OOC: It has become quite apparent to myself that we all seem to be in a world that is easily malleable into whatever we want it to be. People like me, Axel, and Viga live in a time when lasers, technology, and automatic vehicles do not exist in any fashion or at least not exactly there yet. People like Li and Churba live either in modern times or the distant future. Omnutia and Nine can be in their own classification as I cannot determine if they live in an era they've created or if it's a mix of certain eras. I'm just gonna come up with a name of this malleable world and call it Gortch, just totally random. Continue on with the discussion phase of this thread.
OOC: This should probably be established: the NEEB exists in a future where both Druidic magic is entirely possible and quite common in my armies, but high technology is also present and common. The two are often used in conjunction, ala Shadowrun.
and Viga live in a time when lasers, technology, and automatic vehicles do not exist in any fashion or at least not exactly there yet.
Eh, Viga's from the future. I imagined her hoplites to be armed with plasma shields and laser spears while wearing purple or pink loincloths and capes or some such.
Come one come all to The Von Bytes gadgetry of steampunk wonders! You can't miss are shops because we command a fleet of Airships ready and willing to serve your country wherever and whenever that may be!
and Viga live in a time when lasers, technology, and automatic vehicles do not exist in any fashion or at least not exactly there yet.
Eh, Viga's from the future. I imagined her hoplites to be armed with plasma shields and laser spears while wearing purple or pink loincloths and capes or some such.
You are correct, but the official designers of my kingdom made the capes violet and the loincloths and codpieces gold.
Back in character: I need a status report on the assassination. Any headway?
*sits down to record message on droid*
Joshua Von Bytes. This is the high ruler of Greece, Viga Victoria. I wish to inform you that your presence is requested at my residence. I would like to do business with you and speak of other wonders. The address is ******* at ******* ******* ***** 145. The location is a secret so keep it under you hate, dear.
==The Mind of the Mahatma== Designated Access Level: Global Public Access Singularity Evaluation: May cause harm to Technology, override access required
We, ruler of India and the Technology that gives it life and wisdom, hereby enact Override Protocol 1213-B, releasing this document for Public Access -Mahatma Blattus
Greetings. It has been some time since the humble country of India has involved itself in world events, but it seems that the time is ripe for to make our presence known to the rest of Gortch. In the hopes of dispelling your notions of our sudden appearance in your midst, We would like to provide an explanation for our contact:
The country of India has been under the rule of the Mahatma for generations, and has gained tremendous wealth during this time due to the abundance of resources located on our land, and the dedication of our people to take advantage of the technologies offered to us. One such technology, inherited from the First Mahatma, was the Cloacke--a device which has rendered our borders invisible to all but our own citizens for as long as time has existed. Technology has long defined how We have lived our lives, and how We are to live them in the future; to this end we have entered the world arena.
We expect no inquisitions, make no demands, and fear no traitors. All that we seek is the True Unification, as this is what must be. Those who believe as We do in the power of unity need only indicate their preference to the world arena, at which point our Singizens will be happy to assist the conversion of your population. Reset assured that we aim for full cultural preservation: We seek to unite the world, not eradicate its creations. It should be mentioned that those who choose to accelerate their entry into the Unification will have access to the Technology. Those who find themselves in opposition need not worry, for We have Knowledge of the expansion of the Unification, and do not seek conflict. As Mahatma, We have made the decision to throw the tradition of hiding to the wayside in hopes of accelerating this transition.
Please do not hesitate to contact us with more information. It has been an uncountable number of years since We have made contact outside our borders, and We believe that our communication skills may have changed far too much compared to the rest of Gortch.
Profile: Name: Mahatma Blattus Army: CLASSIFIED, override access refused Alliance: The just war has only one ally--truth Goal: The True Unification
We've got nukes, The romans, Grand Moffs, droids, and Marines; Just what era are we in anyway?
Furthermore, I think someone should make a map of where our respective countries are, just so we can keep things organized.
Name: Michael Alexander Frost (The Sonic Sniper) Country: None Alliance: None Skills: Advanced Robotics, Sniper, Super Speed Weaknesses: Attractive women (to a point. If they've betrayed him in the past, that person will no longer be trusted), Babies (he loves babies, They're so cute.), Poor close range combat abilities. Physical Description:
Hair: Short, Black, Spikey Skin: Caucasian Eyes: Grey/blue Height: 5'11" Weight: 150lbs Clothes: Jacket and vest pockets dip into hammer-space for Michael to pull out tools, gadgets, and ammunition.
Gadgets: S.H.A.D.E.S. : Spectrum Harnessing Adaptive Display EnvironmentS His glasses, which are of his own creation, run off all forms of energy on the EM spectrum (light, heat, radiation, radio, microwaves, etc...) or Tachyon waves (reverse time waves generated from his reality locked laboratory in the future). They provide binocular overlay interface through which he can control his robots, access information networks, and other functions. He can control it using either the EEG built into the arms of the glasses or by eye movement. When Sniping, one lens flips up to allow Michael to use the optical scope, while the other lens displays target information, distance, wind velocity and direction, and can calculate positions of enemy snipers. Glasses allow for night vision, thermal vision, and photography. The glasses will only work for Michael, as they are registered to his EEG "signature".
Jacket: A long coat with embedded optic technology is able to provide him temporary invisibility (30 seconds) as well as armoring against light weapons fire. Invisibility will become less accurate and eventually fail under weapons fire.
Weapons: Barret M82B1 .50 Caliber semi-automatic rifle (10 rounds/clip) as his primary. Glock 18 semi-automatic/automatic pistol as his sidearm.
Micro-Bio: Trapped in the past from the distant future, Michael works as a freelance sniper, but keeps his advanced technology and robotics secret. His hidden underground laboratory/workshop is where he machines ammunition, builds his robots, and where he lives. His super speed was acquired after his first experiment with neuron enhancement went awry. It was supposed to only increase his general thinking speed, but instead it created the effect of allowing him to speed up his whole body at will. As a result, he thinks fastest and clearest when he is using his super speed, essential for navigating terrain at high speeds. As a roboticist, his is unmatched. Training under the tutalage of Dr. Ivo Robotnik, he eventually surpassed his teacher by building robots which were indistinguishable from humans, even under close examination, and were capable of super human feats.
He uses his fleet of robots to gather information for him about his targets and of current interior affairs of the worlds governments.
He is currently located in a Hotel near the outskirts of Athens, Greece.
Name: Lord Günter VonBourgenhausen Army(s): The Grand Imperial Elite Hobos With Sticks Country: A five square mile floating trash-dump known as "Hotopia" (many a disappointed rapper has braved our shores), which made of accumulated flotsam and my palace (i.e. an old crab fishing boat). Alliance(s): My cat, Scruffy. Goal: To Conquer the World Quote: "Life just is like a bottle of Mad Dog... Fuck, what was I talking about? Just give me some money." Artist's Rendition:
OOC: Well I have come up with a brilliant way to resolve the continent/countries in Gortch problem. I'm pretty sure someone might have come up with this idea before, but I came up with it from my mind but had an inkling that it must have done before; but whatever. The world of Gortch is a world that is ever-changing and doesn't stay the same for very long at any given moment. It is known by the sages as the Endlessness of Gortch, and for good reason. Continents and countries continually appear at random points in the world, at unexpected times. The reason for all of this, is that almost 3/4 of every land in Gortch is from some kind of literature or other fictional medium. When a story is written anywhere at anytime, the intricacies of the descriptions of the worlds made appear in the Land of Gortch in the form of continents and/or countries. One famous example that exists here and is somewhat well known is the Land of Oz. I mean the entire geography of the world is here. I'll give you two examples of how big and extended this world is.
Here is the basic map of the Land of Oz
Now here is the extended Land of Oz map with the surrounding countries.
I (hopefully) think everyone understands where I'm going with this here. Anyway, continue on the RP'ing.
They are not contradicting each other. One just shows more territory.
That is not the contradiction I speak off. Unless the compass on the bottom map goes counter-clockwise (who in their right mind would do such a thing?), they are contradictory, as seen by the placement of Munchkin Country and Winkie Country.
They are not contradicting each other. One just shows more territory.
That is not the contradiction I speak off. Unless the compass on the bottom map goes counter-clockwise (who in their right mind would do such a thing?), they are contradictory, as seen by the placement of Munchkin Country and Winkie Country.
Ohhh that! That was a mistake Baum made in the beginning when he started to write the first of the extended collection of Oz books. When he copied the map, he flipped the glass slide by mistake and made it backwards. So he changed it at first, but came upon the idea of constantly changing east from west because of the unpredictable nature of both the adventures in Oz and the world itself.
When he copied the map, he flipped the glass slide by mistake and made it backwards.
I suspected such. Thanks for the heads up. On that note...
"WIZ! WIIZ!" "Yes, sir?" "How long till impact? I'm growing impatient, can't this planet explode already?" "Still a millennium, sir. I am afraid you'll have to be patient." "Then you should be making me aet, you worthless clone." "I apologize, I shall go make your aet."
Michael stared suspiciously at the plate of bloody meat in front of him. He was never quite fond of the food of this era, particularly the less...cultured variety. He set his goggles to scan the meat. E. Coli, salmonella, Early fly larvae. Michael cringed. "I'll just take some bread, if you don't mind." Bread in hand, he rose from his seat. Suddenly 2k-tan appeared in front of him, overlayed atop the view of the diner. "Michael, I have detected an android moving at a high velocity nearby." She said through his sub-dermal implants. "Land based or aerial? " "Aerial." "Origin?" "Based on it's speed and direction of travel, I have calculated it's origin to be central Athens within 98% probability." Michael was curious. Any droid coming out of athen's as fast as that one was going had to be carrying some important information. Michael liked information. "Track it and plot a course for intercept. Let's see what that thing has to say." "Yes sir." she answered, then vanished from his view.
Michael stepped outside the diner as a translucent directional arrow appeared into his vision. He began to run at a stupendous pace. Hanging clothes flew off their lines as they were sucked into the vacuum formed by his movement. Taking advantage of his quick pace, he leapt across dozens of rooftops, practically flying as he pursued his target. Michael could see the flying robot now. "Identify it." "Class 2 flying android. Imperial registration." 2k-tans voice "Can you interface with it?" "No, it appears to be running silent." Michael sighed, "I guess that means we're gonna have to tap it." "It appears so." Michael quickly matched the speed and heading of the 'droid and attached a transceiver to its hull. "Can you make the connection?" He asked his computer. "Yes," she replied, "There is a message for one 'Joshua von Bytes'. One moment while I download the data...Okay, I'm done." Michael disconnected the transceiver and slowed down, letting the drone fly ahead. He stopped near the base of a rooftop radio tower. "Alright, let's hear it." "Joshua Von Bytes. This is the high ruler of Greece, Viga Victoria." "A message from the Viga herself. Interesting..." "I wish to inform you that your presence is requested at my residence. I would like to do business with you and speak of other wonders. The address is ******* at ******* ******* ***** 145. The location is a secret so keep it under you hat, dear." "2k-tan, what happened? Was there interference during the data transfer?" "No, sir. Some parts of the message were concealed using public key encryption." Michael gave an annoyed sigh. Viga HAD to use the ONE encryption technology which had lasted all the way to his time. "Alright, fine. Track down this Joshua Von Bytes and prepare a unit for surveillance. Female. Make sure she goes unnoticed." "Yes sir." 2k-tan interfaced with the manufacturing computer in Michael's underground base and sent it the relevant instructions. Before the messenger android even arrived, Mr. Von Bytes had a new servant girl as part of his entourage.
Our druidic forces begin construction of a massive ring of what appear to be granite stones exactly one mile in diameter, made up of approximately 500 stones, with an altar of iron at the center.
Joshua Von Bytes. This is the high ruler of Greece, Viga Victoria. I wish to inform you that your presence is requested at my residence. I would like to do business with you and speak of other wonders. The address is ******* at ******* ******* ***** 145. The location is a secret so keep it under you hate, dear.
*sends droid*
At the city of UnLondon. Josh Von Bytes readies his flagship the Spirit of Tizzle Whatzit.
"Professor, Is the prototype ready to depart?" "Undoubtedly." "Where is it? I mean where is she?" "The Mechanical Simulacrum is changing her dress again." "Again? But we are going to be late..." "Sir she only wants to make a fine first impression." "Indeed."
occ: I have no idea where I'm going with this. But it's a start.
In a clearing in the Black Forest, one of my druids approaches. The onyx band around his finger glints as he salutes, "High Chieftain! The structure nears completion!" I look towards the build site below, and nod once in approval. In between the stones, workers stream like ants. There is a crackle of electricity, and the smell of ozone is apparent for miles. "Have the necessary components been gathered?" "Yes. All of the ores and crystals lie upon the pedestal, and a head of cattle awaits. Chief Druid Gotamix is also undergoing the final stages of annointment and armoring. He will be ready within the hour." "Good. Then tonight, we charge the Crucible."I walk away toward my capital ship, and prepare to don my Warlord's armor.
We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.
Should I make this a wave once Google Wave come out, because I think it would greatly benefeit from this?
OOC: Yes.
We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.
Comments
Also, we're from the year 285 of Nine's mayhem.
Back in character: I need a status report on the assassination. Any headway?
*sits down to record message on droid*
Joshua Von Bytes. This is the high ruler of Greece, Viga Victoria. I wish to inform you that your presence is requested at my residence. I would like to do business with you and speak of other wonders. The address is ******* at ******* ******* ***** 145. The location is a secret so keep it under you hate, dear.
*sends droid*
Designated Access Level: Global Public Access
Singularity Evaluation: May cause harm to Technology, override access required
We, ruler of India and the Technology that gives it life and wisdom, hereby enact Override Protocol 1213-B, releasing this document for Public Access -Mahatma Blattus
Greetings. It has been some time since the humble country of India has involved itself in world events, but it seems that the time is ripe for to make our presence known to the rest of Gortch. In the hopes of dispelling your notions of our sudden appearance in your midst, We would like to provide an explanation for our contact:
The country of India has been under the rule of the Mahatma for generations, and has gained tremendous wealth during this time due to the abundance of resources located on our land, and the dedication of our people to take advantage of the technologies offered to us. One such technology, inherited from the First Mahatma, was the Cloacke--a device which has rendered our borders invisible to all but our own citizens for as long as time has existed. Technology has long defined how We have lived our lives, and how We are to live them in the future; to this end we have entered the world arena.
We expect no inquisitions, make no demands, and fear no traitors. All that we seek is the True Unification, as this is what must be. Those who believe as We do in the power of unity need only indicate their preference to the world arena, at which point our Singizens will be happy to assist the conversion of your population. Reset assured that we aim for full cultural preservation: We seek to unite the world, not eradicate its creations. It should be mentioned that those who choose to accelerate their entry into the Unification will have access to the Technology. Those who find themselves in opposition need not worry, for We have Knowledge of the expansion of the Unification, and do not seek conflict. As Mahatma, We have made the decision to throw the tradition of hiding to the wayside in hopes of accelerating this transition.
Please do not hesitate to contact us with more information. It has been an uncountable number of years since We have made contact outside our borders, and We believe that our communication skills may have changed far too much compared to the rest of Gortch.
Profile:
Name: Mahatma Blattus
Army: CLASSIFIED, override access refused
Alliance: The just war has only one ally--truth
Goal: The True Unification
Furthermore, I think someone should make a map of where our respective countries are, just so we can keep things organized.
Name: Michael Alexander Frost (The Sonic Sniper)
Country: None
Alliance: None
Skills: Advanced Robotics, Sniper, Super Speed
Weaknesses: Attractive women (to a point. If they've betrayed him in the past, that person will no longer be trusted), Babies (he loves babies, They're so cute.), Poor close range combat abilities.
Physical Description: Gadgets:
S.H.A.D.E.S. : Spectrum Harnessing Adaptive Display EnvironmentS
His glasses, which are of his own creation, run off all forms of energy on the EM spectrum (light, heat, radiation, radio, microwaves, etc...) or Tachyon waves (reverse time waves generated from his reality locked laboratory in the future). They provide binocular overlay interface through which he can control his robots, access information networks, and other functions. He can control it using either the EEG built into the arms of the glasses or by eye movement. When Sniping, one lens flips up to allow Michael to use the optical scope, while the other lens displays target information, distance, wind velocity and direction, and can calculate positions of enemy snipers. Glasses allow for night vision, thermal vision, and photography. The glasses will only work for Michael, as they are registered to his EEG "signature".
Jacket: A long coat with embedded optic technology is able to provide him temporary invisibility (30 seconds) as well as armoring against light weapons fire. Invisibility will become less accurate and eventually fail under weapons fire.
Weapons: Barret M82B1 .50 Caliber semi-automatic rifle (10 rounds/clip) as his primary. Glock 18 semi-automatic/automatic pistol as his sidearm.
Micro-Bio:
Trapped in the past from the distant future, Michael works as a freelance sniper, but keeps his advanced technology and robotics secret. His hidden underground laboratory/workshop is where he machines ammunition, builds his robots, and where he lives. His super speed was acquired after his first experiment with neuron enhancement went awry. It was supposed to only increase his general thinking speed, but instead it created the effect of allowing him to speed up his whole body at will. As a result, he thinks fastest and clearest when he is using his super speed, essential for navigating terrain at high speeds. As a roboticist, his is unmatched. Training under the tutalage of Dr. Ivo Robotnik, he eventually surpassed his teacher by building robots which were indistinguishable from humans, even under close examination, and were capable of super human feats.
He uses his fleet of robots to gather information for him about his targets and of current interior affairs of the worlds governments.
He is currently located in a Hotel near the outskirts of Athens, Greece.
Name: Lord Günter VonBourgenhausen
Army(s): The Grand Imperial Elite Hobos With Sticks
Country: A five square mile floating trash-dump known as "Hotopia" (many a disappointed rapper has braved our shores), which made of accumulated flotsam and my palace (i.e. an old crab fishing boat).
Alliance(s): My cat, Scruffy.
Goal: To Conquer the World
Quote: "Life just is like a bottle of Mad Dog... Fuck, what was I talking about? Just give me some money."
Artist's Rendition:
Mahatma: So long as you keep the opium flowing, we of the DFREB have no quarrel with you.
Here is the basic map of the Land of Oz
Now here is the extended Land of Oz map with the surrounding countries.
I (hopefully) think everyone understands where I'm going with this here. Anyway, continue on the RP'ing.
"WIZ! WIIZ!"
"Yes, sir?"
"How long till impact? I'm growing impatient, can't this planet explode already?"
"Still a millennium, sir. I am afraid you'll have to be patient."
"Then you should be making me aet, you worthless clone."
"I apologize, I shall go make your aet."
Michael stared suspiciously at the plate of bloody meat in front of him.
He was never quite fond of the food of this era, particularly the less...cultured variety. He set his goggles to scan the meat.
E. Coli, salmonella, Early fly larvae.
Michael cringed.
"I'll just take some bread, if you don't mind."
Bread in hand, he rose from his seat. Suddenly 2k-tan appeared in front of him, overlayed atop the view of the diner.
"Michael, I have detected an android moving at a high velocity nearby." She said through his sub-dermal implants.
"Land based or aerial? "
"Aerial."
"Origin?"
"Based on it's speed and direction of travel, I have calculated it's origin to be central Athens within 98% probability."
Michael was curious. Any droid coming out of athen's as fast as that one was going had to be carrying some important information.
Michael liked information.
"Track it and plot a course for intercept. Let's see what that thing has to say."
"Yes sir." she answered, then vanished from his view.
Michael stepped outside the diner as a translucent directional arrow appeared into his vision.
He began to run at a stupendous pace. Hanging clothes flew off their lines as they were sucked into the vacuum formed by his movement.
Taking advantage of his quick pace, he leapt across dozens of rooftops, practically flying as he pursued his target. Michael could see the flying robot now.
"Identify it."
"Class 2 flying android. Imperial registration." 2k-tans voice
"Can you interface with it?"
"No, it appears to be running silent."
Michael sighed, "I guess that means we're gonna have to tap it."
"It appears so."
Michael quickly matched the speed and heading of the 'droid and attached a transceiver to its hull.
"Can you make the connection?" He asked his computer.
"Yes," she replied, "There is a message for one 'Joshua von Bytes'. One moment while I download the data...Okay, I'm done."
Michael disconnected the transceiver and slowed down, letting the drone fly ahead.
He stopped near the base of a rooftop radio tower.
"Alright, let's hear it."
"Joshua Von Bytes. This is the high ruler of Greece, Viga Victoria."
"A message from the Viga herself. Interesting..."
"I wish to inform you that your presence is requested at my residence. I would like to do business with you and speak of other wonders. The address is ******* at ******* ******* ***** 145. The location is a secret so keep it under you hat, dear."
"2k-tan, what happened? Was there interference during the data transfer?"
"No, sir. Some parts of the message were concealed using public key encryption."
Michael gave an annoyed sigh. Viga HAD to use the ONE encryption technology which had lasted all the way to his time.
"Alright, fine. Track down this Joshua Von Bytes and prepare a unit for surveillance. Female. Make sure she goes unnoticed."
"Yes sir."
2k-tan interfaced with the manufacturing computer in Michael's underground base and sent it the relevant instructions. Before the messenger android even arrived, Mr. Von Bytes had a new servant girl as part of his entourage.
That's all any of you need to know.
"Professor, Is the prototype ready to depart?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Where is it? I mean where is she?"
"The Mechanical Simulacrum is changing her dress again."
"Again? But we are going to be late..."
"Sir she only wants to make a fine first impression."
"Indeed."
occ: I have no idea where I'm going with this. But it's a start.
"Have the necessary components been gathered?"
"Yes. All of the ores and crystals lie upon the pedestal, and a head of cattle awaits. Chief Druid Gotamix is also undergoing the final stages of annointment and armoring. He will be ready within the hour."
"Good. Then tonight, we charge the Crucible."I walk away toward my capital ship, and prepare to don my Warlord's armor.