TIBERIUMS CHOSEN
Markus Smitikus, or Mark, was sitting in his office tinted in red light. Communications had been down for the last few weeks and he felt that he missed something important. Just as he finished with some important documents, his comms officer entered.
"Good news, sir. The...
Hive of the Great Mother
The Queen was lonely. She was telepathically connected to all the other members of her hive but they only followed her commands. They never said anything themselves.
And the Queen hated being lonely.
So she experimented. Crafted her own traits into the newborn. And...
I was thinking of creating a character that is a sort of "super-human". Either artificially created or heavily genemodded before/shortly after birth with every beneficial gene (xeno or otherwise) available. They were born into a "distant" (if that is the correct word for it) part of the imperial...
Quite interested. How much freedom do we have with what we write and catch? I imagine legendaries would be your domain. And It's based on Infinite Fusion, correct?
Ragnar Fireheart
The start of the tournament was spectacular to say the least and Ragnar was enjoying every bit of it. The commentators, the judges, the audience, and, most importantly, the fighters. With his fellow Fezinians he shouted and cheered as if the tournament would only last...
Gerrard Karlos Nukehammer
"Copy mission control, team eight over and out."
Garys expression darkened. A rescue mission wasn't unusual but they seem to be getting more and more dangerous. As if these damn bugs are getting smarter. But worrying won't help his comrades who are currently trying not...
Ragnar Fireheart
The Grand Tournament. A perfect opportunity for Ragnar to test his limits. Sure, he has faced powerful foes before but aside from his mentors he was never pushed to use everything he could, and couldn't, do. So Ragnar joined in hopes to face strong enemies as well as...
Gerrard Karlos Nukehammer
Gerrard was on his way to the armory next to the drop pods and as relaxed as he could be so early in the morning when the alarm started. "Hope it has nothing to do with me...", he grumbled to himself as he pulled out his datapad to check what was going on. His eyes...
Gerrard Karlos Nukehammer, or Gary for his friends, slept deep in his bunk. He had some late missions yesterday and tried to get in as many hours of sleep as possible - although he always fell short. An alarm tried to wake him up only to be slapped aside and a second alarm going off. After a bit...
Thanks for the clearing things up, makes sense that we focus more on the "Evil mega corporation" side of things.
Changed the alcoholism for being addicted to nicotine and added a bit more to the CS, it's pretty much finished aside from the PFP. That I'll add tomorrow