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Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by valadaar on November 12, 2015, 01:51:13 PM »
How does one address a robot?  Does one even talk to one? Maybe there was a button to press or something...

Instead of debating it further, Derek simply dismounted from the lizard-thing and walked towards the robot.  He wasn't terribly worried it was dangerous - it didn't look it. And, in most things, that was how Derek judged things.

"Make sure you don't meet that lizard-guys eyes. I think he knows how to memorize or something."

Too bad he didn't have an oil can, that sure would have brought some laughs back home.

Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by Murometz on November 11, 2015, 11:54:46 PM »
The EEP gave a mewling beep and click as if saying goodbye, as they rode off into what so far looked like Nevada.

By the time the lizard-man woke up, Luna and Derek had traversed some miles, albeit slowly, across the alien landscape. The boy's prints disappeared after some time in the shifting sands. That mystery would remain unsolved for the time being.

A sudden malfunction in the comm feed prevented Dimmer and others from being heard by the intrepid duo, yet Skyrider and the Lemurian could still be heard back on Earth. The camera still worked. The show must go on.

They reached the shores of a seeming sea, the ochre-yellow "water" percolating as if set on simmer.

The "beach" was a colorful palette of pale greens and stretched for miles in each direction. Haze-shrouded outlines of mountainous islands could be seen on the far horizon of the sea. The sky was slathered in demonic purples.

It was a long day and bound to become longer. A Cytherean day was longer than its year.

The croc-man started hissing and the calibrated translator translated; "What sort of creature are you?" it asked Luna, yet looked at Derek as if it saw his kind plenty of times before.

One other item of note...

Standing vigil along the jade beach like a metallic beacon, was what looked like a rejected weapon idea from WWI (or earlier?). It was obvious that what stood a few dozen feet away from them was a robot, but it didn't look any kind of robot Derek recognized from 1950's Hollywood.

The thing stood motionless and involuntarily reminded Skyrider of the Tin Man from that Wizard of Oz movie from '39.

Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by EchoMirage on November 11, 2015, 01:41:50 PM »
"With all this sand, we should be able to track the little bugger - let's keep looking for water, though."

Rubbing her chin, she pondered the best course, but laziness won out. A pirate needs a ride, and when ever did a Lemurian trudge through other sand than a beach?
With how unimpressed the beast had been with their little scuffle on its back, and how it languidly prodded at the sands spoke well of its temper.
She approached non-threateningly, as if she belonged, and got hold of its reins.
"Let's load up our little language sample, we can chat in the evening" she nudged towards the rolled-up slaver. "There should be enough room on the back of the saddle... yes, nice and tight." She fastened a few more straps, then steered the beast along the boy's tracks.
Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by Murometz on November 09, 2015, 04:03:58 PM »
The "Kid" was nowhere to be seen. Typical, thought Derek. Just like the kid he had rescued in "Blood Dawn II". Not even a "thanks".

The EEP (Emergency Ejection Pod) sat nearby in the crunchy sand, humming softly. Everywhere Derek looked he saw only reddish sands and dunes, except in one direction where he could make out what looked like a hazy body of liquid (water?) of some kind. Distances were difficult to gauge here, but it couldn't be more than a few miles away.

Luna examined some of the lizard-thing's possessions. Among them, was what appeared to be a forty foot long(!) metallic, reticulated whip, with a hollow handle and a wicked spike or talon at the other end of it. A bizarre weapon, if indeed it was one.

The beast of burden continued rutting in the sands oblivious to Luna and Skyrider.

Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by Murometz on November 09, 2015, 03:55:01 PM »
Venus: Vigil

The Mk. IV was an impressive machine-man. At least that's what Dr. Risk had called it. He attached the "man" for publicity and for its obvious appearance. Best of all, the Mk. III's peculiar flaw of questioning commands seemed to be fixed with the Mk. IV.

Strong, fast, and sleek (by the robotics standards of the very early 20th century) the Mk. IV had a capacity to collect, store, and compute more information than could be imagined by most of the population.

--_-- --_--

The Hudson Mk. IV, or "Mark", as Dr. Risk affectionately called him, had stood motionless in place for almost 50 years now. His self-lubing body took care to keep the elements from destroying his form as he stood. Only the occasional "metal snow" storms of mercury and galena, harmed him, though he calculated that he could stand another 69 years before irreparable damage was done.

Though he could not move, Mark's CPU still hummed along nicely, collecting and storing the data all around him. When not collecting information on his environment, the Mk. IV emotionlessly reflected on his predicament.

Standing ankle-deep on a jade-green silicon beach, a few dozen yards away from a boiling sea, Mark bided his time. Boredom (or madness) did not affect him. All he needed was for someone or some "thing" (Mark had "encountered" several lifeforms in the last 50 years after all) to either power up his battery pack, or initiate the Mk. IV's exploration routines, or both.

Now for the first time in several years, Mark felt lifeforms close by once more.
Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by valadaar on November 09, 2015, 11:54:13 AM »
Freed of whatever compulsion the lizard-thing had put him under, Derek shook his head and also looked about for the kid that had gotten them into this mess.  Why in the Blue Blazes was a kid here, of all places?

"These ne're do well lizards seem ready to capture people. I think that says something. "
 Derek was stalling, he really didn't take to this 'reality film' thing.  Too uncontrolled. Too dangerous. A look at Luna. Too Wierd!

"We really should find that kid. Maybe he can tell us something, and he really shouldn't be here by himself! " Or at allAliens, assertive women, kids, the only thing he needed now to upstage him was a d**n puppy. 

Or a talking robot...

Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by Murometz on November 09, 2015, 10:50:03 AM »
Yessir! Mind-haze cleared.
Freeform Roleplaying / Re: Cytherean Cycle, the
« Last post by valadaar on November 09, 2015, 10:02:55 AM »
Um, I assume I have freedom to act now, since Mr. Lizard has been brained?
OOC, Starters and Questions / Zombie Game
« Last post by Scrasamax on November 07, 2015, 09:06:54 PM »
Over the Halloween Weekend I went to the Walker Stalker Convention for the The Walking Dead. It was a fantastic long weekend adventure, but there was one part that stood out. The Walking Dead Experience, functionally a zombie apocalypse themed haunted house, the experience was anything but a haunted house.

I want to take my personal experience from the Experience and translate it into a game.

You had to sign a waiver to enter the Experience.

I had a gun in my face.

My wife panicked, and her and another member of our party retreated and were separated from the main group.

I laugh at haunted houses, but there were two points in the Experience where I panicked, and one where my wife commented that 36 seconds after she's gone and I'm going Tyler Durden on the world.

The salient points of the game:

You are a normal person, with no special skills, no military training, no access to heavy firepower
You will be as likely to be facing other people desperate to survive
You will very likely die

Is there any interest, or is the Citadel a cemetery?
Fields of Challenge / Re: Freetext Friday
« Last post by Dragonlordmax on November 06, 2015, 05:09:16 PM »
On a related note, let's now shift to the people in the Arena: the Entertainers. Bards, robot gladiators, pianists - you name it.
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