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King
Local Time: 04:58
Local Date: November 2, 2010
Join Date: Feb 2001
Location: Capitol Hill, Colony of DC
Posts: 2,108
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Things are coming together now, I still have some final tinkering and the playtesting to do, but I have the map done and some interesting elements for you to enjoy. I still need a few details from you'all, I think (although perhaps I just overlooked them in the thread) - they would be:
---jtsisyoda's email address
---archaic's emaill address (although I may have that somewhere)
---archaic's second tech
---any favorite passwords
My email is in the post above; my apologies if any of this has already been sent (and disregarded as spam); please try to make the title jump out at me as I may not recognize the email addess (and delete the message inadvertently).
I'm thinking of calling the game "No Way, Jose", for reasons that will become clear once you are well in the game, but as this is your game, if you want another title, by all means suggest one. You may get some title inspiration from the Unity control room dialog below.
(below is some introductory RP scene setting)
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"D.I.E.R.D.R.E...A.N.D...C.H.A...D.A.W.N...D.E.F.I. N.I.T.E.L.Y...I.N.S.A.N.E...S.T.O.P...", the message scrolled across the lasercomm's frustrating one-line display, the four heads in the Unity's control room glued to its every individual letter as they appear and make there way left in that maddeningly slow march.
"Damn that thing!", shouts MM, "Couldn't you have used a bigger screen, 'Yoda? By the time the whole message comes out, we'll have forgotten the beginning of it; it doesn't even hold a whole sentence at a time."
"Not all of us are so absentminded, MM", responds 'Yoda dryly, "I didn't see you two eggheads designing anything better to punch some comm through that interference down there. If we had this before, when Dee and Cha were down there doing whatever it was that got them in trouble, then maybe we wouldn't be in such deep sh*t now! We'd have been able to --"
"Now, Now, 'Yoda", interrupts Archaic,"Don't you drag me into this, MM. I think the, err, ... 'gadget' of 'Yoda's is quite the thing, ehhem..., where was I, ... yes, quite the thing - yes, indeed, and very quaint of you to use that ehhem, ... 'Morse Code', ... ehhem, to effect this low bandwidth, ehhem, ... 'brute force' method; not very, how shall we say, ... 'elegant'..., but effective nonetheless, in its way, ehhem ... One can almost, ehhem, ... see the message with the naked eye, given enough practice with the ehhem, ... 'encryption algorithm', so to speak. In point of fact, ..., I dare say, ... isn't that what Rubin and his gophers are doing over there by the VisSpectrum Monitor?"
"...T.H.E.Y...M.U.S.T...R.E.M.A.I.N...H.E.R.E...I.N .D.E.F.I.N.I.T.E.L.Y...S.T.O.P...", as the message resumes, this time spelled out, perhaps even more mechanically, in painstakingly slow letter by letter detail on the wallscreen by the crewman styling himself "Freeworker" Irwin.
"This is just as bad over here!", roars MM, flecks of spittle spotting one of the immaculate white robes that has been his fashion for some months now; "What do they mean: '...Must remain here...'? What are they talking about? Who is this sending the message, anyway?
"I guess it wasn't the SIZE of the display that mattered after all", muses 'Yoda, "Perhaps someone's been skipping their sessions with the Dr. Shrink program ..."
"Like we need all this bickering ...", puts in Rubin, "I thought we sent all the loonie Fascists down there on the search and rescue - you three fancy yourselves the brains of this operation, don't you? So just read the bleeding message and stop this petty sniping. It seems like they found them alive at least, though if I were whacko, I sure as hell wouldn't want those three taking care of me, ... talk about 'Compassionate Conservatism', ... yeah right; the only things Mattie gets compassionate about are those Madison Avenue Psychommercials. I Doubt that he can brainwash Cha and D into getting better."
"Just cause Don Matsu seems to be, err, ... ehhem, ... lately, shall we say, err, 'getting along', ehhem, better with your old pal Yang than you are, doesn't mean that he doesn't know his stuff," ventures Archaic, "... I think the crew has pretty much traded in the Earthside half of their pay packages for those ... ehhem, 'SensoSim' things he sells, not to mention his so called 'Stock Market'. Why do they want to keep them donwbelow anyways?"
"...S.E.E.M...A.D.D.I.C.T.E.D...T.O...F.U.N.G.A.L.. .E.M.A.N.A.T.I.O.N.S...S.T.O.P...", continues the message in silence....
"Oh man, now drugs too - the Matsu's got the Sex and the Gambling wrapped up already ... and now the Drugs", moans Rubin, "...Maybe this stuff will get him hooked too, ... serve him right."
'...P.O.S.S.I.B.L.E...D.A.N.G.E.R.S...T.O...M.I.S. S.I.O.N...S.T.O.P...I.M.P.O.R.T.A.N.T...Y.O.U...R. E.M.A. I.N...I.N...O.R.B.I.T...S.T.O.P...W.E...W.I.L.L... S.T.A.B.I.L.I.Z.E...S.I.T.U.A.T.I.O.N...D.O.W.N... H.E.R. E...S.T.O.P..."
"Sounds like Santi, with all that 'Mission' cr@p", blurts MM, "*&^$#in 'Remain in orbit!', What, does she think we came all this way for the *(&%$in view. 'Stabilize the ^%$%$^in situation', ^%^%#$in 'Danger'; I'll show her some #@*(*^ !^%$ed 'Danger' ....."
"Okay, ... Okay" soothes 'Yoda, "We've had our little vent now, ..., nothing like letting off steam, ..., releasing those pent up emotions you academics like to talk about; I guess at least one of us doesn't use those SensoSims. You know, Santi took down all the military stuff, ..., the marines too for that matter; I guess she is prepared to 'Stabilize' things down there."
"...And Yang took more than half the factory modules", chimes in Rubin, "... do you think they were planning a long stay all the time, or is it just Santi's 'Be Prepared' attitude?"
"Remember", adds Archaic, "that Dee and Cha had already brought all that ... err, eco-stuff of theirs, even all the 'formers that they hate so much, even a couple of pods with nothing but ehhem, ... 'infant trees', of all things. Those greenies must really have it in for that red stuff, hey, ... where was I, err ... maybe that fungus is, ehhem, ... fighting back at them, ha ha ha. Oh well, at least we've got just about all the library datapods all to ourselves."
"...W.A.I.T...F.O.R...F.U.R.T.H.E.R...I.N.S.T.R.U.C .T.I.O.N.S...S.T.O.P..."
Last edited by johndmuller; October 23, 2003 at 15:33.
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