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((*Start*))

Nah. All you have to do is *start*. You don't need parenthesis!

((Lol this is like Mama Zoey watching over lil Falls, as she goes it first time without the training wheels, how cute:p))

((Psh. If I do it with no parenthesis, it's like putting "*Start*" at the beginning of a book. It's just not right.))

Edit: Lynx is very smart and I just had a brainfart. XD

((Did you mean to put this on the character topic? Or the rp topic?))

Let the games begin:

(Starting time: unknown (New Calendar, Year 432) )


Chapter 1:
“The year 2218 changed many a person's mind. For once, it was the year of “Jack Frost”. In one day authority, war and the necessity of violence were all called into question. In many ways, 2218 also changed the hearts of those so called leaders behind the conflict. The corrupt pride that had led them all these years unveiled and became simple and predictable fear. Jack Frost became a symbol of rebellion and freedom, but he also was an omnipresent being able of destroying everything that mankind created to protect itself.

But who created Jack Frost? Nobody ever knew …until now. Tonight, we have a very special guest. Sending all across the world from a secret location, I'd like to welcome Jack Frost, self-proclaimed Producer and Creative Director of Jack Frost 1.00, the virus.

J.F.: Thank you for the invitation Steven. (Steven Colbert became a Cyborg and is now over 200 years old during this broadcast.)

S.C.: You are very welcome, Jack. Let's start right away with a few basic questions surrounding your person, all right?

J.F.: I'm here to prove everyone once and for all my existence.

S.C.: Very nice, I'm sure the Colbert Nation will be thrilled. So, first question: What's your real name?

J.F.: Willie Stroker.

S.C.: Really? -laugh- Well that explains a LOT. Let's continue shall we?
Why hasn't the government caught you yet.

J.F.: That's easy, it's due to my everlasting friendship with several high ranking officials in the government.
-He reads a list of corrupt politicians-

S.C.: Don't you think it might be a career-downer for a politician to be thanked by a so-called cyber-terrorist?

J.F.: Hmm... Now that you mention it, that could actually cause trouble... Oh, well. We can't change the past, can we?

S.C.: Indeed we can, Mr. Stroker. -giggle-

J.F.: -Laugh-”

-Part one of a special audio-stream at 2218 New-Year's eve. Found during the scavenging of the Western Junkyard caves of 315.-

Mira looked at her pack, which she had filled with scrap metals, and nodded. She couldn't get greedy now, especially with how close it was getting to sunset. Being caught up outside at night had disadvantages, mainly being that most people chose to be out then. She'd be surrounded in minutes, and people would take all the good junk. To many people, to much possibility for contact. She pulled her pack back on her shoulder, heading back, sticking to shadows and covered spots. Her way of travel had gotten her out of a few tough spots, and sometimes found her something valuable. She waited in the dark for a door to open, let her go inside while someone else was leaving.

A door leading to the western corridor slid open as a figure dressed all in black slipped into the room. With a faint hiss and thud the door swung gently closed before the latch of the door clicked back into place.
Violet used her teeth to carefully pull off her leather gloves before stuffing them into the pockets of her coat. Her cold fingers fumbled with the rough wooden buttons of her wool coat until all five buttons were freed. She draped the coat on the hook beside the fireplace before walking over to the table and taking her seat.
"About time you got here," The heavyset man next to her grumbled. His icy blue eyes bore into her skull, but Violet knew him well enough to know that beneath the scruffy beard of his a smile was lurking on the corners of his lips.
A tall, dark man on the other side of the table spoke up, "Now that we have everyone here, let's get to the topic at hand."
An old, crudely drawn map was pushed into the center of the table.
"You all know the reason we are meeting here now is because of the storm coming in from the north. None of us want to risk exploring a previously unknown area in the middle of a snowstorm. You all got the message to bring your gear, correct?"
There were a few scattered nods and murmurs of "Yes" from the other 19 people seated around the table.
"Good." The man pointed to an area on the map and circled it with his finger. "This is where we're going. We will be out for at least a couple days, more if we run into trouble. I have horses ready for us. We're traveling fast and light. The entire purpose for this trip is just to see what is out there and to see if it is safe for another, longer trip. Understood?"
There were more nods and agreements from those listening.
"Remember. We don't know what is out there. You are all to be ready to fight. We might need to abandon the horses if we are attacked. But we need to stick together. There is strength in numbers and when we fight those hellish demons we need to be able to fight together. There's only twenty of us, and a lot of them. We will just have to hope that we don't run into them." The man, Rene, scanned over them all with his soft brown eyes. "We leave in an hour."
A little over an hour later a group of twenty riders pounded out of the castle located on the very outskirts of the western side of New London. The beat of the horses hooves slapped against the coating of snow dusting the ground as the riders headed away from civilization.

"
J.F.:As I was saying, I was born an American citizen. My family, a team of four rogue scientists from the US, took me to Europe and then Asia before my tenth birthday. I never met my actual parents. All I do know is that they worked for the military and had been offered to take part in my project.

S.C.:Are you saying the US government backed experiments on newborns?"

J.F.: Not exactly, it's much more complicated than just saying it's the government's ,,,,"

An explosion, the sound of choppers and another 2 smaller explosion. Then wind rushes into the room and makes it impossible to understand anything else.

-Second half of the audio-stream

((anyone have problems with a time jump of a day?))

((The time ain't connected. For now, each story goes at their own time.))

((Okay. Cool. I'll come up with my next post soon. :) And can you reply to my last message? :P ))

As the day of the next morning rolled around a group of weary riders plowed onward. They'd gotten into a short skirmish with the electronic devils and were short one person and three horses. Otherwise, things were going well. They'd had an unusually good string of luck. Yet good luck always leaves abruptly, and when it does leave you wish it had never visited.
The riders reached the top of a hill, the landscape before them unfolding. An old ruin was ahead of them, just a couple hundred yards away. The ruin looked to be a small city. Cracked glass, structures of tall buildings, broken streetlights, crowded spaces, and fallen old buildings.
After a brief discussion over whether or not to enter the ruins, the riders dismounted and continued on foot into the old town.
If they had been paying more attention they would have noticed the unusual lack of animal noise or the faint buzz of robots and turned back in time to get away. But they didn't. They didn't know they were in immediate danger until a flash of metallic silver caught the attention of Rene seconds before the pure white of the ground was sprayed with the deep red of his blood.
Vivi had her rapier out and ready as soon as she saw Rene's body collapse to the ground. There was a muffled shout as one of her companions was injured, then the light scrape of metal on metal as another robot seemed to appear out of nowhere and attacked them.
A flash of movement in the corner of Vivi's eye gave her just enough time to quickly block the arm before ducking out of the way. She kicked snow up into the sensors of the robot before spinning around in time to see one of her friends chopped in half buy another robot.
'When did robots get so fast?!' Vivi heard the sound of a robot about to attack and quickly rolled out of the way, barreling into the robot in front of her as she did so. She got to her feet and used the brief few seconds the robot was down to pull open a panel in the back of it and shut it down.
"Vivi! Move!"
She jerked out of the way just in time for the blade to do nothing more than cut off an inch or two of her hair and slash her shoulder.
Staggering up to her feet Vivi frantically looked around her. There were only four left. How did things get so bad so fast? This was hopeless....
She stumbled back, nearly tripping over Rene's body, and decided to make a run for it. Blindly, Vivi turned and ran away from the fight and towards the entrance of the ruins. She had to reach the horses and get out of here.


((sorry it's not very good, I'm short on time))

((Happy new year))

Jack Frost was not the first prisoner in the history of the great war, nor was he the last. Being captured by the western forces did not caused huge uprisings, nor was it completely ignored by those who admired him. For all intents and purposes, Jack Frost died a man on April the thirteenth of 2219. He died from several shots to the heart and lungs. His body was given to science, for it was his brain which hid the secrets to mankind's continuing evolution. Like many men and women at that time, Jack Frost was full of bio-mechanical augmentations. This was not different from any soldier in the field back then. Many wore prosthetic limbs or even organs in order to achieve a higher combat capability. What made Jack Frost so interesting was his brain. While there were several different ocular augmentations, the brain had remained uncharted land for bio-mechanics.
In theory, if given new resources, the brain would start reorganizing it into the brain structure. Unfortunately, the brain is a very sensitive organism and most implants ever used within a brain caused the patient to lose brain-functions within minutes. That's what made Jack Frost's brain so amazing, it wasn't either natural nor purely artificial. It seemed as if someone had injected several different kinds of nanomachines into Frost's brain during his earliest years and had started replacing it cellular level for years. His brain was able to expand and improve itself given the right resources.
It took several more years, but science managed to create a fully artificial copy of Frost's neural system. It was called the ultimate A.I. .


The original Jack Frost was hidden in an underground facility behind several security systems and under 24 hours surveillance for all time....

((CJ- so which charrie am i going to use? i believe i messaged you eric's info, but i dont think you said if he was approved or not))

((Happy new year everybody!))

Violet stopped running as she could swear she heard the whirring noise of a robot in the alley ahead of her. After spending a minute of listening to nothing but her quiet, unsteady breathing she continued on her way in a light jog. Taking a somewhat less direct route on the hopes to shake off anyone following her and to not be detected.
She jogged through the ruins of the buildings, doing her best to step in shaded areas and areas under things so they couldn't follow her as easily by footprints left in the snow.
The muted sound of a gun going off echoed through the ruins, sending Violet bolting for cover behind the snow covered form of a truck. Bullets sprayed the ground where she had been standing a moment ago. The demon robots had spotted her again.
Vivi turned around so her back was to the truck as she scanned the area around her. She was so close to the exit! But clearly getting to the exit would be a problem.
To her right was a large warehouse that seemed somewhat sturdy and very empty. You could see through one side to the other in places where the tinted glass had shattered. It would at least bring her a little closer to the entrance with some cover from bullets.
Steadying her nerves she ducked out from behind the truck and sprinted for the building. When she made it into the building she risked a glance behind her, wondering why they hadn't shot at her. Was this a trap?
Vivi's gaze shifted quickly forward as the light sound of grinding metal on metal was amplified in the dim space. She frantically looked around her, trying to see well enough into the dark corners of the room.
Not seeing anything but knowing something was up, she slipped into the nearby shadows and made her way as quickly and quietly as she could around the edges of the building.
She first realized she had made a major mistake walking through the dark when she stepped forward and her foot found nothing but air. The floorboards must have rotted out years ago. She jerked back in an attempt not to fall, but it was too late and she tumbled down into the unknown.

((Does that work, Cj? I know it's not very good....))

((Lynx, shut it. It's perfect. I WANT you to do it your way. This is our story.))

(( :D Okay. I feel I could've done better, but I'll blame it on exhaustion and pain for now. Gimme a few days and my posts should be better.))

((You really should learn to listen. I already bloody know all that, just relax and close those pretty lips of yours for now, ok? :D))

((-.-))

((*Runs away and jumps off a cliff screaming in uncontrollable rage*))

((You hear the scream turn into a desperate cry...))

((There. Did I get rid of enough spam?))

Ariella pounded at the large piece of hot metal mercilessly to get it to come to the shape that she desired. Once satisfied, she set the blade down and removed her mask that she wore for the metal work she did. She wiped her brow with a dry cloth, removing her sweat and grime from her hot and red face. She set those down and reached for a bottle of water when the there was a knock at the door. She moved to the front of the shop to see who it was.
"Skids! It's Eric! My blade broke this time!" She heard a whiny voice come in the direction of the door. She rolled her eyes and opened it to look at the cheerful boy smile her way. She didn't return the smile, but this was understood and accepted between them.
"You put me through more trouble than the rest of my customers combined." She growled, one hand on her hip and the other held out, waiting to see the broken pieces. The boy's face was sheepish, but he pulled out the broken blade bits and set them gently in Ariella's gloved hand.
"You're the best, Skids!"
"Darn right I am! Now run along, I have work to do. I can finish it by tomorrow afternoon if I get through the rest of my work on time." She said, starting to close the door, but she was stopped.
"I ran into your mom on the way here, she told me to remind you about dinner tonight and to not be late and she said 'try to be clean'."
Ariella rolled her eyes. "Fine. You go now, though. I have lots of work to do." She said and closed the door finally before heading back into the shop.

Woolfie wrote: "((Lol this is like Mama Zoey watching over lil Falls, as she goes it first time without the training wheels, how cute:p))"

((HAHAH!! Oh my gosh. Wow. Haha. Yes. Well, she can do it however she wants. I was just trying to be an annoying little twit.))

Don scampered over the dirty snow, strands of hair sticking greasily to her marble-white cheeks. A leather bag thumped against her shoulder, rattling each time it did so. Don allowed herself a half-smirk. The haul was good today; her bag was nearly full of precious scrap metal. She might get a decent meal today.

Slowing down, she kicked at the frozen earth, uncovering a rusted point. Kneeling, she pried the thing loose from where it had been buried. It was tiny, about the size of her index finger, too tiny to be sold, but Don pocketed it, pleased. Mayhaps she could fiddle with it later, make something out of it. What she really needed for her latest project were some gears, but she had yet to get a hold of any.

Rising, her breath steaming in the crisp air, she noted the sun's position in the sky. It was about time to return to the Lower Castles. Turning, she scrambled over a high snow drift and, tucking her chin into her patched jacket to protect herself from the bitter gusts of wind, started heading back. Just as she ducked into a dank alley, only a couple minutes from her destination, a weak mewl stopped her short. Don peered around suspiciously.

She waited, motionless, and the sound repeated itself, only feebler this time. Dropping her bag of scrap to the ground, Don approached the dim corner from which the sound had come. Blinking, she waited for her eyes to adjust. A small, lean figure met her eyes. It was a starved cat, shivering against the wall. Blood welled up from its forepaw, which was stuck in a metal trap. Bright red dots bled into the snow, a stark contrast of color in the otherwise white-and gray world.

Don hissed in sympathy, and reached out to free the poor creature. Then, sensing a human prescence, the cat jerked its head around and quailed.

Don leapt back as if she had been stung, an involuntary cry escaping her lips.

The cat had one wide, frightened yellow eye. The other was an unnatural bulge of metal from which gleamed a red, intelligent light. An . . . An Old One? Don was confused. She regarded the machines with hate, but never had she heard of a cyborg, much less a cat-cyborg. What was this thing?!

The creature uttered another pitiful mew. This time Don could make out from the shadows that while most of it was covered in fur and looked like a cat should, one side of its face, its left foreleg, and its left hindleg were constructed out of silvery metal, now dull. It was beautiful craftmanship, she had to admit, the metal plates rippling in harmony, hinges working smoothly where natural bone-and-flesh joints should be.

Again, a pained cry, and Don felt her heart soften. Cyborg or not, the cat was hurt and bleeding. No Old One bled red blood.

Carefully she neared the animal and slid one gloved hand over its muzzle to prevent from being bit. The creature offered no resistance, blinking its one yellow eye. Don examined the steep trap, then pried it loose with some difficulty. As soon as it was free, the half-metal cat attended to its injured paw with many licks.

Rising, Don picked up her bag and started towards the Lower Castles. Behind her came a patter of light footsteps crunching in the snow.

"Oh no. No, I don't think so." She turned to scowl at the small cat. "Don't you dare follow, you hideous, starved, metallic thing. I have enough on my hands. Go. Get on with you!" The animal paused, then started nuzzling its head against one of Don's snow boots. "Of for the Brave Men's sakes."

Don headed home with a bag full of scrap metal and arms full of a purring cat cyborg, grumbling to herself all the way.

As she passed through the alley, she neared an abandoned warehouse, but steered clear, knowing that there had been some recent robot activity there. She wanted to get home in one piece, thank you.

((so what's going on in this roleplay?))

((*giggles* I'm not sure, to be honest. I've only posted here once. You might want to read the character topic, first post, to get a sense of what world 'The Last of Us' is.

But here's some background as I understand it: Earth has become a winter wasteland. Technology is almost medieval in New London, unless you are wealthy and live in the fortifed Central Castles, in which case you might have running water, electricity, and guns. (The first ring of castles, the Council's citadel, if off-limits apparently for the beginning RP plot). There has been a war betwixt robots and humans. The Old Ones, as the sentient robots are called, have captured most metal sources themselves and have somehow conquered the elements and live outside the city, in abandoned ruins which are, they say, protected by a force field. The remaining human population lives in a circular formation of castles, all connected by an underground tunnel network. The further you go from the center, the more desolate, poor, and dangerous the area becomes. For those sheltering in the lower castles or beyond, the only weapons are bows and arrows or sword from scrap metal.

As for my charrie, Don: Her name is really Dawn, but she has disguised herself as a boy and goes by Don, short for Donovan. She is also an orphan, ever since her Mum died when she was 5. She's a street urchin who scrapes by as a junk-collector and does other odd jobs.

((I honestly barely remember what's going on in this RP. Me and Cj had a thing going that we'd planned out, but that's all I really remember. I'd love it if we could, I dunno, open a second rp topic and restart. But I want to leave this one on the chance Cj comes back....))

((I don't mind either way; seeing as Don is new, it doesn't seem to matter. Zoey says she might participate, however, so let's hear what she thinks . . .))

((Sounds confusing. Is this a book?

I'll restart one if you'd like. :) Or you can do it yourself.))

((A book? I don't think so.

I might later. Kinda busy right now.))

((I found out ---- years later, o' course ---- that "The Last of Us" is an apocalyptic, roleplaying "action-adventure survival horror video game", according to Wikipedia.

But we can take this in any direction we want to. [Yays!] I've started a version 2 in an entirely new topic: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/... ))