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Archmagos Issac
Sir Ser Issac of Clarke of Chad the II
- Joined
- Apr 6, 2014
- Location
- The Forge World of Mars
Greetings and Salutations one and all! I am Ser Issac of Clarke and I am gonna get right to the point. I am looking for a skilled female writer(s) to do one of two RPs with me. Each is unique in it's own way but I have been itching to do both for quite some time. Below I will explain a bit about the plots and just what exactly I am looking to do with said RPs. Without further ado, my cravings:
Fallout: The Lost Legion
Powers
Fallout: The Lost Legion
War . . . . . war never changes. In the year of 2077, the Great War began and ended in one massive flash of light. The United States and China had brought the world to an end with the press of a button. Many however are not alive who remember the world from before. Only one remembers perfectly, the Sole Survivor of Vault 111. They emerged from cryosleep and changed the very face of the Commonwealth from a powerful enemy. When all was said and done, the Survivor began to wander in search of purpose. Now, a new enemy has come to the Commonwealth.
You are the Sole Survivor. Whilst wandering the Commonwealth, a radio transmission appears on your Pip-boy. Like many transmissions it was a call for help but it seemed different this time. The transmission went as follows:
"Anyone on this frequency, please come to my location. I am surrounded and-- *grunting, sounds of gunfire* completely outnumbered. I don't know how much longer I can keep these beasties at bay. *click click click* Shit. Need to get to higher ground...."
The coordinates pointed to a series of small islands between Fort Strong and Longneck Lukowski's Cannery. It sounded urgent. Not to mention the man in question had been speaking with a quite thick Scottish accent. It warranted an investigation and it stood to reason that it wasn't a normal problem like Ghouls, Raiders, or Mirelurks...
You are the Sole Survivor. Whilst wandering the Commonwealth, a radio transmission appears on your Pip-boy. Like many transmissions it was a call for help but it seemed different this time. The transmission went as follows:
"Anyone on this frequency, please come to my location. I am surrounded and-- *grunting, sounds of gunfire* completely outnumbered. I don't know how much longer I can keep these beasties at bay. *click click click* Shit. Need to get to higher ground...."
The coordinates pointed to a series of small islands between Fort Strong and Longneck Lukowski's Cannery. It sounded urgent. Not to mention the man in question had been speaking with a quite thick Scottish accent. It warranted an investigation and it stood to reason that it wasn't a normal problem like Ghouls, Raiders, or Mirelurks...
Powers
In the near future, humanity will enter the age of superheroes. As amazing as that sounds, it comes with a heavy price. To get superpowers, you need to specific things. The right stuff (genetically speaking) and you need to contract the virus that grants said abilities. The Superflu is simply that, an amped up version of the flu. Only difference, the fever gets higher and begins to cook your brain. You begin to experience homicidal aggression and eventually succumb to the fever. If you manage to survive the seven day mark, the virus dies and grants you amazing abilities.
The virus began in Manhattan. Within days, almost half the city was infected and the other half was fighting to stay alive. The government was dealing with a situation, a city going mad, a virus they didn't understand, and civilians beginning to develop dangerous abilities they couldn't control. There was only one thing to do. Within a week, Manhattan was walled off and the infected corralled in the quarantine zone. Those who had attained abilities were deemed infected and were forced into the quarantine zone as well. Within a year, those infected with the Superflu were dead. The Red Zone is now home to those who survived, known simply as "Powers".
The virus began in Manhattan. Within days, almost half the city was infected and the other half was fighting to stay alive. The government was dealing with a situation, a city going mad, a virus they didn't understand, and civilians beginning to develop dangerous abilities they couldn't control. There was only one thing to do. Within a week, Manhattan was walled off and the infected corralled in the quarantine zone. Those who had attained abilities were deemed infected and were forced into the quarantine zone as well. Within a year, those infected with the Superflu were dead. The Red Zone is now home to those who survived, known simply as "Powers".