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The Story So Far (I think this has shown up at least eight times in the subforum so far, you should be good to skip it by this point) :
The last two weeks at ULMF had been busy ones. V-Bulletin’s aid workers can be seen in almost every sector of the city, fixing up the last of the damage from the aliens Toonpimp had tricked into attacking the forum. With the mastermind of the attacks still on the loose, many members of ULMF were becoming increasingly nervous. The military was in a state of ever-readiness, waiting while the forum hunted for any clue towards the man’s whereabouts. To add to the fear, the forum’s natural enemy, the Lurkers, had returned… supposedly to help. While the ULMF grudge towards the Lurkers was never quite as great as the reverse, fearful whispers about them still permeated the city.
ULMF’s military contacted you a few days ago, asking for your attendance at an important meeting related to the ongoing search for Toonpimp. Today, that meeting is upon you. You head out to the LineMarvel District, and into Command, ULMF’s military headquarters, heading for the room of your appointment.
The far half of the large, windowless room is shrouded in total darkness, the contents supernaturally hidden to even Grave’s view, while the closer half is inexplicably well lit. In the band of shadows between the light divide, a person sits on a chair, their only easily notable feature being a pair of square, reflective glasses. A few chairs take up some of the visible side of the room, and a bench or two are placed sporadically along the wall. Standing up from one of those seats as you enter is Aika, an honest smile on his meek features. Someone stumbles over something in the dark side of the room and curses to themself, quickly wiping Aika’s smile away and replacing it with a look of discomfort. It doesn’t last long, though.
“Grave, Shrike, Rapture, Sinful – it’s good to see you all. Suri, though we haven’t met before, I’ve heard good things about you. I-“ the person in the darkness trips over something again, apparently bringing a tower of several things down with him; going by sound, there were some boxes, a few planks of wood, some china or possibly glass, and finally something round and metal, if the apparent sound of it slowly rolling and hitting a wall was any indication.A male voice with a mild underlying rumble came from the direction of the crash shortly afterwards.
“…Nunu… did you set that up just so that I would fall over it?”
A rectangular sign, glowing slightly in the dark, appears facing the entrance.You can read the words written on it, though part of the sign is partially obscured by the silhouette of what is presumably the arm of the person who knocked everything over. On the sign is a simple message. ‘maybe i did’. The sign is then flipped, revealing a second fluorescent side, with the opposite message upon it: ‘maybe i didn’t’.
The glow from the sign reveals part of the person’s arm being thrown up to grip what is presumably the side of their head, followed by a cry of despair. “For the love of all evil! Nunu, at least capitalise your I’s!” He runs toward the sign, which promptly disappears, leaving you in the dark as to what is happening while repeated sounds of different wooden and metal things hitting a person occur in very short order. Finally, a humanoid figure is bodily thrown out of the darkness, sliding to a stop on his face and stomach in about equal measures.
The creature is humanoid in shape only. Rather than skin, he has scales as black as something can naturally get. His head forms a reptilian triangle rather than the flat dewdrop that is the human norm. Red pupils hide between currently closed eyes, large claws and talons currently inactive at the ends of his limbs. Despite not actually wearing anything, he has no visible characteristics that would confirm his gender, him being male a guess based on the sound of his voice, and the fact that his muscle-structure is upper-body heavy. To those sensitive to such things, his body is inherently demonic, permeated with the energy of creatures from hell-planes.
“For fuck’s sake…!” He whines unhappily. “Can’t someone stop Nunu from intentionally goading me? This is cruel and unusual!” He picks himself up. “Honestly, can’t you control your dictator?”
A sign appears behind him, out of his notice; it reads ‘but i always talk like this…’
“Nunu…” Aika begins uneasily, and with a mite of repressed annoyance, “Perhaps it would be good if you could limit yourself to only important things while Host is here.”
Another luminescent sign conveys Nunu’s response as three dots. Then it flips to show the back, with a simple ‘ok’ on it.
(I've halved what this post was going to be, to give people the chance to respond here. Don't be too worried if you can't think of anything worthwhile for your character to do - I'm sure Rapture or Grave will appreciate the opportunity to chew out Host, at least.)
(If you've read the Expanded Details thread, you already know everything in the first three paragraphs. If you've read the Ingame History of ULMF and the Internet as well, you'll already know everything in the first six paragraphs.)
Defend ULMF takes place on the Internet. The Internet contains basically anything that can be imagined, effectively like the internet is in real life. Less porn though. It is infinite in size and contains innumerous and varied creatures, which can generally be grouped into one of three categories – Fantasy, Modern, and Sci-Fi.
Modern cities – forums – rule a decent deal of the Internet, while Sci-Fi rules the vastness of space above it. Fantasy cultures take up the remaining portion of the habitable parts of the Internet, though they are distrusted due to generally being warlike and, well, backwards.
It’s important to note that the internet doesn’t follow the rules of reality; while most things are usually the same, sometimes you’ll find that, say, in one place it might be impossible to jump or knock over a knee-high fence, forcing you to find ways around all of them. In general, the Internet tends to act like similar to the world inside various forms of entertainment media; videogames, action movies, things like that.
On the internet, no faction rules – except the addbots. A long time ago they spread from the centre of the Internet, and haven’t stopped spreading since. The largest armies and most powerful weapons that could be brought against them failed to stop them, so most people have given up trying. Instead, they just migrate away – the addbots are slow after all, and there will always be more Internet to retreat to.
ULMF is one of many forums with a significant history. It’s an accepting and generally nice place; initially it was dedicated to one by the name of LineMarvel. However, he vanished when the forum was attacked by lurkers, led by one ‘Supermeme’. In the end, neither group won; the forum was blown up, and the ULMFers and lurkers remaining moved to a second forum at the edge of the addbots expansion. Their continued fighting was cut short by the bots, and they briefly worked together to create a portal and escape before they got slaughtered. The ULMFers made it out, but almost everyone thought the lurkers hadn’t been able to and died there.
The ULMFers in their third forum, also named ULMF in memory of what had been, had peace for a while. There were small fights with the neighbouring Toonpimp’s forum, but nothing big till bots started to appear and attack ULMF. For a little while there was panic… and then it was realised that they weren’t the addbots, just the servants of an alien race called the Wraith that had recently come out of slumber. The Lurkers also resurfaced, and aided ULMF in their battles against the Wraith, though it cannot be truly told if the Lurkers are friends or enemies. The aliens were exterminated basically to a man, but they weren’t the main problem; Toonpimp had engineered their reawakening so that they would serve as a distraction, while he created a virus that would turn all it infected into loyal, mutant servants. His first test subject was Supermeme, the lurker leader that had attacked ULMF initially. He planned to seed it all over the Internet, which caused a group called the Brotherhood of Nod to pre-emptively attack him. The ULMFers, also wanting Toonpimp dead, took their best squad to attack his palace, aided by the Brotherhood of Nod and one of the Lurkers.
The group traveling to Toonpimp’s palace was attacked by Supermeme, scattering them somewhat before Toonpimp’s right hand man was forced to retreat. Undeterred, they continued on, entering the palace with the Brotherhood’s help. Inside the palace, they lost two members, finally confronting Toonpimp and Supermeme with their dwindling force. The ULMFers almost lost, but were saved at the last moment by the timely intervention of their Lurker ally. Supermeme died, but Toonpimp managed to survive, though incredibly badly wounded; he promised to be back and to put them through pain like they had never seen.
The group - the few that were left of it - returned to ULMF, while the leaders of the forum did all in their power to try and find where Toonpimp had disappeared to.
Two weeks passed before, finally, they got a lead… and the game begins.
Defend ULMF takes place on the Internet. The Internet contains basically anything that can be imagined, effectively like the internet is in real life. Less porn though. It is infinite in size and contains innumerous and varied creatures, which can generally be grouped into one of three categories – Fantasy, Modern, and Sci-Fi.
Modern cities – forums – rule a decent deal of the Internet, while Sci-Fi rules the vastness of space above it. Fantasy cultures take up the remaining portion of the habitable parts of the Internet, though they are distrusted due to generally being warlike and, well, backwards.
It’s important to note that the internet doesn’t follow the rules of reality; while most things are usually the same, sometimes you’ll find that, say, in one place it might be impossible to jump or knock over a knee-high fence, forcing you to find ways around all of them. In general, the Internet tends to act like similar to the world inside various forms of entertainment media; videogames, action movies, things like that.
On the internet, no faction rules – except the addbots. A long time ago they spread from the centre of the Internet, and haven’t stopped spreading since. The largest armies and most powerful weapons that could be brought against them failed to stop them, so most people have given up trying. Instead, they just migrate away – the addbots are slow after all, and there will always be more Internet to retreat to.
ULMF is one of many forums with a significant history. It’s an accepting and generally nice place; initially it was dedicated to one by the name of LineMarvel. However, he vanished when the forum was attacked by lurkers, led by one ‘Supermeme’. In the end, neither group won; the forum was blown up, and the ULMFers and lurkers remaining moved to a second forum at the edge of the addbots expansion. Their continued fighting was cut short by the bots, and they briefly worked together to create a portal and escape before they got slaughtered. The ULMFers made it out, but almost everyone thought the lurkers hadn’t been able to and died there.
The ULMFers in their third forum, also named ULMF in memory of what had been, had peace for a while. There were small fights with the neighbouring Toonpimp’s forum, but nothing big till bots started to appear and attack ULMF. For a little while there was panic… and then it was realised that they weren’t the addbots, just the servants of an alien race called the Wraith that had recently come out of slumber. The Lurkers also resurfaced, and aided ULMF in their battles against the Wraith, though it cannot be truly told if the Lurkers are friends or enemies. The aliens were exterminated basically to a man, but they weren’t the main problem; Toonpimp had engineered their reawakening so that they would serve as a distraction, while he created a virus that would turn all it infected into loyal, mutant servants. His first test subject was Supermeme, the lurker leader that had attacked ULMF initially. He planned to seed it all over the Internet, which caused a group called the Brotherhood of Nod to pre-emptively attack him. The ULMFers, also wanting Toonpimp dead, took their best squad to attack his palace, aided by the Brotherhood of Nod and one of the Lurkers.
The group traveling to Toonpimp’s palace was attacked by Supermeme, scattering them somewhat before Toonpimp’s right hand man was forced to retreat. Undeterred, they continued on, entering the palace with the Brotherhood’s help. Inside the palace, they lost two members, finally confronting Toonpimp and Supermeme with their dwindling force. The ULMFers almost lost, but were saved at the last moment by the timely intervention of their Lurker ally. Supermeme died, but Toonpimp managed to survive, though incredibly badly wounded; he promised to be back and to put them through pain like they had never seen.
The group - the few that were left of it - returned to ULMF, while the leaders of the forum did all in their power to try and find where Toonpimp had disappeared to.
Two weeks passed before, finally, they got a lead… and the game begins.
The last two weeks at ULMF had been busy ones. V-Bulletin’s aid workers can be seen in almost every sector of the city, fixing up the last of the damage from the aliens Toonpimp had tricked into attacking the forum. With the mastermind of the attacks still on the loose, many members of ULMF were becoming increasingly nervous. The military was in a state of ever-readiness, waiting while the forum hunted for any clue towards the man’s whereabouts. To add to the fear, the forum’s natural enemy, the Lurkers, had returned… supposedly to help. While the ULMF grudge towards the Lurkers was never quite as great as the reverse, fearful whispers about them still permeated the city.
ULMF’s military contacted you a few days ago, asking for your attendance at an important meeting related to the ongoing search for Toonpimp. Today, that meeting is upon you. You head out to the LineMarvel District, and into Command, ULMF’s military headquarters, heading for the room of your appointment.
The far half of the large, windowless room is shrouded in total darkness, the contents supernaturally hidden to even Grave’s view, while the closer half is inexplicably well lit. In the band of shadows between the light divide, a person sits on a chair, their only easily notable feature being a pair of square, reflective glasses. A few chairs take up some of the visible side of the room, and a bench or two are placed sporadically along the wall. Standing up from one of those seats as you enter is Aika, an honest smile on his meek features. Someone stumbles over something in the dark side of the room and curses to themself, quickly wiping Aika’s smile away and replacing it with a look of discomfort. It doesn’t last long, though.
“Grave, Shrike, Rapture, Sinful – it’s good to see you all. Suri, though we haven’t met before, I’ve heard good things about you. I-“ the person in the darkness trips over something again, apparently bringing a tower of several things down with him; going by sound, there were some boxes, a few planks of wood, some china or possibly glass, and finally something round and metal, if the apparent sound of it slowly rolling and hitting a wall was any indication.A male voice with a mild underlying rumble came from the direction of the crash shortly afterwards.
“…Nunu… did you set that up just so that I would fall over it?”
A rectangular sign, glowing slightly in the dark, appears facing the entrance.You can read the words written on it, though part of the sign is partially obscured by the silhouette of what is presumably the arm of the person who knocked everything over. On the sign is a simple message. ‘maybe i did’. The sign is then flipped, revealing a second fluorescent side, with the opposite message upon it: ‘maybe i didn’t’.
The glow from the sign reveals part of the person’s arm being thrown up to grip what is presumably the side of their head, followed by a cry of despair. “For the love of all evil! Nunu, at least capitalise your I’s!” He runs toward the sign, which promptly disappears, leaving you in the dark as to what is happening while repeated sounds of different wooden and metal things hitting a person occur in very short order. Finally, a humanoid figure is bodily thrown out of the darkness, sliding to a stop on his face and stomach in about equal measures.
The creature is humanoid in shape only. Rather than skin, he has scales as black as something can naturally get. His head forms a reptilian triangle rather than the flat dewdrop that is the human norm. Red pupils hide between currently closed eyes, large claws and talons currently inactive at the ends of his limbs. Despite not actually wearing anything, he has no visible characteristics that would confirm his gender, him being male a guess based on the sound of his voice, and the fact that his muscle-structure is upper-body heavy. To those sensitive to such things, his body is inherently demonic, permeated with the energy of creatures from hell-planes.
“For fuck’s sake…!” He whines unhappily. “Can’t someone stop Nunu from intentionally goading me? This is cruel and unusual!” He picks himself up. “Honestly, can’t you control your dictator?”
A sign appears behind him, out of his notice; it reads ‘but i always talk like this…’
“Nunu…” Aika begins uneasily, and with a mite of repressed annoyance, “Perhaps it would be good if you could limit yourself to only important things while Host is here.”
Another luminescent sign conveys Nunu’s response as three dots. Then it flips to show the back, with a simple ‘ok’ on it.
(I've halved what this post was going to be, to give people the chance to respond here. Don't be too worried if you can't think of anything worthwhile for your character to do - I'm sure Rapture or Grave will appreciate the opportunity to chew out Host, at least.)
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