Author Topic: The Mining Age  (Read 1775 times)

"Gentlemen" the CEO said with a nod and smile, "We are no longer in the computer age. Years of hard work, and many, many other variables have brought us here today, as we enter, what I would like to call, the Mining Age."
There was a pop from the sound of the champagne bottle opening, then loud cheers. This was the Houston Mining Industry, and since the world is torn up by an energy crCIA, mining became so significant in the 2080's that the largest mining company, Houston Mining Industry, managed to get billions and billions of dollars. They eventually made all other mining companies "disappear", killing off their executives and workers. That was about 25 years ago. Today, the Houston Mining Company has since bought out the U.S. military, and eventually forced all of North America to work in the mines. But by now, most of Earth's resources are gone, and you can find a mine almost every three miles. the HMI are getting more fierce, and have recently declared themselves "Ruler" of pretty much the world. They have more money than the U.S. government ever had. They started cracking down in cities, sending armed forces onto every city corner, enforcing the HMI's strict laws. Their laws were so strict, infact, you could get sent to a work camp for as much as breaking the dress code - which was a red mining outfit.


Will you revolt? Will you mine? What WILL you do about this?

Here is the format for making a character.

Name:
Location:
Items (0/6):

Then, form your roleplaying text.

I will make this better by the way, I am just tired right now. I'm going to work on it after school.

« Last Edit: April 07, 2011, 06:10:12 PM by Jorici »

Name: Ian DeRello
Location: Tampa, Florida
Items (2/6): an L-96 Arctic Warfare Magnum, 15 .308 Lapua rounds


I sit in 500 North Tampa, the tallest building in Tampa at about 600 feet tall. I can watch almost every corner of downtown here. I trained in the HMI sniper school for about 15 years. I can hit a target from two miles away. Three other snipers are in here, watching at the same point: the Mining Shuttle port. Tampa has the largest one in the country, and it sends about 15 Mining Shuttles a day to different planets such as the moon and mars. I had to kill one of the people revolting against the HMI. His name was Thomas Lakrucia, a 37 year old man. He was bald and wore sunglasses. The hatch to the mining shuttle slowly opens, revealing the target. Each sniper fires simultaneously, and we wait about 2 seconds. The man drops dead. "Mission success", the lieutenant said aloud.

you consider 37 to be an old man?
nice cocept, but the title nneeds to be different.
ight join later.

They own the earth, but are they interplanetary?

Name: Bradley "Tech" Cread
Location: Tampa, FL, 500 N. Tampa Drive. (Same building of DeRello olololol)
Items (3/6) BFR Scout Sniper (Fires .345 C-Tech Rounds), 2 Magazines of 10 .345 C-Tech Rounds, Knife.
Short Bio: His dad, Henrey, Founded Cread-Tech Industries about 10 years before the Mining Age, and Brad inherited it. Cread Tech manufactures Guns, Ammunition, and anything else a gun junkie (Or a rebel group) Might need. He joined the rebelion after escaping from a mining camp and now helps the rebelion group with their needs firearm wise.


 "Dude, Nice shot" I say to my Friend and fellow rebel, Frank Knast, as we run down the hall to the meeting room.
 "Well, we all really took the shot. But you did well too." We entered the meeting room and took our places.
Frank really didn't rank to high, having only joined the group a few weeks ago. I was just over halfway up on the rank list. The only reason we became so close friends was that I was assigned to teach him combat.
 "Ok, men, nice work on the shot, or shots I may say" The commander started....

Actually Ian works for the HMI

and Lugnut, they don't own earth per se, but they are the richest and most powerful company there, and they pretty much "rule" america.

Name: Ian DeRello
Location: Tampa, Florida
Items (2/6): an L-96 Arctic Warfare Magnum, 15 .308 Lapua rounds


After the meeting was over, I figured that I wanted a drink from the bar. I walked down the street through the sweltering heat of a Floridian summer, and entered a bar called, "Drinkworks". Several other people were there, and they stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I was still in HMI Militia uniform, so that must mean that I meant business. I raised my hand up, and sat down. Everyone resumed what they were doing. "I would like a fruit roosterta-" I began to order, when all of a sudden someone kicked in the door and several shouts were heard.



Name: Raphael "Ralph" Jones
Location: Tampa, Florida
Items (3/6): 30-06, modified for full auto firing, 30-06 bullets (60), Two-Way Radio


A nervous sweat breaks down my face. I am part of the revolution. This whole thing is bigger than me. It's too late to turn back and join the simple life of mining. We are beginning to liberate Tampa - starting with killing the squad of snipers that killed one of our leaders! We got word that one of them was in Drinkworks, so our section of the resistance marched straight to there. Sure enough, there he was, sitting at the bar. I scan the people, most of them are innocent civilians. The leader raises his fingers, three... two... one... and he kicks the door open, and we start firing at the sniper. Several bullets in his back later, he drops to the floor.

Name: Bradley "Tech" Cread
Location: Tampa, FL.
Items (3/6) BFR Scout Sniper (Fires .345 C-Tech Rounds), 2 Magazines of 10 .345 C-Tech Rounds, Knife.

    "Our work is done, we need to get out of here" I said to Frank. "I got the files. Are all the bombs set?"
    "The armory, The coms area, the basement, all is ready." He replied shakily. "Here's the detonator"  He handed me the detonator as we walked out of the front of 500 Tampa Drive, and got in an unmarked, black sedan. It was a rebelion car.
     "You know the drill, to the F.O.B." I said as Me and frank climbed in the back seat.
     "You goddit" The driver replied." He pulled out onto the street, and got on the freeway, headed north.
     "Frank?" I say.
     "Yeah?"
     "I love my job" I leaned back in my seat. I almost hit the detonator, but Frank caught me.
     "You remeber the orders, don't blow this plan to kingdom-come."
     "Ahhh, yea, now I remember" We turned onto I-4, heading for Orlando, or more importantly, Disney Land, one of the last rebel strongholds in the south east.
« Last Edit: April 07, 2011, 07:29:35 PM by Dnitro »

Name: Carl Henderson
Location: Tampa, FL
Items (2/6): Tech Kit, Headlamp, Gas Mask

I've been through a lot. The HMI is brutal, but you don't want to face off against them. I'm not sure whose side I'm on.

I work in the lowest part of the mines, with the big drill rigs. Because of the likelihood of toxic gas, we wear gas masks all the time down here. One minute without and your heart stops.

Recently my friend has been trying to convince me to rebel. He says he can't do it alone... What is a man to do?


Oh, and land mining in Florida is SCUBA diving in caves, and limestone mining in like, Orlando or something.

you consider 37 to be an old man?

There's this phrase we English speakers through around when talking about age. It's how many "years old" are you.

I am a 37 year old man just means, I am a man who is 37 years old.

Come on son, get your head out your ass.

Name: Bradley "Tech" Cread
Location: a run-down Disney Land. 5:03 PM.
Items (4/6) BFR Scout Sniper (Fires .345 C-Tech Rounds), 2 Magazines of 10 .345 C-Tech Rounds, Knife, disarmed Detonator.

   "What do you mean you didn't blow it up?" Rebel leader Paul Shrate exclaimed. "You were supposed to get in, get the files, get out, blow it up. Those were your orders!"
    " We were told by Rick to save the explosion for a bit, and to not blow it up until suspicion has died down." I replied. We also are going to give them a huge suprise I thought.
    "Damn it, Rick always gets me like that." Paul mumbled. " Anyways, i'll have you two off then. Meet me here at 7 tomorrow for your next assignment."
    "'Kay, see you then" We left the command building (a food court) and headed to our barracks (an old roller coaster station) We got then and then settled down for bed, like most of the rest of the F.O.B.

Also all rebels have access to these C-tech weapons.
« Last Edit: April 07, 2011, 08:30:08 PM by Dnitro »

Meh, might lock this, this wasn't one of my best ideas. What do you guys think?

Meh, lock it if you really want to.

Jorici. I think you should try a Military-based R.T.D.

Jorici. I think you should try a Military-based R.T.D.
I might. Any of you remember the surface? I loved that. Should I remake that one?

http://forum.blockland.us/index.php?topic=138592.0