CLOCKWORK - RP

[keonesan]

Rules
- No, you're not a badass, don't portray yourself as one.
- Respect other people's posts, there are multiple skills of writing.
- Don't hog the story, if anything I should be doing that. :P
- Be friendly and mature.
- You're not god, don't kill or revive random people just because you can.
- Have fun!

Character Format
Name: Yo name foo!
Age: Did you hit puberty yet?
Occupation: Your job.
Description: You ugly or a lovey beast?
Bios: Not really required but go ahead if you want to.
Status: You healthy or on the verge of death?
Inventory: What you packin'?

Type ["hr"] without the quotes.

Insert story here.

Timeline
January 5th, 2418: Human population moves underground due to changing surface climate and scarce resources.

November 9th, 2420: Underground cities called "Clockworks" are established.

June 22th, 2912: Machinery begins to break down, resources begin to decline.

April ?, 3002: People begin to abandon Clockworks. Population begins to decline. Life underground becomes almost non hospitable.

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[keonesan]

Name: John Maverick
Age: 16
Occupation: Engineer
Description: (Meh, look at my avatar.)
Bios: John grew up living with machinery as did everyone else yet he had a better understanding of it. Perhaps that's why he has lasted for so long, scavenging valuable materials and repairing machinery to sustain a life underground.
Status: Healthy
Inventory: Oil Lamp, Toolkit, Provisions


The soft liight caresses the aging pathway as the oil lantern guides me through dark corridors. My ears follow the rythmatic churning of gears and machinery as my hand glides across the wall, feeling the old cobblestone and vines taking home to the structure. The ember in which my lamp holds begins to grow weak as I near my destination. Finally, I have arrived at the old engine room. I quickly scan the perimeter while my hands begin to snatch pieces of scrap metal and other salvagable materials. After my scavenge I warp my hands around a metal pipe that has been lodged between two, rusty gears. With full force, I learn backwards, putting my weight into my grip. Suddenly the pipe removes itself from the crevice and the facility's lights flicker on, some bulbs exploding from the power surge. With my new light source I blow the flame out and I walk on, following the neverending hallways.

[Supreme Guy]

Keonesan stuffs out text RPs on a monthly basis.

They are all posted on excessively, then forgotten.

For God's sake Keo, don't you get it?

[Jorici]

lol

Is it based off of the surface?

Anyways,

Name: Ian DeRello
Age: 21
Occupation: Greaser
Description: Tall and somewhat bulky due top having to carry around a 35 pound steel greasing pole
Bios: Ian greases the steam engines on a daily basis. He also has to grease the different types of machinery.
Status: Healthy
Inventory: Nothing

I'll write laters.

[plad101]

no sounds like steampunk to me but not steam or punk

[Cybertails1998]

LOL SPIRAL KNIGHTS

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Waffle
Age: 10
Occupation: Chef
Description: Few scars on the face in assorted areas, Almost has a smile on the face all the time, Looks dirty 50% of the time.
Bios: Grew up learning two things: Use whatever you can to cook, then eat it. I can make ANYTHING into a meal.
Status: Healthy
Inventory: Spoon, Small sack for holding ingredients, Combat Spatula (don't ask)
It was a day like any other day. I was making grubs and plants I found on the walls and floors into a soup for the workers to eat. I was the only one who actually knew how to cook. After I threw in some moss for zing, the workers smelt my soup instantly. They lined up with bowls, mouths gaping open. I poured my soup into their bowls one by one. Some even came back for seconds. They were never rude to me either. My smile MADE these people be nice to me. Either that or they thought if they were rude they wouldn't get any soup. After the pot was emptied I gathered up my things and headed into my small house. The workers dug out a spot in the wall for me since they wanted to thank me for all the food I had ever given them. I set my pot onto its holding doohickey and my other stuff on my shelf. I sat down on my vegetation bed and took a nap.

[keonesan]

Keonesan stuffs out text RPs on a monthly basis.

They are all posted on excessively, then forgotten.

For God's sake Keo, don't you get it?

This is only my second RP thread and I made it because there was no other ones on the front page.

LOL SPIRAL KNIGHTS

Yes I was inspired by Spiral Knights but it's not a blatant rip off. I thought you matured over the year but you proved me wrong.

no sounds like steampunk to me but not steam or punk

What the forget is steam punk?

[Menen]

1. Spiral Knights

2. Something else keo wont finish

[Cybertails1998]

Yes I was inspired by Spiral Knights but it's not a blatant rip off. I thought you matured over the year but you proved me wrong

go back to /b/ boy

[Jorici]

Age: 21
Occupation: Greaser
Description: Tall and somewhat bulky due top having to carry around a 35 pound steel greasing pole
Bios: Ian greases the steam engines on a daily basis. He also has to grease the different types of machinery.
Status: Healthy
Inventory: Nothing

Lunch break is over. I have to grease the machines one last time before I can go, and that may take a hell of a long time. Three hours in the least. This was the part where you have to be agile. The giant rotating wheel turned at about 20 rotations per minute, and I had to quickly move through it, or die from the 1 ton of force breaking my body in two. Being a greaser wasn't safe, you know. Oh how I do miss those Plasma Turbines that used to power the clockwork. They broke down only a few years ago, forcing me to become a greaser or get the death penalty for treason.

[Dodger]

Name: Gerald Howlski
Age: 27
Occupation: Medical Personnel
Description: 6' 1", Caucasian, toned build, Brown hair and eyes, faded out goatee
Bios: Gerald was one of the few individuals who actually knew quite a bit about E.R. treatment and First aid, pretty much the closest thing you can get to an M. D. without the title. Currently works at the medical facility in one of the major clock works.
Status: Healthy
Inventory: First-aid kit, latex gloves, Equipped medical mask

 Damn week never seems to end. Not only is this whole damn place slowly falling apart, there seems to be an outbreak of flu, and its symptoms ain't as friendly as your cold season flu. I haven't seen anyone die from it yet, but I have at least 4 people under heavy supervision because of it, and 1 of them lost function of their left lung. Worse, the scavengers for our facility have been finding many less koro-jok plants, which is the most common resource to fight sicknesses like this. I think I might as loving well return to the surface, because we have almost no way to cure this infection, and who else knows who could be carrying it also.

 I try to remember the old path where we the lift to the surface was. As I find it, I see that I obviously cannot operate it, because only the overseer's card from our clockwork can activate it. Unfortunately, he's a crazy bastard who won't give anything to anyone and would rather get drunk every night than care for his people. It still surprises me that the traditional overseer guards will still obey his will, considering how he's slowly damning us to a slow death. Last fellow that demanded that we go to the surface was instead given a healthy amount of laser vaporization, because the overseer refuses to let us get out of his power despite doing nothing. Seems like I'm going have to take the card myself.

[Jokey365]

Name: Max Waffle
Age: 10
Occupation: Chef
Description: Few scars on the face in assorted areas, Almost has a smile on the face all the time, Looks dirty 50% of the time.
Bios: Grew up learning two things: Use whatever you can to cook, then eat it. I can make ANYTHING into a meal.
Status: Healthy
Inventory: Spoon, Small sack for holding ingredients, Combat Spatula (don't ask)
I woke up. "Time to go get some more ingredients" I said to myself. As I exited my house I slipped on some grease. "Greasers..." I mumbled. I then realised there was a track of grease leading to some of the bigger machines. I followed it so I could find this greaser and give him a piece of my mind! I finally arrived at whatever machine he was working on. I wasn't going to stop and stare at it, I had to teach this guy some manners! As I entered the inner sanctum of the machine the greaser turned around. "Can I help you sonny?" he said to me. He then laughed. "You got some nerve leaving grease all over the ground where people can slip and hurt themselves!" I said to him. "Kid, you try carrying around 35 pounds of grease and not leaving a single drop anywhere except in the bucket" he said. "Just be more careful, you can hurt somebody" I said as I exited. Suddenly my pants got caught on a loose nail. "Dangit!" I said. I tugged a few times when finally the nail came loose and sent me backwards into a gear. The gear spun around faster then how fast it was already going. All the other gears sped up also. Loose grease on the gears flew everywhere. I retreated from the scene. I knew that greaser wasn't going to be happy...

[Dodger]

I bet 10$ that this topic doesn't go past 3 pages.

Also, I might update soon.

[keonesan]

I bet 10$ that this topic doesn't go past 3 pages.

It's funny because you still owe me a 10 dollar Steam game.

On-Topic:

Also, I might update soon.