20-11-2003, 12:00
OOC: Hey kids! Pop quiz! Me + Bottle of Cap'n Morgen + VHS of "Universal Soldier" + PGA Tour Commerical + Evangelion = ??? /OOC
The year, is 2028. The place, a small, quiet unassumming community... More precisely, Kaudington County Club. A man is seen here, wearing stereotypical golfers clothes, shooting on the green. The man is Freddick Kaudington, owner of this fine and prestige county club. Freddick is a bulldog of a man, well built while not being redicously so. A pair of emerald green eyes sit below hick, bushy eyebrows. He has the look of a man who has seen much in the world. A slight breeze blows across the open green, ruffling his short cropped brown hair, streaks of gray here and there.
Soon, a golf cart pulls up to him, and a frail looking blonde man steps out. He, too is wearing golfer clothing, plaid on plaid.
"Mr. Kaudington?" The frail man starts as he nears the other.
"What is it, Bishop?" Kuaington asked, striking yet anothr golf ball out onto the green range.
"Well, I'm not sure if you know already or not, but the window in the lounge was broken. This was found inside the lounge." Bishop holds up a gold ball. Kuadington swipes it from the man, and examines it closely.
"This is no doubt a pre-emptive strike from... The Country Club Next Door!" He proclaims boldly! The Country Club Next Door was a relatively new country club to the community, and it was encroaching on Kaudington's business. Bishop speaks quietly.
"What do you suppose we do, sir?"
"It's quite obvious. Activate, the UniGol project!" Kaudington orderly, acting more like a military General then a simple golf club owner.
"Activate it?! But sir, the UniGols still haven't been tested beyond A9!" Bishop replied in shock.
"It doesn't matter. They're ready!"
Bishop resigned himself, "Yes sir, I will send the order down immediately..." He pulls out a cell phone, dials a secure number, then speaks into the reciever end. "This is Colonel Bishop, Activate the UniGol Project. Activation password: There Is No Nineteenth Hole."
He put the cell phone away, and looked at Kaudington. "General, would you like to watch the activation process?"
>THWACK!< Another golf ball went sailing. "Of course. Let's go." With that, Kuadington gathers his stuff and climbs onto the golf cart, and Bishop drives back to the lounge. Once there, the two pile out and go to an elevator, the doors sliding open and letting them in. Kuadington pulls out a set of keys, and inserts one into a keyhole next to the button labaled "B." The doors close, and the elevator slides down the shaft into the lower, secert regions of the country club lounge.
The car goes down many levels, before finally reaching it's final destination. Stepping out, the two find themselves in what looks like somesort of military complex. A pair of MPs salute them as they exit the elevator.
"Sir! Welcome back, sir!" One of them stated, his shiney new H&K Golf Club held at ease.
"Carry on." Kuadington says, then he and Bishop head for the UniGol Control and Command Center. They arrive shortly, just as the activation process was about half way through.
"All process up to 300 cleared for units 1 through 5! Starting third level start up program!" A female operator shouted out.
"Third level confirmed! Begining Nueral Synapses Interchange!" Another shouted back, this one a male.
"Process under way! 320... 330... 340... 350... 360... No return threshold reached..." The first reported. Suddenly, alarms began to sound, a loud klaxon blaring. On the main veiwscreen, the word "ERROR!" flashed in bright, red letters. "There's an error in the Brainwave! Pulses are flowing backwards!"
"We got Kindling!" The second operator shouted out. "Neural readings are all over the place!"
"Damnit! Abort the activation! Shut it down!" Kuadington ordered.
"Entering shut down command.... IT'S BEEN REJECTED!!!? The UniGols aren't accepting our signal!" The female operator exclaimed in disbelief.
"How is that possible?!" Bishop demanded.
"I don't know!"
"They're going out of control! Full activation in ten... Nine..." The male operator be to count down.
"Attemptng to sever Start up power.... The UniGols are overriding the command! I can't shut down the power!"
"Three... Two... One... UniGols self activated!"
"My god..." Kuadington said in disbelief as five of the six Universal Golfers arose from their holding cells. A squad of MPs tried to stop them, but they were no match for the surperior golfing skills of the Universal Golfers and were quickly dispatched. "Initiate lock down! Don't let them escape!"
"Lock down initiated! .... We can't! The UniGols are jamming our signal!" The female operator said.
"What... Have we done?" Bishop's face was white as a sheet, all the color drained from his cheeks.
"It's not over yet. We still have Unit 6. I want to know exactly what went wrong with the activation! I want it fixed, then start up Unit 6. It's the only thing that can stop the Universial Golfers!" Kuadingtn ordered.
"Yes sir!"
OOC: By now, I bet most, if not all, of you are saying "My God Nathan, what form of dark unholy manifestion of pure EVUL have you unleashed upon us?!" lol Here's are the roles you can play as: One of the five rouge Universial Golfers, Universial Golfer Unit 6, a member of the Kaudington Secert Golfing Army, a member of the Country Club Next Door Golfing Milita, or just some random golfer/whatever you want to be.
Some background: The UniGols are basically famous golfers who have died somehow in the past. Kuadington secertly acquired their corpses and cybernetically enchanced them so that they'd be the perfect golfer, able to hit hole-in-ones 99% of the time on any golf course. They can swing harder, faster, and with more accurancy then your average golfer, and it was Kuadington's plan to use them to dominate the golfing world.
In this RP, golfing is the only sport. Football is unheard of, baseball was never invented. Only golf. Golfing tournments are held once every other month, and draw crowds numbering in the thousands. Every tournment, millions of citizens tune in to watch their favorite golfer give it a go to win it all.
They are no guns in this world, per se. Just golf clubs and golf balls. Some golf clubs are special, such as the H&K Golf Club. It has a special head made to strike golf balls at a faster rate then normal. The average golf ball is the auto return one. You hit it, and after it hits something (Or someone :P), it comes back to you. There are other, more rare golf ball weapons, like ones with spikes or razors sticking out of them to inflict more damage, and tracking balls that follows a target until it hits it.
Hmm... Yeah, I came up with this idea while I was drunk after watching Universal Soldier. I turned off the VCR, and they was a commerical for the America PGA tour. And then... Well, let's just say when I come up wih the weirdest ideas when I'm drunk... /OOC
The year, is 2028. The place, a small, quiet unassumming community... More precisely, Kaudington County Club. A man is seen here, wearing stereotypical golfers clothes, shooting on the green. The man is Freddick Kaudington, owner of this fine and prestige county club. Freddick is a bulldog of a man, well built while not being redicously so. A pair of emerald green eyes sit below hick, bushy eyebrows. He has the look of a man who has seen much in the world. A slight breeze blows across the open green, ruffling his short cropped brown hair, streaks of gray here and there.
Soon, a golf cart pulls up to him, and a frail looking blonde man steps out. He, too is wearing golfer clothing, plaid on plaid.
"Mr. Kaudington?" The frail man starts as he nears the other.
"What is it, Bishop?" Kuaington asked, striking yet anothr golf ball out onto the green range.
"Well, I'm not sure if you know already or not, but the window in the lounge was broken. This was found inside the lounge." Bishop holds up a gold ball. Kuadington swipes it from the man, and examines it closely.
"This is no doubt a pre-emptive strike from... The Country Club Next Door!" He proclaims boldly! The Country Club Next Door was a relatively new country club to the community, and it was encroaching on Kaudington's business. Bishop speaks quietly.
"What do you suppose we do, sir?"
"It's quite obvious. Activate, the UniGol project!" Kaudington orderly, acting more like a military General then a simple golf club owner.
"Activate it?! But sir, the UniGols still haven't been tested beyond A9!" Bishop replied in shock.
"It doesn't matter. They're ready!"
Bishop resigned himself, "Yes sir, I will send the order down immediately..." He pulls out a cell phone, dials a secure number, then speaks into the reciever end. "This is Colonel Bishop, Activate the UniGol Project. Activation password: There Is No Nineteenth Hole."
He put the cell phone away, and looked at Kaudington. "General, would you like to watch the activation process?"
>THWACK!< Another golf ball went sailing. "Of course. Let's go." With that, Kuadington gathers his stuff and climbs onto the golf cart, and Bishop drives back to the lounge. Once there, the two pile out and go to an elevator, the doors sliding open and letting them in. Kuadington pulls out a set of keys, and inserts one into a keyhole next to the button labaled "B." The doors close, and the elevator slides down the shaft into the lower, secert regions of the country club lounge.
The car goes down many levels, before finally reaching it's final destination. Stepping out, the two find themselves in what looks like somesort of military complex. A pair of MPs salute them as they exit the elevator.
"Sir! Welcome back, sir!" One of them stated, his shiney new H&K Golf Club held at ease.
"Carry on." Kuadington says, then he and Bishop head for the UniGol Control and Command Center. They arrive shortly, just as the activation process was about half way through.
"All process up to 300 cleared for units 1 through 5! Starting third level start up program!" A female operator shouted out.
"Third level confirmed! Begining Nueral Synapses Interchange!" Another shouted back, this one a male.
"Process under way! 320... 330... 340... 350... 360... No return threshold reached..." The first reported. Suddenly, alarms began to sound, a loud klaxon blaring. On the main veiwscreen, the word "ERROR!" flashed in bright, red letters. "There's an error in the Brainwave! Pulses are flowing backwards!"
"We got Kindling!" The second operator shouted out. "Neural readings are all over the place!"
"Damnit! Abort the activation! Shut it down!" Kuadington ordered.
"Entering shut down command.... IT'S BEEN REJECTED!!!? The UniGols aren't accepting our signal!" The female operator exclaimed in disbelief.
"How is that possible?!" Bishop demanded.
"I don't know!"
"They're going out of control! Full activation in ten... Nine..." The male operator be to count down.
"Attemptng to sever Start up power.... The UniGols are overriding the command! I can't shut down the power!"
"Three... Two... One... UniGols self activated!"
"My god..." Kuadington said in disbelief as five of the six Universal Golfers arose from their holding cells. A squad of MPs tried to stop them, but they were no match for the surperior golfing skills of the Universal Golfers and were quickly dispatched. "Initiate lock down! Don't let them escape!"
"Lock down initiated! .... We can't! The UniGols are jamming our signal!" The female operator said.
"What... Have we done?" Bishop's face was white as a sheet, all the color drained from his cheeks.
"It's not over yet. We still have Unit 6. I want to know exactly what went wrong with the activation! I want it fixed, then start up Unit 6. It's the only thing that can stop the Universial Golfers!" Kuadingtn ordered.
"Yes sir!"
OOC: By now, I bet most, if not all, of you are saying "My God Nathan, what form of dark unholy manifestion of pure EVUL have you unleashed upon us?!" lol Here's are the roles you can play as: One of the five rouge Universial Golfers, Universial Golfer Unit 6, a member of the Kaudington Secert Golfing Army, a member of the Country Club Next Door Golfing Milita, or just some random golfer/whatever you want to be.
Some background: The UniGols are basically famous golfers who have died somehow in the past. Kuadington secertly acquired their corpses and cybernetically enchanced them so that they'd be the perfect golfer, able to hit hole-in-ones 99% of the time on any golf course. They can swing harder, faster, and with more accurancy then your average golfer, and it was Kuadington's plan to use them to dominate the golfing world.
In this RP, golfing is the only sport. Football is unheard of, baseball was never invented. Only golf. Golfing tournments are held once every other month, and draw crowds numbering in the thousands. Every tournment, millions of citizens tune in to watch their favorite golfer give it a go to win it all.
They are no guns in this world, per se. Just golf clubs and golf balls. Some golf clubs are special, such as the H&K Golf Club. It has a special head made to strike golf balls at a faster rate then normal. The average golf ball is the auto return one. You hit it, and after it hits something (Or someone :P), it comes back to you. There are other, more rare golf ball weapons, like ones with spikes or razors sticking out of them to inflict more damage, and tracking balls that follows a target until it hits it.
Hmm... Yeah, I came up with this idea while I was drunk after watching Universal Soldier. I turned off the VCR, and they was a commerical for the America PGA tour. And then... Well, let's just say when I come up wih the weirdest ideas when I'm drunk... /OOC