Since that fateful day, the world has been buried beneath the snow. Seeing the warning signs beforehand, the government built massive generators in secret. When the frost came, groups were sent out to these generators and left to fend for themselves. Some of these generator cities survived while others did not but by far the most prosperous of these cities is New London. Under the iron fist of the Captain and the laws of Order, the city survived the Great Storm. One year later, scout teams once again scour the Frostland in the search of survivors. With the city in a practical utopia, the Captain looks for those who are able to innovate. The end of the world is over, and the Captain looks to expand the city.
Of course, there is no such thing as a true utopia. The guard towers, prison, and propaganda center are evidence of this. They may not be in use much anymore, but these buildings tell a tale all the same. The coal mines may now be worked by automatons, but some of the outfits that kids wear still have some of the black of coal dust in them. At the base of the generator, on an elevated platform, there are two poles with chains on them and a steam vent between. It looks like it has never been used, but it is maintained all the same.
You are one of the survivors of the Great Storm. Whether by staying in the city or by being found by one of the many scout patrols sent into the Frostland after the storm, you have made it. Chosen by the captain, you must help them expand the city, find new ways to make more use out of the resources available, and prepare for the future of New London. The Captain’s rule is unquestioned, but it will not always be this way. A succession plan must be made so that we do not dissolve into infighting. Up until now, this city has been kept together with the need for survival. We must strike while the iron is hot in order to forge a brighter future and ensure the city will not fall.
If we are to prosper, the city must adapt.
Rules:
No powerful beings. We are men, not gods.
Swearing is to be censored by the usual means of [GP]
Limit of three characters
Put coldsnap in your first post so I know you have read this
The Captain's word is law. It would serve you well to remember this
Submitting Proposals:
There are two ways to submit proposals to the Captain. The first is to request an audience with the Captain. In most cases, this will get you a meeting with them quite quickly unless they are preoccupied elsewhere. The second is to drop the proposal into the suggestion box (aka PMing me) .
Notable Buildings:
Archives
Houses artifacts from before the Great Winter. It is not open to the public by request of the Head Archivist. It is possible to get in with approval from the Captain but only with good reason. The Captain cites the Archivist’s eccentricities for why entry is so closely restricted.
Andrew’s Cookhouse
Andrew’s is a small building next to the pub consisting of a kitchen and a seating area. Andrew and his crew do the best they can with what is produced in the hothouses and whatever the hunters bring back. It is by no means the best food, but it is good enough to get people by from day to day. Andrew’s is the most frequented of the three cookhouses.
The Generator
The heart of New London. By far the most important building in the city, the generator is the source of most of the heat in New London. Two levers below the generator serve as an emergency start and stop. Pulling the emergency stop without there being a true emergency is a serious offense. The exception to this rule is during drills. During these drills, the alarm system will blare as if the generator is going into a critical overload. The goal is then to reach and pull the lever during a very short time period. These drills are infrequent and are seldom announced before they happen. The goal of this is to make sure that in the case of a true emergency, the people are prepared.
If the generator falls, so does this city.
The Fight Pit
A rudimentary arena consisting of a wooden frame and a fence. If you have an issue with someone or wish to blow off some steam, this is the place to do it.
The Frozen Pint
The local pub and lounge area. Most of the locals frequent this place since the automatons operate most of the critical infrastructure within the city. Jared, the owner, keeps the place clean and the close proximity to the Generator keeps the building comfortably warm. On occasion, the Captain will help bartend.
The Warehouse District
Large warehouses take up most of the space in the outskirts of the city. The food and coal reserves are stored in these warehouses along with excess materials. These resources are stored with the intention of being used to prototype buildings and expand the city out of the crater it is situated in. it is also a fallback in the case the generator is compromised. In theory, there are enough resources in the warehouses to rebuild the generator. Because the warehouses are also out of the range of the generator, there is also food for at least a couple of months stored.
The Captain’s office
Part administrative building and part house, The Captain can usually be found here. Controls for the Generator also rest within this building along with the book of laws. Until now, not many people have ever been inside unless there was a pressing matter that needed to be looked at immediately. Recently, there has been a suggestion box installed next to the door so that the Captain can look through them.
Propaganda Center
A building from a darker time. It is no longer in use, but it is still maintained; A testament to the lengths the Captain has gone to in order to keep this city together. May it never be needed again.
In the pub, a portly man stands behind the bar. His checkered shirt and overalls look tight on him but he doesn't seem to mind. Despite how warm it is inside of the pub, his bald head is covered with a beanie.
In the cookhouse, Andrew is preparing meals for lunch hour. His blonde hair and shirt are still speckled with snow despite Andrew being inside for most of the day. Beside him, a couple of people are working on preparing ingredients and cooking.
Walking the streets is a tall person in all black. Their parka and gloves are lined with white fur and goggles and a mask cover their face completely . As the person reaches the Generator, they look up at it, the massive structure reflected in their goggles. People seem to pay the person no mind, but the guards snap to attention as the person approaches
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes Yeah, take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes
*Coldsnap! Since this is basically an "ice age" of sorts, will there be wooly mammoths? I strongly suggest wooly mammoths.*
A young woman walks through New London, taking in the sights. She seems to be surprised by every major building, based on the little puffs of breath coming out from inside her hooded fur jacket. The style of clothing she wears is very different from most of the folk in the city.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
*Coldsnap! Since this is basically an "ice age" of sorts, will there be wooly mammoths? I strongly suggest wooly mammoths.*
A young woman walks through New London, taking in the sights. She seems to be surprised by every major building, based on the little puffs of breath coming out from inside her hooded fur jacket. The style of clothing she wears is very different from most of the folk in the city.
(sorry for the late response. got back later than I thought)
Someone grabs her by the arm and pulls her out of the street
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes Yeah, take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes
A small, dwarven like (but still human) man stomps down the street, covered in bruises and bandages. He tucks away a small hammer and noticeably avoids the guard towers. He knows what he does is not accepted, yet he continues doing it anyway. He was heading to the fighting pit to blow off some steam when he sees someone get pulled out of the street by an unidentified figure, and he lets his curiosity get the best of him, trailing the figure.
A small, dwarven like (but still human) man stomps down the street, covered in bruises and bandages. He tucks away a small hammer and noticeably avoids the guard towers. He knows what he does is not accepted, yet he continues doing it anyway. He was heading to the fighting pit to blow off some steam when he sees someone get pulled out of the street by an unidentified figure, and he lets his curiosity get the best of him, trailing the figure.
An automaton walks by where the woman was standing and the townsfolk quickly clear out of the way of the massive machine. The figure, a person in black, walks out once the automaton has passed by
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes Yeah, take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes
A small, dwarven like (but still human) man stomps down the street, covered in bruises and bandages. He tucks away a small hammer and noticeably avoids the guard towers. He knows what he does is not accepted, yet he continues doing it anyway. He was heading to the fighting pit to blow off some steam when he sees someone get pulled out of the street by an unidentified figure, and he lets his curiosity get the best of him, trailing the figure.
An automaton walks by where the woman was standing and the townsfolk quickly clear out of the way of the massive machine. The figure, a person in black, walks out once the automaton has passed by
Mealen bites his tongue as the figures walk away. He shrugs and walks to the pit, slightly frustrated that they got away.
A small, dwarven like (but still human) man stomps down the street, covered in bruises and bandages. He tucks away a small hammer and noticeably avoids the guard towers. He knows what he does is not accepted, yet he continues doing it anyway. He was heading to the fighting pit to blow off some steam when he sees someone get pulled out of the street by an unidentified figure, and he lets his curiosity get the best of him, trailing the figure.
An automaton walks by where the woman was standing and the townsfolk quickly clear out of the way of the massive machine. The figure, a person in black, walks out once the automaton has passed by
Mealen bites his tongue as the figures walk away. He shrugs and walks to the pit, slightly frustrated that they got away.
"Prolly wasn't 'portant anyways."
<coldsnap btw. Forgot to do it>
(no worries)
The only person at the pit is a half asleep guard. He gives Mealen a cursory glance "ello"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes Yeah, take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes
A small, dwarven like (but still human) man stomps down the street, covered in bruises and bandages. He tucks away a small hammer and noticeably avoids the guard towers. He knows what he does is not accepted, yet he continues doing it anyway. He was heading to the fighting pit to blow off some steam when he sees someone get pulled out of the street by an unidentified figure, and he lets his curiosity get the best of him, trailing the figure.
An automaton walks by where the woman was standing and the townsfolk quickly clear out of the way of the massive machine. The figure, a person in black, walks out once the automaton has passed by
Mealen bites his tongue as the figures walk away. He shrugs and walks to the pit, slightly frustrated that they got away.
"Prolly wasn't 'portant anyways."
<coldsnap btw. Forgot to do it>
(no worries)
The only person at the pit is a half asleep guard. He gives Mealen a cursory glance "ello"
Mealen nods at him, stuffs his stuff in his locker, and runs walks quickly out, staying to the complete opposite side of the room as him (the guard). He gives a longing glance at the punching bags, but decides to not risk it.
Someone enters the fight pits. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with cold determination and dangerous intelligence. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto a nearby wall, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the nearby people can read. They slam the bag onto the ground. which stops it from moving. They then take a seat against the wall, waiting silently, drinking from a flask alone. Compared to most people they are especially fit, or at least as far as onlookers can tell from his appearance. He doesn't look anyone in the eyes, waiting for his preregistered match.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Someone enters the fight pits. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with cold determination and dangerous intelligence. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto a nearby wall, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the nearby people can read. They slam the bag onto the ground. which stops it from moving. They then take a seat against the wall, waiting silently, drinking from a flask alone. Compared to most people they are especially fit, or at least as far as onlookers can tell from his appearance. He doesn't look anyone in the eyes, waiting for his preregistered match.
The guard walks over to him "excuse me sir, what is in that bag?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes Yeah, take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes
Someone enters the fight pits. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with cold determination and dangerous intelligence. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto a nearby wall, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the nearby people can read. They slam the bag onto the ground. which stops it from moving. They then take a seat against the wall, waiting silently, drinking from a flask alone. Compared to most people they are especially fit, or at least as far as onlookers can tell from his appearance. He doesn't look anyone in the eyes, waiting for his preregistered match.
The guard walks over to him "excuse me sir, what is in that bag?"
He looks at the guard, upon locking eyes the guard can see this man has killed for less than what they are doing right now. He simply points to the bounty paper.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Someone enters the fight pits. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with cold determination and dangerous intelligence. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto a nearby wall, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the nearby people can read. They slam the bag onto the ground. which stops it from moving. They then take a seat against the wall, waiting silently, drinking from a flask alone. Compared to most people they are especially fit, or at least as far as onlookers can tell from his appearance. He doesn't look anyone in the eyes, waiting for his preregistered match.
The guard walks over to him "excuse me sir, what is in that bag?"
He looks at the guard, upon locking eyes the guard can see this man has killed for less than what they are doing right now. He simply points to the bounty paper.
"I can take them off your hands then"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes Yeah, take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes
Someone enters the fight pits. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with cold determination and dangerous intelligence. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto a nearby wall, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the nearby people can read. They slam the bag onto the ground. which stops it from moving. They then take a seat against the wall, waiting silently, drinking from a flask alone. Compared to most people they are especially fit, or at least as far as onlookers can tell from his appearance. He doesn't look anyone in the eyes, waiting for his preregistered match.
The guard walks over to him "excuse me sir, what is in that bag?"
He looks at the guard, upon locking eyes the guard can see this man has killed for less than what they are doing right now. He simply points to the bounty paper.
"I can take them off your hands then"
They put one hand on their hand axe, grumbling "Payment."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Someone enters the fight pits. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with cold determination and dangerous intelligence. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto a nearby wall, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the nearby people can read. They slam the bag onto the ground. which stops it from moving. They then take a seat against the wall, waiting silently, drinking from a flask alone. Compared to most people they are especially fit, or at least as far as onlookers can tell from his appearance. He doesn't look anyone in the eyes, waiting for his preregistered match.
The guard walks over to him "excuse me sir, what is in that bag?"
He looks at the guard, upon locking eyes the guard can see this man has killed for less than what they are doing right now. He simply points to the bounty paper.
"I can take them off your hands then"
They put one hand on their hand axe, grumbling "Payment."
"gonna have to go to the Captain for that"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes Yeah, take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes
Someone enters the fight pits. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with cold determination and dangerous intelligence. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto a nearby wall, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the nearby people can read. They slam the bag onto the ground. which stops it from moving. They then take a seat against the wall, waiting silently, drinking from a flask alone. Compared to most people they are especially fit, or at least as far as onlookers can tell from his appearance. He doesn't look anyone in the eyes, waiting for his preregistered match.
The guard walks over to him "excuse me sir, what is in that bag?"
He looks at the guard, upon locking eyes the guard can see this man has killed for less than what they are doing right now. He simply points to the bounty paper.
"I can take them off your hands then"
They put one hand on their hand axe, grumbling "Payment."
"gonna have to go to the Captain for that"
He picks up the bag, putting it back over his shoulder, and walking past the guard, headed for the captain's office.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Someone enters the fight pits. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with cold determination and dangerous intelligence. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto a nearby wall, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the nearby people can read. They slam the bag onto the ground. which stops it from moving. They then take a seat against the wall, waiting silently, drinking from a flask alone. Compared to most people they are especially fit, or at least as far as onlookers can tell from his appearance. He doesn't look anyone in the eyes, waiting for his preregistered match.
The guard walks over to him "excuse me sir, what is in that bag?"
He looks at the guard, upon locking eyes the guard can see this man has killed for less than what they are doing right now. He simply points to the bounty paper.
"I can take them off your hands then"
They put one hand on their hand axe, grumbling "Payment."
"gonna have to go to the Captain for that"
He picks up the bag, putting it back over his shoulder, and walking past the guard, headed for the captain's office.
The door opens as he gets close
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes Yeah, take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes
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Inspired by the Frostpunk series
Since that fateful day, the world has been buried beneath the snow. Seeing the warning signs beforehand, the government built massive generators in secret. When the frost came, groups were sent out to these generators and left to fend for themselves. Some of these generator cities survived while others did not but by far the most prosperous of these cities is New London. Under the iron fist of the Captain and the laws of Order, the city survived the Great Storm. One year later, scout teams once again scour the Frostland in the search of survivors. With the city in a practical utopia, the Captain looks for those who are able to innovate. The end of the world is over, and the Captain looks to expand the city.
Of course, there is no such thing as a true utopia. The guard towers, prison, and propaganda center are evidence of this. They may not be in use much anymore, but these buildings tell a tale all the same. The coal mines may now be worked by automatons, but some of the outfits that kids wear still have some of the black of coal dust in them. At the base of the generator, on an elevated platform, there are two poles with chains on them and a steam vent between. It looks like it has never been used, but it is maintained all the same.
You are one of the survivors of the Great Storm. Whether by staying in the city or by being found by one of the many scout patrols sent into the Frostland after the storm, you have made it. Chosen by the captain, you must help them expand the city, find new ways to make more use out of the resources available, and prepare for the future of New London. The Captain’s rule is unquestioned, but it will not always be this way. A succession plan must be made so that we do not dissolve into infighting. Up until now, this city has been kept together with the need for survival. We must strike while the iron is hot in order to forge a brighter future and ensure the city will not fall.
If we are to prosper, the city must adapt.
Rules:
Submitting Proposals:
There are two ways to submit proposals to the Captain. The first is to request an audience with the Captain. In most cases, this will get you a meeting with them quite quickly unless they are preoccupied elsewhere. The second is to drop the proposal into the suggestion box (aka PMing me) .
Notable Buildings:
Archives
Houses artifacts from before the Great Winter. It is not open to the public by request of the Head Archivist. It is possible to get in with approval from the Captain but only with good reason. The Captain cites the Archivist’s eccentricities for why entry is so closely restricted.
Andrew’s Cookhouse
Andrew’s is a small building next to the pub consisting of a kitchen and a seating area. Andrew and his crew do the best they can with what is produced in the hothouses and whatever the hunters bring back. It is by no means the best food, but it is good enough to get people by from day to day. Andrew’s is the most frequented of the three cookhouses.
The Generator
The heart of New London. By far the most important building in the city, the generator is the source of most of the heat in New London. Two levers below the generator serve as an emergency start and stop. Pulling the emergency stop without there being a true emergency is a serious offense. The exception to this rule is during drills. During these drills, the alarm system will blare as if the generator is going into a critical overload. The goal is then to reach and pull the lever during a very short time period. These drills are infrequent and are seldom announced before they happen. The goal of this is to make sure that in the case of a true emergency, the people are prepared.
If the generator falls, so does this city.
The Fight Pit
A rudimentary arena consisting of a wooden frame and a fence. If you have an issue with someone or wish to blow off some steam, this is the place to do it.
The Frozen Pint
The local pub and lounge area. Most of the locals frequent this place since the automatons operate most of the critical infrastructure within the city. Jared, the owner, keeps the place clean and the close proximity to the Generator keeps the building comfortably warm. On occasion, the Captain will help bartend.
The Warehouse District
Large warehouses take up most of the space in the outskirts of the city. The food and coal reserves are stored in these warehouses along with excess materials. These resources are stored with the intention of being used to prototype buildings and expand the city out of the crater it is situated in. it is also a fallback in the case the generator is compromised. In theory, there are enough resources in the warehouses to rebuild the generator. Because the warehouses are also out of the range of the generator, there is also food for at least a couple of months stored.
The Captain’s office
Part administrative building and part house, The Captain can usually be found here. Controls for the Generator also rest within this building along with the book of laws. Until now, not many people have ever been inside unless there was a pressing matter that needed to be looked at immediately. Recently, there has been a suggestion box installed next to the door so that the Captain can look through them.
Propaganda Center
A building from a darker time. It is no longer in use, but it is still maintained; A testament to the lengths the Captain has gone to in order to keep this city together. May it never be needed again.
More will be added when new buildings are made
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
*Were other races a thing before the coldsnap? Or is everyone human?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(human)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
*Cool, I'll make a nonmagical human for this. He will be making soup.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
In the pub, a portly man stands behind the bar. His checkered shirt and overalls look tight on him but he doesn't seem to mind. Despite how warm it is inside of the pub, his bald head is covered with a beanie.
In the cookhouse, Andrew is preparing meals for lunch hour. His blonde hair and shirt are still speckled with snow despite Andrew being inside for most of the day. Beside him, a couple of people are working on preparing ingredients and cooking.
Walking the streets is a tall person in all black. Their parka and gloves are lined with white fur and goggles and a mask cover their face completely . As the person reaches the Generator, they look up at it, the massive structure reflected in their goggles. People seem to pay the person no mind, but the guards snap to attention as the person approaches
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
*Coldsnap! Since this is basically an "ice age" of sorts, will there be wooly mammoths? I strongly suggest wooly mammoths.*
A young woman walks through New London, taking in the sights. She seems to be surprised by every major building, based on the little puffs of breath coming out from inside her hooded fur jacket. The style of clothing she wears is very different from most of the folk in the city.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
(sorry for the late response. got back later than I thought)
Someone grabs her by the arm and pulls her out of the street
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
A small, dwarven like (but still human) man stomps down the street, covered in bruises and bandages. He tucks away a small hammer and noticeably avoids the guard towers. He knows what he does is not accepted, yet he continues doing it anyway. He was heading to the fighting pit to blow off some steam when he sees someone get pulled out of the street by an unidentified figure, and he lets his curiosity get the best of him, trailing the figure.
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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An automaton walks by where the woman was standing and the townsfolk quickly clear out of the way of the massive machine. The figure, a person in black, walks out once the automaton has passed by
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
Mealen bites his tongue as the figures walk away. He shrugs and walks to the pit, slightly frustrated that they got away.
"Prolly wasn't 'portant anyways."
<coldsnap btw. Forgot to do it>
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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The only person at the pit is a half asleep guard. He gives Mealen a cursory glance "ello"
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Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
Mealen nods at him, stuffs his stuff in his locker, and
runswalks quickly out, staying to the complete opposite side of the room as him (the guard). He gives a longing glance at the punching bags, but decides to not risk it.Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
Someone enters the fight pits. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with cold determination and dangerous intelligence. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto a nearby wall, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the nearby people can read. They slam the bag onto the ground. which stops it from moving. They then take a seat against the wall, waiting silently, drinking from a flask alone. Compared to most people they are especially fit, or at least as far as onlookers can tell from his appearance. He doesn't look anyone in the eyes, waiting for his preregistered match.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The guard walks over to him "excuse me sir, what is in that bag?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
He looks at the guard, upon locking eyes the guard can see this man has killed for less than what they are doing right now. He simply points to the bounty paper.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I can take them off your hands then"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
They put one hand on their hand axe, grumbling "Payment."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"gonna have to go to the Captain for that"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
He picks up the bag, putting it back over his shoulder, and walking past the guard, headed for the captain's office.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The door opens as he gets close
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes