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Post by Loof on Apr 24, 2013 16:35:50 GMT -5
It is 2013 and the demons have come. In a world without magic, this is highly shocking.
You don't know were from, or how or why, and anyone who even dared to try to find out has either died or gone insane -- or worse, become the demons.
The only thing you can do, is fight back whenever possible. Every haunting, unique. Every possession, unexpected.
You are one the new vanguards of humanity -- Demon Cleaners, people call you. A rag-tag bunch who've taken up the job of protecting your mid-sized home town the menace from beyond. The people both admire and pity you.
So, who are you anyway?
Clarification: This takes place in our own world, so no magic hocus pocus or other things we don't have. Please note that these rules do not apply to the demons.
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Post by Loof on Apr 24, 2013 16:36:10 GMT -5
TL;DR -- this is a RP that mixes elements of Ghostbusters and X-Com featuring Paranoia style GMing
Your characters have no staffs and are only for fluff and actual roleplaying and let's keep this not stupid. The demons eat stupid players.
I'll be rolling dice (d100, low is good, double zeros is 100) to determine your successes and the parameters these aforementioned successes will be determined by the following three points
1) How imaginative and well-written it is 2) How likely it is to work 3) How funny it is
You all start with one (1) Silver Cross necklace one (1) Demon Cleaner kit, use your imagination and design it yourself, and I'll yay or nay it. And of course a few personal items. You're all gonna be civilians, so no starting with rocket-launchers and what-not.
3-4 players is a good amount, or else it'll get bogged down by inactive players.
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on Apr 24, 2013 16:42:21 GMT -5
Geoff Bradsheild, Professional Altar Boy.
After the bureaucratization of religion, many of the volunteer jobs at churches, synagogues, mosques, ect, were instead staffed by better trained and better prepared spiritualists. Geoff was one of the "newer" recruits in a sealed church until a demon attack left the cells defenseless. Under threat of homelessness Geoff was quickly put to work as a Demon Cleaner.
Items:
Rosary, with sharpened beads. Heavy woolen habit, soaked in Holy Salt Water.
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Post by Loof on Apr 24, 2013 16:45:16 GMT -5
^ And I don't even have to come up with an example myself.
This might have been a bit unclear, so I'll make a new post for it: The things I want is: Char name Short description (appearance and characteristics) Some starting gear (nothing too extreme, you are basically vigilantees)
I'll yay/nay it.
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Post by Commander Tumbles on Apr 24, 2013 17:00:01 GMT -5
Name: The Professional. Provisions: One (1) Longcoat; Two (2) Pairs of Sunglasses, Professional-Grade; One (1) Suitcase, Silver-lined; One (1) Flashlight and Six (6) Batteries; Five (5) Flasks of Water, Holy-Grade; One (1) Hammer and Three (3) Stakes; One (1) Pair of Binoculars, Voyeur-Grade; One (1) Revolver, Professional-Grade, and Eighteen (18) Revolver Rounds.
Bio: Trust him, he's a professional.
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Post by Loof on Apr 24, 2013 17:01:34 GMT -5
Both of these are fine.
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Post by greatdealseverycar on Apr 24, 2013 19:04:09 GMT -5
Free Longcoat please
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Post by 2hatsonehead on Apr 24, 2013 19:23:56 GMT -5
Raymond Charles: The Believer.
He donated all extra money he ever had to his church. He went constantly and even participated in some services. He was asked to join the Demon Cleaners by his priest. Though he has never picked up a gun before he will do anything for brownie points towards the afterlife.
Gear: A baseball bat, A knife, Hockey padding, and a small pistol that the church gave him dubbed "The holy gun" (nothing is holy about the gun...).
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Post by Loof on Apr 25, 2013 0:22:27 GMT -5
^ Allowed.
I'll most likely be away from the computer for the entirety of today. so we'll try to get this rolling tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on when I get home.
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Post by Loof on Apr 28, 2013 4:10:33 GMT -5
The adventure starts in the run-down apartment the city gracefully donated for your cause. And you sit staring at the walls, waiting for the next outbreak.
The phone rings. Who answers? (first one to reply does, that's who)
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Post by 2hatsonehead on Apr 28, 2013 9:08:48 GMT -5
Raymond picks it up. "He-hello? You've reached the Demon Cleaners."
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Post by Loof on Apr 28, 2013 11:05:42 GMT -5
Imps at 57 Paper Street. *click*
They've hung up, and Raymond is left with the phone in his hand.
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Post by Commander Tumbles on Apr 28, 2013 11:42:46 GMT -5
The Professional had been straightening his briefcase when the phone rang. "So, what's the order this time?"
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on Apr 28, 2013 12:41:27 GMT -5
Geoff dons his freshly dried habit, bending at the joints to loosen them from the salt.
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Post by 2hatsonehead on Apr 28, 2013 13:26:33 GMT -5
"I think they said Imps at 57 Paper Street. Let's get ready to go."
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