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Hola, senors.  

Eu li e desfrutar desta aventura.
Eu sou de Portugal.

Author Topic: Underground - The Adventures of Remington Anderson  (Read 1379 times)

Underground

The Story
    The year is 2016.  Plethora, at the ripe old age of [REDACTED] has succeeded in taking over the world.  As Supreme Dictator, he has total control over what does and doesn't happen in his domain.  Unfortunately for him, there is a realm beneath his control.  Literally.  Over the course of the 2 years he has been in power, old mines, tunnels, any sort of underground structure or hole, really, has been the home of those who are displeased with his rule.  
     This is no matter for him.  They have made few attempts at rebellion, and those have been easily crushed.  What worries him most is the influence these ruffians have and will have on his subjects.  
     Among these subjects he cares for is you, Remington Anderson, 16 years old, 5'11" tall, black hair, &c.  You get the idea, the government knows all.  You are a typical ignorant fool under the new and frankly better rule of Plethora.  You are a junior in high school, you have a girlfriend, a job.  All is well.  Until one day you find yourself face to face with trouble.  Thus begins your adventure through time and space (but mostly just caves).  

The Store
(This is where you can buy useful items to aid yourself)
  • Icy beverage - 1.50 credits
  • Sandwich - 2 credits
  • No further items

Now Suggest crap, you morons.  
« Last Edit: November 01, 2012, 06:18:43 PM by morningstar »

~Reserved


A tank is patrolling the city

It turns right on its way to another one over the icy road when...

It crashes down through the street into an old mine (who puts a street on a mine)

You look down shocked at the sight. 

What now? 
« Last Edit: October 30, 2012, 04:36:31 PM by morningstar »


Say: "All hail Plethora!"

If they don't react steal the tank.






"Uh, all hail Plethora, I guess." 

Rem slides down the hole ahead of the tank with his trust flashlight. 

As he climbs on... oh shiz! 

"What is your designation and identification?"  the tank driver asks. 

What do? 

"Remington Anderson (Insert designation number/code)."

Tell him you're Rico Rodriguez and grappling hook away using a parachute.