Carcer City, ten years before Valiant Enterprise creates the DVD's concerning James Earl Cash.
It was a peacefull day. The sun shone brightly in the sky warming up the surface to a pleasant degree. Around it were but a few clouds as white as snow that threatened to block the rays of sunshine. But nobody seemed to care. The many establishments and food carts served a great variety of icecreams and soda's that were only the frosting on the cake. Nobody realised that this would be the first day of Carcer's destruction.
Inside the office of a large mansion sat Starkweather. A dozen television screens and five computer screens flashed on before him. The TV screens were devided into five sub sections and the computer screens showed an A.OK for whatever Starkweather was planning to do. He picked up the phone and auto dialed a number. It rang only once before the recipient picked up.
'This is Starkweather. Commence the operation.'
Ten minutes had passed since that short phonecall. A man in a jogging suit, carrying a with barbwire strapped baseballbat, sneaked up to a policeofficer and smashed in his skull. The pins of the barb wire pulled with them pieces of skin which unleashed a flow of blood on the ground. Panick arose in the surroundings and others with bats came from the dark parts of the streets. The first hooligan pulled a stick from his pocket and pushed in a red button on top, detonating several explosives that were set on strategic locations. Other gangs of hooligans showed their faces and started rioting too. Soon the entire city was engulved in a stream of violence and gore, all controlled and taped by Starkweather.
You are an innocent caught in the greatest riot the world had ever seen. To survive is your only goal. Seen as a hooligan by the police and as a victim by the hooligans, surviving is a difficult task. Through multimedia means you have already heard that there is now a
Inside the office of a large mansion sat Starkweather. A dozen television screens and five computer screens flashed on before him. The TV screens were devided into five sub sections and the computer screens showed an A.OK for whatever Starkweather was planning to do. He picked up the phone and auto dialed a number. It rang only once before the recipient picked up.
'This is Starkweather. Commence the operation.'
Ten minutes had passed since that short phonecall. A man in a jogging suit, carrying a with barbwire strapped baseballbat, sneaked up to a policeofficer and smashed in his skull. The pins of the barb wire pulled with them pieces of skin which unleashed a flow of blood on the ground. Panick arose in the surroundings and others with bats came from the dark parts of the streets. The first hooligan pulled a stick from his pocket and pushed in a red button on top, detonating several explosives that were set on strategic locations. Other gangs of hooligans showed their faces and started rioting too. Soon the entire city was engulved in a stream of violence and gore, all controlled and taped by Starkweather.
You are an innocent caught in the greatest riot the world had ever seen. To survive is your only goal. Seen as a hooligan by the police and as a victim by the hooligans, surviving is a difficult task. Through multimedia means you have already heard that there is now a
State Of Emergency
A Valiant production
This Role Play is based upon the game State of Emergency, situated in the city seen in Manhunt.
There will be no godmodding or powerplaying
You will respect the rules and guidelines generally accepted by the board and posted in the stickies.
This is a free-roaming Role Play, meaning you chose what to do. There is a storyline, so I'll post events concerning the story from time to time.
Original Characters only.
Set up a standard template, "It's Morphin Time!" must be somewhere in this template.
I request nothing more than a four line bio. This is just an RP to have fun with. Just like in the Games this RP is inspired by.
Powerfull weapons such as Machineguns are obtained only from the law or from the hooligans. Meaning you must obtain them during the RP.
Name: James Vineyard
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black cargo pants, black shoe's, a blue T-shirt and a red shirt. His hair is rather messy and his eyes are greying.
Weapons: Knife, Socom Mk 23.
Bio: James was born in a poor family. As a child he adored the Power Ranger. It's Morphin Time, he always said. Never having anything worth showing off, he takes on a life as an outcast. Both in school as outside. He grew with a formidable imagination and intelligence, he learns to be a writer. To learn more for his books, he studies several forms of martial arts, weapon skills and the criminal world. Now he was living on his own in a large white appartment on the top floor of an expensive hotel. His wealth was obtained just recently by the bestseller book he had managed to write. This riot would surely supply him with the material he needed to write another one.
There will be no godmodding or powerplaying
You will respect the rules and guidelines generally accepted by the board and posted in the stickies.
This is a free-roaming Role Play, meaning you chose what to do. There is a storyline, so I'll post events concerning the story from time to time.
Original Characters only.
Set up a standard template, "It's Morphin Time!" must be somewhere in this template.
I request nothing more than a four line bio. This is just an RP to have fun with. Just like in the Games this RP is inspired by.
Powerfull weapons such as Machineguns are obtained only from the law or from the hooligans. Meaning you must obtain them during the RP.
Name: James Vineyard
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black cargo pants, black shoe's, a blue T-shirt and a red shirt. His hair is rather messy and his eyes are greying.
Weapons: Knife, Socom Mk 23.
Bio: James was born in a poor family. As a child he adored the Power Ranger. It's Morphin Time, he always said. Never having anything worth showing off, he takes on a life as an outcast. Both in school as outside. He grew with a formidable imagination and intelligence, he learns to be a writer. To learn more for his books, he studies several forms of martial arts, weapon skills and the criminal world. Now he was living on his own in a large white appartment on the top floor of an expensive hotel. His wealth was obtained just recently by the bestseller book he had managed to write. This riot would surely supply him with the material he needed to write another one.