NationStates Jolt Archive

[[ Prologue ]]

Dying sunlight streaked across the western skies, illuminating in stark contrast the planar angles of the weathered deep space cruiser sitting silently. The wind was moderate, probably ten knots, and the skies mostly clear. There was a steady clanking sound of a hammer striking metal, each clank perfectly in tune with the beat of an old rock ballad belting out from unseen speakers from the ship. A singing grizzled voice rose and fell with the artist’s own, to an audience of none.

“…Like all the locals here I've had to sell my home
Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone…”

The weathered man ceased his work and leaned back against the railing of the elevated mechanics platform he was seated upon. He inspected his repair work, nodding softly to himself in satisfaction before gathering the hammer and compressor drill and setting them aside. The hull had taken serious damage from a rogue meteorite that had breached the ship, causing depressurization to occur and the ship’s bay to ice over. The ice was gone now and at last, the patch completed.

Deeply tanned and lean muscular arms and hands gripped the railing and lifted the man to his feet before he turned and pushed the lever that began the lowering of the platform. As the platform touched the ground, he stepped off and stretched, feeling the twisted knots in his back unwind. He winced a moment as a sharp pain shot through him, then faded, a residual injury from his many years working the seas as a fisherman. He turned now to the south where he knew the sea lay beyond the horizon’s reach. He missed the sea. He loved the smell of the salty air, the feel of his ship riding the troughs and crests of the waves, the gnarled and knotted wood of the wheel. He missed the excitement that never ceased to exist each time he hauled in a fresh catch with fellow seamen. He had been in the trade for so long that most just called him by an affectionate name, ‘Bayman’. He remembered the swordfish that had skewered him while thrashing loosely on deck one cold winter night out in the deeps.

“Bayman!” cried a voice from behind, causing the old man to turn and gaze upon the younger male approaching. “Just got word. We ship out next week!”

He waved once, and then accepted the crumpled paper to inspect the orders. “Aye, so we do…and seems we’ll be taking on a few swordfish too! Some stripers and crabs as well. Have those cryo-locks come in yet from Harmina Techs?”

“Not yet sir, should be here in a day or so though.” The younger man, Adem, replied.

“Good, ‘cause I’ll be damned if I get an attempt like last time. Bloody bastards trying to pirate my ship… This time, no chances. No mistakes. An’ that’s how it’s gonna stay.” Bayman replied tightly with a small scowl as he remembered the last time he had taken a shipment for these people. Frankly, he couldn’t care less what they chose to do with their fish, but he needed the money. Had it not been for the irresponsibility and outright stupidity of the Imitoran society as a whole causing that god-rutting debacle of ungodly occurrence way out in high seas to the southeast of the region. Again, he cursed them silently for the thousandth time.

Adem exchanged a few more words with the fisherman, then departed to return to the office to procure future shipments. Bayman looked up at the ship that had taken his whole savings accumulated from thirty-seven years of honest hard work on the seas. It was irony that already, he had made that money back and then some. His eyes caught sight of the name stenciled proudly into its bow, Deep Blue. Softly at first, his voice rose in its gravely tone repeating the ending of the song that had ended several minutes ago.

“I was a bayman like my father was before
Can't make a living as a bayman anymore
There ain't much future for a man who works the sea
But there ain't no island left for islanders like me…”

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In a nearly forgotten corner of the universe, there floats a planet that by all appearances is barren and inhospitable. Surface temperatures are regularly in the deep subzero range, effectively making it impossible for life to survive on its brutally harsh surface. A thin atmosphere still surrounds the planet, comprised primarily of oxygen and nitrogen. Yet, for all intents and purposes, this planet has something else, an almost entirely hollow interior cavern that stretches for miles in perpetual darkness. With the proper modifications, this interior cavern has been made habitable, and viable for life to live. Vents drill through the upper portions of the cavern, recycling air through a complex arrangement of technology that is primarily meant to warm up the air and purify its content.

All this was done to serve a single purpose, a single destination, a single home for a certain breed of…society, the Condemned. The condemned are the fiercest criminals, the ones tried and found guilty by civilized governments, and sent to serve life sentences on this planet deceptively named Paradise. Paradise is maintained and managed in every aspect by the private company known as Ember Corporation.

There is no parole.

There is no return.

There is no hope.

The only thing you’re left to do is to answer the question:

How does one live when Hell’s frozen over?


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Here’s the deal. You sign up as a criminal being sent to this slam affectionately known as Paradise. All prisoners will be delivered frozen in cryo-state to the deep space cruiser “Deep Blue” piloted by Bayman. All prisoners will have been relieved of all weapons (inspection is very thorough) prior to cryo-freeze. Once ‘Deep Blue’ arrives at Paradise, cryo-frozen prisoners will be jettisoned and their hibernation pods will be directed by autopilot on to a pre-programmed route to the planet’s Waiting Room; where prisoners are thawed and allowed time to regain use of their limbs after such a long flight-time. Then, prisoners will be set loose inside the cavern to fend for their own lives. Escape from Paradise is impossible due to the carefully planned means of transportation to Paradise.

In other words, it’s a one way road.

Or, you can sign up for a position as a guard of the prison, whom like the prisoners, can never return to ‘home’, wherever it may be. It is preferable to have more people submitting criminal-types rather than guards, as the storyline will focus on those criminals surviving in a hostile environment where even a simple wrong action will lead to death. Can you find friends who’ll back you in times of trouble? Or will you prefer solitude?

The rules are simple.

Live or Die.


Signup is limited, so don’t delay if you’ve got interest in joining.

Signup Format:

Name:
Age:
Race:
Former/Current Occupation:

Name: Tarja Byrne
Age: 32
Species: Human
Current Occupation: Security Guard At Paradise
Former Occupation: Security Guard at the Golden Simatar’s Brimstone Federal Prison. She was charged on numerous charges of prisoner abuse. No evidence could ever be brought to bear on her however. She was thrown on probation after shooting a prisoner, claiming self-defense. No witnesses came forward and surveillance footage was subject to debate. Byrne was non-the less fired from her position.

Name: Russell Whitney
Age: 29
Species: Human
Current Occupation: Inmate at Paradise
Charges: Embezzlement and Attempt to Flee International Boundaries
Former Occupation: Worked as a software security programmer for Lander Mining Consolidated. Implanted a virus into the mainframe and over the course of three months robbed the multi-billion dollar company of nearly $700million dollars before being detected. Russell attempted to flee but was detained at Pembrooke International Airport. All the money was returned but because of the size and scope of the crime, LMC’s stock dropped significantly. In order to make an example, the LMC lawyers used various back room negotiations and bribes to get Russell sentenced to Paradise, to insure he’d never return.

Couple of questions Tarlachis - straight ( psh ) humans only? mutants / non humans allowed?

TG headed your way

Humans are definitely allowed. Mutants are allowed upon approval by either myself or my co-GM, Assington.

We request that those that might arrive with abilities keep them at a moderate level at best. We have our plot-related reasons, and additionally, it'll keep things on a more even level for the most part. There is a chance however that either Assington or I will specifically name certain characters to be stronger in something or other (provided they have it).

That being said, let me make one thing clear.

Being human is not to be correlated with being helpless/weak/useless.

There's a reason I've mentioned this. Just squirm a bit and wait to see how things develop.

We've got a few interesting things planned for everyone... :cool:
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Name: Ben Paterson
Age: 42
Race: Human
Hair/Eyes: Sandy brown/hazel
Height/Weight: 176cm/65kg
Occupation: Paradise Chief Physician
Former Occupation: Head Medical Researcher at LifeChange Industries

Bio: Ben has spent the majority of his life in medical research. Many men and women get into the profession with ideas of curing cancer and saving the world but Ben has never let such delusions distract him. After completing his studies and specialisations, Ben was picked up by a firm known as LifeChange Industries, a firm that specialised in creating drugs that really did help people, that made their lives better and improved the human condition.

Years of hard work and research allowed Ben to make a name for himself as he rose through the scientific ranks of LifeChange Industries. Whatever he was working on was highly classified but rumour persisted that it would change the world.

Despite a promising career, Ben is now the Chief Physician at the prison, Paradise. No one outside LifeChange seems to know how he fell from grace as giving murderers and rapists their shots is certainly a long fall from being at the forefront of life changing medical research.
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Name: Derrick 'Destroyer' Davies (or DDD)
Age: 34
Race: Human
Hair/Eyes: Jet black/blue
Height/Weight: 188cm/87kg
Occupation: Paradise prisoner
Former Occupation: Supermarket cashier
Charges: 59 first degree murders

Bio: Derrick appears to be a humble young man with pleasant manners and a charming smile. Behind his cold blue eyes is a predator, a man that enjoys hunting other humans and robbing them of their lives. It's not the pain that he enjoys, it's the dominance. The power coursing through his veins as he kills his helpless victims is like a drug he cannot resist and must always have more.

Whilst DDD was convicted of 59 murders, it is suspected he is responsible for many more and after years of psycho-analysis and attempts to understand and even reform him, DDD was finally sent to Paradise, where it was expected he would either rot until his life expired or he would fall victim to others like him.

Okay, thanks for the additional information.

Name: Katrina Scott
Age: 29
Race: Cat Person
Occupation: Prisoner
Former Occupation: Narcotics and Firearm sales, transportation, and acquisitions
File Picture: Just imagine the lovely Kat Von D (http://holamun2.com/files/images/attachments/2007/12/kat-von-d.jpg) with these cat ears and tail (http://www.bewildered-art.com/catgirls/artwork/jillc.jpg).

Bio

My parents hated me.

Seriously, they must have. To name someone who looks, well, like a human with feline features Katrina had to have been a cruel joke. The last guy who called me "Cat" is still spitting up chunks of his testicles three years later. I hear the therapy sessions are going well for him though. He faired better than the douche that called me "Kitty" once. They still haven't found his left eye. Not that he needs it anymore.

I actually had a quasi normal child hood. I mean, yeah, I didn't have human ears, and this fucking tale that tends to do whatever the hell it pleases swinging from just above my ass, but really, it was normal. My mom was the other cat person in the family, and my dad just had a fetish I guess. Mom, bearer of similar cat ears and tale, was also Waspy McFucking Wasp Wasp, lived her life martini to martini, but cooked one hell of a roast and always had food on the table for us. Dad tried his best to be around when we needed him, but running two franchise businesses wasn't easy. I had an older brother, but he was normal, well, by somebody's standards. He brought a new level of fucked up to the whole goth movement, and was also an ass hole. But, he beat the shit outa guys who tried to fuck with me, made sure I did my homework, and kept me company during the divorce. And when some piece of shit drunk driver ran his sport bike off the road? Well, I took my late brother's CZ 75B, found the driver, and blew his head off.

It was sometime around my sophomore year of college I decided to leave the normal world. First off, it was hard to study, take tests, learn, and have a social life when no one could get over the fact that my tail would smack them on the leg if I liked them. Or the fact that after sex, I purred. Get the fuck over it people, really. I also found I had a knack for moving items that were less than legal in whatever capacity. I started off light, just moving some rock or blow among the frat houses, and heading into town to move meth. It was easy enough. Buy low sell high, right? If half those fuckers on wall street spent three weeks slinging blow instead of snorting it, there never would have been the great fuck up of aught nine.

Then I found the firearm black market. And that shit. Was. Cool. It was even easier than moving drugs, and it paid about three hundred percent better. All you had to do was buy a gun, then find someone who wanted one but couldn't get it legally, and you were set. A year or two later, some guy with a lawyer last name asked me to help him out. He had a few buddies in the real old country who needed some help getting some under the table stuff handled. I gave him my price, hooked him up with some old Uzis and Mac 10s I had laying around, and went about my business. A month down road, the middle of the road Israeli prime minister took about a thousand rounds from some old Uzis and Mac 10s. There was another coup or something, hard liners and what not. Beats the shit outa me, all I know is at that moment, business took off a substantial percentage.

I was in Iran when they nailed me. Some ex military types wanted to stage another coup, and I had damn like hundred and fifty ARs and AKs just collecting dust. Shoulda vetted the fuckers better. We were in some camp out, had some of the best weed I've had the pleasure of smoking, and some damned good blow when they hit us. My three escorts, the hottest looking ex Marine named Wraith Kelly and two cocky ass SAS types were out discussing the finer points of long range shooting, and I was getting a decent line ready when I felt like someone straight dropped me in the chest. Fuck tasers.

When I snapped out of it, Kelly was dragging me away from the tent popping off rounds from his rifle, looking down at me making sure I was still ok. God damn he had gorgeous eyes. I brought myself back to the real world grabbed my CZ 75B, and got into the fight with nine mill +P+ hollow points. Then Kelly took a hit, went down, and we were fucked. One of the SAS guys grabbed him, started dragging his ass back to the Humvee while that crazy ass Recon Fucker kept calling out that he'd come get me. The other Brit took a round trying to come get me.

If you've ever wondered what it looks like when a 40mm grenade hits your ass in the face, I'll tell you sometime. It didn't look pretty. And screw it all, its hard to find employees that god damned dedicated.

I still don't know why the decided to send my ass to some fucking off world prison planet. Maybe its because I sold to anyone. Not really discriminant like that. Maybe they wanted to make me an example. Maybe its because I sold the guns that started civil wars, ended chances of middle east peace that wasn't gonna happen anyway, shot up a good number of the bastards my self, completely embarrassed the DEA by sneaking several hundred pounds of the good shit right into (and out of) their head quarters.

Then again, maybe it was because I didn't blow the judge.

All I know is first mother fucker that calls me "cat" "kitty" or any other feline term with a smirk? Well I hear the therapy sessions are going well.

TGS, MO, you're good to go. Ass, you're obviously WAY overpowered. :P j/k.

Here's my characters. Note this not exclusive.

Name: James Blackthorne
Age: 54
Race: Human
Current Occupation: Warden of Paradise
Bio:

Blackthorne has been a warden for nearly his full adult life, save for an initial six year stint in the Tarlachian special forces of which all missions he's partaken have remained sealed and locked away. Taking his discipline and training as a walk of life, he became warden of several smaller prisons before being offered a unique chance by Ember Corporation to oversee the 'perfect prison' known as Paradise. That, and a few other smaller perks they were willing to acquiesce. Nevertheless, he runs Paradise in a manner strangely disciplined and yet...wild. The inmates can all rot as far as he's concerned, but at least their deaths are usually entertaining.

Almost never seen by prisoners in person, for even then, he wears a mask of grotesque design (http://www.landesmuseum.de/sonder/2004/hannibal/Bilder/maske.jpg) yet his presence is enough to chill the blood of most criminals under his care. No one knows why he wears a mask, but they don't ask. He is the warden after all and it's best to stay on his good side.





Name: Ary Rollins, aka "Mamba"
Age: Appears to be in his mid-20's
Race: Vampire
Former Occupation: Pirate
Current Occupation: Leader of the Black Order of Paradise
File Picture: Click (http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2350/2350184449_fe7aa82370.jpg?v=0)
Bio:

Originally a pirate of the Indonen Sea in Fatal Terrain, Rollins was amongst the most feared and highly successful pirates in history, especially in the wake of the Dark War that ravage the region. His skill at guessing the actions of his prey on the high seas proved him to be equally versatile in his strategy and evasion. It wasn't until his ship was mutinied and he cast into the deeps to take up permanent residence in Davy Jones Locker, and by strange token of luck or perhaps fate, found by a passing trawler and scooped from the sea, held aloft the waters in one of the fishing nets once they realized who he was and eventually brought to the custody of military officials. He was turned over to federal law enforcement, found guilty of 364 counts of murder, 242 counts of piracy, and 641 counts of inhumane cruelty.

At least, that's the official record...

Rollins is not sure exactly when he became a vampire, but he knows he's been around as such for several hundred years. An adept swordsman and incredibly nimble and acrobatic, he proves to be a foe not to be disregarded lightly. He was amongst the first to be shipped to Paradise and has quickly taken the initiative to seize command of one of the dozen or so prisoner gangs and clans that are spread throughout the planet's caverns.

Oh dear, after so many Rps with you Tarl....now you bring in a vampire....I'm boned.

*bump*

Surely there are others that would like to join? Come on people. It's open!

Name: Remmington - have used it for a long time, and quite like the sound of it, so I've kept it. And my mother did give me the first name of Rémi ever so long ago...

Age: not too sure - sometime in the fall, near harvestide and under a blood moon, as far as my mother remembered -But I can say that in 1625 I was part of the glittering throng of the French Court, a much feted Lieutenant Captain of the Garde du Corps, the senior formation of the King of France's Household Cavalry within the Maison du Roi - that which became better known as the First Company of the King's Musketeers -

Race: Lycanthrope

Prior/ Current Occupation: Problem solver, troublemaker and once I might have had a name hero, but that doesn't pay well at all / Prisoner in Paradise.

Human Ht & Wt: 6'4" / 235#
Half Form: 10' 2" / 950#
Wolf: 4' 0" at the shoulder / 250 #

Pictures (http://www.atddm.com/remmington.htm)

My mother claims I was born a lycanthrope, a Loup Garou as my father - dead before I was born - had been before me. But as a child I had no knowledge of this. In fact it wasn’t until I was in my late twenties and was near mortally wounded at the Siege of La Rochelle that I ever knew I was anything but a man, and by that I mean a human.

A jealous... lady friend... stabbed me with her silver hairpin, and given the hairdressing of the time, such a hair pin was indeed a formidable weapon. But it was the Silver that near did me in, broken off inside me and unhealing festered badly. My commander had me carted home, thinking I was on death's door - and that was my thinking too. My tearful mother revealed all and managed with much poainful but quickly healing digging removed the pin from me. As it was Dread Silver I was slow to heal but in time I did. However I could not return to my former life.

So I became a wanderer. I never had any trouble in controlling myself, or the three forms I can assume. I can even alter only small parts of me, not having to change completely - massive, fearsome claws can tip very human fingers, fur sheath my human body, or other partial changes.

I am told that this ability is the mark of a Alpha, a master werewolf. And I have learned that I am one of a vanishingly small 'clan' - one born a lycanthrope instead of bitten and infected.

My senses are far superior than any humans, even when I am in human form. Nor do I have the blood lust of a 'bitten' or the need to consume human flesh as some do. Though the call of the moon, oh that is a sweet siren song that is hard to refuse, though my will is strong and I am not slave to the need to change.

Silver is my only weakness, but I am very careful not to let any know that.

I have traveled the world making sure I do not stay in any place any too long. I live by the skills I have learned over hundreds of years, most of them not exactly ones needed in legitimate endeavors, but useful ones.. But now? An old enemy (relatively speaking) has seen to it that I have been sent to a hell well misnamed - Paradise.

Hey, Rick, so the damphyr in THW doesn't count of half credit?

Oh what the hell...

Name: Anne "Queen Anne's" Revenge (http://www.nathalienordquist.com/download/pippi1.jpg)
Age: 32
Race: Human
Prior / Current Occupation: Someone's Privateer, Another Someone's Pirate, One Group's Cyberpatriot. Another's Cyberterrorist / Extended Guest of the Ember Corporation

Bio:

Anne Revenge is a native of the Batarian System. Batarians are an apocryphal group of human settlers that spread from the cradle of humanity. Whether mentally unstable, as most suppose, or truly believing that the societies of buccaneer anchorages and freebooters were the pinnacle of modern, Western egalitarianism, the Batarians created a society drawing much from legends and exaggerated tales of the swashbuckling Spanish Main to create an unique and, in every way, odd society. The native dialect took on a gutteral Cockney first devised by actor Robert Newton in the mid-Twentieth Century. Fashion became more flambouyant and absurd owing more to 1930s recreations than 1630s fact.

Owing to her cultural predilictions, Anne Revenge left Bataria to seek her fame and fortune in the stars. She fell in with rowdy crews of pirates, smugglers, and general ner'do'wells and was promptly left at the next space ports. Crews were often reported to curse her and fear that she would taint them with her madness. By all indications, Anne is no more mad than the next Batarian, but that is still more than most spacers can handle even those of the criminal variety.

She'd found some amount of sucess and even legitimacy while crewing with the Cumberlish privateer Captain Battle Claebourne in his actions against the Terran Socialist Liberation Front. Fearing that legitimacy and do-gooding would kill her as surely as hot water and soap would, Anne left Captain Claebourne's command to strike out for more...devious employs.

Anne was left behind to take the blame by her last gang. That is the supposition, she claimed she stayed to allow 'her mates' to escape and so she could 'do the dirty to the lobsterbacks...Yarragh!' The apprehending officers had difficulty reporting any such words from her because she broke their jaws. After they were able to speak, they further reported that she'd said nothing but mumbled around the dagger Anne had insisted on carrying in her teeth.

It probably need not be said, but take all caution with inmate Anne Revenge.

Charges: Too numerous, tedious, and ridiculous to list. Please keep her locked up, please.

Name: Garak Scharyn (http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/2715/wpap20063972ui.jpg)
Age: Appears 18
Race: Cambion
Former Occupation: Space Pirate
Current Occupation: Paradise Inmate
Charges: 12 counts of first degree murder

Bio: Garak, upon learning of his nature, took to a life that used and manipulated others to further his own agenda. He could talk anyone into doing anything he desired or convince them of anything. So it was relative ease that upon the age of maturity, he was able to talk a millionaire into "donatiing" him several hundred thousand dollars. With the money, Garak was able to buy a second rate cargo frieghter at a price that most people would have had to murder for. Once again, playing to the stregnths of his nature, he was able to round up a crew and take to the great void of space, and set up his operations as a pirate. He fashioned himself as a new age Robin Hood, and boarded the vessels of those overly rich and corrupt corporations that had been exploiting the lower class, before dumping the majority of his profit into the streets of whatever nearby planet's capital. For five years he was able to do this, and eventually had his own little corner of the galaxy that was his and guarded by his well funded fleet, all paid for by the very corporations that were trying to get his head.

That's when he got cocky and went after a small convoy that appeared to only have one ship guarding the three merchant vessels, an easy catch and profit for the group. Yet when they went to board the vessels, they were met with the proffesional army of the local planets' government and outgunned. With his reputation of being able to spin words, his captors gagged him and threw him in the brig, before a strange gas poured in from vent.

At his trial, they brought bogus accusations against him that were corroberated by planted evidence and tampered videos to make it look like he and his crew exucuted a group of prisoners. In truth, it was members of his own crew that were the ones being exucuted, but the judge was under the pay of all the corporations he had looted from. When found guilty, he merely asked the judge how long.

"When hell unfreezes."

Name: Kent Guffryn
Age: 34
Race: Human
Former/Current Occupation: ex-Military
Charges: Kent Guffryn was a member of the Tartarian Army and had a spotless record, until one day something just snapped in his head. After leaving his military base with weapons, he opened fire on and killed multiple people in the nearby town before finally being stopped by fellow soldiers. Once he recovered from his near fatal injuries, he was tried and sentenced to end his life in Paradise.


[I play a modern nation, so he is just a bulk standard soldier, has no special abilities (though he knows how to handle himself) and is a little crazy.]

Don't worry GT, I Rp a modern (but working with many advances) nation. I get no end of jabs from the rest of the FTers.

But great to have ya, been a long while.

Tanaara, Catawaba, Three Golden Kingdoms, and Gehenna Tartarus, all approved.

I'm estimating this weekend to be the start of the RP, so get your creative thoughts going!

Hey, TGS, FT as in future tech or FT as in Fatal Terrain?

Fatal Terrain.

TGS, I play an MT nation progressing to dawn or early morning PMT with the help of a dusk PMT nation that is progressing to FT. You play a quasi-facist nation that seeks to recreate the Kristallnacht with non-humans, chiefly vampires and werewolves...which are valid members of our regional population.

That is why we endlessly jab you.

Well, you ain't been there on the nights where Tarl, Tanaara, and Assington rag on me about my 'low grade' weaponry :( It hurts so much at times *weeps in the corner*

As for my attempts to recreate Kristallnacht, it's more like an elongated version of that as what TGS does takes place over a long time. But, I'm working towards altering TGS perceptions of vampires and werewolves, slowly, but working there.

Rag on you!?! Are you crazy? Is that what you're calling it now?


Seriously, we're being constructively critical of your nation.


Skip the chocolate milk. Give the baby an uzi already.

Well, you ain't been there on the nights where Tarl, Tanaara, and Assington rag on me about my 'low grade' weaponry :( It hurts so much at times *weeps in the corner*

As for my attempts to recreate Kristallnacht, it's more like an elongated version of that as what TGS does takes place over a long time. But, I'm working towards altering TGS perceptions of vampires and werewolves, slowly, but working there.

So the real question is...

Following the Kristallnacht, do we all get to declare war on you, beat you into a pulp, and force you to never, ever speak ever again until about 40 years later and only to say your sorry?

Well for TGS, there's a list of laws against vampires and werewolves that were put into law after a large rogue vampire group attacked the capital city as well as the Demon War.

Some of them seem fairly normal, like being registered as a vampiric citizen, but one law definitely rules over the rest. Its basically any unregistered vampire is considered hostile and a threat to the well being of the populace and is subject to (in exact words of the law) extermination.

So those kind laws has gotten most nations pissed at TGS.

Especially since your officers of the law don't give a vamp a chance to register, they just kill them.

Your nation has let fear rule it, manipulate it, and enshrined intolerance.

Oh please, we do them a chance to surrender, then we shoot them....or is the other way around? :P

Well for TGS, there's a list of laws against vampires and werewolves that were put into law after a large rogue vampire group attacked the capital city as well as the Demon War.

Some of them seem fairly normal, like being registered as a vampiric citizen, but one law definitely rules over the rest. Its basically any unregistered vampire is considered hostile and a threat to the well being of the populace and is subject to (in exact words of the law) extermination.

So those kind laws has gotten most nations pissed at TGS.

You know, the Nazi's had pieces of flair, too.

Especially since your officers of the law don't give a vamp a chance to register, they just kill them.

Your nation has let fear rule it, manipulate it, and enshrined intolerance.

*coughdavosandjazzcough*

I'm sure we could think of a way to force 'em to change the laws, or die.

I'm making a list, checking it twice, finding out who I'll torture and maim, TGS is gonna kick your ass!

Looks at TGS and snickers "We are so afraid of you, just shivering and shaking in our boots...NOT.

And keep it up TGS and you'll find out why you don't want to fall under my hand...I'm not near as nice as people think I am.

And if you want to try and kick my ass, get some bigger guns and better tech."

Shalamar, Lady of Cats Keep.

Bah, I am not afraid of you.

Ok, here's the deal. When the RP starts, we want each of you to have an intro that briefly tells (within one or two separate posts) the criminal trial, and then sentencing to Paradise. Then, simply react to your character being cryofrozen.

After that, I'll take it from there and haul you lot to the prison where you'll be defrosted and checked up on by the doctor before being released into the prison to start your new lives.

For those of you not prisoners, simply show up at the ship and be ready to go.

I'm working up the starting post. Should be up and running by some time tomorrow.

EDIT: Prisoners will get one set of clothing to take with them (the clothes they're wearing) but will be stripped of said clothing before being cryofrozen. Clothing will be inspected thoroughly before being returned upon arrival at the prison.

Name: Nivitz Mascalli
Age: 24
Species: Human, of heavy-gravitity-deathworld stock
Current Occupation: Inmate
Former Occupation: Infantry, Ghost Brigade
History: Condemned to Paradise due to multiple crimes, including murder of surrendered enemies, gross negligence resulting of death of officer(read, shot him in the head), looting and disclosing sensitive information to the press, all of which were done in a manner impossible to cover up by his superiors. They were broadcast on live T.V for most of them. To attempt to sweep as much of the debacle under the rug, and after a kangaroo court-martial, he was ship off to Paradise and out of sight and mind.

Ok, here's the deal. When the RP starts, we want each of you to have an intro that briefly tells (within one or two separate posts) the criminal trial, and then sentencing to Paradise. Then, simply react to your character being cryofrozen.

After that, I'll take it from there and haul you lot to the prison where you'll be defrosted and checked up on by the doctor before being released into the prison to start your new lives.

For those of you not prisoners, simply show up at the ship and be ready to go.

I'm working up the starting post. Should be up and running by some time tomorrow.

EDIT: Prisoners will get one set of clothing to take with them (the clothes they're wearing) but will be stripped of said clothing before being cryofrozen. Clothing will be inspected thoroughly before being returned upon arrival at the prison.

Sounds like a plan. Most likely post will be up tomorrow eve. Possibly tonight, but more likely than not it will be ready to go up tomorrow night.

Ricky, if your not afraid, then you obviously have no idea what you are getting into...

[yoda voice]Oh, but you should be[/yoda voice[/url]

If you're gonna mimic Yoda, do it right. :P

"Afraid you should be. Powerful the dark side is. Mmmm."

Any room for one undead nation recently pulled out of the mossy ground?

Oh, and I was thinking about being a Prison Trustee

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trusty_system

Oh, and is this planet pure incarceration or is there any work going on, such as mining?

Oraeta, you're in. Alcona, nice to see you around again. Let's see your profile first before I approve it.

As for the planet, it's pure incarceration. All owned by Ember Corporation. Of course, prisoners might be given work to the profit of the corporation (license plates anyone?)...

Bah, Tarl, it's the thought that counts...and making TGS as paranoid as possible...;)

Bah, I am not paranoid of you. Bring it on...BRING IT ON!

Name: Ben Cartwright (Manx Phelps)
Age: 36 (38)
Race: Human (Human/something)
Former/Current Occupation: Trustee (esentially a prisoner turned guard) for precious metal reclamation/recovery facility.

Ben Cartwright was a smart lad 10 years ago when he went to work managing a multi-million dollar, semi-automated foundry. The problem was he was a functional alcholic. One that got behind the wheel of his car one day and plowed into a school bus filled with teenagers returning from a football game. He lived, the New Boise Mechanic Buffaloes were scattered across the valley floor, all dead, including the daughter of the planetary governor.

Ben Cartwright vanished, literally erasing as much of his trail as he could. Unfortunatly, he proved to be fairly bad at it being captured a year or so later in one of the worst dens of iniquity in known space, when a prostitute attempted to 'rob' his ID/money card.

In reality Ben Cartwright was dead. His idenity had been stolen, and his life taken only three days of his living in that place. By someone who hadn't committed vehicular mass murder but something even worse.

Manx Phelps was wanted in the connection with over twenty-five rape/murders that he had, as the Black Mamba, broadcast over the internet live. Not exactly family friendly material to be sure. Add in that all of his 'girlfreinds' in their brief agonizing relationships didn't pass the age of 16 and you can see why, when his identity was discovered, Manx decided to 'find' a new idendity. Manx and Ben looked quite similar, but Manx didn't wait long enough to find out that Ben was on the lam too before slitting his throat, and that of the cheap hooker Ben had taken to bed.

Since his conviction of mass murder, Ben has been diligently assisting in meeting quota in the reclamation center. And has gotten to the position of Trustee by helping to provide to the Guards, (and some other prisoners) access to *ahm* some less than willing partners of either sex.

Being a Trustee fullfils him...his need for power...and his need for supplicants...toadies...far more than his former occupation of raping the cradle ever did.

Alcona, you're character is fine except for the part about being a trustee that works with the guards. The Ember Corporation insists that no relationships development between guards and prisoners.

Of course this does not prevent guards and prisoners from forming agreements but it is risky for both parties and there certainly couldn't be anything like an official occupation that does such.

For the most part, guard/prisoner interaction is limited as prisoners spend the majority of their time in the caverns whilst the guards do not.

Freeze Burn IC Thread has begun:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14466896#post14466896

If you guys have any questions/doubts about how something operates or are unsure about a description, simply post all issues here and Tarl and I will be happy to clarify.

Actually, Dan, Shal is close to being right. Yoda, in response to a far too cocky Skywalker, did respond in a similar way. When informed by Luke that he was "not afraid," Yoda did, indeed, respond with "Oh, you will be. You will be."

Question, seeing as that we all know and RP with each other for the most part, exactly how much leeway are we be given in our actions?

Ah, I remember that scene now. Didn't click with me right away. Apologies to all respective parties of that tangent conversation.

As for the leeway regarding actions, I'd say we can all relatively govern ourselves. Just nothing that's too unbelievable though. Remember (and this is a note to all of you) to constantly view your post from an outside point of view and see if you think it was fair and believable.

Oraeta, you're in. Alcona, nice to see you around again. Let's see your profile first before I approve it.

As for the planet, it's pure incarceration. All owned by Ember Corporation. Of course, prisoners might be given work to the profit of the corporation (license plates anyone?)...

Thank you. I will do my best and try to be able to do at least a daily posting.

So he could be a Trustee...just not one that interacts with the Guards or supplies them with er favors. That is someone who is essentially chosen to have authority in the chambers.

(Or should I just get rid of the Trustee concept all together)

Probably best to just ditch the trustee thing altogether.

tg Assington

Actually, forget it since your not the thread author...

Tarl and I are co-GMs so we can both answer questions as we worked together on creating this. I've replied to your TG.

Ah, thanks...

Although it was stated on the first page of this OOC thread, I'll say it again for clarification. Even managed to convince the boards to let me part with a little more "ink"...


Assington and I are co-Game Masters of Freeze Burn. Any questions/comments/concerns regarding the Roleplay that you may have, please feel free to direct them to us, either on here, or via telegram.

Hope that clears things up. ;)

I just missed it the first time...that's all

No worries, just wanted to make it clear beyond any doubt for anyone's inquisitive mind.

Just a note on the kind of beasts you may find in the caverns.

The first is somewhat like a mole/worm, although it's about the size of a cow. Most of the time it burrows but it does have six legs strong enough for it to stand on and run about as fast as a fit human could. It's sight is not great and it operates mostly through scent but light will deter it. This creature also possesses a big mouth full of nasty teeth that can easily tear the flesh off bone. It cannot burrow through rock so people are safe on solid rock but anything that gets earthy is a potential death trap.

If the prisoners manage to kill one of these creatures they can eat the meat without any ill effects. It doesn't taste great and is quite tough but it will provide necessary protein.

The second creature is like a giant bat and is about the size of a man. It is strong enough to pick up a person but it can't carry them too far. It has a small mouth with sharp teeth and thus can't do a huge amount of damage by biting. The real danger is the claws on this creature's wings/legs. They are long talons capable of ripping a man apart quite easily. Again, light will keep this creature away and it can be killed of course.

There is little meat on this creature but it's leathery hide can be useful and the claws it possesses can be used for a number of purposes.

Besides that, players are free to create their own minor creatures, nothing more dangerous than what I have described though. It can be anything from bugs to eat or something completely alien. If you think it may be too over the top, run by us first in this thread.

Well, I did have a huge post all written up and detailing the pickup of those prisoners already ready to go and was about to post it when my computer when nutty on me and deleted the whole thing. It was on Word too..and even the autosave didn't revive it...

Clearly, I'm not amused by any means. Additionally, I don't have enough time tonight to rewrite it all, so I'm gonna wait till tomorrow night to do it again. This'll give Catawaba and Gehenna Tartarus some more time to get their posts in anyway.

Also, no worries if you can't post as frequently as anyone else. Just so long as you're there on a semi-regular basis. Chances are Assington and I are going to deliberately keep things at a slow/moderate pace just for more creativity to be given into the RP by independent RPers.

I'll get on it, Pard. Work, school, and life's been a mite heavy.

I have to laugh over something.

I saw the movie Van Helsing many years ago, and mostly forgot it - though I am a Hugh Jackman fan, the movie didn't impress me enough for me to really remember it. I had no conscious decission based on the movie to chose the image I did for Remmington - I couldn't find a one of Michael Douglas ( Charles Remmington from the Ghost and the Darkness ) that fit with my mental image/ first inclination, so I went with my second.

I was looking for some fight scenes from Van Helsing on You Tube and what did I find but some clips of Van Helsing turning into a werewolf for the final fight with Dracula.

I had to laugh loud and long and share this...

Tarl, I wouldn't be at all surprised if you opened your computer to find the problem you'd find Gremlins from the Kremlin.

Curse those Soviet bastards?

Yesss...in Mutta RRRusha, computer don't break but break you....

Does that mean I have a Russian computer?

~OMG, noez!~

Who owns the computer? You or the State?

If his computer was owned by the State...

He wouldn't be allowed to post to Nation States...

That isn't allow...

You own? State own? It is the people that own, comrade! And it by the will of the People's commissars that you are issued your computer.

To each as according to his needs...well except for Party officials...they need so much more.

Mutta RRRusha aside...I'm going to back out of the thread. I'm havin' trouble keepin' up with the threads I'm in because of school, work, and life.

Damn, sad to hear that....i was so looking forward to doing a good old fashion mauling.

But, good luck in all endeavors, maybe next time.

Well, that kinda sucks to see you back out, but you've gotta do what you've gotta do. However, I'll leave your slot open for you to rejoin if you wish at any time. We'll just mark you as a "late/new arrival". ;)

I suppose I'll write something up to explain ICly a change in schedule or something.

...Rick, if you want me to maul you just say so. Shal and I would be glad to.

And thanks, Dan. Always gonna be more flights in.

As for the schedule I don't know why you had them going to Catawaba. Anne wouldn't be in Catawaba. She's from my FT power, so she'd have been gotten elsewhere. Ya really don't have to change the schedule as it reads it just seems like they're using it as a waypoint, not a stop.

Picking up a load of tropical fruit for the warden perhaps?

Golden Scimitar, if you don't mind my asking, is you're most recent post set as a 'flash-back' such as I think a couple others have done or is it intended as a 'present' post?

No, my most recent post was to introduce my prison guard character.

We're just waiting on Tarl to get the delivery done. He hasn't been around too much lately so RL must be slapping him about a little.

Yes, that's kinda been the case. My roommate got rid of the internet service we had, and is getting another, but it'll be a few days before I'm back full time again.

Please, be patient and sit tight a few days. When I get back I'll have a post up with new arrivals.

Hey my internet vanished today for no apparent reason...

So...we'll play with snowballs...

*Looks around*

Er...All I got is...sand...and scorpions....

Anyone want to send me some snow....

'Cause I'm sure you don't want me to throw the scorpions...

Name: Revelin Sloane
Age: 345
Race: Lycanthrope
Eyes= chesnut brown
Hair= wheat blond
Height and weight= 6'2" 182lbs
Current Occupation: Inmate at paradise
Former Occupation= Anti-government terrorist and assassin
Crime leading to exile to Paradise= Assassination of Queen Xaria of Thrope, leading to the Thopian Civil War.

Bio= Revelin Sloane was born in a small village in Thrope. His father, who had supported the creation of the nation, was disgusted by the fact that non-lycans were beginning to live in Thrope. Sloane Sr. taught his son how to hate the monarchy. It was the opinion of Revelin's father that it was the Royals who were ruining the nation, not the government itself.

In his adolescent years, Revelin would come to hate all forms of government control within Thrope as corrupt and needing to be destroyed. Despite his issues with the power that be, Revelin proved to be a bright and popular young man. His plan was to leave Thrope when he turned 20 and never look back. However, when his father was executed for crimes against the crown, Revelin quickly changed his plans.

Joining an IRA style group, he began to preform bombings and killings. There is a rumor that he was the individual who assassinated the royals leading up to Xaria O'Keith. This has not be proven.

At the age of 320 Revelin would organize the events that would cause the Thropian Civil war. He admits to assassinating the queen himself. He became the leader of the group long before this point, but records are vague as to when.

Despite his hatred toward the former nation of Thrope and it's monarchy, he is actually happy that the nation was able to reform itself. He respects the strength of his race. Still, his proudest moment will be that Civil War.

Okay, thanks for the clarification.

Just to let every one know, MO says he's going to be unavailable until about the end of the wekk, maybe through the weekend.

Rollinuff, you're in.

No more applications for this RP will be accepted from this point on.

Sorry guys for the delay in response. My net's been down longer than expected. Anyway, I'm gonna be out of town until next Tuesday evening, but fear not, for I shall have a post up tonight to deliver you lot to Paradise...after we detour again to pick up another ragged oversized lap dog...

But, you'll be at the planet. Until my return, Assington will have to take control of things for a short while. However, let this be known...when the Bayman jettisons the pods to the planet and they are guided into the "receiving room", NO ONE IS TO RP GETTING FREE OF THE CRYO-FREEZE JUST YET. There's a reason for this, of which Assington will reveal.

Assington will take it from there. He'll inform via RPing and telegrams to your individual nations (if necessary) regarding your character. He'll tell via RPing just who is released and when/why. Then, you're free to begin your new life in hell.

I'll return next week, provided my roommate's promise of net by this Friday is actually fulfilled...

Alrighty, I'll do up a post either tonight or tomorrow detailing everyone being processed through medical and deposited into the prison proper.

I made a slight edit in my post to indicate any personal effects/clothing was returned to the prisoners if it wasn't deemed a weapon.

Also, for those of you with human characters, I will TG you about the influence of the injections soon.

Posted from Philly Airport again. This time on my way home. I should be home tonight, and hopefully my net will be up and running at home.

There's an IC post up now. Sorry it's not much, but I've not much time before my flight. It didn't help that out in the rural locales of eastern Long Island access to the internet isn't all that readily available... hell even my phone barely had reception...

Sorry everyone, I got a text from Tarl a few minutes ago, said he still has no net. He's working on it but can't give a definite answer when the net will return.

I know that weapons are removed, but what about things that are and aren't weapons at the same time. An example being a metal, laminated id badge. As it is it's not a weapon but peel back the plastic and it could be. Things like that, would they have been removed as well?

And why you would need an ID card in a distant frozen prison world? Much less one of metal?

Ass, are we holding a job fair in prison that someone forgot to tell me about?

Just a quick note, this RP is quite open, you guys are free to create your own sub-plots as your characters interact whilst Tarl and I may steer things in certain directions. By no means will everything revolve around our main characters though.

And why you would need an ID card in a distant frozen prison world? Much less one of metal?

Ass, are we holding a job fair in prison that someone forgot to tell me about?

That was intended as an example. The type of thing I was thinking about was things similar to a passage mentioned in the Dune book concerning the Sardukar and the fact that they had to be essentially stripped nude as they could turn just about anything on their person into weapons(such as three parts of a badge/decoration into a knife).

Basically how through would the guards have been in checking the non-obviously weapon items for weapon-potential.

Obvious weapons are removed immediately, but something that could be fashioned into a weapon, such as a spoon, generally that would be left alone.

Keep in mind that a lot of 'junk' is also dumped into the vast caverns of Paradise. Obviously metal is the most valuable of said junk but we are intentionally leaving things open so that your characters can find bits and pieces that could be useful, providing they are resourceful enough.

Just to let every one know I probably won't here from MO until after the weekend, so if you are responding to his character, it may be Monday night before I get a reply to post.

Sorry for the lack of posting this week, I'v been a tad busy. And now I'm off for a week's vacation. If possible I will try and get a post up while away (I was hoping to do it today, but I've run out of time) but if not, I will play major catch up when I get back.

TGS, Gehenna and Oraeta, you all have TGs regarding the injections your characters received.

I'm going to leave it up to you guys as to how you deal with the creatures attacking the group. You're looking at about 3 or 4 of the worm buggers, enjoy.

I'll also refer you to the post I made giving a brief description of them:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14470971&postcount=55

If you have any queries, post 'em here or TG me.

So about how tough are the crawlers(both in terms of blunt force trauma, cuts, and general stamina, ie: can take a vast amount of beating on, a good ko punch could kill'em)?

You'll certainly need to do more than punch them. Obviously the head is the best place to strike these guys, even the eyes. Their skin is thick enough that you won't do much damage smacking it with a bat or whatever but sharp implements will penetrate and with enough force you'll be able to puncture organs.

Whilst these things are large, they are much faster than they appear.

From the IC thread:

"Huh? It's almost as dark as the devil's soul here...we don't want any light on cause the crawlers will come towards it....they might just pass us by..."

Alcona, these creatures normally keep away from light. They know their prey will congregate in light but they prefer to hunt in darkness as they can't see as well in bright light. Of course, their sight isn't great in darkness either but a bright and mobile light will confuse them somewhat.

I think your mistaken in assuming Cartwright's observations would lead to perfect discernment of the phenomena underlying it. Considering the amount of time that scientists believed in some sort of 'life essence' which could start life by simply touching meats and cheeses. I think mistaking the creatures seeking light when hunting being that they like low level light is perfectly within bounds. That and unless I'm going to start making calcium phosphate in large quanities I really don't see how to generate a 'bright' light...

Also, Cartwright might try to outrun it or something similar if he were not in such a densely populated cavern area. Zero value if you escape the local fauna if a fellow prisioner shafts you for being in their 'territory'

RF...you realize that cartwright ran off before Katrina and she followed Remmington to a 'safe' place before any explanation. Sort of switched it all in your post there...

Sorry guys...still no damn net at home. Trying to get online as often as I can, but I'm a busy man these days.

Stay in school kids. It's not only good for intellectual improvement, but you can also avoid "adult life" for the most part...mostly.

Then again, everyone has their own definition of "adult life"...

Uni is eating up my time a fair bit at the moment, I'll try to get some posting done soon.

Name: Wallace McElwaine
Age: 35
Race: Human
Former/Current Occupation: Guerrilla
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 225
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Charges: arson, murder, grand larceny, robbery, aggravated assault

Bio: Member of the United Resistance Movement. Caught while leading a raid of an enemy ammunition depot. The raid was a success, while staying in a local safe house he was turned in for the reward by a former teammate. He has skills in smuggling, forgery, stealth, explosives expert. He leaves a wife and children on planet earth.



Edit: Sorry I did realize it was closed. If you have room for one more. First time playing.

Truly Blessed, normally, I'd tell you that we are closed up for RPing, but I've decided I'll let you into this RP. Just RP your character going to court, being convicted and sentenced, and then being cryofrozen. I'll take it from there, from which you'll be picked up by the Bayman; a contracted transporter, whom I'll also have picking up another batch of prisoners with you as well, just to make it seem more like a regular pickup; and be delivered to Paradise. Then, you'll be inspected by the doctor and released into the prison.

From there, you're on your own. Make alliances if you wish, make enemies...but know that once in Paradise, you cannot leave... *evil grin*

I think I've fallen a bit behind what with vacation the week before and being busy with stuff last week. Is it too late for my character to join one of the established groups already on Paradise, or would it be easier for me to join the other new arrivals?

I don't think it really matters, things are fairly open for you to explain working your way into one of the gangs or catching up with the other newcomers. Whatever floats your boat...

Damn. I seem to have missed quite the opportunity.

Sorry I've been out for such a while, I've been sicker than a dog. I'll try to get something up later today or early tomorrow.

No worries, a lot of us have had RL issues getting in the way of this. Tarl also still has limited internet.

I'll be posting tomorrow to move things on a little bit.

Hey sorry i haven't been around. It's the end of term so things are a little crazy.

I'm going to try to post right now.

Just to be clear, the eight man group is heading towards the main group of Rem, Kat, Cartwright, etc. The four man group is heading towards Garak. These are disposable NPCs, feel free to do with them what you will.

As some of you may have gathered, these injections are intended to bestow unnatural abilities into human subjects. They are still in the experimental stages so don't expect a bunch of x-men running around but some of these abilities will certainly lend advantages to some characters or even the score out when compared to other non-human characters.

The players that received injections know what their ability is so please feel free to start focusing on that development a little more.

I'm surrendering control of the NPC gangs over to you guys now, feel free to direct their actions and whatever general mischief you think they may have in mind.

Also, just a further reinforcement that whilst Tarl and I are the directors of this little adventure, input from you guys is more than welcome. If you want to use inmates for sub-plots or whatever, do so. Also, feel free to brainstorm ideas in this thread.

Things are a bit slow at the moment but Tarl and I are cooking up a few things to keep the ball rolling. He's busy at the moment with moving into a new place but that will pass soon and we can get back to deciding how to torment everyone.

I will get something up after work today. I apologize about my absence but have been effectively confined to quarters for the last week due to broncaitus(or however you spell it) .

No worries Oraeta, we've all been somewhat preoccupied lately.

Assington, let's talk and plot over here in the shadows... ;)

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