Nexaduro

I go to the first address with my hiveship and 304.

There are no conventional classes of magic, it is based on creation, destruction, and neutral magics, as well as karma. =) Turn 2: Earth: The deer shudders, and begins to rise to it's feet. Karmic Decision: Do you want to fully revive the deer, healing its wounds and returning its spirit but gaining no guaranteed dominion over it, return it to life suspended in it's current stage of decay and relatively suppressed in spirit, under your control, or possess it with a manifestation of your magic, giving you full control of it but dooming it to decay over time until it is sustained only by your magic? Thade: Please post one action at a time. I'll give you two actions, as neither should take long: You receive a slight electrical shock, and nothing happens. You receive a message in return: "Uyo era how, odiit!"

Nope. None whatsoever. Do not assume that you can use magic at all, though. Trying to use magic results in a dice roll, which will determine your prowess and whether you can use it at all. You can also wait, hoping for aan event that will give you magical powers. This game is meant to be unforgiving. But remember, nothing is impossible.

Sorry. Had to go eat lunch. Day 2: Food: Bread - 9 days Water - Indefinite supply Appliances: Refrigerator battery - 29 days Computer - ??? days Items: Monitor Computer Satellite Hatchet Refrigerator Mini-Aqueduct Loaves of Bread * 9 Beds * 10 Futuristic Chamber-Pot Earth: You open the door and see that the cabin is located in a forest, and one wall is built against a mountainside that has a small stream flowing through a crack in the face of what is essentially a cliff. You see a slightly decayed deer lying on the ground, which does not seem to be fit for consumption.

Also, if you're in a town or some other action-sensitive location, please make one post at a time. And interactions with others of any sort, not just conflicts, are not counted toward the post per day limit.

Archi: The hatchet is just that - a hatchet. You slide it into your belt (everyone has a belt and basic cloathing). The mattress is a simple, Bonnel-Coil mattress with wool quilting. There is a wool blanket, and there are no pillows. All the mattresses seem to be almost exactly the same. The fridge is filled with ten loaves of bread. You surmise that with the current number of occupants the shack's food supply should last ten days. It seems to be run via battery. The fridge is mid-sized, and the battery fairly strong, so it should last for the rest of the month. The computer seems to be brand-new, and has no unessential programs on it other than an internet browser. You try to hook up to the internet, and come to a site seemingly providing information on the state of the economy, wars, and news. You get the sense that the information is not accurate, as it advertises the fact that all citizens are provided all required food rations, top-notch medical care, and good housing. Suddenly, a message notification pops up in the corner, which reads: "Uyo era how?" The cabin is fairly simple. There is a kind of basin in a small side-room, which is apparently the toilet. You use it, and it seems to remove any stench and sterilize the "leavings." There is a wooden bar across the door, which opens inwards. There is nothing else in the cabin, save for a small wooden aqueduct-like apparatus crossing one wall of the cabin which seems to siphon water from what must be a small, elevated trickle of water. You go to sleep. For future reference, you will automatically eat, sleep, and drink unless stated otherwise or such an action is not possible/appropriate in the situation. Also, I will answer one post at a time, and after each post will wait a few moments for the author of the next post to revise his actions if he so wishes.

I accept the trade. I then ask if they have anything they need fixed, killed, protected, or transported.

Organic. They mostly only use stun technology, as they... um... well... feed on sentient life-forms. Though mine are completely under control, I assure you. They accept me as their leader, and follow my commands. They have rifles, spear-guns, handguns, stun-sticks, bombs, and some other stuff I forget about.

Hm, what would you trade for it? We have Wraith, Go'auld, Asgard, and Tau'ri technology.

Gonna roll? =b

Meh. I'm more interested in personal weaponry.

I wanted to make a new game, something unique, special, one that wasn't too rigid and allowed for change. This is what I came up with. This game takes place in an alternate, oppressive universe. Nameless tyrants rule over the nameless masses, and pay no heed to anything but their own gain. While those who rule would like to believe everything is perfect, the true nature of this world is corrupt and damaged. Technology and magic intermingle, empowering one another, and rifts in reality itself are commonplace. In this game, you start with nothing (except a simple knife) and stand to gain everything, up to and including complete control of the universe itself. The only limits are your intelligence, your imagination, and your ingenious use of the materials at hand. I will do my best to provide something unique, and will think through every room of every building with as much clarity as I can muster. Of course, there are things I do not know, for example, if you wanted to build something by hand, tell me how you want to do it precisely and I will determine if the needed resources are present. You have five posts each (counting from the first person to post) per in-game day, conflicts do not count, and will be played out as per most other games on the forum, but otherwise five actions = one day. If you choose to do something at night, post that as well, but every night without sleep leads to a one-point roll penalty the next day, resolved the day after that unless another night action is taken. Sleeping in dangerous areas is, well, dangerous. I will roll if you sleep, say, out in the open in a forest to see if you get mauled by a bear or not. The game starts in a simple, ramshackle cabin made of wood and metal, containing ten wooden beds, a refrigerator, and a monitor hooked up to a satellite and a computer. A hatchet is leaning in the corner. Character Stats: Earth: Karma: +10 Mana Level: 85 Thade: Karma: -10 Mana Level: 40 Jen: Karma: +-0 Mana Level: 85 Mather: Karma: +-0 Mana Level: 35

Ion beam turret, hmmm. What do those do? Also, I have a very large amount of jewellry and technology I can trade.

Ehehehehehehehe Your first mistake as a mod. Joining the game.

Anything large, explosive, protective, explosive, useful in combat, or explosive.

Dyentes begins to use his powers as a seer to determine what to do now.

I ask what they have to trade, and who they are.

Actually, out of curiosity, I'll try this. Name: Dyentes Weapon: Spear Special Advantage: Wings Parent: Odin Starting Area: Scandinavia

I slowly back towards Enigma's position, staying in the shadows.

I send the Hiveship back to the rocky planet, and bring down my 304 with both ZPMs. I try to contact the planet, saying "Hi, I'm bored, anything worth doing 'round here?"

Yodawhats? Anywho, I go to a random unexplored planet on my planet list, with my Hiveship and 304.

I back away into the shadows, and prepare my knives to throw at whatever made the roar.

No way in hell did you make ANOTHER ___-eering game! Someone tell me this is all just a nightmare. We all know you aren't on enough to be a mod, Twinkletide.

Meh. I start attempting to design a personal weapon that utilizes a ZPM, with help from all my Wraith and human allies.

I pin down the injured one by stabbing my katanas through his arms and into the floor, kicking away his gun. I then take out my hunting knives and run zig-zag towards the final enemy, tackling him and stabbing at his throat.