Calcio Posted July 10, 2004 Share Posted July 10, 2004 setting: we see a place where rivers are fresh,water is clean of taste, buildings are shining,his is a city where people can only dream of living in,this is New germine, now we sweep over to a place were all is not so good sky scrapers anre dirty, the water looks scumm this, is old germine. Old Germine is a over crowed Under-rated city nothing much ever happens, it is run by caine McMillan a rich man from New Germine, we see 4 men standing before Caine(these are the party members who i will pick and choose). *flashback* history: 1999: technolagy is poor, food is little, there is no old and new divide (yet). we see the curent leader Javert Macmiller watching over slavesJavert: work harder, harder is say,more work is less work *flash forward* 2345: Javert Macmiller VI is ruler of the landwe see him contiuing the job of his fore fathers *flash fgorward* present day (3004) *Caine Mcmillan stares at the 4 convicts* Caine: more work is less work?!? rules:no spammingno contestsno killing party members Charicter list: if you are you named here you are in the RPG: CalcioPreacherAtroxKain Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Calcio Posted July 10, 2004 Author Share Posted July 10, 2004 Calcio:well my freinds looks like we masy get free for the first time in 15 years of salvery, now that caine has renmbered them words that where spokpen by Javert he might find the meaning (work= time out) of this phrase. *looks around him* what do you think will happen friends? *Caine is on guard and ready to make a presention to the cons* do you really think thsi ... could .. be it...? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Preacher Posted July 11, 2004 Share Posted July 11, 2004 In his own mind, Preacher had long given up on any hope of freedom. He existed only because death refused to take him. Day in, day out, for 15 years he had come to the quarry, smashing rocks with his sledgehammer. A pointless exercise, but that was the idea of it. The sheer monotony of crushing rocks, while the blasts from the quarry brought fresh debris all around him. Some rocks struck him on the back, but he did not care. This massive hulk of a man was simply waiting, waiting for death's sweet oblivion... Suddenly, the sound of an airhorn and shouting indicated that something was a little different today. Hoisting his sledgehammer onto one shoulder, he began to pad over to the gathering crowd... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peregrine Posted July 11, 2004 Share Posted July 11, 2004 Read the pinned threads before posting. And DO NOT REPOST THIS THREAD. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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