Pat
Three Thousand Club
They're still there you know. Stranded, maybe only anchored, to the Big Red. Hardly over two decades have passed and they've torn each other apart, as the more morbid stories go. Mixed freeze-dried crystals of blood with the world's crimson grains of sand until they were one and the same.
Those forerunners were left behind when the bills began to outweigh the political support it had once bought. Their tether to civilization? Cut before their destination, and your new home, was even reached...
Mars.
That orb stole their future. Back home, they say its our's. They say we'll do it better. That we'll survive, even thrive, on the world that is the living graveyard of our precursors. It is drilled into our skulls to believe that hope. The same hope that may yet continue to reside in those withered husks.
They're still there you know. Some call them phantoms. The ghosts of an age still kicking. On reflection, others take pity. Haunted by the words of their aged sweethearts on Earth, the empathetic can only come to the conclusion that they are still searching for a way home, lost.
Hello! I have been working on Lost for a little bit now, and I'm interested if any of y'all would be interested. This universe is an alternate take on the 1960s and beyond; mere days after Kennedy's 1962 speech, where he proclaimed that a man would be on the moon by the end of the decade, China was hit with a meteorite, tens of millions perishing. The President would soon be known to state there would be mass colonization of Mars by the midpoint of the decade, 1965, to rapturous applause. Khrushchev followed suit.
This colonization effort would fail spectacularly when the bills outweighed the political support it had once bought. Though the fleet had launched and was on the final approach to Mars, the U.S.S.R., and the U.S., on the verge of economic collapse, took back their promises to send further supplies, equipment, and manpower.
The colonies would dwindle in size, becoming silent over the years. On Earth, multiple armed conflicts, famines, and epidemics would drive the richest men and women from across the globe to band together and start a second colonization movement. They hoped to preserve the human race from the threat of utter annihilation at the hands of men like Kennedy and Khrushchev. The two men, now practically dictators, hold absolute control over their nations and have sent their own ships to join the corporations' mission.
Now, in the year 1985, the fleets finally disembark and settle Mars. You will be a Soviet, American, or independent corporation's colony vying for power on the surface of the planet.
Initial Purchasables
($450 or $500 to spend)
Naut ($20): One population.
Spacesuit ($10): Allows Nauts to survive outside of colonies.
Laser gun ($5): Can be used to collect resources, or to kill enemies.
Melee weapon ($5): Can be used to kill enemies and prevent any collateral damage (which lasers have the possibility of doing) during an attack on another colony.
Drone ($50): Instead of using multiple Nauts to complete a project, repair the base, or scout other colonies, you can use a single drone that would probably do it better.
Buggy ($100): Holds two Nauts, a small amount of resources, has weak armor, and is very fast.
Truck ($200): Holds four Nauts, a large amount of resources, is equipped with a laser turret, and is heavily armored. Though it suffers in speed.
Space Program Application
Alignment: (U.S.S.R., U.S., or Independent Corporation. Independent corporations start off with $500 Spacebucks. Russian and American players end up with $450 Spacebucks, but get more support later on)
Name: (Examples: N.A.S.A., Soviet Space Authority, SpaceX)
Symbol/Flag:
Leader:
Space Explorer Name: (Examples: Astronaut-U.S., Cosmonaut-U.S.S.R., Taikonaut-P.R.C., Spationaut-F.R. Must end in 'naut' and make sense)
Starting Funds: ($400 or $450?)
Purchases: (List what you bought here, from the most expensive to the least expensive purchases. Example: 1 Truck, 3 Nauts)
Backstory: (optional)
@Crispy Fries.
Those forerunners were left behind when the bills began to outweigh the political support it had once bought. Their tether to civilization? Cut before their destination, and your new home, was even reached...
Mars.
That orb stole their future. Back home, they say its our's. They say we'll do it better. That we'll survive, even thrive, on the world that is the living graveyard of our precursors. It is drilled into our skulls to believe that hope. The same hope that may yet continue to reside in those withered husks.
They're still there you know. Some call them phantoms. The ghosts of an age still kicking. On reflection, others take pity. Haunted by the words of their aged sweethearts on Earth, the empathetic can only come to the conclusion that they are still searching for a way home, lost.
Hello! I have been working on Lost for a little bit now, and I'm interested if any of y'all would be interested. This universe is an alternate take on the 1960s and beyond; mere days after Kennedy's 1962 speech, where he proclaimed that a man would be on the moon by the end of the decade, China was hit with a meteorite, tens of millions perishing. The President would soon be known to state there would be mass colonization of Mars by the midpoint of the decade, 1965, to rapturous applause. Khrushchev followed suit.
This colonization effort would fail spectacularly when the bills outweighed the political support it had once bought. Though the fleet had launched and was on the final approach to Mars, the U.S.S.R., and the U.S., on the verge of economic collapse, took back their promises to send further supplies, equipment, and manpower.
The colonies would dwindle in size, becoming silent over the years. On Earth, multiple armed conflicts, famines, and epidemics would drive the richest men and women from across the globe to band together and start a second colonization movement. They hoped to preserve the human race from the threat of utter annihilation at the hands of men like Kennedy and Khrushchev. The two men, now practically dictators, hold absolute control over their nations and have sent their own ships to join the corporations' mission.
Now, in the year 1985, the fleets finally disembark and settle Mars. You will be a Soviet, American, or independent corporation's colony vying for power on the surface of the planet.
Initial Purchasables
($450 or $500 to spend)
Naut ($20): One population.
Spacesuit ($10): Allows Nauts to survive outside of colonies.
Laser gun ($5): Can be used to collect resources, or to kill enemies.
Melee weapon ($5): Can be used to kill enemies and prevent any collateral damage (which lasers have the possibility of doing) during an attack on another colony.
Drone ($50): Instead of using multiple Nauts to complete a project, repair the base, or scout other colonies, you can use a single drone that would probably do it better.
Buggy ($100): Holds two Nauts, a small amount of resources, has weak armor, and is very fast.
Truck ($200): Holds four Nauts, a large amount of resources, is equipped with a laser turret, and is heavily armored. Though it suffers in speed.
Space Program Application
Alignment: (U.S.S.R., U.S., or Independent Corporation. Independent corporations start off with $500 Spacebucks. Russian and American players end up with $450 Spacebucks, but get more support later on)
Name: (Examples: N.A.S.A., Soviet Space Authority, SpaceX)
Symbol/Flag:
Leader:
Space Explorer Name: (Examples: Astronaut-U.S., Cosmonaut-U.S.S.R., Taikonaut-P.R.C., Spationaut-F.R. Must end in 'naut' and make sense)
Starting Funds: ($400 or $450?)
Purchases: (List what you bought here, from the most expensive to the least expensive purchases. Example: 1 Truck, 3 Nauts)
Backstory: (optional)
@Crispy Fries.
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