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I think the weather in London is great for setting up atmosphere. Ever watched 28 Days Later...? Besides, it doesn't rain EVERY time.

This is the introduction of my character and probably my first post on the thread once it opens, if everything is okay with it. I'm assuming the local will be London, but if not the post can easily be changed. ------------------------------------ May 27th, 2005 16:16h...

Porto :) I go for London.

Ok, nice. Will there be any rule like on "Down in Mexico" wehre all writting must be in third person? Because I'm thinking of a rather singular way to write...

Eric was alive and Wolf knew it. He knew it but didn’t know how. He didn’t know how he could see his face in his head, hear his screams and feel his pain. He couldn’t explain why! How was it possible that he could even imagine that the man cut in half by bullets could be screaming right now...

London or New York are both great locations. I would incline more towards London for the “European feel”, the Victorian age architecture and the weather: the London fog at night could make a fantastic atmosphere. I have a sketched idea for my principal character: a male Arabian artist. He...

This seems to be a very combat directed role-play. What type of characters do you need right now? I’m pondering joining another RP to keep me busy while waiting for replies. If you need new players I’ll read the story so far and think about an interesting character.

This looks to me like a mix of the movie "28 days later" with the comic "Y: the last man". The first is about a man who wakes up on a hospital bed in london and finds out the town is deserted, except for what seems to be some-kind of zombie-like creatures (actually they've been infected with...

Wolf drank all of the liquid on his flask in a few minutes, while he smoke most of his cigarettes. He was nervous and feeling strange. He sensed the eyes of his fellow teammates. He sensed their distrust and suspicion. He looked at them and didn't like what he saw also. The only persons he would...

Wolf fell to his knees and started screaming. The others stopped in surprise and looked at him. He had a vague look in his eyes, looking at them but not truly seeing them. “The collective unconscious knows.” He spoke. “Incoming merge…Don’t be afraid. There is Love in the Telematic...

You just made me want to give Arcanum another try... With my very own Gunslinger :D *bang* *bang* ... I'm sooo bored.

Just to warn everyone that I’m still here and following the story, but I have to apologize for not posting much lately but I haven’t been feelin’ quite like myself and writing ideas aren’t flowing that well: probably due to work related fatigue ( = brain’s tired). So I apologize once more and...

BTW: Anarchy Online is free, it seems. Anyone ever played it? How is it?

What's up, people?

“You can ask directly to the lad, luv. He has a mouth.” Wolf replied, feeling grumpy. He was left alone with a couple of book worms, a jerk he didn’t really trust, a bloke who used to be a spy and had to receive chocks every now and then, and a lass that could be his daughter. The only one that...

Wolf didn't like it. Kilrick was gone and with him were most of the crew, and he didn't knew why or were to. He looked at the young man... Trevor. He looked to be in his twenties, half Wolfs own age, and didn't look that much healthy. He looked at the young girl... Terra was her name, if...

Wolf felt like a man being left on the dark, stumbling through furniture. During this mission, he didn’t got that much involved. He did his job and that was it. He didn’t really pried into all the politics and conflicts and even to what the mission was really for. He just did what they asked...

Wolfs’ conscious slowly came back to him. He could only feel numbness through his entire body. He found himself laid on a steel stretcher on a room filled with strange creatures: half human, half robots; or entirely robotic! It was all very strange to him... his head hurt and he felt dizzy...

Later he would remember getting picked up and dragged. He would remember grabbing a gun and shooting. He would remember the smoke and the feeling his lungs would burst and his eyes were on fire. He would even remember someone examining him and saying something about a tourniquet...