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---[Year 2031]---
"Hey! Come see! I think I've got a solution to the problem with power-pack size for robotic arms!"
A scientist, named Toby, was calling his helper, who was the scientist's clone, called Toby-2. Toby had made a small green cube. Toby-2 was not impressed.
"Have you tried to make a new kind of glow-stick again? Because it is too lumpy. Nobody would buy it."
"No, It is an object that stores about the same amout of eletric energy as a million batterys twise it's size."
"Prove it."
"Ok. I will."
Toby put the cube into a power storage meter that Toby-2 had made, and the screen said "Over 1,000,000 Double A."
Toby-2 looked at the 1cm-squared cube. That cube could power a robot arm for weeks. If you made it an almost-flat plate the size as somebodys back, It would give energy to a robot arm for over a year. And also war cyborgs would be a lot easyer...
---[Year 2032]---
The cyborgs ruled the streets. If a human even poked his head out it would be pushed back in or shot off. The cyborgs included Toby-2, Now known as Toby. He wanted to be more powerfull. Using the robotics he had used before, He started on a no-flesh disign.
Over in a bunker, a man named Alex had a differant Idea. He had learned how to mutate humans. The half-robot forces would be no match for his army now. As he mutated people, giving them whip arms and frog-like powers, he smiled, thinking he had got the half-robots killed once and for all.
---[Year 2035]---
A large war is on. Pure humans were rare now. The full robots had betrayed the half robots. The mutated were attacking all partly robotic things alive. Some half robots- and mutated- had tries to combine themselfs with the other one's wepons. The only way to survive was to hide. And everyone new all the hiding places, even them who want to kill.
-=-[Rules]-=-
The normal roblox roleplay rules.
-=-The CS-=-
[email protected]:
@g.e:
Personality:
HumanParts:
RobotParts:
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[email protected]:Ultimus
@g.e:20
Personality:Determined to get back into a full human somehow.
HumanParts:Brain.
RobotParts:Legs, chest.
MutatedParts:Head stomache and arms.
Items: See weapons
Wepons: An assault rifle, and melee strength.
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(Cool. Here is my CS:)
[email protected]: Z3-R0
@g.e: 16
Personality: An ever-fighting mutated cyborg who will show no mersy
HumanParts: His left blue eye, his mouth and his torso.
RobotParts: His right arm is a robotic arm that is adjusted to look like a real one, he has metal padding under his skin and two robotic legs, also that look human.
MutatedParts: His left arm is replased by a long green snake-like whip.
Items: A Lighter.
Wepons: Only a pistol, His whole body is a wepon. |
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(Sorry about this, But can you explain your Appearance a bit more?) |
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Name: Harold Quackensworth the II
Appearance: Harold wears a black, elegant suit and tie. His dress shoes are shined to perfection and slick black hair. Harold lives in a mansion on Shire Street, in the rich district of Lumburg California.
A.ge: Harold is at the young ag.e of 23
Items (optional): Diamond tipped cane, 24 karat gold rings on each of his fingers. He also carries a silver knife in his inside coat pocket.
Companion (animal): Harold's companion is his flawless cat, Ms. Expensive
Abilities (what you can do with your staff): Harold shoot money out of his cane at lightning speed, slashing and cutting anything in its path.
Bio: A very rich individual.
Personalitiy: Very self centered, loves money more than anything else and is extremely rich.
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(That isn't even a CS for this RP! Not Accepted) |
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Ill start.
*Note: This thread is not for people with weak stomachs or people who feel queezy reading things like this*
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T'was a stormy day. Grubs toe was not looking good.
Purple.
Pulsating
Spewing white puss on the ground. Grub's eye twitched as he went down to feel his toe. Blood squired out onto his cheek before his turned away, heart throbbing. Grub gritted his teeth together and hobbled over to the nearest phone.
His toe nail was a dark yellowish brown. The toe jam tasted like butterscotch, but Grub didn't let that side track him. His grimy feet scraped across the uneven hard wood surface. Blood was spilling everywhere. Puss was seeping through the wood, saturating in further.
Grub couldn't stand the pain and went to the ground. Maggots emerged from the closest crack and started filling his mouth. Warm, chewy and bitter. They ate through his skin and eyeballs. Screaming, Grub tried to crawl away. The maggots kept eating and eating until he was able to see his own intestines. His intestines spread across the floor. Grub couldn't take the pain.
He had to do it.
He gripped onto his small intestine and ripped.
He felt a searing pain.
Moments later, the pain was gone.
Grub had died to his Six Toe. The toe then detached from his foot and headed toward his next victim. |
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