nebulousinsight
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Welcome one, welcome all! So, let's get right down to brass tacks ladies and gents. I'm lookin' to make an RP about a dieselpunk alternative history storyline. For those of you who don't know, DIESELPUNK is:
An art style and imagined history that blends the spirit of the 1920s - 1950s with contemporary technology and attitude. Inspired by roaring movement and revolution: jazz, modern art, world wars, streamlined technology, pulp adventure, and film noir, it focuses on the advent of heavy machinery, light-hearted fun, and the down-and-dirty grit of the first two world wars.
So, now that we got that out of the way, lovelies, let's look at my plot, hmm? I'm thinkin' we focus on the tensions between the USA and Europe, perhaps branching into the Asian countries as time progresses. Everyone loves the Asian persuasion, gentlemen! On the surface all seems well. Both the United States (still hard at work in capitalism) and the European empire (or individual countries [preference to be determined]) seem prosperous, industries booming. Nuclear families are thriving, and no one questions the movements of the government except the typical outcasts.
On the scathing underbelly however, you've got the run-of-the-mill drug dealers, slinging dope, Mary Jane, our Great Lady's Cane, and a slew of other industry standard highs and lows. Beneath even that, in the grime, you've got government agents on both sides. The dance between them is dangerous, even lethal at times. It's a game of secrets, hot rods, hotter bods, and the hottest of weapons just waiting to be fired.
I'm thinkin' now, friends and acquaintances, that we settle into roles. Some will play covert agents, some will play military officials who unwittingly play their part in the overall schemes, and then there will be those naïve housewives who wander out at the wrong time, swept up into the life of espionage. One moment you're bakin' a pie for Big Daddy husband and the next you're seein' the man who baked your bread for 10 years pull out a Ruger on your neighbor and blast 'em.
That's the life, men and women. That's the game. But all's not the game of secrets, no. You have to maintain cover, and that means a big tab to run up at the nation's expense! Live rich, live the high life, and ride that new sportster down the motorway! Nestle deep in betwixt those cabarets and find out whether or not your foreign friend is planning to kill your head of government!
Any takers?
An art style and imagined history that blends the spirit of the 1920s - 1950s with contemporary technology and attitude. Inspired by roaring movement and revolution: jazz, modern art, world wars, streamlined technology, pulp adventure, and film noir, it focuses on the advent of heavy machinery, light-hearted fun, and the down-and-dirty grit of the first two world wars.
So, now that we got that out of the way, lovelies, let's look at my plot, hmm? I'm thinkin' we focus on the tensions between the USA and Europe, perhaps branching into the Asian countries as time progresses. Everyone loves the Asian persuasion, gentlemen! On the surface all seems well. Both the United States (still hard at work in capitalism) and the European empire (or individual countries [preference to be determined]) seem prosperous, industries booming. Nuclear families are thriving, and no one questions the movements of the government except the typical outcasts.
On the scathing underbelly however, you've got the run-of-the-mill drug dealers, slinging dope, Mary Jane, our Great Lady's Cane, and a slew of other industry standard highs and lows. Beneath even that, in the grime, you've got government agents on both sides. The dance between them is dangerous, even lethal at times. It's a game of secrets, hot rods, hotter bods, and the hottest of weapons just waiting to be fired.
I'm thinkin' now, friends and acquaintances, that we settle into roles. Some will play covert agents, some will play military officials who unwittingly play their part in the overall schemes, and then there will be those naïve housewives who wander out at the wrong time, swept up into the life of espionage. One moment you're bakin' a pie for Big Daddy husband and the next you're seein' the man who baked your bread for 10 years pull out a Ruger on your neighbor and blast 'em.
That's the life, men and women. That's the game. But all's not the game of secrets, no. You have to maintain cover, and that means a big tab to run up at the nation's expense! Live rich, live the high life, and ride that new sportster down the motorway! Nestle deep in betwixt those cabarets and find out whether or not your foreign friend is planning to kill your head of government!
Any takers?
