Fx Any Let's Do A Request Thread One Last Time

[CasualVelociraptor]

IDEA 1: UNDER THE ICE

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(Love, love, love Frostpunk Theme, The Last Flame, The City Must Survive, The Still, Cold World)​

I have room for exactly two more RPs. Ever. Then I'm declaring writing saturation and slowing all reply cadences to once a week for as long as I feel l can still maintain a presence on this site while shifting my focus to my novel and community fiction-building project I'm doing this just because I want to see if I can really take a crack at something on another level, writing-wise, with people who can do complex emotions and occasionally assist with worldbuilding.

On an expedition to Antarctica, or some other cold and mountainous range, you (who are in a cold place where the temperature will kill you in fifteen minutes of your own free will and normally know how to navigate it) end up in a horrifying situation.
You hear noises echoing off the walls everywhere. You raise your rifle, which you're fairly proficient at, and comes with a flamethrower in case we want to borrow from any number of horrifying situations to craft either a fandom OR our own original take:

• BioShock (+Singularity?)- Setting: Arctic Base (mainly on the genetic horror side if you want the base to have been the site of notorious science experiments ; i.e. if you're impatient for the BioShock game by Cloud Chamber that's supposed to take place in Antarctica, let's do it our way as BioShock fans with something original and creative!​
• Frostpunk- Setting: Frostlands, 1887 I'm obsessed with this game. Maybe it's the nineteenth century and like in the game the entire world is frozen by a combination of volcanic eruptions, an asteroid impact as theorized by Nikola Tesla, and too much coal mining to power the more advanced technology of this world (making it ironic that we survive with coal), except for specially built coal-fired Generators. Meanwhile, maybe snow-hardy monsters are hunting the remaining handful of people- scientists, children, Nikola Tesla (he was a total dictator who sent disabled people to their doom, but then again my New London doesn't have the beds for it), American soldiers- outside the relative safety but dictatorship of New London. such as Inuit vampires like in 30 Days of Night, or werewolves returning, or something else). Your scout team is tasked with bringing survivors to New London, but tensions have a chance to erupt and lead to all-out conflict. And they have a deadline. New London's scientific instruments have discovered a Great Storm that will kill them all.​
• Frostpunk-Like Original- Setting: Post Apocalyptic City of Our Design I.e. we ignore the plight of New London and try to do our own cold-hardy city with the same concept, using our own rules. Someone who is very proficient in the game's rules and systems can probably help me with this one and with designing new twists on it that.​
• Miscellaneous: Half-Life (shall we take the idea of a ship like the Borealis)? Maybe a creepy haunted World War II battleship covered in ice like The Dark Pictures Man of Medan​
• Snowpiercer (Setting: Eternal Train) (I mean, the graphic novels went way off the rails, literally, as they found a giant snowcat and discovered a tower full of cannibals that

  yikes

  impregnated women to eat their babies if I remember right

  . And I like the movie fine enough, but the TV show's society and writing is better anyway). I also tried to do something like it back in 2020...​

Anyway, in whatever dire straits your hero/ine finds his/her/themself in that are borrowed from any of the above or totally original, in the Main Original Idea: Left to the Elements that I have for this sort of thing, that person stumbles across a woman named Annika Lyakhova, about 25 years of age, who is of Russian military training and is struggling to live. It got so desperate for the Russians in the last parts of Ukraine they held onto by 2028 that they started recruiting women and forcing them to fight for Wagner. But she murdered the commander of Wagner and turned it against the Russian Army before disappearing, letting the war play out however it may to gain her freedom. But whatever her vector of escape, disaster struck. Then she was found by YC and captures and interrogates him/her/them...what a way for a love story to start, right?

IDEA 2: NOT THE ONLY ONE
SPIDER-VERSE

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Gwyn Stacy (Earth-180816) is a 25-year-old full-timer of the Spider-Society, having to abandon her world to chaos to preserve the canon event of her Black father-in-law (Aaron Morales, who is Miles's father here, with Jeff Davis as the Prowler) dying after being grievously wounded by the Prowler. Miles died before he could become Spider-Man because the Prowler pulverized him too. Gwyn got bitten by the spider that escaped into his hospital room after the man she loved died of his wounds. This led his death to being blamed on Gwyn, with Captain Stacy being tasked to hunt his own transgender daughter down like an animal by...

THE REGIME. A right-wing militia group took over the United States on the back of anti-trans hysteria in the face of Gwyn's instantly determined guilt. Miguel says he abandoned his Catholicism on the spot at seeing the carnage wrought by fascists empowered to attack minorities again.

Right about here is where Spider-Ham will say "Dun dun duuuunnnn..." quietly so as not to get thrown like a hammer by Gwyn, who may be a girl now but has some seriously lean muscle.

Gwen doesn't spend much time around her because Gwyn is a dark mirror of a funhouse future she would rather not have happen.

She's right to, as Gwyn says alarming things like this:

"If I ever go back to that world, they would all see. And they would all pay. But that wouldn't bring my dad back. So, I say let them rot in hell!"

After The Regime takes over, she sees no point in doing much of anything but sitting around in the cafeteria, and Miguel restrains her from returning anyway because The Regime isn't interfering with canon events like she almost did.

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Then something compels her to join the Spider-People chase of Miles Morales during the events of the ATSV movie (only time she or anyone in here needs to intersect with the movie). She doesn't know it yet, but she's running alongside the love of her life. The person (or persons- multiverse, multilovers, pa chow pa chow!) who will completely accept her newfound gender identity, her tortured past, and her need to be seen.

IDEA 3: HEARTS OF GLASS

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Just to be clear, I would like you to be the new client and see what you need in this cyberpunk city gone wrong, full of wall-running, rain, package delivery, and SO MUCH SEX!​

There were many vices to be had in The Tower. It was true that the Metro wore its sins more proudly on its sleeve, but Erika Chambers had seen the dark underbellies of both. To name a few for the Metro, as she wandered about the surface level probing The Tower for any possible ground-level weaknesses after drones had failed to see other external vulnerabilities: not at all under the table gambling; open-air prostitution; and trafficking in cybernetic augmentations. (Not to mention the darker shit in lower levels of the Metro Depths that had made her blood run cold in a different life.) Everywhere around them, it seemed the people had given up completely as they strained their necks in awe at the overly glossy skyscrapers reaching the heavens as the arrogant cities of myth with legendary names like Nuyok and Takayo had, in the same timeless scramble for money and status, before looking back down at their Xcape headsets and gnawing on the bones the Dwellers tossed into their scrap heap.

Had being the operative word, before whatever it was that caused most of the ancient giants to flee their temples and ascend to the stars to become the gods eons ago. They heard not a one of the prayers of those still trapped on the wounded Earth and instead appointed the Tower Council and its Dwellers as their angels (or so the "angels" said- Erika knew these people and was a staunch atheist because of it) to divinely rule. Even though Erika thought that was bullshit, they looked up at it with envy and longing.

Just remember, the more things change, the more they stay the same, their father had said as his child came out to him as Erika on his deathbed. Erika had wrestled with the meaning of those final words for the last five years because he hadn't given them a chance to ask.

Knowing he was going to die anyway from encyberitis, he rolled onto the floor and fatally shattered his own life support Xcape- the only known treatment for such, but only an indefinite palliative- with a smile. In a note that was automatically sent to Erika's Xcape an hour later, he said he'd suspected that Erika was gender nonconforming for years and was doing this so Erika could afford the Total Body Replacement needed to make them feel truly nonbinary and, more importantly, be free of the electronically or otherwise environmentally-triggered genetic curse of encyberitis. It was the only augment they liked, as it was completely organic apart from the mental upload and download process and allowed them to move their mind into a gynephilic body that Erika could also present in a decidedly masculine fashion as needed. But it had made them fall from grace, struggling to find clients in a world as a lone ex-soldier in a world already run by gangs, mobs, and damned mercenaries.

Then a new client came along and gave them steady work smuggling tech he/she/they could get his/her/their hands on out of the Tower. These were usually "surplus" Xcapes and accompanying bodysuits ranging from basic dogshit that had been gathering dust for years to the still somewhat premium but scuffed. Either way, none of the snobs Erika used to roll with (when they were called "he") would miss them or realize the irony that they were just another gang of lowlifes selling junk at the end of the day, the way they'd accepted their own complicity in doing so on the Metro. The Dwellers just made more money than them selling these things to each other due to desperation to have any kind of virtual escape!

However, even as cynicism drew around them as familiarly as their trench coat, they knew that this job was something different. That was because in all of this new client's frantic, heavily encrypted messages, their normally calm and collected client, with whom they'd only ever had a professional relationship, refused to explain what it was he needed them to steal, or why. Only to meet him on this day at a certain time, and at his apartment. So, they texted back to his latest message from yesterday:

Okay, what the actual hell is this thing that's so important for me to help you get? And can you meet me at a different safehouse? Because they've locked up all my usual entrances tight, and all of my friends, lovers, and even frenemies in the Tower are burned.

They also thought, It must be pretty valuable if you're this desperate. I wonder what kind of body I can get...