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Finally... => Forum Games and Roleplaying => Topic started by: GlyphGryph on August 15, 2010, 08:00:11 am
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You awaken to find yourself in what appears to be some sort of automated medical facility, medical tools busily whirring away, working on... you. You're not sure how you got here. The sharp pain is starting to fade though, and the machines themselves seem to be slowly coming to a stop. As you try to move your muscles, you feel them groan in protest.
You tilt the nearby mirror, allowing you a good look at yourself, post-surgery.
What do you see?
Note: You are not necessarily human. While your appearance needs to be realistically workable and sensible, you have many options. The one major exception is no flying - whatever you are, you're land-bound.
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Go-Go Gadget Force Freakout!
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I have no idea what that means!
Also, at this point in the game you wouldn't have any noticeable cybernetics for those considering it, or any special race based powers (though you might find some out later on) that you know of.
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Your face has no doubt been human before, but you're too long gone now. The mutations have turned it into just a bloated mass of flesh.
((What? You didn't specify the type of surgery >_>))
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I'd say... Felis Sapiens (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Felis_sapiens), because a cat-person just sounds cool right now...
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Heh... I'll give a bit of background to assist. You've basically just been saved from death through extensive surgery. While the machines would try to make you look as much like your previous self as possible, its effectiveness IS certainly up to you, so a horribly disfigured "bloated mass of flesh".
Of course, since I'll be drawing this in vector art and rather simplistic, a "bloated mass of flesh" would probably just end up looking like a fat guy...
And yeah, The Cat isn't a cat person! He's just a cat! That happens to look like a person, because thats what cats LOOK like, duh. :P
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Fine then, PLAN B: WE ARE THE BORG, the surgery equipment is just an extension of our own self! and/or we were just assimilated...
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But... you can still do Plan A... I didn't say no cat person!
Just that if you called the Cat a cat-person he'd probably be upset with you...
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Species: A humanoid salamander, it has six stubby legs, it has 4 dexterous tentacles on it's back, it has two sinuous tails, it is adorable.
Operation: the end of one tail is gone, some patches of our skin are temporarily replaced by an artificial material, and we got a few pretty bad scars, but otherwise fine.
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We are a anthropomorphic cat. the surgery was to restore our vision after a terrible fire accident. Our wife died in the fire.
We have brown fur and long whiskers. We are perpetually pissed off about nothing in particular. We enjoy breaking 'shit'.
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We are a human. Our skin is burnt and outright replaced by metal in various areas. A blood red cyborg eye sits in our left eye socket.
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Heh, okay, two votes for cat-person, so this guys race is gonna be cat people, but the humanoid salamander race is probably my favorite of the suggestions. You'll get to pick more races as the game gets going, so keep that idea in mind... I'd actually use it here, but I'm working with sort of a new program and doubt I'd be up to drawing it yet.
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you could always COMBINE the cat and salamander ideas. I described the physical caractersistics, but maybe you could givi it the personality and body language and habits and such of the cats people wanted.
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You pull the mirrored surface closer as you sit up, and get a good look at yourself. What you see staring back at you must be your own face, but you find it unfamiliar at best.
You spend some time trying to remember why you are here. What happened to you? You simply have no idea. There are memories, but they're hazy... fractured. People screaming, pain, those things are still fresh in your memory... but beyond that, nothing.
With a sudden flurry of activity, the various tools and limbs and medical devices that surround you draw back beneath the table, except for the light. A small ding sounds from the wall, and a voice says "Procedure complete. Patients recovery status has reached a functional level." You think it's pretty safe to assume it applies to you. A quick reveals no other patients in the room, just two other empty tables. The important bit, though...
Functional. Pushing a light sheet off you, you swing your feet around, and stretch your muscles. First one arm, then the other, then your legs. There are several sharp spots of pain throughout your body as you do so, but you decide to ignore them for now. You're not sure what's going on, but you need to find out. You place them gingerly on the cold metal of the floor, and then slip forward, slowly... only to feel them give beneath you, banging your elbow on the edge of the table as you rush to catch yourself. You grimace a little, but pull yourself back to your feet and try again.
First, stand. Then, take a step. Another step. Another.
You feel control returning as you walk around the moderately sized medical room a few times, until your satisfied your in no risk of suddenly toppling over again.
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Now you take some time to really look at your surroundings. There's the medical table you were on, tools safely stowed. There are two others in the room, along the same wall. Some sort of screen and terminal is built into one of the walls, and alongside another wall are two closed metal doors.
The floor, which you initially took to be metal, is actually closer to a hard, white plastic. You stretch your toes, and look down. You've only just noticed that you are also, apparently, naked.
What should you do next? See if you can open one of the doors? Try to use the terminal? Something else?
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Oh we look so silly. :P
The doors, (try to) open them.
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look for ventillation shaft in the ceilling/walls. leap up to it if available. ponder how the heck the surgery made you look so weird. dance if both previous options are unatainable.
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Spend a good amount of time licking self.
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Spend a good amount of time licking self.
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No. Just... No.
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Grab sheet and wear it like a toga. Try and use the terminal. If unresponsive try the doors.
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... you shuld have chosen the salamander. That art style just dosn't go well with fur.
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... you shuld have chosen the salamander. That art style just dosn't go well with fur.
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Was that really necessary?
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You quickly grab the sheet and tie around you into a sort of crude toga. You're not sure what's going on, but you doubt you'll make a good impression on anyone you run into if you're scampering around naked. You take another look around the room, noting the tiny air ducts used to filter air in and out of the room, usually alive with a gentle hum, are silent. Shrugging your shoulders, you move to the leftmost door to see if you can figure out how to open it. You don't have to do much - it opens on it's own as you approach, with a gentle whoosh, separating into three panels that quickly disapear into the walls and ceiling. You step out the door and take a look around.
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There's a short hallway here. To your left is the door you came from, ahead of you is a t-junction, and behind you is another door - one that isn't opening, even if you approach it.
Where are you going to go next?
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Go to "Head". Because if we go to the "Hub" Heads will likely roll.
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Sorry. :P
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You realize you have to use the bathroom really really bad so go to the head and relieve yourself.
Also, could you not use the dark green? It's kinda hard to see on the darkling theme.
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Damn it, I was using the other, apparently never used in a nautical term, definition of head (the bow of a ship, which is actually where the term "head" for toilet actually came from from, according to wikipedia.) I didn't even think of toilet when I wrote it.
Okay, gonna have to fix it - actually, signs on a ship this size don't even make sense, so I'm just going to remove them. If you decide to move down the hallway, I'll give you guys a view/description of both ways anyways.
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Down the hallway.
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In a feint of forshadowing, feel the sudden urge to train your ability to dodge, then procede to by running at the door behind you and dodge away from it just before you impact on its surface. reapeat until you accidentally run into the door or sustain an injury.
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Instead of fighting doors, paw at the air.
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Do a barrel roll!