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[BDark]

1850, Britain, and inventors roam and rule.


To @KingJackRabbit .


Sorry because this is crappy. I'm horrible at starting shit.


As for the rules, the basic.


> Follow site rules.


> Stick to the setting.


> Have fun.


> We agreed this is a gay roleplay, so that'll be the focus. Non-gay stuff could be more in the background.


> OOC in OOC, IC in IC.


> Talk in third person pls, it's easier to keep track of things that way.


> Always check your English. Grammar, spelling, and punctuation.


> I think that's about it. Not sure, but I think so, yeah.


> Ech.

 

[KingJackRabbit]

(Nice title by the way.)


Jack- It was a Teusday afternoon, he had just gotten back from gathering supplies from the local shop. He was going to add a new addition to his newest contraption, spring powered rabbit feet. But something in the air felt uneasy and fishy, however he couldn't put his finger on it.

 

[BDark]

Thomas had his firearm in one hand, hidden beneath his jacket. His pace was quick, for he felt uneasy about the loud machinery noise. It was bellowing, whistling and creaking, echoing through the streets. He knew what it was; the killing machine. And it was headed for Jack Rabbit; he was the first on the list.


The young man hid behind a corner. The streets in this district were always so empty he never understood why it existed. The machine got closer... closer... And stopped. Just before appeared at the corner, like it sensed a trap.


Then it started running at what was most likely full speed, almost as fast as a horse. Thomas took after it, firing at it, but missing, a single bullet causing a dent in its shell.


Fifteen minutes of chasing the machine lead him to the local resources shop, where the killing machine was breaking in. Only its arms were moving; it was hacking at the large wooden door. He aimed and fired a bullet, breaking a chain, causing the shell to shift a little, then at the chain on the other side, sending the shell falling onto the ground with a metallic clang, and revealing the body. It was soft, like a mollusk, covered in a thin layer of bone. He fire a single bullet into the bone, splattering slimy green petrol-like liquid, causing it to stop just as the door fell to the ground abruptly and turn around, screeching at him and charging with the axe-like blades and the flamethrower under its jaw. He fired a bullet at its head, causing a mere dent in the metal. The machine resembled a mantis crossed with a bull.

 

[KingJackRabbit]

Jack stood at the front of the shop, his rabbit ears begining to twitch away at the low rumbling coming from outside. Although Jack did indeed have rabbit ears, his hearing was still average, possibly less. Foot steps, gunfire, metal crashing to the ground began to fill his ears at larger and larger volumes.


Then he sees it, the giant metal arms crashing so suddenly through the shops door. Jacks heart skipped a beat as he flew back into the counter, knocking the wind out of him. He grasped the counter top attempting to pull himself onto his feet and fallow his first impulse to run. But he was stopped when he noticed there wasn't just a machine out there, there was what appeared to be a person from his view. He watched in awe as this mysterious hero-like man look down the immense machine.


As Jack kept watching, after seeing the soft squishy creature, with the sound of a bullet he was suddenly blinded by the slimly liquid that had splattered across the store and all over every inch of himself. He put his hands up to his face wiping off some of the slime from his eyes and mouth, then took a glance up to see the man that had stopped the whole mess. "W-Who are you?"

 

[BDark]

The partly naked machine still moved towards Thomas, hacking with its axe-like claws. Flames bellowed from the device under its head, but Thomas leaped to one side, avoiding the column of fire. He fired a bullet at the flamethrower, causing it to explode, sending the head spinning onto the road. The body still moved, arms hacking wildly at the same direction it was attacking earlier, where Thomas stood before. He adjusted his gun, aimed, and fired at the back, embedding the bolt in the monstrosity's back. The creature turned as the lamp on the bolt flickered with a rapid beeping noise before exploding, sending the blood-like liquid feet into the sky, and the metal parts onto the street, a part of the bone armour breaking the shop window.


Thomas then turned, partly covered in the petrol-like liquid and his gun in his hand.


"Thomas Cougar."


His voice was surprisingly deep for his age. Of course, it wasn't really that deep.