|written by Gligar on Jul 30, 2009 18:34|
|Greetings, citizens! I am Gligar-U-JHT-3, your GM. You are forbidden to speculate about why I look like this. But enough of that.|
I see here that some of you have undergone brainscrubs recently, and due to a recent mandate from your friend and mine, the Computer, it falls to me to fill in the gaps in your memory.
First of all, what is The Computer? Why, he's your friend, of course. He's also the ruler and protector of our great underground city, Alpha Complex. Do as Friend Computer says, and you will be rewarded.
Why are we underground? Well, most of it is classified, but the gist is that, right at the end of the Old Reckoning - the time when we lived in the Outdoors - there was a great war, the likes of which nobody had seen before. At that time there were two enemies - Communism (which everyone thought was dead) and Terrorism (who we now know as simply "traitors" because they want to destroy everything we've become). And we would have been wiped out were it not for our friend, The Computer, who, when he was first activated, ordered that all citizens move underground, and make it their home. The result: Alpha Complex, the utopia in which we live.
But the war is far from over. Even today (yearcycle 214 of The Computer), the Communists and Traitors plot and scheme, plot to destroy Alpha Complex, just as they always have done. To help defend the Complex, The Computer has created the Troubleshooter Corps, whose job is to find trouble and shoot it.
Troubleshooters - such as yourself - can come from all walks of life - that is to say, they come from all service groups (from PLC, Research and Design, Technical Services, Power Services, Internal Security, Housing Preservation Department (and Mind Control), Armed Forces, and even from the cutthroat paperwork-hive of the Central Processing Unit) - and all clearances (below ULTRAVIOLET, of course).
What do I mean by clearance? Simple. Your security clearance represents how much trust Friend Computer has in you. At the bottom of the scale are the INFRAREDs that make up more than 80% of the complex. These are the algae pizza deliverymen, food vat workers, and general menial workers of the Complex. You can recognise them by their black jumpsuits and perpetual drug-induced stupor.
Then, there are the RED workers, such as yourselves. They have RED jumpsuits, better jobs and better accommodation - you only have to share a room with four other citizens, for instance. Going up from there, we have ORANGE, YELLOW and GREEN workers. Again, they wear jumpsuits of their clearance colour, and responsibilities to match their clearance, as well as increasingly better quality of life.
The same goes for BLUE through VIOLET, only they don't wear jumpsuits, but actual suits. These are the managers and the executives. You see these sometimes as special guests at Funball matches or vidshows.
And finally: the ULTRAVIOLETs, or High Programmers. It is our job to see to it that Friend Computer continues running. You very rarely see us, with the obvious exception of when one decides to GM a Troubleshooter mission. What does GM mean? I'm sorry, that's not available at your clearance. Actually, forget I mentioned it.
Oh yes! How could I forget the Junior Citizens? They are the INFRAREDs of tomorrow, and usually confined to special creches, where they are taught to be citizens.
Friend Computer holds them in high regard, since, as I said, they're our future. Not even I would think of harming one.
So, what are Troubleshooters up against?
- Communists. The old enemy. They infiltrated the Complex almost before it was completed - and have been with us ever since. Being a Communist will get you terminated. Plain and simple.
- Traitors. Anyone who wants to make things worse for everyone. Even Communists, but they're worse than the others. Traitors tend to congregate in secret societies, therefore being a member of a secret society is de-facto treason. And secret society membership is on the rise.
- Unregistered mutants. Yes, there are mutants in Alpha Complex - more of them than you might think. Nobody knows where they came from, but they're here and causing havoc. Not all mutants are bad, though - some choose to register their mutations and use it for the good of the Complex. Registered mutants can be identified by the yellow armband they wear.
There may be more than one of these in play at any one time. Indeed, the term Commie Mutant Traitor, or CMT, is often used as a generic placeholder for anyclone who does not have the best interests of The Computer in mind.
And what happens if you die? Simple, you get cloned. Again. You're all clones, as reproduction was outlawed decadecycles ago for being unhygienic, and enforced by a constant regimen of hormone suppressants and contraceptive drugs. Your first body - the one you're in, known as the Prime - is free, as are the next five. After that, you have to pay for more, in batches of six.
And finally: drugs. Drugs are mandatory here in Alpha Complex. Everyone is prescribed drugs to keep them healthy, productive, and happy. Especially happy. Happiness is mandatory.
I hardly need to go into detail, but let me just give you a few examples of drugs, such as visomorpain, rolac###&&*(++heh, poor clonez... what he didnt tell you is that YOU are ALL mutants, and members of secsocs... prolly dosnt know... lol. st00pid uvs cant even stop phreakz from hac-VATCRAP ITS INTSE+++%$^%£^olutely no side-effects in 96% of cases.
Does anyone have any questions? Good.
To sum up, then:
- You're a Troubleshooter in the service of the Computer, and are RED clearance.
- Your job is to find trouble and shoot it.
- You get five clones, plus the one you're currently using, for free. After that, you pay.
- [Deleted for Security Reasons].
Remember these points - paying particular attention to point four - even if you forget the rest.
Now good luck! And have fun - that's an order!
- Post your public actions to this thread. Send me your secret actions via private message.
- Try to keep the number of posts in this thread to a minimum. If you are not playing, do not post here.
- Please do not edit your posts in this thread.
- Perversity Points (PP) can affect the outcome of pretty much anything. To use perversity points, send me a PM, telling me what you want to do. Note also that you can specify prerequisites, such as "If Mark-R tries to shoot at me, I spend 5pp to try and make him miss." Needless to say, you can't spend fractional points
- When your clone dies, your character will pass to the next person on the waiting list. You retain your perversity points, and can still spend them to affect actions. You may also sign up for another clone if you wish.
- Regular forum rules still apply.
- Try to stay in character in this thread. If you must make OOC comments, please use the other thread.
- Once I post a turn, you have until the deadline listed in the post to make your move. A successful turn will net you 0.05 perversity points. Those who fail to do so will lose one perversity point.
- If you miss
three five turns out of 15 20, your clone will be killed and you will be replaced by the next person on the waiting list.
- An exception to the above will be granted if I am notified, as soon as possible, about possible interruptions.
- Those wishing to sign up for a clone may do so in the other thread. You may pick a preferred character if you wish, but I cannot guarantee that you will get a clone from that character.
- Everyone - including those who are not playing the game - is free to suggest items of advertising and product placement. If I use your idea, you will receive two perversity points, which may be used as described above.
|└> last changed by Gligar on December 26, 2009 at 13:58|
|written by Gligar on Jul 30, 2009 18:52|
|(OOC: And here's the turn itself. I told you we'd be starting today )|
Episode 1x01, turn 0
Welcome to another wonderful day in Alpha Complex!
You're all sitting in Troubleshooter Headquarters in DQR Sector, waiting for an opportunity to serve your friend and mine, The Computer. It's been kind of slow; aside from the rescue team that had to extract Lucas-AHK from the Bouncy Bubble Beverage (It's the MANDATORY thing!) vendbot 45 minutes ago (he kept muttering something along the lines of 'Freaky made me do it!') nothing else has happened.
In fact, this isn't your regular team. You're here because DQR Sector's Troubleshooter Corps is currently understaffed, so odd members from other teams - including yourselves - were given temporary assignments here. The four of you have been assigned to the same team for the duration.
You've all heard the rumour that the shortage, and temporary reassignments, were the result of an unfortunate accident that claimed the last clone of a prominent High Programmer. Rumours are, of course, treason, and several have already been arrested. But anyway.
What do you do? And don't say 'nothing'.
Have your turns posted no later than 19:00 UTC on Friday 31st July.
|Jan-R-DOL-1||Granpire Viking Man (on autopilot)||Okay||25|
|written by Megagun on Jul 30, 2009 22:46|
|I take out my FunStation LXi Portable Happy Citizen Entertainment unit and start up a game.|
Without looking away from my game, I say: "So, I'm guessing that you reds are going to annoy me and keep me from playing Commie Combat: Extreme, eh? Why did I get assigned a team with reds, anyways? Wait, one of you is an orange, eh? Hey, orangeclone, what's up? Who're you? Are yo-- VATCRAP DAMN COMMUNIST MUTANT TRAIT--ndering why you've been assigned to a squad with reddies too?"
|i haz title: speed-y-???-1|
|written by Speeder on Jul 31, 2009 00:37|
|I peer at the other orange, and then I say: "It is not us that are in a squad of reds, it is those stupid reds that are in our squad, we command, they obey, and that is it." Then I scratch my head, peer at my stuff and say. "At least for now..."|
|I grin at everyone. Then, I respond to Stu-O-SUX-1. "Come on. I'm sure The Computer had a good reason for putting us together, and wouldn't have done so without expecting us to get along very well." I procede to grin at everyone again.|
|written by Gligar on Jul 31, 2009 19:23|
|Recap the first|
Joris-O pulls out a device you may not have seen before: a FunStation LXi Portable Happy Citizen Entertainment Unit, another fine creation of R&D. They're actually still in the testing stage, but results are promising. You can expect to see them on sale within a few monthcycles. But right now, Joris-O is playing a game on this one.
Without looking up, Joris-O addresses the others. "So, I'm guessing that you reds are going to annoy me and keep me from playing Commie Combat: Extreme, eh? Why did I get assigned a team with reds, anyways?" He then remembers Stu-O, and adds, "Wait, one of you is an orange, eh? Hey, orangeclone, what's up? Who're you? Are yo-- VATCRAP DAMN COMMUNIST MUTANT TRAIT--ndering why you've been assigned to a squad with reddies too?" Heh, seems like he's getting stuck in there.
Stu-O seems unfazed by the LXi. He peers at Joris-O, and answers, "It is not us that are in a squad of reds, it is those stupid reds that are in our squad, we command, they obey, and that is it." He looks at his own equipment and scratches his head. "At least for now..."
Al-R takes this in his stride, and grins. To Stu-O, he says, "Come on. I'm sure The Computer had a good reason for putting us together, and wouldn't have done so without expecting us to get along very well." He grins again.
Jan-R's attitude is completely different to that of Al-R. She looks rather pouty as she regards the two ORANGEs. She eyes the LXi, and Stu-O's registered mutant armband, and his "Have you hugged a mutant today?" button, but says nothing.
You notice a grey jackobot enter TSHQ and roll over to the front desk. It says something to the YELLOW dispatcher, though you don't hear what. The YELLOW responds, and accepts something from the jackobot, which leaves shortly afterwards.
The dispatcher calls for the four of you. You stop what you're doing (with a brief comment about being interrupted from Joris-O) and head over, joining a bunch of shabby-looking clones.
It turns out that the item the jackobot delivered was an envelope, which the dispatcher now offers to you. It's sealed, and is marked "Mission JBYP". "You clowns are goin' out," the dispatcher sneers. "Take this and head fer the briefing."
Have your turns posted no later than 19:30 UTC on Saturday 1st August..
|Jan-R-DOL-1||Granpire Viking Man (on autopilot)||Okay||25|
|Forgetting (or ignoring?) the possibility that I should wait till an Orange takes the letter, I make a grab for it.|
|written by Megagun on Aug 01, 2009 11:11|
|I glance around quickly and then grab the FunStation LXi Portable Happy Citizen Entertainment Unit.|
"Hey, how about we oranges sit back and let the reds do the tiring part of this mission?"
|i haz title: speed-y-???-1|
|written by Speeder on Aug 01, 2009 18:36|
|Turns to the other orange and says, "Yes yes... Agreed..." Then turns to the grinning red and say: "And you, stop grinning! People that are grinning are people thinking in treasonous stuff! Or better, keep grinning, this way we know that you are planning something treasonous." Then he look to the other that peered at his hug a mutant shiny object that in fact people should obey and then he asks. "So, what is the awnser? Huh? Huh? Here I am!" Points to the armband that indicates that he is a registered mutant.|
|written by Gligar on Aug 01, 2009 19:45|
Knowing that he should probably be waiting for one of the ORANGEs to accept the envelope, Al-R makes a grab for it. The ORANGEs don't stop him, so he opens the envelope. It contains a single piece of paper, on which is printed a single set of co-ordinates: SUX-TNR-6-3/1. Presumably, that's where your briefing is.
Joris-O glances round briefly before becoming absorbed in his game again. "Hey, how about we ORANGEs sit back and let the reds do the tiring part of this mission?"
Stu-O answers, "Yes yes... Agreed..." before turning to Al-R and saying, "And you, stop grinning! People that are grinning are people thinking in treasonous stuff! Or better, keep grinning, this way we know that you are planning something treasonous." Has he forgotten that Happiness Is Mandatory?
To Jan-R, he says, "So, what is the answer? Huh? Huh? Here I am!" He points at his registered mutant armband.
Jan-R doesn't look inclined to hug anybody, though. "I don't think so... sir... you'd probably fry my brain. I know what you lot are like."
Before anyone can respond, the dispatcher speaks up. "You guys'd better get goin'. The briefin' officer ain't gonna hang around forevercycle."
Have your turns posted no later than 20:00 UTC on Sunday 2nd August.
|Jan-R-DOL-1||Granpire Viking Man (on autopilot)||Okay||25|
|i haz title: speed-y-???-1|
|written by Speeder on Aug 02, 2009 01:39|
|"Fine fine! Don't hug me, I don't want it anyway, but yes, you got it, you know what I can do, don't bother me."|
Then he look to Al R and says, "Ok, you got this thing, keep smiling if you are not being treasonous, or grinning if you are being treasonous, and lead on the way that the paper pointed, whatever it is... Probably the equipment locker or the science stuff room..."
|a title is a curious thing...|
|I sniff at Stu-O in distaste, then smile, not wanting to appear unhappy...|
I then turn to Joris-O, saying(with a voice of irritation, probably due to a bad mood or dislike of video games), "What do they call that thing anyway? The FLPHCEU? I prefered the LX model myself." I then continue to smirk contentedly, having tormented my fellow troubleshooters enough for today.
|I was about to hug Stu-O, but at his comment to Jan-R, I thought better of it. I also ignore what he said to me about smiling and grinning. He obviously has no sense of humor.|
Instead, I merely say "That would have been more fun if someone else had gone for it. Anyway, let's see... It says 'SUX-TNR-6-3/1'. I'll gladly lead the way, but someone more knowlegable had better follow, subtley indicating that I took the wrong turn a few minutes back." I grin again. In fact, I haven't yet stopped grinning, just varying the size.
|written by Megagun on Aug 02, 2009 11:09|
|"They call it the LXi for short, and I'm pretty sure that all FunStations are for ORANGEs and above only, at least for now..."|
I then start following Al-R
|written by Gligar on Aug 02, 2009 19:19|
|I like recaps, do you like recaps?|
Stu-O looks slightly less happy at Jan-R's comment. "Fine fine! Don't hug me, I don't want it anyway, but yes, you got it, you know what I can do, don't bother me."
For a moment, Al-R looks like he's going to hug Stu-O, but thinks better of it. He still grins, though.
Turning to him, Stu-O says, "Ok, you got this thing, keep smiling if you are not being treasonous, or grinning if you are being treasonous, and lead on the way that the paper pointed, whatever it is... Probably the equipment locker or the science stuff room..."
Jan-R sniffs, then smiles. Nonetheless, her voice still shows irritation. "What do they call that thing anyway? The FLPHCEU? I prefered the LX model myself." She smirks.
Al-R speaks up. "That would have been more fun if someone else had gone for it. Anyway, let's see... It says 'SUX-TNR-6-3/1'. I'll gladly lead the way, but someone more knowlegable had better follow, subtly indicating that I took the wrong turn a few minutes back." He grins again. Well, more than usual.
Joris-O says to Jan-R, "They call it the LXi for short, and I'm pretty sure that all FunStations are for ORANGEs and above only, at least for now..." He then proceeds to follow Al-R.
Al-R decides that it's a good idea to get going, and does so. [clatter clatter] Not really knowing where SUX sector is, he heads towards the nearest transtube station - perhaps there's a terminal there. Are the other two following?
As he and Joris-O head out of the door, Jan-R's PDC starts playing one of the latest loyalty jingles - it seems she has a message.
Have your turns posted no later than 19:15 UTC on Monday 3rd August.
|Jan-R-DOL-1||Granpire Viking Man||Okay||25|