from outside.

Then he walked inside to meet the Colonel.

Taver is securing his perimeter and making sure he has a way to leave. While he could use his shadow power in a pinch, he would rather not tip his supernatural hand just yet. He will use Shadow Control [+2] and also Lifetime of Knowledge [+2] and Living Weapon [+2] to create his two servants to watch the perimeter and also to locate an exit.

  • Player: HiKaizer
      • Taver Einklassen

    • Faction: The Lords of Chaos
    • Qualities:
      • Living Weapon [+2]
      • Lifetime of Knowledge [+2]
      • Intimidating [+2]
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Shadow Control [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Soul Scarred [-2]
      • Wroth [-2]

I am Communist
Apr 19, 2002



Sante Alberighi - Basement??, Downtown Public Library, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
The heavyset guard mumbles something in reply, something vague as he walks over to the elevator and scans a security badge. "People go down, but somehow they leave without me seeing them. Now don't go and mess nothin' up. Ya dig?" As Sante enters the elevator he is struck by a few things. The elevator was old. Like an antique, it had been modernized some time in the past to operate without a life operator, and with new tech type-security. Almost as if they were keeping something in rather than out. An oddity. As the elevator descended the lights flickered slightly and after riding for what seemed like forever, the doors opened and-

quote:

~Daniel Clark had been searching the Basement for newspaper archives, something was happening in the city. He could feel it. People had begun staring at him on the streets with hatred. Deep and primal. As if he were something terrible. His family and friends at first had helped him in his search, but soon they abandoned him too. What little he could glean was that this had happened before. The hum of the microfiche machine as he viewed old papers from the late 1800s hadn't given him any information. It was then that a meaty hand slapped on his shoulder. Startled he screamed as the figure clawed at him.

HATE. HATE HATE.

A woman with bruises all over her body stumbled out of a nearby rack and joined the fat man in the beating. Daniel begged. Pleaded. Until he lay still.

Above in the city it was spreading like a contagion, it was spre-~

Sante shook himself and took another step and-


quote:

~The diner was full and Mary was closing up. Greg was in his usual booth finishing his steak. He wiped a sweaty brow as he looked at the file in front of him. "Can I get something else for you hun? We're closing in about 20 minutes." Mary smiled tiredly at the man. He looked up and hurriedly covered the pictures of mutilated corpses. Had she seen? She hadn't. Greg shook his head no. Then Mary smiled again. There were too many teeth. His heart caught, and then Mary turned away and went back to cleaning. Another look. What could it hurt? Greg opened and examined the bodies again. His investigations had lead him to that farmhouse and there were other sites like it as well. But what could it mean. Every victim had been mutilated. Men, Women, Children, even animals. They were then filled with leaves and vines. The strangest set of killings he had ever seen.

Mary locked the front door. Turned and smiled at the oblivious Greg. Too many teeth. The cook and dishwasher looked up. Looked at Mary. Then at Greg. They smiled.

Too many teeth.

Too many-~

~Sante entered the basement of the library, the pretense of looking for a book quite ridiculous now. He could be a part of the story or narrate his piece of it. The end wasn't a place that existed the instruments of that end also didn't exist. At least not yet. A Sante had to write them. Make them. He had to start slow. Plant the seed. Then watch it grow. The storytellers showed him a small sample. Things that didn't seem sinister but then suddenly did, escalating. As Sante exited the elevator fully the story he would tell would~


People sometimes go into the basement and then don't come back. The storytellers are the reason. There was no book but this is how the story begins. A man buried up to his neck in the sand, the tide coming in. How did he get there? Was he trying to investigate something? Some unnameable horror stalking him or his family line? Does the devil from needful things take over Maine? The demon from IT start from consuming children and then move onto adults and then towns?
I will allow you to write one to three protagonists to discover the apocalypse. Your story must take a form, and the instrument of that end is something you will write.




Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
Dogs, Cats, Rats. The Hand of Akua brought them all to Akua and he consumed them. Within the week, the Slums seemed to be missing all of its birds, racoons, and small animal life. Akua looked at his own body. It was marvelously efficient. Containing all of that biomass should have made him slow and fat but actually the energy was stored within his own cells hyper-efficiently. There were rumors in the slums of a tall and ugly animal control agent, or some psycho who caught and ate animals depending on who you asked. Akua's Hand had been patient and hunted the area until nothing was left.

People were another matter, it was hard to stalk prey that could call 911 or run and escape. They would either need to be trapped or something quicker needed to be created to help Akua's hand catch them.


Akua gains a temporary quality Biomass [+2] (Well Fed). This quality can go away if used too often in the creation or modification of creatures/monsters. Making headcrabs is less impactful than say making another Hand.



Francis Egerton - The Mini-dome, East Side, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The driver and security man with the car looked slightly unconvinced that Henry should come, but with Francis' persuasion they allowed it. The drive was long and soon Francis and Henry could see the massive old mansion. Butlers and maids lined the walkway up to the home and soon Henry and Francis were showed to two very large rooms.

The butler was classically trained as were all of the staff. With a bow and a request that he be called should the lady's guests need anything the butler left the room.

Now it was the security man's turn. He frisked Francis and Henry, paused at the Crystal Plates but grunted when they were explained. He seemed like he didn't believe Francis' claims or that maybe the lady had been conned before. After making sure you both were no threat to Elvitine, he grunted again and then left. "Miss Elvitine will have you both for dinner at 6:30. Don't make me regret bringing you here." He said menacingly as a parting shot.

A maid came and got you both and took Francis and Henry down the long hallways to the dining room. Dinner was soon served and as Henry and Francis were seated two large security men entered the room. They were followed by a waspish looking man who escorted Elvitine, her arm on his. He pulled out her chair and seated the old woman. He then took up position in the corner of the room as she regarded the two of you. Those eyes missed nothing. She said nothing. Soup was soon served and after the first course Elvitine wiped her mouth with a napkin and spoke. "You're a con man Mr. Egerton. I know this, you know this. But what I have heard. I trust. From sources I trust. I didn't call you here for me Mr. Egerton. I called you here to heal my daughter. She is sick, you see. Sick in her mind."

Elvitine looked uncomfortable admitting anything to an outsider. "I've been watching you. Well, having you watched Mr. Egerton. If you can heal my baby. Fix her. You can ask for anything. Within reason, of course. What do you say Mr. Egerton? Hmm?"


Elvitine's daughter is not residing in the mansion, but from what you have read she runs everything as the active owner of all of the family's businesses. Your roll to bring Henry succeeded, healing Elvitine herself isn't what she wants, but for you to heal her daughter.




Detective Kane - CSPD HQ, Heaven’s Kitchen, Southside, Star City, Nu York, Federated States


The Captain puts his hand over the phone's reciever and yells back into Kane's face. "GET OUT GET OUTTA HERE! Make it three weeks! Sgt. Muldoon! Get this rear end in a top hat outta here before I put my foot up his rear end!" Sgt. Muldoon didn't make it before Kane slammed the door. Officer Johnson nodded. "See you at O'Charley-Murphy-Muldoon's ?" She said hopefully. It was the oldest police bar in this part of the city. The three brothers from another mother had opened the place back in the 1920s. One brother was a bootlegger, another a policeman, and the last was a fireman.

As Detective Kane entered the bar, he ordered a stiff drink. "On the house. Looks like you can use it." said Joey. The 50 something bartender a fixture at the place. After several drinks the doors opened again and this time a bunch of Millennia Hipsters that looked like something out of a lumberjack catalogue entered. "Irritating little..." Growled Steve McGavin. He was retied from the force and hated young people with a passion. Kane grunted and continued to get his drink on. However soon his zen was shattered by the group. "What do you mean you don't have chocolate apple-tini's!" Shrilled a man old enough to know better.

"This place is sooo lame." Complained another. "It doesn't even have liquid nitro micro-brews and only Buddy-lite on tap." He sneered. The waitress, Donna was losing her patience at their entitlement. She said something that angered the group and then one of the boys stood up and got in her face. Pointing a finger. "Listen bitch. We're not paying for poo poo now or tipping you since you have a lovely attitude. I'll have your job you stupid, old, worn out wage-slave!"


Kane is currently status: Buzzed [+0]. However, the shitstains across the bar are ruining it. WHAT DO?



Shiva Das - Forest-Retreat, North Nu York, Federated States
The group of 32 were happy to go to the resort these were anything from small media personalities to online streamers and podcasters.

The first one who showed promise was Jenna Steely a known online personality who did comedy vlogs and makup tips. Her little dog Miss Piggy often a source of jokes and material. She always ended up with a few 100k views and seemed at that threshold of awakening.

The second one who showed promise was Jake "Get Beefy Bitch" Armstrong. He was a health enthusiast and avid crossfit fanatic. He often would get into flamewars with commenters on his website, but somehow. This guy. He was close. More in tune with his true self than anyone shown so far.

For fame and likes, they'd do what it took. For health and wellness they'd do it. For spiritual perfection as well as physical perfection, they would do it. They could manipulate people, it all depended on Shiva. Now these weren't people of violence or skills outside of their influence areas but they knew others. Like Gun Nut 2.5 an avid collector of Anime and Firearms for example. Knowledge of a connected world could help spread the app or other things for Shiva.


How about a Forest retreat? Not many mountains up there. Two of the closest to awakening have been selected. Other influencers can be available with a roll.



Taver Einklassen - Pal's Diner, Clefton Suburbs, Star City, Nu York, Federated States
The clone and bird went to their assigned tasks. From what they relayed to Taver. The Colonel was in Pal's diner. He had two men with him at a table, their backs to the wall facing the windows. There were other men who were in the group at different tables. This was a small local place for breakfast and everyone needed to eat before work, but they could be trouble if poo poo went south. As Taver entered the Colonel stood up to greet him and shook Taver's hand. Hard. No handshake could hurt Taver and the Colonel looked surprised and then impressed. He was a very large muscular man. A man in his prime and used to hard labors. An ex-soldier from the tatts on his arms and what little Taver could find out about the man. "Come and sit." He motioned to a chair with its back to the windows. "Martha's bringing the boys and me some coffee and pie, you want somethin?"

After Martha brought food and refreshments, Taver looked at the other two men at the table. "This one's my boy, Raymond." The Colonel pointed to a 20 something kid next to him. They shared a family resemblance now that Taver thought about it. "And this guy." He pointed to the other man. "Is Jason James the third. He owns the land we practice our skills on. First question I gotta ask though. Are you a member of law enforcement or a Fed? You have to tell me you know." The men (and actually several people inside the diner tensed at this question). Taver's clone and the bird verified it, but no danger was seen. "We don't like the government around here..."


Your clones are watching. No danger. However these guys seem legit if not slightly paranoid. I wonder what they have to hide from "Aunt Liberty" (The patriotic Federated States Uncle Sam Character)

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Valhawk
Dec 15, 2007

EXCEED CHARGE


Akua - Warehouse, Slums, Old Town, Star City, Nu York, Federated States

Akua's body thrummed with power, his hand had served him well. While he was once more physically satiated, the instinct to dominate and expand his base of power had awakened once more, and the creation of his Hand had given him an excellent idea of how to proceed next. His Hand, kneeling in the presence of his master, patiently awaits his orders. After a minute spent looking him over, Akua speaks, "You are the first of my followers, the first to accept your proper place and embrace the new flesh, but you cannot be the last. I require more who will enact my will. I cannot yet reveal myself, but that is why I have you my Hand, I will tell you who to bring and what to say, and you will bring them here. Then the true work can begin." Akua then described the targets for his Hand, the desperate and deformed among the homeless in the slums, those who wouldn't be missed and who have nothing to lose. Akua tells his Hand what offers to make, what words to say and how to say them to convince his master's target to return with him, and what precautions to take against betrayal.

Akua would wait in the shadows of the warehouse, someplace out of sight where he could see the future recruits, but they couldn't see him. He looked forward to seeing the results of his Hand's labors.

Akua's sending out his Hand to gather potential converts, specifically targeting the deformed and most desperate among the homeless in the slums. The sort of people who won't be missed, and have so little to lose that they'll take any chance they can get. Akua's providing his hand targeting criteria and the methods to entice those targets (basically scripts of what to say) drawn from his talent as a Ruthless Manipulator[+4].

  • Player: Valhawk
      • Akua

    • Faction: Akua [Himself], (Phyrexia Style Propagation)
    • Qualities:
      • Ruthless Manipulator [+4]
      • Improved Body [+2]
      • Biomass [+2] (Well Fed) - Temp
    • Apocalypse Ability:
      • Flesh [+2]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Inhuman [-2]
      • Hubris [-2]
  • Player Owned: Valhawk, NPC Minion(GM run)
      • The Hand of Akua
    • Faction: Akua
    • Qualities:
      • Ultra Dense Bones [+2]
      • Maximum Strength [+2]
      • Improved Healing [+2]
    • Minion Ability:
      • Flesh Monster [+0]
    • Drawbacks:
      • Single-mindedly Devoted to Akua [-2]
      • Stands out [Large, Ugly] [-2]

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