Apocalypse RP

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Apocalypse RP

Apocalypse RP

December 21, 2012 and all that. I vote aliens have some part in it.

Anybody want to?

submitted by SC, age FOR NARNIA, ALLONS-Y!
(August 18, 2012 - 7:45 pm)

~Epsilon Five~

Angry Birds.
Really, it was the only good thing humans had ever made.

Sitting in a chamber of the Avenging Unicorn, there seemed to be nothing else to do but play this simple game of trajectory until orders came. It seemed ironic that with literally hundreds of incredibly advanced features on our standard-issue suits, the most used one of all was Angry Birds.

"Epsilon Five! Omega Three! Report to Sector 8." The voice crackled over the loudspeakers. Surprised, I looked up from my game, letting a little red bird catapault into oblivion. There was another person standing up across the room, a tall young man with striped tiger-like scales. Omega Three, I presumed.

Reaching down to where my legs would be, my fingers searched for a moment before they found a little button labelled "Unlock". I spun one of my wheels in the air experimentally before rolling forward towards the door. It slid open smoothly.

"Er..." The youth behind me cleared his throat.

"What is it?" I asked, already 78% sure of the answer.

"I don't mean to be rude, but... why do you have wheels instead of legs?" Omega Three didn't seem to be nervous, just unsure.

"Oh, that," I replied, as if I hadn't already guessed his question. "I just figured rolling around all the time would be more fun than walking."

"Is it?" he said.

"Of course not!" I snapped. "You think I was being serious? I lost my legs in a meteor crash. Don't look so embarrassed," I added. "Everyone asks."

Sector 8 wasn't far, and the sterile white passages were fairly clear of people. There were a few other starship soldiers walking around, but we were already mostly prepared to start the invasion.

The person waiting for us was a woman, which was a little surprising. Women were technically allowed in the army, but most of them had ground jobs, communicating to our ship from the home planet. This one was average height (still taller than me, of course) and had light green skin. She was bent over a control board when we came in.

"Omega Three?" she asked, straightening up. Omega Three saluted.

"You're being transferred to section 3B," she said. "Mammilian sample capture." (A/N: Zach L., you said you wanted your opening scene to be abducting cows!)

Omega Three nodded and left the room. The woman turned to me.

"Epsilon Five?" she said. I saluted. As if it weren't obvious, I thought, seeing her glance at my wheels.

"You're being transferred to 7H," she said. "Enemy ship defense."

I saluted again, three fingers out and thumb in. I tried to stop a gleeful smile from showing on my face as I left the room. If wheels could jump, I would have skipped all the way to 7H. Enemy defense was my dream job.

"Start up the cannons!" I heard, just as I rolled in. "We've got another ship to starboard!"

"What kind?" Shouted another. I looked around in confusion at the flashing warning lights. Someone was studying the screen, and he looked worried.

"It looks... Irken."

submitted by Alexandra, age XIII (13), Avenging Unicorn
(September 22, 2012 - 12:08 pm)

Tof -

I'm on patrol. I hate this job. I wish I was in Defenses. I then see a large ship nearing the outer layer of the armada. The name is in a language I don't understand. I get my translator out of my Pak and hold it up to the windshield. The Avenging Unicorn, it reads. I quickly report back to the Massive. I walk swiftly into the control room and kneel down.

"My Tallest, a ship is approaching. It could pose a threat. She is approaching to port. Her name is The Avenging Unicorn."

Tallest Red swallows his chips before he responds. "Thank you for your input, soldier. Any information is valuable. It might not be needed, though." Tallest Purple whispers something to Tallest Red, who nods in agreement. Tallest Purple addresses me formally.

"Invader Tof, due to your loyalty and height, you have been promoted to Defenses. Do you accept?"

"Yes," I reply formally. When I get outside, I pump my fist in the air and skip all the way to defenses. Soon after I get there, I am assigned to one of the battle ships. So far, my new station is awesome.

 

Sorry its short, couldn't think of much more.

submitted by Tof, age 35 (15), The armada
(September 26, 2012 - 10:27 pm)

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submitted by Top, age Top, Top
(September 30, 2012 - 3:14 pm)

I am new to thi. Ccan someone explain what to do?

submitted by Tovah. L, age !!, Massachussetts
(October 2, 2012 - 3:02 pm)

@Tovah L.: Hi! Basically, you just make up a character that fits with the story, write a profile for them, and then write parts of the story with your and other people's character. A profile should have your character's name, gender, age, race, appearance, personality, and some other things. Feel free to join!

submitted by Alexandra, age XIII (13), Never Land
(October 2, 2012 - 8:19 pm)

I've been doing this for a while, and I still generally base my profiles on other people's 

submitted by Melody, age 14, World of Motion
(October 4, 2012 - 4:11 pm)

@Tovah

I just invited someone from Massachusetts to this website.  It's probably not you, but would you happen to be Tweedle Dee/Tyrone? 

submitted by Melody, age 14, World of Motion
(October 4, 2012 - 2:51 pm)

@Tovah

I just invited someone from Massachusetts to this website.  It's probably not you, but would you happen to be Tweedle Dee/Tyrone? 

submitted by Melody, age 14, World of Motion
(October 4, 2012 - 2:52 pm)

@Melody

No that is not me.

submitted by Tovah. L, age !!, Massachussetts
(October 7, 2012 - 8:08 am)

Yeah, sorry, I didn't think it would be.

submitted by Melody, age 14, Horizons
(October 7, 2012 - 11:59 am)

TOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOPTOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

submitted by TOP, age TOP, TOP
(October 21, 2012 - 8:35 pm)