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Romeo 457

**Owned by**:  Winters

**Gende**r: Male

**Age**: 24

**Group**: Oracle Citizen

## Physical Appearance

Like all Alphas Romeo stand roughly 6’1 and had the build of a young man who spent his entire life as a military professional. His most overt attribute as an Alpha is his “dog eyes”, black sclera and copper colored irises. He has a peachy skin tone with dark brown hair. It’s normally swept back but if left to its own devices tends to puff in lazy curls and waves. Romeo edges more on the pretty boy in terms of appearance giving his given name “Romeo” a more ironic twist. His armor is tagged with an image of Frosty the Snowman armed with a machine gun.

## Personality and interests

Much like his callsign “Frosty”, Romeo is cool, unflappable and even-tempered under pressure. He often takes up the big brother role among the Alphas often delegated to showing them the ropes. Even bonded Romeo remained rather chill, that isn’t to say though he isn’t protective or even quickly turn violent if one were to distress his Piper.
He likes watching a variety of sports (and play them), board games (he has a competitive streak), Romeo also really enjoys mentoring and help find Bonds for young Alphas.

## History

Romeo like all his brother was tank born and trained from childhood to be dogs of war. Not only that but born to bond and protect there chosen Neophytes. All in all, he was a rather typical specimen if anything he rated highest in empathy. Giving him a natural skill in teaching and mentoring other Alpha as they transition from training to the real world.
Romeo met Piper not too long out of boot, they clicked pretty early working together for nearly a year worked closely together before bonding with her. They seemed and natural fit together.

## Occupation

He and Piper excel at hunting and acquiring Neophytes who have slipped through the crack or have gone rogue. That is their primary duty.

## Special Skills

As an Alpha, Romeo is able to see in AR and while not on the extreme end of the spectrum still has inhuman reflexed and coordination.

## Motivations

Romeo primary lot in life is the well being and protection of Piper, above himself and even another Alpha or Neo. He honestly believes they both are working to make the city a better place to live for everyone. Even if he won’t live to see it.

## Implants and Enhancements

As an Alpha who works with Neophytes he cannot have implants or cybernetic implants of any kinds.
Orlok and the ARmour

Orlok sighed at his lost fingernail and made a mental note to smash Rowan in the face as soon as he had some brownie points to use up.

"This is your room for now. The fights begin soon. We will call you." The creppy-ass gimp from before whispered at him and gestured to a door in one side of the club.

"Ah, thank you my good man. I'll just... erm... have the keys.... God i hope your hands are clean. Yugh." Orlok grabbed the keys and put them to the door.

The gimp was still staring at him.

"Can i help you?" He asked.

"The mistress likes you..." The gimp breathed at him.

Orlok shuddered.

"Yes, i noticed."

"You should be careful."

"... Why?"

The gimp said nothing but just continued to breathe heavily. Orlok made a vague shooing motion with one hand.

The gimp didn't move.

Orlok sighed and was about to punch him when he noticed a sign on the wall, next to a glass cage.

'In case of misbehaving gimps, break glass.'

He broke the glass with one of his hands and pulled out a... spray bottle.

"NO! Not the bottle! NOT THE SPRAY!!!" the gimp immediately spazzed out and ran away.

"Yeah, that's right. you'd better run. I'm one scary motherfucker." Orlok pushed into the room and sighed.

There was a bed but it was as thin as one of his fingers, just a rollup mat basically. The entire room was surrounded by junk and debris and all sorts of old scrap.

"Oh, well fuck you too, rowan. Think i'm not good enough for a VIP room with high class hookers? I'll show you! I'LL SHOW YOU ALLL!!!!!"

Orlok dived into the nearest pile of scrap and pulled out all the useful hunks of metal. He found an unpowered plasma battery and even a few spent bullet shells lying around.

"I shall become iron man, and create for myself a mighty set of armour that likes of which is so motherfucking scary no gimp will ever fuck with me EVAR AGAIN!!!!! Sing your last songs of freedom PUNY MORTALS!!! NOW BEGINS THE AGE OF THE ORLOK!!!!" He chuckled insanely as he started to bang pieces of metal together.

Orlok set a fire amongst a bunch of flat tires after opening a window. He let some of the flux wires heat there so he could use them to solder some plates together.

There was a strange hissing sound near some of the toxic radioactive waste and orlok nearly shat himself with a huge fucking three-headed black FUCKING mamba lashed out at him.

"AH! No, no i won't die just as the age of the Orlok begins!" Orlok grabbed a pipe and waved it at the snake threateningly.

"HAVE AT THEE, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!" He yelled out.

The resulting brawl could be heard from the other side of the closed door.
Ghost train 2 the clinchfield curse

**Ghost Train II: The Clinchfield Curse** is a fan made Thomas the Tank Engine movie and a sequel to *Ghost Train: The Untold Story of Timothy*.

## Characters

* Thomas
* Timothy
* Clinchfield 311/Demon 311
* David
* Louise
* Ariel
* Luke
* Jason
* driver
* firemen
* the manger
* The railway judge
* Sir Topham Hatt
* duke
* Duncan
* rusty
Trade Zone

**Trade Zone** in LifeAfter are three randomly camps they win the bindings.

You can visit the camps to trade directly with them.

 •  Hope 101
 • Development Zone
 • Island OR Camp
 • Fall Forest
 • Sand Castle
 • Miska University
 • Snow Highlands
 • Mouth Swamp
 • Mount Snow
 • Redwood Town
 • Santopany
 • Hope Valley
 • Levin City
 • St. Rona
 War Zone
 • Turbulent City
 •  Farstar City
 • Nancy City
 • Camp Fishing Visit
No Manner of Payment

Lawrence impatiently sought for any news on his mystery competitor, interrogating anyone he saw using the new drug. No one knew where it came from, only that a young man came by every few days to deliver more.
His sales hadn't been touched too bad, the ones he sold too were usually using several types of chemicals at once and his was still one of the best. What he wanted from the guy was how it was made. The stuff was made by a master, not one of the junkie cooks he was currently hiring.
Returning to his new home, the apartment above his second den, he paced his small room. Hours passed as he tried to think, finding moments of clarity that he wrote down in a small journal he had bought. Another effect of the new rival, he had realized his years of drug use had done away with most of what he learned as a youth.
"Boss. You busy?"
Waving his guard in, he stopped his work in order to glare at the man.
"Got a name on the kid who sells the stuff. Samuel, people says he's a Hiver."
Noticing his bosses look of confusion, the guard explained.
"Where we are beneath Oracle, Hivers are beneath us. Live in the underground of the city."
Lawrence scoffed at the news.
"Are you joking?? Not only am I forced to live in this trash town, I am being out shown by the trash of trash?"
His temper was flaring again as he mumbled any curse he could find. The outburst that usually followed didn't arrive this time, instead it was Lawrence that was sent flying, smacking against the opposite wall. Looking up in a daze, he flinched as his guard picked him up and dusted him off.
"Sorry boss, it will never happen again. I stay for the pay, but I will tell you now, keep trashing on these people and the place we call home and no manner of payment will keep these hands away from your throat."
The fire in Lawrence's eyes was gone, instead he looked fearfully into the mans eyes.
"And for the future of our partnership, my name is Micheal."
Putting distance between them, Lawrence attempted to regain his composure while giving Micheal a cautious glare.
"Right. Umm... We need a way into this Hive then. How does one find it?"
Chuckling, Micheal took the hint and made more distance, both men now on opposite sides of the room.
"The Hive finds you boss. Make a sale that someone down below is interested in and you're in. Gotta say, they go for some nasty things down there."
Thinking of what things would happen there, Lawrence remembered the rather tame demeanor of the gangs around here......the gangs...
"How about child trafficking?"
This brought a sour look to Micheal's face.
"It's a bit taboo, but there will be someone who will be interested I assume. From what I hear, Little Tokyo is where you're looking."
Orlok and the Potato

Orlok noted as his fingernails were pulled off that they'd probably grow back. It was really gross though.

"If you check in my front left pocket you'll find a note from Gene Wilder, Ceo of the corp i used to be indentured too. I apparently found out something i wasn't supposed to and he had my brain locked and dumped me in whatever arbitrary shithole this part of town is. The memories are still there, I just can't get my brain to them.

What I'm proposing is just a trade, you get someone in the find whatever juicy corporate secret I was unlucky enough to find and do whatever you want with the info, and in exchange I get a place to crash for the next three months, a bazooka, some cash and a potato. The potato is extremely important."

As Orlock spoke Rowan plucked the aforemention paper from his pocket. She waved the gimp back as she read the note.

"You were dumped in Little Tokyo," she explained as she mused over the paper, "You are now in Sojo one level up."

She folded the paper back up and put it neatly back into his pocket.

"Could be interesting, could be pointless. Why would I help you?" Orlock opened his mouth to answer but she pushed her finger of his lips.

"You will fight in the flesh pits. You get a room, cash when you win and my help with your memory if you keep winning. I am not however inclined to arrange for vintage munitions."

She snapped her fingers at the gimp, "That will be all Samuel, take the trolley to my room and fetch me some company... Oh and procure a potato for our new friend here."

She stood and turned to look down at Orlock, "Your first fight is in twelve hours. I will send someone down to clean you up and take you to your rooms."

"You amuse me pretty boy, keep amusing me and life can be good for you, perhaps even great. Cross me and the next thing you lose will definatley not grow back. Believe me I know." And with a wink, she left him to his ruminations.
The Maglev Home

Maglev Station

Outbound from Carters Hub

Day 13 - 0410L

The first Maglev outbound from Carters Hub was scheduled to arrive at 6am which meant a two hour wait at the station on top of the two hour trip itself which would put her back in the city proper at about 8:30am at the latest.

Honestly she'd have preferred a Floater but the fact was she didn't know anyone in Carter's Hub and could have spent all day looking for all she knew.

The only other option was a caravan of armored passenger buses outbound from the Hub at 2:30am but with a projected travel time ranging from 5 to 8 hours depending on conditions the Maglev seemed the obvious choice.

Thankfully the Maglev Station was a fully equipped facility with private rooms you could rent for a couple of hours at a time. Time enough for her at least to clean-up and put things in order before heading back to the city.

Sadly her attire of choice was still Slums hooker casual thus the appraising looks and outright offers she got making her way to the security gate where she counted herself lucky that the guards only had attention enough to spare feeling her up during her search.

She could barely control the smirk that appeared on her lips as the pair next searched through her belongings. The short fat one making a big show of playing with the neon yellow g-string for a moment before handing it over to younger skinny one who raised it briefly to breath in the scent before dropping it bag into the case and ushering her on her way.

The laughter kicking in just after she had taken her seat. The thought the suffering the pair would soon be enduring just overwhelming hilarious.

--

The Maglev departed Carter's Hub at 0615am clearing the city limits in short order before the machine rapidly accelerated to 160kph as it raced across the Martian desert southward towards Oracle City.
Working the Body Shop

Zone 21

The BodyShop

0245L

The buzzer sounded angrily three and than a fourth time before drawing her attention away from the carton of noodles Igor had just handed her.

"It never fails." She hissed sharply thrusting her chopsticks into the container and putting it aside before turned her attentions to the security displays showing a half dozen Sector Security types in full gear collected on the landing platform.

"Hey there Anders... " She announced keying the mic recognizing one of the faces on the screen. "You and your boys are up pretty late tonight ?"

Anders smirked nodding his agreement. "Hey Doc..."

"Picking up or dropping off... ?" She inquired but could already she Ander's men pulling bodybags of the Armored Floater a short distance on.

"Dropping off... " Anders sounded back. " We have 10 now with another 3 or 4 loads to follow."

Nagoya nodded to herself. " You boys have been busy. Stand clear Major I'll buzz you in..."

...

Major Anders looked on as his men off-loaded the last of the body bags laying it out with the others in a orderly row. Dark crimson pools forming on the receiving room's white floors as bodily fluids leaked from the assorted punctures a tears in the worn materials.

Nagoya for her part could only frown her annoyance thankful the job of cleaning up the mess was not hers as she joined the Major eyeing the bags of human remains.

" Very busy I see ... " she mused softly pulling a stick from the box and resting it between her dark stained lips offering him one as well.

Anders nodded his agreement as he collected a stick from the box as well. "The Higher up's are all over this new initiative to clean up the Zone 19 slums. Orders came down this afternoon and the locals aren't too happy."

"The swamp, really... " Nagoya sounded lighting her stick and doing the same for his. " Thats rich they've been promising that going back five years now."

Major Ander's nodded taking a deep drag off the stick before exhaling. " It was that dead hooker they pulled out of the pipes last week."

Nagoya frowned knowing the girl in question.

" I remember, Pretty girl with a lot of Corporate regulars as I recall. That said last I checked dead call girls don't merit a full mobilization of the Sector Security?"

Ander's frowned nodding his agreement. " They do if it turns out thier the great grand daughter of one of the Corporate council moonlighting for fun."

"Frakk me" Nagoya hissed sharply rolling her eyes.

"Indeed... " Ander's nodded his agreement. " Word is that she was a favorite and her Great Grand Daddy is beyond just a little unhappy about all this. Word is he wants people dead ... I've already seen orders for clean-up in both Zone's 20 and 23 and even possible actions into the Hive itself.

"Looks like its gonna be a busy next couple of weeks until this drek blows over." Nagoya sounded off tossing her used stick into a nearby disposal.
Rick Gitelson

Rick Gitelson is an American writer, creator, producer, and showrunner who is the showrunner and story editor of Corn & Peg.

before that, he was a writer for shows like Hey Arnold and Recess. written the Hallmark Channel Movie The Family Plan. and created 4 of his own children's tv shows.

He was hired by Russell Marcus (the creator of Corn & Peg) as showrunner and story editor for the series.

   He had also brought in Jorge Albture his partner from the last show he worked on.

he won an emmy award
Lawrence Chakel

**Owned by**:  LucianNepreen

**Gender**: Male

**Age**: 34

**Group**: Oracle Lowlife

## Physical Appearance

Stands 5'7"
174 lbs
Usually dressed well, has evident signs of drug use. (Baggy eyes, nervous twitch, and is constantly paranoid.)
Body is very lean, muscled and covered in tattoos.
Left arm has a high end chemical injector, the last "gift" from his family.

## Personality and interests

When he has his chemicals, acts very rationally. Can be intellectual and persuasive, although he suffers nervous twitches and control issues.
If he fails or decides not to use, the withdrawals affect his mind. He becomes increasingly violent and depraved.
When rational, he prefers to handle situations from a distance, a hollow attempt to appear above those around him.

## History

Born to a family that directed a research laboratory, Lawrence lived a live of luxury among the Sevo Group in Oracle.
Instead of maintaining a dignified appearance however, he chose to use his money on drugs and the underground.
Shaming his family, he was cut off and exiled, forcing him to change his last name.
Relocating to Downtown, he has a few underground dens where he crafts drugs to sell. Without his supply of money though, it has been tough for him to gain a following. He has taken the moniker "Mr.Chuckles" because of others ridiculing him and misunderstanding his new name.
(Chakel=Chuckle)

## Special Skills

Has a grasp of business from his younger years.
Is decent in a fight.

## Motivations

Wants to prove his family wrong, that he can make it on his own.
Money and drugs.

## Implants and Enhancements

Left arm has a high-end medication injector. The machinery is largely hidden behind skin, the only piece revealed is a medium oval piece where his medication or drugs can be inserted. It will then inject the chemicals into his blood.
Foxhunt: Back to Reality

Orlock had lunged up on Romeo and two ended up grappling on the ground. Every time Romeo tried to adjust his grip to subdue the Orlock he snapped at Romeo and his exposed digits with such for the Alpha could hear the clack of his teeth. Each snap produced a curse from Romeo who did want to explain why he was missing meat from his finger to anyone back at the Spire.

“Just SETTLE the FUCK DOWN!” Romeo yelled and managed to get enough elbow room deck the man. Like a mad dog though Orlock was up and running at Romeo like a zombie out of hell who was also on fire.

Romeo backpedaled, dodging out of Orlock’s way. Orlock lunged at Romeo again waking his finger around like a gun screaming “ZAPPY ZAP ZAP ZAP BUT I GOT YOU ZAP ZAP ZAP!” before catching Romeo by boot.

“MORE POWEERRRRRRRR.” Orlock screeched as he went to bite Romeo.

The Alpha scrambled for something, anything, to fend the bastard off him! Romer felt something soft and grabbed at it jamming the spider stuffy in Orlocks face. The crazed drug-addled man latched onto it shaking it about like a dog with a squeaky toy as he began to shred the poor stuffed spider, hacking and coughing trying to spit out the stuffing.

At this point, Romeo was done. This was hardly a fight it was a circus and it was like watching two clowns trying to knock the other out with a foam hammer and a fish. Romeo stepped forward and mule kicked Orlock square in the face.

The man was laid out spread eagle on the ground twitching. “FuUUuk Mee … crEdits … OopeEn SaaaaYs Mee … Haiiillll MmmEee.”Orlock said warbled from the floor.

“Can we PLEASE go now?” Romeo asked looking around the arena.
Newo Chapel

**Owned by**: [1]LaserSexPanther

**Gender**: Trans-Woman

**Age**: 18

**Group**: Oracle Citizen

## Physical Appearance

Tall with long legs, skinny but lacks the curves. Long red hair and green eyes. Wears red glasses that hang on a chain. Very slightly puffy lips.

## Personality and interests

Slightly nervous and timid, goes out of her way to just stick out of the lime light so long as they are they way they are now. Though she usually tries to hid it under the attitude of not caring.

## History

As a child she didn't fit in. Hiding aspects about herself. Changing little bits at a time. First growing her hair claiming they just liked it long. But one day went all out, wearing make-up and a girls uniform to school. She did get beat up, but didn't go back to wearing the boys uniform.

## Occupation

Student
Part-time at a "50's Inspired" diner. (that looks more like a drunk person describing a TGI Friday's that's never seen one)

## Motivations

Hoping to gain the confidence and changes she wants.
Hate and Horror

Logos knelt under the light of the flickering monitor's. His mask sat on the ground to his right, the horn rimmed glasses to his left. His hands hovered over them both as he communed with his deity.

"Yes, yes everything is going as planned. The explosion was larger than expected but the results are so much better than we could have hoped..."

He clutched his head in sudden agony and rocked backwards groaning. Spots of blood dropped from his nose to the ground.

"But I... you wanted chaos, you wanted the Spire vulnerable. Yes, yes I understand. I know. But they... no, no I don't want that. I serve, I am one with..."

Another violent jolt of pain threw him forward onto his hands,the words escaped his lips just as they came from all of the screens still flickering above him.

"We are one."

A slight tingle at the back of his mind signalled an incoming AR signal. He gasped that the vast pressence of the machine withdrew and snatched up his mask, fixing it in place as he activated the transmission.

The woman flickered into life a few feet to his right and upon seeing him she fell to her knees, wracked with tears. She covered her face with her hands.

"Sarah." His voice was calm, soothing. "Why are you here?"

She continued to cry, unable to answer.

"You have doubts?"

She gave a nod, looking upwards with pleading eyes. He turned to face her.

"Do you believe the word that I have brought to you Sarah? Do you believe the message we have received from the machine?"

"I do...I do but.." he held up his hand to stop her words.

"The word came to me this very evening Sarah, and It spoke your name."

"My..? Mine?" Her face was lit with a sudden hope, all doubt fading under the gaze of her master.

"This day your child will become one with our God, she will feel no pain, she will know no sorrow. She will sit at the right hand of glory for all eternity."

A smile of joy filled the woman's face as she held her stomach, brushing her fingers against the swelling of advanced pregnancy.

"Will you heed the word of our God Sarah? Will you do what is asked?"

"I will do anything." She breathed as she reached out towards him.

Several hours later...

*Am I on? In 3, 2, 1.. and go;*

"This is Lucy Li reporting from outside of what is left of Zone 13 maternity clinic where the latest in a series of terrorist atrocities was carried out just hours ago. Reports so far tell of a patient at the clinic entering the building during peak practice hours carrying a package similar to the one spotted on the east bound monorail shortly before it was attacked. It is believed the package was detonated in the second floor waiting room by the unknown woman, who was according to reports heavily pregnant. So far nobody has claimed responsibility for this attack but all signs indicate yet another move by the New Way movement and their leader known only as Logos. Now over to Ken in the studio for a statement from the OSEC police authorities."
Games End

"Does she wear glasses?"

"Yes!" Tina yelped in excitement as Sam leaned forward and flicked down several tiles on their AR board.

"Does he have a beard?" Tina asked peering over the board.

"Hey that's cheating!" Sam accused as he held his arm over the display. Tina rolled her eyes and sat back on her chair.

"No beard." Sam murmured as he eyed Tina with mistrust.

"Ha! I knew it. It's Mr Sanderson!"

"You cheated!"

"Prove it." Tina bobbed out her tongue and giggled.

"You.." Sam stopped as he saw the screen behind her flicker to life and a face appear.

"What the..."

“I am Logos, Chosen messenger of the machine.”

Tina glanced down at the screen and waved her hand causing it to switch off.

"Hey why did you do that?" Sam demanded and then paused, "How did you do that?"

Tina looked unsure for a moment and then shrugged, "Upgrades, Boris made some changes."

"We'll see about that. Turn it back on."

"Wouldn't you rather go up stairs?" she purred, "all this power cut nonsense has you on edge and..."

Sam moved through her and flicked the button the monitor and the face appeared once more,

We demand the freedom of our brothers and sisters,
Those you call Neophytes and imprison within the Spire,

Tina switched the monitor off again. "Damn it woman will you stop that."

"Come up stairs." Tina replied, her image glitching a little as Sam accessed her control network. He tried to adjust her behavior matrix and was surprised to find he was locked out.

"What has Boris done?" Sam asked.

"Nothing really I..." Sam deactivated her programmed and stormed out of the room.

"Boris! Boris you meddling piece of lard what have you done to my girl?"

He made his way down the stair and into the cellar area. Tapping in his code he accessed "the farm"

"Boris!" Sam ran across the room where Boris lay surrounded by broken glass. His eyes were closed and his nose was streaming with blood. Sam crouched down to check the man over and was relieved to see he was breathing normally. Glancing up he saw the glass was from a nearby monitor which has overloaded.

"Boris?" he whispered gently shaking the big man. "Boris can you hear me?" Boris groaned and after a moment opened his eyes. He smiled,

"Hello Mr Sam." he said in tired voice and then looking over Sams shoulder, "Perhaps now we tell him yes?"

Sam frowned as the voice of Tina came from behind him, "Yes, I suppose we must."

Sam turned to see her standing there. His Tina. He checked the program and it was still closed, the controls were off, she should not be there.

"I am not going to like this am I?" he asked.

"No." she smiled down at him, "No you will not like this at all."
Her Virtual Headspace - Prt 01

Northern Track Maglev
Inroute Oracle City
Day 13 - 0630L

Mei was only able to finally relax in her seat once the Maglev had put several kilometers between her and Edger back in Carter's Hub.

It was only after the clock on the passenger display read 6:30am that her thoughts were able to wonder elsewhere for a time before her attentions finally settled on the package Boris had given her the day before.

Pulling the plain paper wrapped package from the pocket of her long coat. She gave it a final once over before digging her painted nails into paper a sharp chirp of joy escaping her lips at the discovery of what lay hidden within.

It was a branded memory module with the telltale logo of the now defunked entertainment media company 'Extreme' the module itself titled in bright green lettering identifying tha it was a AVVI Companionware build Gen 5.

In its day 'Extreme' had made the best Companionware that was out there until the Corporations had seen an opportunity to make a buck and flooded the market with a cheap knockoff next generation Companion that was inferior in every way and had totally underminded public interest in Companionware leading to the collapse that took 5 years to recover from but by than independent companies like 'Extreme' had gone bankrupt and they and there product had disappeared overnight.

It had only been by chance that about a year ago Boris had brought up the subject that he had a friend in the Junker trade that had access to a few clean copies of the Gen 5 modules that he found during a salvage run and wanted to offload. Having always been a fan of 'Extreme' products and having money to burn at the time Mei had put down 5k on the spot to buy a clean module the next time the Junker had made port.

And now here it was ...

--

Mei gave a quick glance at the passenger display which now read 6:35am calculating the travel time remaining before deciding that she had plenty of time to run the initial load and set-up with time enough left over to tweak the setting a bit and maybe test it out before even reaching City Station.

Mei ran a quick memory test suprised for a moment at the amount of available space until it dawned on her she hadn't had a chance to reload anything after the new hardware had been installed because of Edger's little drama so she was running with the most free headspace she'd had in years.

Finding the manuel connection cable hidden behind her ear she pulled it to arms length and plugged it into the Module cycling it to download before setting her realtime wake-up to 8am and than pressing the go switch.
Orlok drowns His Troubles

Orlok was not having fun.

He'd been dumped in some arbitrary spot full of people all being really loud and shouting things. Was this what cities were like? He wouldn't know, seeing as he was an indentured miner. He growled angrily and headed towards a homeless guy that still somehow managed to be dressed better than most miners he knew. The pavement even looked comfier than those fucking miner quarters beds!

"Hey, *this*, this is mine now." He reached down and grabbed the man's bottle of alcohol along with a cigarette. He inhaled the nicotine greedily. Miners only got smokes once a month if they were lucky.

The booze tasted like shit, though. Still he drank it down greedily... hmm, maybe some other hobos had more...

-Three Hours Later-

Orlok stumbled drunkenly into a dumpster that looked and felt comfier than his sleeping quarters back home. He didn't care what happened anymore. He'd looked all over for this 'Rowing' person but She'd evidently moved somewhere else. The 'Blue Rooms' kept coming up when he asked people after smashing them and taking their stuff.

Orlok felt his consciousness start to fade, too much booze. He could have sworn he heard someone chuckle.

"Well, look here at this princess. We should take him to the pits. Maybe they'll give us a few clicks, yeah. They could always use more fighters there."

Orlok fell into a drunken sleep not long after.
God in his Heaven - Prt 03

OCON Arcology

Director of Internal Security

Day 004 - 1845L

He turned his attention's once again to the windows and the world beyond it while news of the days events played out across a hundred displayed images.

"And we're certain of this ?" Oda remarked.

Mr Black chief of OCON secret police nodded. " Without question Director. The propaganda the Corporation is feeding the media channels is a total fabrication. The man has had no contact with his great great granddaughter since her birth and according to our sources he had all but disowned her mother shortly after her marriage to her second husband. "

Oda nodded reviewing the data that had been channeled to him through the link while reviewing the folder in hand. " And you suspect he may have in fact ordered the girl to be killed ? "

Mr Black nodded. "There is no direct connection but there are a number suspect data hits coupled with a number of red flags that would suggest that this is a very likely scenario. "

" Excellent work as always Mr Black. " Oda nodded his approval returning the folder he held to the collection gathered on his desk.

" Sadly even if we had proof that the man had killed the girl with his own hands and recordings of his raping her it is unlikely we'll gain any traction in the media. The Corporations and its dogs are hungry for blood and wont be put off by either proof or commonsense."

" Even OCON has been sucked into this insanity and is in agreement upon this current course of action." Oda sighed turning his attention to the city again. " What I cannot not yet grasp is what is he after. The girls death was clearly intended to set events into motion but the why of it continues to elude me."

Mr Black nodded. " We will find out Director its just a matter of time."

" Time, time is something we clear do not have enough of." Oda shrugged.

Mr Black's gaze did not rise to meet but remained fixed on the collection of papers on the table before him.

" Maybe we're looking at this wrong." Mr. Black offered thoughtfully as his fingers moved the pages before him randomly. " We've been assuming that this is corporate acquisition move and maybe for the others it is that, but notice how quickly it spread to the other districts."

Oda looked on thoughtfully. " Has something come to mind? "

Mr. Black nodded thoughtful. " The body was clearly planted there and was discovered in a very public and very dramatic fashion but how and by whom?"

Oda reflected on the collected data in his shortterm memory. " These are valid points Mr Black. I want these questions answered ... You have 32 hours to find me something we can use to our advantage."
Trading Favors - Prt 03

The South 40

The Toybox

Day 12 - 0400L

The place was old fashion bordering on ancient right down to doorbell that chimed as she walked through the door. That being said she liked it ... there was something to be for a place that didn't relay on a Virtual hostess at the door welcoming you by name everytime you walked through the door.

The big guy behind the register glancing up from the textbook he was reading nodding welcome.

> Speaking In Russian <

" It been awhile little sister... " Boris offered giving her an upward glance before returning his attention to the textbook laid out on the counter. " How's the business ?"

Mei smiled shrugging her shoulders. " Another day, another body. How about you Boris still babysitting the register for the old hippy ? "

Boris shrugged. " It's quiet, Lets me concentrate on the material."

" Lucky... " Mei smiled nodding her understanding.

Boris was like every other Russian grunt she'd meet in the service. In fact surprisingly nearly a third of ship she was assigned was Russian thus the need to pick up the language. Boris was an old Soul trapped in the world of the now living by a code most had forgotten. While she would likely never know more than she did about his background he was fiercely loyal to old man Bridger which meant that the Old man had done Boris a favor that Boris was more than willing to spend a lifetime paying off if the Code called for it.

"Speaking of which... " Boris glanced under the counter behind the register and pulling out a small box. " It took awhile getting here but finally arrived last week ... I hadn't gotten around to calling to tell you it had arrived."

" A week huh ?" Mei smirked noting that delivery date was three months ago.

Boris shrugged. " Maybe more ... I knew you be back though. "

Mei nodded stuffing it into her pocket. " Is that pimp Edger here ?"

Boris nodded motioning to the back. " He's hiding in one of the viewing booths. Got some bad men after him by the looks of the jackboots that came in here looking for him about an hour ago."

"Figures ..."

"Get him out of here would you. He's bleeding all over the floor back there."
The Edge of Hell

It had been countless days trekking across some of the most forsaken territory Mars had until they'd reached Oracle. It'd taken everything they'd scavenged from town before leaving to barter just information from people on where to go. Jantar Cross was used to a barter economy back at the mining camp but everyone she met insisted on credits, scanned or hard currency - of which she had neither.

But they'd survived, barely. Had they not managed to catch a few wild critters along the way - whatever they were - they'd surely of died from starvation. They'd drank the last of their water 2 days ago and could feel the effects hitting them already. They knew to enter from the north, in the slums, since they didn't have papers or credits to bribe passage into the city proper.

And so here they were, looking at squalor as far as the eye could see. People lived in shacks worse than even the poorest she'd ever seen back at the camp. She saw people digging through garbage and not looking much different than the garbage they were digging through. She immediately began to regret the decision to come to Oracle. *But what other options did they have?*

The camp was in ruins. They were outcasts and not likely to get hired on at any other camp and she didn't want that sort of life for the two of them anymore anyway. Oh... the two of them...

She looked over at her brother who stood staring, gawking more correctly, at everything he saw. You'd think he was a kid watching a prompter of some mindless animation and not staring at dilapidated shacks and human excrement. Tars was a sweet kid. She always had to think of him that way even though he wasn't much younger than she was. He was though a good 9 inches taller and 75 pounds of pure muscle heavier. But inside all that muscle was the mind of a child. A child she had to protect.

First things first... survival. Water, shelter, food, and jobs... in that order.
Director Nagoya Oda

**Owned by**: D2wintr

**Gender**: Male

**Age**: 90+

**Group**: Oracle Citizen

## Physical Appearance

At a glance most could not even hope to guess that Oda is nearly 100 years old.

A man of simple yet refind tastes, Oda prefers to maintain a clean shaved head and dress in suits of the finest quality and while he has several the reality is that Oda believes in function over form an thus in the majority they all tend to look the same.

Oda's has in his day seen war as well as the very worst humanity can offer and wears a scar gained in his OSEC days proudly and as a reminder that ones worst foes might have once been called friend.

## Personality and interests

Oda is a man who favors order in all aspects of life and has no love for the chaos of the day-to-day. His views on both Honor and Loyalty are strict and uncompromising and are his hallmarks. He has no tolerance for those without either had has even disowning his own daughter for her failure to uphold these strict tenants.

Oda views himself akin to a General of the Old World reborn into the new.

## History

The Nagoya family have always be associated with OCON and always will if Nagoya Oda has anything to say on the subject.

Ever the loyalist Oda rose through the ranks rapidly assuming the Directors of Internal Security chair at the age of 49 and marrying his first of three wives shortly there after.

Oda has held the Director of Internal Security chair now 40+ plus years and has no intentions of giving it to a successor anytime soon.

## Special Skills

As Director of Internal Security there is little that Oda doesn't know about the in's and out's of OCON at all levels.

Oda also has access to a massive amount of Intelligence data related to the Corperations and has little fear of using it to his advantage to get what he wants done.

A formerly a member of OSEC serving a number of years as a front line soldier in the eternal battle to keep the city secure as well as member of the OCOM's Intelligence and Counter Inteligence divisions. As the Director of Internal security he now has oversight over all of these divisions.

## Motivations

While not widely shared outside the company it is no secret that Oda despises what Oracle City has become.

He also holds the lower casts in extreme contempt viewing those who do not work to better themselves and the city as disease and a waste of the Cities resources.

If given the opportunity Oda's would burn the city to bare stone and build it anew upon the ashes.

## Supporting Cast

(1st Wife)
Nagoya Miho \*RIP

(2nd Wife)
Nagoya Nan

(3rd Wife)
Nagoya Ju

(Sons)
Nagoya Boma (42)
Nagoya Naga (38)
Nagoya Ken (28)

(Daughters)
Tanaka Anu (35)
Yaguchi Yui (33)
\* Nagoya Mei (31)
Another Night

Lawrence fell from his bed at the sound of the electricity powering down. Again.

Sleeping on the floor above his drug den had proven to be a pain, but served better than wasting credits at some rundown apartment. Rushing some clothes on, he stumbled down the stairs, almost running into one of the cooks.

"Boss, power just went out, all the tech is out."

Shocked to full consciousness, he shoved the man out of the way in order to run to the cook stations.
"No no no no NO!"

Although the team had been working nonstop throughout the night, every moment the machines stayed off meant more product being ruined.

"Don't you damn junkies know how to jumpstart these things? Why are you all so WORTHLESS!"

Kicking a trash can over, he raged on the cheap plastic until it became a pile of trash itself. As he finished, power came back on, the machines churning back to life. Smoothing his hair back, Lawrence turned towards the nearest cook, making the man flinch.

"Finish this last batch then go home. We can't risk losing a batch."

Leaving the man to quiver, he went to go back to his room, when a monitor flickered to life. A strange man giving strange demands was heard. Once again the cooks fled into the night, they had been warned by the last crew of what happened when working for Lawrence.

"Damn it! Damn it all!"

Another fit of rage came over him and he took it out on the screen, the voice slowly distorting until it was silenced. Panting from the exertion, Lawrence tried to steady his hand in order to take another hit.

He didn't give a shit who the man was or what he wanted. He took the power and he just cost Lawrence another crew of cooks. Another name to find.

As the drugs kicked in, the power went out again. Cursing, he realized there was a whining sound coming from the surrounding buildings, quickly followed by small explosions and screaming.

Running to the door, he tried to discern what was happening, but the darkness offered no help.
"I knew this property was bad for business."
Machinegod Wiki

## Welcome to Machine God

The year is 2250 and Mars is our new home following an extinction level event back on earth. Three vast City-ships were constructed and sent to Mars where a terraforming operation was already underway. The Nemeria was tragically lost during entry, the Hyperion remains in orbit, while the third ship Oracle landed on the year 2130 giving birth to a new cradle for humanity on Martian soil. This is our story...

## Cyberpunk

Cyberpunk is a sub-genre of science fiction, noted for its focus on "high tech and low life" and taking its name from the combination of cybernetics and punk. It featured advanced technology such as computers or information technology coupled with some degree of breakdown in the social order. "Classic cyberpunk characters were marginalized, alienated loners who lived on the edge of society in generally dystopic futures where daily life was impacted by the rapid technological change, a ubiquitous datasphere of computerized information, and invasive modification of the human body."

## The World of Machine God

* Earth to Mars Timeline
* Terraforming Mars
* Oracle and Mars
* The Hive
* Hyperion and Space
* Technology
* Corporations
* Government
* Transhumanism

## Writing in Machine God

* Joining and Game rules
* Posts
* Cast

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Foxhunt: Little Death Hurt No One ...

Rowan sat in her VIP box looking down on the fight. Neither fighters were jacked into the Vykarian network so she could not taste the violence first hand, it was… frustrating. The Alpha would not have been compatible with the grafts and the Orlock creature had been taken apart and put back together in a way that made her tech team nervous. All those lovely credits she was missing out on by not broadcasting.

“Why are they not killing each other.” she yawned and stretched.

“Mmmnm nnm aah mm.” came the voice from between her legs.

She reached down and pulled the barman's head up sharply by his hair. He gasped as he looked up at her, his eyes wide.

“Chet isn’t it?” she asked, plucking something from between his teeth.

“Yes, boss.”

“You had a suggestion?” She asked.

“The crowd always love it when we do the Flash Gordon thing.” he suggested.

Rowan turned to Red who sat nearby and raised an eyebrow. Red shrugged as she sipped on a tall glass of blue liquid that gave off a thick white mist.

“It is always fun to watch.” Red agreed. “Or you could send in Scar?”

“Perhaps.” Rowan mused as she considered her options.

She gave Chet a pat on the head “good boy.” she breathed heavily as she pushed him back down out of sight. Leaning over to a control panel on her right her hand hovered for a moment before she tapped a large red button with a yellow lightning bolt in the centre.

Down below the lights, all switched to a deep red and the music started to sound… Dun, Dun, Dun, Dun, Dun, Dun, Dun… The crowd clapped along with the beat and on the final Dun they all cried out the word Flash! There was a flash of white light and a loud creaking sound. The arena floor began to tilt this way and that sending the combatants tumbling, while at the same time steel spikes emerged from the floor and walls.

Dun Dun Dun Dun Dun Dun Dun Dun Dun… Flash!

“Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhh!” Rowan screamed out gripping the arms of her chair with white knuckles as Chet earned his bonus.
Corporations

## Titantech

Own the pathfinder outposts and terraforming technology rights on Mars. They also have a controlling interest in the Hyperion station and its fleet. Hyperion is a Titan class City ship of the same type of Oracle. The landing of Hyperion has never been attempted due to the Nemeria disaster. The Nemeria disintegrated on entry into the Mars atmosphere.

## Sevo Group

Experts in Synthetic Evolution Sevo Group are a collection of closely aligned genetic and cybernetic research companies with a front end medical services and pharmaceutical business. At Sevo they define what it is to be human in the modern age.

## Veritas

Are the AI experts of the modern world. They own the patents and rights for the Oracle core AI and manage the virtual space on Mars. They also own the mind bank, a transferred consciousness network. Of the big five Veritas is the most secretive and least trusted, an odd state of affairs for a company whos name derived from the Latin for truth.

## She'Ying Holdings

Water, food, flora and fauna. That is the business if She'Ying. They compete fiercely with Sevo Group on pharmaceuticals bring natural product to market rather than the synthetic variants of Sevo. The jewel in their crown is the Biosphere network, a series of six large domed structures containing controlled climate and simulated earthen terrains. The Domes are a huge attraction for the Oracle population and will one day be the seeds for the reintroduction of wild species to the Marian world.

## EnCorp SRS

Unique amongst the corporations EnCorp SRS has no employees or living board members. It is managed by a a private Mind Bank of board members and is run by a fully automated self replicating system. EnCorp provides energy to the City and beyond through Advanced Cold Fusion tech.
Orlok And Rowan

Orlok woke up tied to a chair in a white padded room and sighed in disgust to himself. He luckily still had all of his clothing so the myriad of scars on him were unseen at least for now.

"You know, I really don't like this week." He sighed before an unfairly gorgeous woman entered, trailed by... a gimp pushing a trolley of torture tools.

He sighed and did his best to scratch his nose while his arms were tied. Waggling his eyebrows brought no relief.

"You know, I get the feeling you weren't hugged enough as a child Miss... Yeah it occurs to me that I have fuck all idea who you are. You'd not be under the employ of that one cannibal midget from Texas, would you? That bitch owes me money." He rolled his eyes and very pointedly passed wind in the woman's direction.

Tortue? Ha! As if *mere* agony of the body would be enough to hurt ORLOK!!!! THE GREAT AND POWERFUL!!!! THE MOTHERFUCKING DESTROYER OF PLANETS AND THE GAWD KING OF THE LESBIANS!!!!

Now if she broke out the fucking Bieber he'd do whatever she wanted but he'd not be telling her that.

"So, how did you feel about the original Teen Titans cartoon. Fuck that GO! remake." He chatted.

"Take a few of his finger nails off." She ordered the gimp and then walked over and sat herself on Orlocks knee, while the leather clad creature picked up the pliers.

"If we are talking vintage, I much prefer Young Justice." She raised her eye brows as the gimp got the pliers into place. "Though I have to admit Ron Pearlman as deathstrike, makes me..." there was a quiet sucking sound as one of Orlocks finger nails came free. "Wet." She finished licking her lips.

Orlocks had not moved, had not made a sound, he was grinning.

"Oh I think I'm in love." Rowan purred.

She ran her finger along his chin, "You were asking about Rowan, about me. Why did you want to find me pretty boy. Do tell. That way we get to keep things... consensual."