Lordxana0
Junior Member
So for those of you who have played Lobotomy Corp or Library of Ruina welcome, for those of you who haven't here is a short description if you are interested. Essentially the 'world' of the games takes place in a world where society has collapsed and been rebuilt, divided between 'slums' where life is cheap and your survival is in the hands of the various gangs, fixers (essentially mercenaries), and just sheer luck. And the Wings, places where you are arguably more safe so long as some nightmarish creature doesn't decide to take a chunk out of reality or cause people to turn into slug creatures.
Within this world I would like our characters to be Fixer's, trying to make a name for themselves and get a position with one of the higher ranking groups in order to make a comfy position for themselves away from the chaos and bloodshed. Of course standing in their way is an entire cities worth of monsters and madmen for them to survive against.
Caleb Cross was starting to think that either the coffee machine had gained sentience and hated his guts, or the beans he had purchased from the market were the garbage that was 'reprocessed' by one of the larger corporations rather then the listed 'home grown' variety that the package had touted. It said quite about about his shitty life that it could really go either way. Still if he dumped enough milk and sugar he could almost stand the taste and get the starting pain of a hangover washed away with the buzz of coffee. A glance around the office showed that his partner had yet to arrive, giving him a bit of time to collect the various bottles of booze from the ground and toss them into the bin before taking a seat behind his desk.
It had been about a year since he had started his job as a Fixer, putting every last dollar he had toward a proper combat weave suit and his preferred weapon, a sword that had been tempered enough to cut through steel, through given that some of the freaks in the city could have skin tough enough to make it bounce off he was thinking about an upgrade at some point. But that took money, and a garbage Office like theirs would only be able to get that much cash from the rare job that would probably get them killed sooner then actually pay out. But the Rat's had been going crazy recently so there had been plenty of small time jobs for Office's like theirs. And if they were lucky they could catch the eye of a larger Office and become properly connected, maybe even be gifted some stronger clothes or weapons.
"Or an actual working coffee machine," he glared toward the offending tool and waited to see if it would talk back. He couldn't afford to break the piece of shit while it was semi-functional, but if it actually responded he could either break it without worry or at most sell it to one of the freaks who kept trying to get him to sell his organs and replace them with a full mechanical body. He flexed his left hand, a garish mechanical thing that still gave full sense feedback. That had been too much to lose for him already. Before he could get dragged into his thoughts the sound of the door opening pulled his attention away.
((If you are at all interested hit me up!))
Within this world I would like our characters to be Fixer's, trying to make a name for themselves and get a position with one of the higher ranking groups in order to make a comfy position for themselves away from the chaos and bloodshed. Of course standing in their way is an entire cities worth of monsters and madmen for them to survive against.
Caleb Cross was starting to think that either the coffee machine had gained sentience and hated his guts, or the beans he had purchased from the market were the garbage that was 'reprocessed' by one of the larger corporations rather then the listed 'home grown' variety that the package had touted. It said quite about about his shitty life that it could really go either way. Still if he dumped enough milk and sugar he could almost stand the taste and get the starting pain of a hangover washed away with the buzz of coffee. A glance around the office showed that his partner had yet to arrive, giving him a bit of time to collect the various bottles of booze from the ground and toss them into the bin before taking a seat behind his desk.
It had been about a year since he had started his job as a Fixer, putting every last dollar he had toward a proper combat weave suit and his preferred weapon, a sword that had been tempered enough to cut through steel, through given that some of the freaks in the city could have skin tough enough to make it bounce off he was thinking about an upgrade at some point. But that took money, and a garbage Office like theirs would only be able to get that much cash from the rare job that would probably get them killed sooner then actually pay out. But the Rat's had been going crazy recently so there had been plenty of small time jobs for Office's like theirs. And if they were lucky they could catch the eye of a larger Office and become properly connected, maybe even be gifted some stronger clothes or weapons.
"Or an actual working coffee machine," he glared toward the offending tool and waited to see if it would talk back. He couldn't afford to break the piece of shit while it was semi-functional, but if it actually responded he could either break it without worry or at most sell it to one of the freaks who kept trying to get him to sell his organs and replace them with a full mechanical body. He flexed his left hand, a garish mechanical thing that still gave full sense feedback. That had been too much to lose for him already. Before he could get dragged into his thoughts the sound of the door opening pulled his attention away.
((If you are at all interested hit me up!))
