TyroneRobot
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It is the year 2702. Earth has been in peace for the past two hundred years. After the creation of the tank suit and the devastation of the Cloud War, Earth had to heal after all of the conflict. Each continent united into its own states, all meeting under the United Council of Earth (U.C.E). All states now have mass-produced tank suits, with the vast majority of them being a variation on the CH-11 design produced out of the Asian Union. All of this technological development would not be possible without Tominium, an extremely slowly degrading element in limited supply. It takes very little Tominium to supply a tank suit, though it takes much more to run a country off of it. The expense is worth it, however, due to how long Tominium lasts.
The continental factions of Earth still do not see eye to eye on most things, the bitterness of the Cloud War still painting their tastebuds with an aftertaste. The countries still are tense, a full-blown war being seconds away from happening between the African Union and the Asian Union, despite being Allies in the Cloud War. Tominium is limited after all, and there are very few locations that produce it at an adequate level to run a continent full of billions of people.
Then, the first Cleaner appeared on Earth like the antichrist.
It landed in LA, a city rebuilding after it was especially hit hard by the cloud war. It came from the sky like a comet made of rotten meat. It hit the ground with the force of a small nuclear bomb and leveled the buildings near it like a small Earthquake. It then stood there, looking around this alien world it had never seen up close. It simply walked around, leveling buildings and interacting with the populace like they were rats. It looked around, three large arms dragging against the ground, and finally seemed to snap.
LA didn't exist anymore.
It was leveled in a way only nuclear bombs could rival in efficiency. Hell, at least with nuclear bombs you could predict when they'd come and plan accordingly. These things... it was like the flood of Genesis. It came and killed everything in its wake, then left. No Ideology. No Reason Given. Not even a target. Just Death. The tanksuits were useless. Effectively just dolls that the beast played with before its boredom took over. Earth seemed to have a new apex predator. Humanity wasn't ready.
All of humanity agreed it needed to be prepared. It could never be caught off guard again.
The United Council of Earth didn't agree on a lot of things, but it agreed that they needed to work on this together, because it may land anywhere, at any time. There was no preparation. The tank suits they had now were not enough. They needed something out of the norm. Something more dangerous.
They needed Scrapbusters. People who made illegal and extremely experimental tank suits. A crime treated on the same level as treason, with the same punishment. They were everywhere, usually independent criminals who somehow get their hands on Tominium and make a piece of junk tank suit from car parts, but sometimes there are groups who work on experimental technology banned by the continental governments. Some work, but most don't. There is, however, a man who has been hunted down as a felon for years, for creating potentially dangerous but revolutionary tank suit technology. Kabir Singh. They somehow find him, and along with two much younger Scrapbusters, they develop something huge. Something that will change the course of warfare. Not just on Earth, but potentially the universe.
The Guncore.
It is larger, faster, and more intelligent than the CH-11 ever could be. A weapon that, as Kabir describes it, "makes the tank suit and pilot unite as one." Vague as that is, it piques the interest of U.C.E.
They need recruits, potential pilots who have never set foot in a tank suit. They hunt for high school seniors and college students, young people who they say "can learn with their suits." All over the world. They found them, but they don't know if these kids are ready for what comes next.
I will be posting the OOC and Character Sign up threads soon (There will be a need for two Scrapbusters and four pilots.)
OOC
It is the year 2702. Earth has been in peace for the past two hundred years. After the creation of the tank suit and the devastation of the Cloud War, Earth had to heal after all of the conflict. Each continent united into its own states, all meeting under the United Council of Earth (U.C.E). All states now have mass-produced tank suits, with the vast majority of them being a variation on the CH-11 design produced out of the Asian Union. All of this technological development would not be possible without Tominium, an extremely slowly degrading element in limited supply. It takes very little Tominium to supply a tank suit, though it takes much more to run a country off of it. The expense is worth it, however, due to how long Tominium lasts.
The continental factions of Earth still do not see eye to eye on most things, the bitterness of the Cloud War still painting their tastebuds with an aftertaste. The countries still are tense, a full-blown war being seconds away from happening between the African Union and the Asian Union, despite being Allies in the Cloud War. Tominium is limited after all, and there are very few locations that produce it at an adequate level to run a continent full of billions of people.
Then, the first Cleaner appeared on Earth like the antichrist.
It landed in LA, a city rebuilding after it was especially hit hard by the cloud war. It came from the sky like a comet made of rotten meat. It hit the ground with the force of a small nuclear bomb and leveled the buildings near it like a small Earthquake. It then stood there, looking around this alien world it had never seen up close. It simply walked around, leveling buildings and interacting with the populace like they were rats. It looked around, three large arms dragging against the ground, and finally seemed to snap.
LA didn't exist anymore.
It was leveled in a way only nuclear bombs could rival in efficiency. Hell, at least with nuclear bombs you could predict when they'd come and plan accordingly. These things... it was like the flood of Genesis. It came and killed everything in its wake, then left. No Ideology. No Reason Given. Not even a target. Just Death. The tanksuits were useless. Effectively just dolls that the beast played with before its boredom took over. Earth seemed to have a new apex predator. Humanity wasn't ready.
All of humanity agreed it needed to be prepared. It could never be caught off guard again.
The United Council of Earth didn't agree on a lot of things, but it agreed that they needed to work on this together, because it may land anywhere, at any time. There was no preparation. The tank suits they had now were not enough. They needed something out of the norm. Something more dangerous.
They needed Scrapbusters. People who made illegal and extremely experimental tank suits. A crime treated on the same level as treason, with the same punishment. They were everywhere, usually independent criminals who somehow get their hands on Tominium and make a piece of junk tank suit from car parts, but sometimes there are groups who work on experimental technology banned by the continental governments. Some work, but most don't. There is, however, a man who has been hunted down as a felon for years, for creating potentially dangerous but revolutionary tank suit technology. Kabir Singh. They somehow find him, and along with two much younger Scrapbusters, they develop something huge. Something that will change the course of warfare. Not just on Earth, but potentially the universe.
The Guncore.
It is larger, faster, and more intelligent than the CH-11 ever could be. A weapon that, as Kabir describes it, "makes the tank suit and pilot unite as one." Vague as that is, it piques the interest of U.C.E.
They need recruits, potential pilots who have never set foot in a tank suit. They hunt for high school seniors and college students, young people who they say "can learn with their suits." All over the world. They found them, but they don't know if these kids are ready for what comes next.
Hello! I have been roleplaying for years under different accounts, on different sites. I took a many year long break and found a love of Mecha in that time, especially in the way they deal with the human element. I am looking to create a story about flawed humans and the stress of war and politics that take a toll on them. Being a Mecha fan isn’t necessary! I just want role players that are consistent and can write a bit.
Requirements:
Requirements:
- Be 18+. This role play will deal with dark themes such as PTSD and trauma, so if you have problems with such topics I understand but this may not be the RP for you.
- Willing to write 3+ sentences (A paragraph minimum). I don’t require people do write multiple paragraphs as that seems to burn people out a lot, but at least a few, full sentences of good grammar is a must. The more detailed and longer wont hurt, and I will be responding with multiple paragraphs as I will be playing most NPC’s, but it isn’t a requirement.
- If you are going to take a long break, at least tell the group in OOC. I want people to be somewhat active, so that is why I am keeping it to a somewhat smaller group
I will be posting the OOC and Character Sign up threads soon (There will be a need for two Scrapbusters and four pilots.)
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