Post by ♠Rafiki♠ on Jul 11, 2008 14:17:57 GMT -5
Setting/Time: Central commerce city, Mars, 150 years from now
Plot Outline: AVP, red-faction style.
Rules:
-Regulars only
-6 predators vs. a hive of aliens, and the all-new Alien “King”
-Detailed violence is prohibited, but normal tame stuff is allowed
-Min. 1 human character
-Up to 2 predators per person, unless more than 3 want one
-Predators will be brought in as they die, as can be humans.
-Humanity is not required to win. >: ]
-Rudimentary knowledge predator ways required
-Playing the 1st red faction helps picture the setting, but is not needed.
Background:
Mars, the planet over, is more tightly controlled than current-day china. The guards all rally under an enigmatic being named “Ultor” who’s symbol is a gear, but with blades instead of grooves. His police force is limitless and powerful, the only people on the planet being live-in miners, who daily work 15-hour shifts in brutal, inhumane conditions, sharing filthy beds with up to 7 other people, and privacy is limited to being alone in the tunnels. They are constantly pushed, and beaten by the guards, who have actually taken to believing miners are inferior beings. Worse, a deadly plague is spreading through the population, like wildfire. People next to you may well drop dead from the horribly disfiguring plague, and no one ever knows who’s next or how to fight it. Ultor, his staff, and guards, all are unconcerned with the safety or well-being of the miners, who are promised outrageously good lives to be lured there, then are kept as slaves until they die, or are executed. Usually, neither is long in the waiting.
In the tunnels, and on the surface, people must wear bright-red enviro-suits, or die from the elements. The suits themselves are usually unsanitary as well, but provide mild cooling in the tunnels that regularly reach 112o on a cool day. Nobody is allowed free-speech, and many who speak out against Ultor “disappear”. Yet, life goes on. Since none are allowed to contact home, no one knows any of these terrible conditions. How long will it stay that way?
Story:
Aliens are brought to the d3vil planet by way of deep-space survey ship. The crew is naturally dead; their deadly cargo delivered to Martian tunnels when the ship crash-lands at the entrance of an abandoned mine, that lead to the main hub from which all mining tunnels branch out of. It wasn’t long before the workers began seeing miners, killed in the same nefarious way. Enraged with what they believed to be the guards’ brutalities getting even worse, they all begin to revolt, and a planet-wide rebellion against Ultor ensues. People were shocked when guard bodies began to turn up, mutilated in the same fashion.
Records on the undiscovered craft indicated “strange humanoid men with mandibles like bugs” boarding the ships, incapacitating crewmen systematically, and then leaving freshly harvested alien eggs on-board were never found; the ship still sits, ruined, in a deep canyon somewhere on the planet’s equator. It is there the hive was begun, it is there the queen resides.
Currently, a Yaut’ja ship is in low orbit, awaiting the customary week for the creatures to build up their numbers, before beginning to mobilize for the hunt. Coincidentally, that same week will end on the eve of the rebellion’s outbreak, adding more fuel to the fire. Gimme that which I desire.
Plot Outline: AVP, red-faction style.
Rules:
-Regulars only
-6 predators vs. a hive of aliens, and the all-new Alien “King”
-Detailed violence is prohibited, but normal tame stuff is allowed
-Min. 1 human character
-Up to 2 predators per person, unless more than 3 want one
-Predators will be brought in as they die, as can be humans.
-Humanity is not required to win. >: ]
-Rudimentary knowledge predator ways required
-Playing the 1st red faction helps picture the setting, but is not needed.
Background:
Mars, the planet over, is more tightly controlled than current-day china. The guards all rally under an enigmatic being named “Ultor” who’s symbol is a gear, but with blades instead of grooves. His police force is limitless and powerful, the only people on the planet being live-in miners, who daily work 15-hour shifts in brutal, inhumane conditions, sharing filthy beds with up to 7 other people, and privacy is limited to being alone in the tunnels. They are constantly pushed, and beaten by the guards, who have actually taken to believing miners are inferior beings. Worse, a deadly plague is spreading through the population, like wildfire. People next to you may well drop dead from the horribly disfiguring plague, and no one ever knows who’s next or how to fight it. Ultor, his staff, and guards, all are unconcerned with the safety or well-being of the miners, who are promised outrageously good lives to be lured there, then are kept as slaves until they die, or are executed. Usually, neither is long in the waiting.
In the tunnels, and on the surface, people must wear bright-red enviro-suits, or die from the elements. The suits themselves are usually unsanitary as well, but provide mild cooling in the tunnels that regularly reach 112o on a cool day. Nobody is allowed free-speech, and many who speak out against Ultor “disappear”. Yet, life goes on. Since none are allowed to contact home, no one knows any of these terrible conditions. How long will it stay that way?
Story:
Aliens are brought to the d3vil planet by way of deep-space survey ship. The crew is naturally dead; their deadly cargo delivered to Martian tunnels when the ship crash-lands at the entrance of an abandoned mine, that lead to the main hub from which all mining tunnels branch out of. It wasn’t long before the workers began seeing miners, killed in the same nefarious way. Enraged with what they believed to be the guards’ brutalities getting even worse, they all begin to revolt, and a planet-wide rebellion against Ultor ensues. People were shocked when guard bodies began to turn up, mutilated in the same fashion.
Records on the undiscovered craft indicated “strange humanoid men with mandibles like bugs” boarding the ships, incapacitating crewmen systematically, and then leaving freshly harvested alien eggs on-board were never found; the ship still sits, ruined, in a deep canyon somewhere on the planet’s equator. It is there the hive was begun, it is there the queen resides.
Currently, a Yaut’ja ship is in low orbit, awaiting the customary week for the creatures to build up their numbers, before beginning to mobilize for the hunt. Coincidentally, that same week will end on the eve of the rebellion’s outbreak, adding more fuel to the fire. Gimme that which I desire.