Post by JazzBuddah on Feb 26, 2013 7:01:01 GMT -5
The following is a story I am opening to all players to RP in. One rule applies that no characters can have superhuman or augmented attributes. This is a 100% human campaign.
Location: Dronning Maud Land, Antarctica. Between 20° west and 45° east
Facility: Tricell funded 'THORN' Arctic Research facility
===Accessing research archives==
March 18th, 2029
My team and I arrived today and none too soon. The wind storms have picked up and the pilots were forced to bunk with us. How long the weather will last is unclear. Most of the boys are unwinding with cheap Vodka provided by our employers. Not caring for such vices I will spend my time taking an archive of our gear and resources. Once the pilot leaves we will be entirely isolated so if we are missing vital gear, it's best to discover now.
Dr. Evan Mcdowwel.
March 21st, 2029
The pilots seem spooked. Perhaps this is to expected since they were not trained to last in these conditions. However I've noticed they make a conscious effort to avoid the freight elevator. Time to time I find they branch off to speak in secret. My fellow researchers, however, remain in good spirits.
We are a complete cornucopia of academia. Some are here to search for fossils, others conducting works in genetics that must be done in seclusion to ensure if something goes horribly wrong, the rest of the world will continue turning. Jackson continues his cold fusion studies while Abrams locks himself away to create a compact super-collider to discover a way to contain anti-matter.
March 25th, 2029
The two pilots left today. The guards who have joined us on this venture have now grown tense. Why we need security in a research facility is beyond me but the administration boys say it's to ensure our research is not threatened by competitors. Still, their presence is like being under watch of big brother. On another note, why do they feel the need to put security cameras in each room?
April 2nd, 2029
I went searching for batteries today and found something very disturbing. I had knocked over a crate of medical supplies only to find it full of ammunition. I cleaned it up best I could but now I seem un-able to shake a constant tail by the security officers.
April 6th, 2029
My team has grown tired of the looming security detail. Voicing our opinions we found ourselves under house arrest. Since when do our door lock from the outside!?
April 20th, 2029
We are now being denied all communication access to the outside world and the security detail has begun to dictate the subjects of our own experiments. My own project has been terminated as of yesterday. Rather than creating a way to identify and alter faulty genes before birth, I find myself forced to CREATE abnormalities. This is not what I signed up for.
April 25th, 2029
I rounded up my fellow researchers today to stand up against our gun wielding keepers. We refused to take any further orders until we could address administration and make our complaints known. Robert, head of security then executed Dr. Even Akers and declared rations would be denied if we didn't begin showing results. What fate has befallen us?
April 18th, 2029.
Today I saw the creature of my own creation. Test animals have now been replaced by sedated and bound humans. They are arriving via the freight elevator in groups of five. I have acquired myself a pistol. I refuse to have these tyrants dictate my actions any further. Some of the others will be joining me in my bunk tonight. I only have three bullets. God forgive me...
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May 2nd, 2029.
Greatings Administrator,
Research Team A has proven un-cooperative. Requesting second team to resume research and development. We have made head way towards completing project Asis but it is not yet complete. Attached is a file of possible recruits. We could also use a few soldiers for battle testing. We eagerly await your report.
-Potential character options-
-Tricell hired mercenary
-Scientific Researcher
-Team Medic
-Undercover BSSA agent
-Test Subject
-Extreme Conditions Survival Expert
-Cook
-News Reporter
Location: Dronning Maud Land, Antarctica. Between 20° west and 45° east
Facility: Tricell funded 'THORN' Arctic Research facility
===Accessing research archives==
March 18th, 2029
My team and I arrived today and none too soon. The wind storms have picked up and the pilots were forced to bunk with us. How long the weather will last is unclear. Most of the boys are unwinding with cheap Vodka provided by our employers. Not caring for such vices I will spend my time taking an archive of our gear and resources. Once the pilot leaves we will be entirely isolated so if we are missing vital gear, it's best to discover now.
Dr. Evan Mcdowwel.
March 21st, 2029
The pilots seem spooked. Perhaps this is to expected since they were not trained to last in these conditions. However I've noticed they make a conscious effort to avoid the freight elevator. Time to time I find they branch off to speak in secret. My fellow researchers, however, remain in good spirits.
We are a complete cornucopia of academia. Some are here to search for fossils, others conducting works in genetics that must be done in seclusion to ensure if something goes horribly wrong, the rest of the world will continue turning. Jackson continues his cold fusion studies while Abrams locks himself away to create a compact super-collider to discover a way to contain anti-matter.
March 25th, 2029
The two pilots left today. The guards who have joined us on this venture have now grown tense. Why we need security in a research facility is beyond me but the administration boys say it's to ensure our research is not threatened by competitors. Still, their presence is like being under watch of big brother. On another note, why do they feel the need to put security cameras in each room?
April 2nd, 2029
I went searching for batteries today and found something very disturbing. I had knocked over a crate of medical supplies only to find it full of ammunition. I cleaned it up best I could but now I seem un-able to shake a constant tail by the security officers.
April 6th, 2029
My team has grown tired of the looming security detail. Voicing our opinions we found ourselves under house arrest. Since when do our door lock from the outside!?
April 20th, 2029
We are now being denied all communication access to the outside world and the security detail has begun to dictate the subjects of our own experiments. My own project has been terminated as of yesterday. Rather than creating a way to identify and alter faulty genes before birth, I find myself forced to CREATE abnormalities. This is not what I signed up for.
April 25th, 2029
I rounded up my fellow researchers today to stand up against our gun wielding keepers. We refused to take any further orders until we could address administration and make our complaints known. Robert, head of security then executed Dr. Even Akers and declared rations would be denied if we didn't begin showing results. What fate has befallen us?
April 18th, 2029.
Today I saw the creature of my own creation. Test animals have now been replaced by sedated and bound humans. They are arriving via the freight elevator in groups of five. I have acquired myself a pistol. I refuse to have these tyrants dictate my actions any further. Some of the others will be joining me in my bunk tonight. I only have three bullets. God forgive me...
===============================
May 2nd, 2029.
Greatings Administrator,
Research Team A has proven un-cooperative. Requesting second team to resume research and development. We have made head way towards completing project Asis but it is not yet complete. Attached is a file of possible recruits. We could also use a few soldiers for battle testing. We eagerly await your report.
-Potential character options-
-Tricell hired mercenary
-Scientific Researcher
-Team Medic
-Undercover BSSA agent
-Test Subject
-Extreme Conditions Survival Expert
-Cook
-News Reporter