TheBestIdiot122

Everyone, you can put your guns away now... I finally posted. Sorry about the huge delay.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - INITIALIZATION...OK .......... ACCOUNT LOGIN REQUIRED. NAME: ********* PASSWORD: ***************** .......... ACCOUNT VERIFIED. WELCOME BACK, MR.---- .......... ERROR, UNKNOWN FEED CONNECTION FOUND. DIAGNOSE? [Y]/N .......... FEED FOUND. ACCESS RESTRICTED CAMERA FOOTAGE. CAMERA B20192 OF SECTOR *CLASSIFIED*. COUNTER OPTIONS AVAILABLE. LOCK CONNECTION? [Y]/N .......... LOCKING CONNECTION....DONE. CONNECTION LOST. VIEW FOOTAGE? [Y]/N..... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The sound of a metal door opening echoed through the small metal interior of the room. Abigail walked into the room with the incredibly loud tapping of her heels against the wooden floor. Abigail always hated this room, as it was reminded her of the monster that works here. Taking a note of the room, Abigail began to look around. The only light was available from a small desk lamp that was set neatly on the corner, lightly illuminating the dark room with an eerie glow. On the desk was papers of certain documentation; medical reports, cybernetic blueprints, and other things. The only sound that came from the small room was the light scratching sound of a pencil writing vigorously. The man sitting at the desk looked deep in thought as only his pencil seemed to go faster with each passing second, with his lightly glowing eyes catching the woman's attention. Abigail walked up to the end of the desk, setting down the small bundle of books she was ordered to bring to the man. Of course, this only made a chill send down her spine as she looked upon the mans face, and almost immeditly turned away. She didn't want to look at the monster of the government. "Will that be all, Dr. Bertrand?" Abigail asked, her voice slightly cracking at her nervousness. "No, thank you Mrs.Evans," Adrian replied with his usual gruff and heavy French accent, also never looking up from his writing. Abigail didn't hesitate from his answer. Quickly turning around she walked out of the room and shutting the door behind her, not saying a word again to him. Adrian stopped his writing and looked up to see the door shut again as Abigail left. He couldn't blame her, really. She-like many others-know about his work. They probably think of him as a monster. A villain who works with no mercy. Again, he couldn't blame them. The stories of what he's done is no secret to him, but he doesn't deny them. Hell, most of the stories are true, though not accurate, which Adrian was thankful for. People probably wouldn't even come close to him if they were on the spot detail. Adrian set down the pencil from his death grip with a light sigh. He knew that in only about an hour he would have to do what everyone was so afraid of. People didn't like him because he did his work with no emotion, mercy, and would do it in a seconds heart beat. No one understands, and he thought that they would never will. Breaking away from his thoughts, Adrian looked down at the paper. He smirked slightly, reading over what was written. This was nothing new to him, it was just something that he has to do each time he visits a patient. He can't do the same thing every time. That would be ineffective to the next patient, and he couldn't have that. The sudden beep from his desk phone jolted him from his reading. Reaching over and pressing a glowing button, the speaker turned on. Adrian was a person who received little to no calls. So, when someone calls, it's usually important. Though, mainly the calls are to fill him in with the new "patients" that he would have. This wasn't the case, however. "Dr.Bertrand. How's the old man doing?" The cherish young man's voice filled the room. Adrian chuckled irritability, knowing already who it was. "What do you want, Chase," He asked quickly, not wanting to continue. "Oh nothing, ju-" He started, but Adrian quickly hung up the phone before he could continue. Adrian didn't have time for these little childish games that Chase always played on him.

The Unofficial tally so far is: Government: 4 Recalcitrancy: 5

Mine isn't done, either. This is more of a placement as I'm really, really tired and I'll likely finish it tomorrow morning. Name: Adrian Bertrand Age: 45 Race( Caucasian, African, Asian, Hispanic, etc.) French Caucasian Occupation: Government Neurologist/Experimental Inventor Alignment: (are they a morally good person, bad person, have no standing etc) Neutral Evil. Appearance: He has close-cropped silver-grey hair with "steely green" eyes which appear to be prosthetic (Cybernetic Implants). Adrian has a slight beard and stands about 5'9" while only having a simple build at 152 pounds. Armour and/or clothing: Off duty: Adrian is dressed in an impeccable futuristic-style suit. On Duty: Simple white button up shirt and black slacks with a lab coat. Weapons: Glock 19 handgun (Government Issue; used rarely but mainly for self defense) Skills:As most Government employees, Adrian was trained to use simple firearms (Handguns, rifles ect.). Adrian's intellect helps him in quick time decisions. This also helps his manipulation skills, as he is often called for "interrogating" Rebels. Background: Adrian was born in the Middle-Upper class family in Hope. His family, including his Uncle: Duliar Bertrand were deeply graded to work with the Government; His mother a tactician while his father was a engineer. Though, neither of these interested Adrian. He was more interested about the "memory loss" issue that the city seems to have. Duliar took notice to Adrian's growing fascination with people, how they work and wanting to study them. Already the plan began to form in his mind, to use Adrian for his own gains. Duliar was a Neurologist and was the one to start Adrian's life of obsession and marking his sanity for the rest of his life. Duliar wasn't normal, but who was? Though Duliar... was something else. He could be often found researching something for hours on end, seemingly just because he wanted too. However, no-one would ever know his ever so secret obsession of Cybernetics. Duliar believed that Human's weren't meant to become weak from disease, thirst or hunger. These "weaknesses" disgusted Duliar, and he wanted to fix them by, literally, replacing the human body with complete cybernetics. There was one problem, though. Duliar was diagnosed with brain cancer, and was surely going to die soon. This is when Adrian came in; Duliar told everything that he knew to Adrian, but also in an odd way. He told Adrian it was "God's Will" that Humans transform themselves because of the super bug. The super bug in his vision was God's way of saying they're weak. Adrian took Duliar's words to heart, which only seemed to fuel his believe in his evolution of mankind obsession that has developed over the years. Now much older, Adrian continues his research, and experiments on anyone he could afford too, even himself.

As many of you may already have known, the game developer company Undead Labs has been making a new Open-World survival zombie game. This game was known as Class 3... Well, not any more! Class 3 will now be officially known as State of Decay. With a new fancy trailer that was released.

Unreal can be used for anything... Well, mostly everything. like Paranormal is a Horror indie game, that used the Unreal game engine. It's a pretty awesome game, but it has obvious limitations because of the Unreal Engine, but it was well on it's way for being great. However, it is still in beta. So who knows what the creator can come out with.

If you value the Fable series... I would stay FAR, FAR away from the third. It's the worst out of the three so far. Also agreeing with Jim here, dumping down for consoles is completely idiotic.

Jumping slightly at the such random sound of an explosion, he saw that Vlad had ran out of the store, so Zane followed Vlad out of the Super-Duper Mart, to reveal the scene where Morgan had, with quite bad irony, slammed himself into a lamppost. This made Zane laugh slightly, though he felt bad, he couldn't help but slightly laugh. However, he walked over to where Morgan was laying and held out his hand, to help him up. "I'm sorry that I laughed, but it was so ironic that you walked into a lamp post..." He said, but trailed off. still trying to hold back his laughter. Still, it wasn't something to be made fun of. He did lose his eye, so his perspective on things are much more different than what everyone else can see. After the thought, his laughs were immeditly cut off, and met with a blank, but serious expression. "Does anyone know how the explosion happened?" Zane asked

I completely forgot about the Armory. *Facepalm* Just... forget I said anything on the subject. For the Legion story, it can stay... but we'd just have to edit it a little bit. Instead of having about a whole Army come to Capitol Wasteland, your Legionnaires are like a scouting party? Like of about 60 people? It's not a whole lot, and they don't have crazy army numbers so it doesn't DE-rail the whole plot.

I just read over my last post. I sound totally retarded *Herp derp* I was really tired when I wrote it, so it kinda didn't make sense in what I was trying to say. XD I was trying to say that you can have a Personal Vendetta, and not totally get rid of it. I wanted it to be something that we can do if an event occurred, and everyone got all "COME AT ME BRO!" Syndrome. :D So, it doesn't sound like It's one person leading a group that was following him to pay his personal vendetta. With the event, it would be that everyone has a beef with Malcolm of some sort. (I'm not sure about the event, It could be anything really). What I wanted was like, it wasn't just a Leader and his/her followers. It was the whole group acting as their own. Everyone had an opinion and it wasn't just; "You follow me, I'm your leader and you'll get the whip otherwise!", I don't want it to be like that. Regarding the OP characters, this will be dropped by me. I don't want to continue the argument further, and if any concerns of mine come up will not be discussed here. I will PM you Mike, or Tokyo.

I wasn't saying to disagreeing with you, or anyone else for that matter. I was saying, however, that it seems we've turned into "The Lone Wanderer Team B" Really. (As one is a leader, and the rest follow). And yes, that is true about "Quests and Stuff", but it shouldn't be our main goal about things. It should be, like an off hand thing. A thing that we might come across in our travels, but it shouldn't be something on our main focus. Our main goal? Is to survive, scavenge what we can in the world. Survive it's hardships and have a good time with friends. Wasn't that the whole point of it starting?

You... you guys just TOTALLY missed my point. I'm not targeting you guys Individually, I was talking about the GROUP. Either it be the Legion fighting side, or Vlad's revenge quest to kill Malcolm. The group still resides in the "Chosen Ones" or "Vigilantes". This whole RP was supposed to be adventures in the Wasteland, not about quests and stuff.

Okay, as the friction is still here. I'd like to bring a pointer from my friend from a different forum. I will try and explain as best as I can, and hopefully, we can come up with a compromise. Point Number 17: Don't run away with an RP, this is a common sense one but it still happens. Usually a pair of people get into a groove with each other and just keep posting back to back which leaves the other Players running to catch up and sacrificing their story ideas because you and your buddy wanted to play with each other, this is selfish and unprofessional. This; is what pretty much happened to the RP. It became completely out of control, and took the RP away from what was actually attended to be. Also adding, the lore from the Fallout Universe, this plot line, would make no sense whatsoever. Still, it wasn't really Flipout's fault. As because, we kinda... let it happen. Well, we weren't expecting this sort of thing. As because, this sort of thing should have been suggested in the OOC first before it was implemented into the RP. Also, I think we should all reflect back onto Tokyo's rules from the very first page. These are the main ones that have the biggest problem in the RP right now. As number one insists, no; lone wanderers, couriers, vault dwellers, or chosen ones here. From what I've seen, it seems the group has fallen into the "Chosen Ones" category. Since, it seems that it will take our whole group to bring down the Legion. Which of course, makes no sense in the first place. This RP was really meant to be adventures in the Wasteland, not go on an Epic quest to become 'Heroes' against the Legion. Now, we come to number two in this. I won't say who, but there ARE some characters that are just plain ridiculous. Or, OP as in this case. If you know who you are, please consider removing a few things to make them less OP in sorts. Make them have weaknesses and strengths. Here we go. The most broken rule of them all. This rule, has been ignored to the most highest of consent. Of course, I'm talking about number four. In this case, it was multiple people posting multiple things, and with that, leaving some people behind. Like the rule states: BE PATIENT. As in, if you post, wait for everyone else to get a post in before you post again. Some people don't have time to come and post, and some people really don't want to go and read though 10 pages and keep trying to keep up. We don't want to make this a second job, so please don't make it harder on people. If we followed this rule in the first place, we wouldn't have this sort of issue anymore. Last but not least, and another big rule. Have fun! And don't ruin others peoples fun. If people want to go beat up some Legion baddies, let them! You don't have to group up with them at all, you can go do whatever you feel like is fun. To end my post, I will end with another point from my friend. 14: s*** happens, no one can see into the future and no one can stop all the bad stuff from happening and it does no good worrying over it all the time, sometimes you can't help it so it does no good being a worrywart. Deal with it as best you can and ask for help if you need it. Stay strong and don't let it get you down. I hope this brings some understanding to the group, and we shall decided what we're going to do.

I agree, really. I pretty much stopped posting because of how ridiculous of the events that were happening. All the events, made no sense, whatsoever. I think we just need to start over (Not with a new thread... just start over,) and do things a little bit more better. Also, there are two another concerns of mine. One was the really, short and quick responses that sent the RP down a spiral, that left multiple people panicking because if you even left for about 20 minutes, there could be almost two more pages filled with short, but still irritating to read responses. This was another reason why I left, because when someone posted something, and it's short and undetailed, it makes it much more harder to work with. I try to write AT LEAST a paragraph, so whoever posts after me, has something to work with and use. Another thing, it delays my post's much more, and when my post's get delayed, people slip in another short response. Which, ends up me editing my post to include your post also. See how much work it causes? It can be very stressful at times. The other concern, was when people find random stuff that are really, just stupid. Like, when a Raider was carrying a perfectly fine M16. Of course, it can happen, but it's so unlikely that it was kinda stupid. I'm not judging your RP skills and whatnot, but try to think if that would be realistic in Fallout terms. /endrant

Gabriel continued to sit in his room, staring out the window until the nice sunset came into view. However, Gabriel had other plans. After the sun finally set below the Mountains, he needed to go explore the halls once more, and hopefully catch anything suspicious. He thought that they're wouldn't be any Death Eater spies in Hogwarts, but it hasn't stopped them before. Once down the tower, Gabriel held the tiny rock in his palm, and said a few phrases. His eye color turned bright yellow, and his surroundings were easily seen. Now, it was time to stalk the halls... He started with the dorms; first the boys, then the girls. After no successes, he continued around the school, hopeful that he wouldn't see anything. It was almost to the point of time where Gabriel thought he was wasting his time, and could go back to bed. Though, something caught his attention to the corner of his eye. Turning quickly, he could definitely tell it was a person, and began to follow closely. It was still to dark to tell who it was, but it was obviously a woman.