Sonichu The Eternal Julabyss Spiral - An Don't Zap to the Extreme Campaign

[Halberd Sonichu]

Participating Players @Kataomoi00@A Hot Potato @Postal Dude @RADICALGOBLIN @A Random @Kartoffel
The Characters

Spoiler

Kataomoi00
1) What’s your character's name?

Katrina Hedwing

2) What really Grinds your Gears? This is your “Stress Power”, a mundane thing you’re really good at. It can be anything, as long as it’s possible for a normal person to do it. Probably not as well as you, though.

I carry around a first aid kit, and I'm pretty good at using it to help heal most injuries. I can also use the tools in the first aid kit as decent weapons when needed.

3) What can you do that you can’t explain? This is your “Madness power”, an impossible thing that you can inexplicably do due to exposure to Magi-Chan’s powers. It can be anything, as long as it’s impossible, but Chris-inspired ones are very very welcome.

I have the power to create illusions that stun and confuse any enemy in my way. The only con with this power is that the illusion is temporary. If I break concentration, or if I get too far away from the enemy, they break free from the illusion.

4) Why does Chris hate you? This is the big one. Each of your characters has done something against CWCville’s laws.

A friend and I took a risk and skipped out on having to go to the mayor's mandatory "city hall meetings". All he did there was ramble (via Facebook or PlayStation network) to the citizens about the usual: The diabolical Pmurt, skunks, heartsweets, how he's been so lonely for so long and how the world is filled with JERKS. No one has time for that.

5) For one reason or another you find yourself in the CWCvile Ghetto. What's your business there?

My friend and I got separated while trying to escape from the Cwcville power rangers - I somehow wounded up in the ghetto. I plan on trying to meet up with my friend again and hide outside of Cwcville just until everything blows over. While I would like to escape the city altogether, I and many others have been told time and time again that there is no life and no way to survive outside the city.

A Hot Potato
1) What’s your character's name?

Amy Motorola

2) What really Grinds your Gears? This is your “Stress Power”, a mundane thing you’re really good at. It can be anything, as long as it’s possible for a normal person to do it. Probably not as well as you, though.

I am considered really cute, and can use my charms to accomplish my goals.

3) What can you do that you can’t explain? This is your “Madness power”, an impossible thing that you can inexplicably do due to exposure to Magi-Chan’s powers. It can be anything, as long as it’s impossible, but Chris-inspired ones are very very welcome.

The only person besides chris that has mastered the "Curse-he-ha-me-ha". My version brings the victims greatest fears to life!

4) Why does Chris hate you? This is the big one. Each of your characters has done something against CWCville’s laws. Usually this is open-ended, but the following are listed as examples:

Not only was I a cute girl who wouldn't date him, but I also voted for Donald Trump.

5) For one reason or another you find yourself in the CWCvile Ghetto. What's your business there?

Trying to think of ways to overthrow Chris-Chan, and make Cwcville into my own vision. For some reason, I can think better in run down places.

RADICALGOLBIN
1) What’s your character's name?

Shinji "Off The Hinjis" Ikari

2) What really Grinds your Gears?

I've prided myself in driving literally everything with A class proficiency. Robots, Cars, Golf Carts, everything.

3) What can you do that you can’t explain? This is your “Madness power”, an impossible thing that you can inexplicably do due to exposure to Magi-Chan’s powers.

My angst can be used to make my enemies bored to tears when done improperly.

4) Why does Chris hate you?

He found me listening to music that wasn't shitty Bubblegum Pop.

5) For one reason or another you find yourself in the CWCvile Ghetto. What's your business there?

Pissed off at my dad like any generic teen in the 2000s onward, I, in vain, wished to find a worse father figure.

Somehow that was really easy.

Postal Dude
1) What’s your character's name?

The Postal Dude

2) What really Grinds your Gears?

Pissing. I have very good aim and range, and can keep going for quite a while.

3) What can you do that you can’t explain? This is your “Madness power”, an impossible thing that you can inexplicably do due to exposure to Magi-Chan’s powers.

I can create bullet-time whenever I get high. This applies to everyone except for myself; I move at normal speed for its duration while everything else is slown down.


4) Why does Chris hate you?

I'm an evil drug smoker. I managed to fly under the radar for quite a while before my raging crack addiction caught up with me and Chris was on to my illicit activities.

5) For one reason or another you find yourself in the CWCvile Ghetto. What's your business there?

Searching for the legendary CWCville Meth Emporium.

A Random
1) Pigeon Pijon. My parents hated me because I was born a JERK and thus could not become a boyfriend-free girl from the ground up for the Great Director Chandler, thus they gave me a stupid name based after my last name.

2) Looking good in any outfit. I have such an unique style sense that I could be confused for a homo, but I'm not.

3) I can cast MAGIC!!111 Well, not every kind. I can grab things and make them... do things. That they shouldn't do. It happens. I have to follow their rules, though - I can only move stuff in and out of hats, for instance, not make the hats fly and kill people. Yet.

4) I just don't like The Original Chris'Tard Chandler much. Why would I? I have a stupid name thanks to being a failure to him!

5) It was just... look, I hate my life. you'd hate it too if your parents treated you like less than nothing because you weren't a boyfriend-free girl. So I tended to go away from home for extended periods, just trying to... find some place to be alone. And it led me there, somehow.

Kartoffel
1) What’s your character's name?

Dr. Lotta Asperger

2) What really Grinds your Gears? This is your “Stress Power”, a mundane thing you’re really good at. It can be anything, as long as it’s possible for a normal person to do it. Probably not as well as you, though.

Forging signatures.

3) What can you do that you can’t explain? This is your “Madness power”, an impossible thing that you can inexplicably do due to exposure to Magi-Chan’s powers. It can be anything, as long as it’s impossible, but Chris-inspired ones are very very welcome.

Perfect shopping abilites. Lotta can buy anything in a store that has a minimal chance of having this sort of thing in stock.

4) Why does Chris hate you?

As a direct descendent of the famous scientist, her family name immensly infuriates him. Also she refused to become become his sweet heart from the ground up when in exchange he generously offered amnesty for this serious crime.

5) Lotta went to that place for science. She heard of strange mutations and wanted to investigate them. Currently she theorizes that these are facilitated by the soup hotels which are therefore just giant traps, where the inmates are slowly twisted...

Spoiler: DA Rules

All characters in this game have the same "Stats". These stats are Sanity, Stress, and Madness. Everyone starts with 3 Sanity.

All monsters and challenges only have one stat - Autism.

When a conflict needs to be resolved, dice rolls happen on the GM's end - 1 roll per conflict. Before each roll, you may choose to add one Stress to your total, and up to 8 Madness. The GM will roll a number of six-sided dice (d6) equal to your Sanity, Stress and Madness combined against a number of D6 equal to the challenge's Autism rating. If you win the conflict, yay! Whatever you were trying to do is accomplished! If you lose the conflict, your Stress will increase by 1, and other effects may happen depending on what, exactly, you just failed trying to do...

Stress is "sticky" - it stays around after you gain it. If you add one Stress on a roll where you previously had zero, you will have 1 Stress at the beginning of the next conflict. This will make you more powerful, but it comes at a cost - if you hit 6 Stress, you will Crash into Slumber - Your character can no longer stand all this Stressful Torture, and can do nothing of note (shitting yourself, however, is allowed).

If your friends don't help you, the nightmares of CWCville will soon descend...

Madness, however, is not "sticky". It disappears after every roll.

You may be wondering, "Why not just add 8 Madness to every roll?"

Here's why. A roll is always "Dominated" by a stat. The only one that's good for you is Sanity; all the others will hurt you. Interested parties can look at the main game page for some more info, but it's important to note that the stat that dominates is highly likely (but not certain) to be the one with the most points - So if you add 8 Madness on a 4 Autism challenge, it's very very likely that Madness will dominate.


Roll domination will affect the story.


If Sanity dominates, you may decrease your Stress by 1, or restore a Madness response (More on that later). This is, once again, the only one that is good for you.


If Stress dominates, your Stress increases by 1, bringing you ever closer to Crashing into Slumber.


If Madness dominates, you act according to primal instinct - Fight or Flight. If this happens 3 times, you "Snap", and one of your Sanity dice is permanently replaced with one permanent Madness dice.


If you run out of Sanity, well...pick your favorite color, a terrible name, and an awful Pokemon-inspired power, because you're one of them now.


If Autism dominates, the GM gets a point in his Pot of Fail that I can use later on to affect roll dominance. This will undoubtedly be bad for the players.


That's pretty much all the mechanics you'll need to know to understand what's going on here. In summary, don't hit 6 Stress, don't overuse Madness lest you become a recolor, and Sanity is your only refuge.

Opening
Many would claim that going mad is a spiral that one would slowly fall down as reality slips away from them. But that is mostly said by those who have only seen the madman break down. Madness is in fact much more a simple then that. It is a simple fall, down a very long and very dark hole. But to say it’s a smooth ride down is very far from the truth. But let’s just say for now, that when Alice fell his was wide awake for every minute of it. Some way or another you have stalled your great fall. You managed to grab on to ledge that many were unable to see. But to say your safe is quite a foolish thing to think. It just now you must come face to face with the horrors awaited in the darkness. But do not fret awakened one, you still got a somewhat clear head on your shoulders. So you might still have a change to escape this. But be warily you may be out of his sight, doesn’t mean he known you have awakened.

Oh it was a lovely day in the beloved Metropolis of CWCvile. You for one reason or another are currently in the CWCville Ghetto. While it is strange that a wondrous city would even have slums in the first place. It barely even looks all that different from the rest of the fine city. While life continues to wonderful for many citizens of this fair city, unfortunately for you what pleasant life you had is now over. For you had the misfortune of getting a strong whiff of Autism and it set your mind is free. The beautifully city filled with wonderfully build buildings start to crumble and decay before you. But before your eyes can see the horrors reveals themselves. Darkness covers start to overtake everything thing before you. And as the shadows start to cover your whole body, you feel nothing but a falling sensation. Now you see a massive spiral structure before you as you fall and you only see small glimpses of the horrors that lay of ahead of you. But your fall doesn’t very long before you crash land into the lowest level of the spiral and that landing as awakened the many “friendly” citizens of our dear CWCvile. But I doubt you want the see the welcoming party they’ve planned for you. To saying escape this nightmare is impossible is as foolish as saying it will be easy. You must be clever and quick if you wish to survive this hell scape. And no matter what you do to escape, you must always remember, DON’T ZAP TO THE EXTREME.

Now then who are the fools we following today?

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

Kataomoi00’s Start

Oh poor Katrina Hedwing , She didn’t want to waste her day listening to the rumbles of the beloved major. But alas the major caught wind of her actions and grow furious. Thankfully for her, the dear major wasn’t so quite about and was able to elude the CWCville power rangers. But she wasn’t the only one that was mad for not attending. A friend of hers was running way with her, wanting to finally escape the city. But what that friend’s name is I can’t recall at the moment. They were hiding in abandon building near the CWCvile ghetto planning there next step in their escape off. But the trembling of the building was a sign of they sealed fate. A massive robotic fist crashes though the building splitting in two. Katarina rush reached out to grab her friend’s hand. But the darkness had already started to devour as she fell into the ghetto. The last thing she saw before awakening was the cold and bloodthirsty eyes of the CWCvile Megazord.

Now she awakens in rumbles of the destroyed with her friend nowhere in sight. I wonder what She’ll do now?

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

@A Hot Potato’s Start

Amy Motorola is quite the interesting girl to be around. Many a man has been wooed by her words and even the great major him had gotten quite smitten with her. He even felt that he had a change to be with her, after she showed interested in him. Sadly the Major was very unaware of the truth behind Amy’s sweet words. She had her eyes set on setting quite bigger then the love of the major. In fact she wanted to be the major herself and like her idol make CWCvile great again. One late night she heard a knock on the door and its was the magnificent major himself. He was quite nervous and was barely coherent. He was trying to hide a present behind his back to little effect. when he went to look at her beast, he noticed she was wearing a shirt with the evil face of Pmurt on it. He started to become more flustered, but he still tried to ask her out. Despite his best effects the whole thing was extremely unconfutable experiences and she turned him down. The tears start to flow out of his eyes and he started to sobbed uncontrollable. He dropped the gift he worked hard on the floor. Amy slowly closed the door and locked it. Then she rushed towards the window and climbed out of her apartment. For once in her life things weren’t going her way. Now she has to head into her base in the ghetto and rethink her plans. She nearly dowered in the major’s tears of sadness as she runs away from him. But the darkness devoured her before the water could.

Now she awakens in the wreckage of her base soaked in the tears of the major. What will she plan now?

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

@RADICALGOBLIN’s Start

Shinji Ikari is about as angsty as any teenaged boy with a horrible home life. Shinji and his father Gendo oftened don’t see eye to eye on anything. He often get into fights with father, about getting into the robot. They fights would get worse and worse every time. When he was not fighting with his dad, Shinji wastes his day listening to angst filled music, since in his words “It revels the struggle in my soul”. Like any other teen in the city he goes to Bob Chandler Academy. But he never goes to class as his father demands he goes. So to spite his father he would skip class often and spent all day listening to music in secluded places. One day while skipping class Shinji was walking around the CWCvile listening to his music. With consent complains of Gendo finally reaching the Major’s ear. A Sonichu was spent to follow him to see what he was doing and to the Chu’s horror he wasn’t listening to the CWC approved music. He reported back to the major as fast as it could. He was furious that he wasn’t listening the majorship approved music. Jerkops were spent after him, but it was too late Shinji was already on train to the Ghetto to find a different Father figure to fight with. While the train his music player died, but before he could change the batteries the darkness start to consume him.

Before he known it he was in the ruins of a train station. So what will he do now?

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

@Postal Dude’s start

This man doesn’t have a real name of known to anyone; He just goes by the nickname of The Postal Dude. Many claim that he is one of the chilliest dudes in CWCvile. They will often say that he just goes with the flow, no matter where he goes. He rarely if ever left a bad impression on the people he met. He was also known as a whizzing wizard though out the city. But unknown to them, he was an evil dirty no good smoker of DRUGS. He somehow was able to keep his drug induced actives on the down low for years. Sadly for him his addiction to crack got the better of him and now The Major knowns of what he has done. Now he spend his day on the run high as heaven from the Jerkops. He continued life aimless until one of his follow junkies told him of the legendary CWCville Meth Emporium. Interested in the tale, travel all cross CWCvile in hopes of finding it. Then he hears that it might be the City’s ghetto. With his pocketed filled with drugs he makes his way there. But as he travels the back ally the urge to do smack over takes him and he shoots himself.

He passes out, but he woke up as fast as he got high. Now sober he stares at the twisted allyway ebfore him. What will he do now?

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

A Random’s Start

Among the already interesting citizens of CWCvile, Pigeon Pijon is an odd one among them. When he was born his parent were hoping he was going to be a girl. So they could groom him to be a bride to the major. But no he has a wiener at birth and his parents felt great shame. They were embressed that they daughter was really a son. The wonderful Major let out a sign and told them maybe next time they could give him his bride from the gournd up. But that day never came as Pigeon would be they first and last children. As a result his life has been filled with never ending misery. As time went on he become more and more vocal of his dislike the Major’s Creations. But the misery would only continue for him. Needing some time to himself, goes to the Ghetto in hopes of being left lone for a while. But he draw close to a soap hotel to stay for the night, he fall down in a river of orange fanta.

Now drenched in cola, He gets back on his feet. But to do what now?

 

[RADICALGOBLIN]

@RADICALGOBLIN’s Start

Shinji Ikari is about as angsty as any teenaged boy with a horrible home life. Shinji and his father Gendo oftened don’t see eye to eye on anything. He often get into fights with father, about getting into the robot. They fights would get worse and worse every time. When he was not fighting with his dad, Shinji wastes his day listening to angst filled music, since in his words “It revels the struggle in my soul”. Like any other teen in the city he goes to Bob Chandler Academy. But he never goes to class as his father demands he goes. So to spite his father he would skip class often and spent all day listening to music in secluded places. One day while skipping class Shinji was walking around the CWCvile listening to his music. With consent complains of Gendo finally reaching the Major’s ear. A Sonichu was spent to follow him to see what he was doing and to the Chu’s horror he wasn’t listening to the CWC approved music. He reported back to the major as fast as it could. He was furious that he wasn’t listening the majorship approved music. Jerkops were spent after him, but it was too late Shinji was already on train to the Ghetto to find a different Father figure to fight with. While the train his music player died, but before he could change the batteries the darkness start to consume him.

Before he known it he was in the ruins of a train station. So what will he do now?

Shinji's salt levels increased as his cassette player was seen dead, with little to no more batteries in his possession. Cassettes was most of what he packed, other than some knives and a map of CWCVille, only because he needed to find where the exit was in case this endeavor of his went stone sour.

He then went over to a soda machine and looked at all the choices. It consisted of all the Fanta flavors and a lone selection of "OK Soda." While perplexing, He chose the former beverage, as he can't stand most of the Fanta flavored soda. Especially grape.

Suddenly, he could hear a lone person walking through the train tracks, seemingly oblivious to the fact it was a train station, albeit a somewhat deserted one. Shinji took the hint and hid behind the soda machine.

(hopefully im doing this right.)

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

Kartoffel’s Start

Dr. Lotta Asperger has set up a new lab in the City of CWCvile. A chipper young women looking to help the people of CWCvile that best she can. Folks around her lab speak nothing but praise about her. Her day went on like now for a while, helping the patient she could and spending them to people could help if she couldn’t. After mouth on the job she got a visit from one of the major’s Sonichus. They told her that her last name has upset the kingly major and that she is a now wanted criminal for her grandfather’s action. But the Chu told her she would be forgiven for the crimes against the city. If she became a true and honest sweetheart to the major of CWCvile and disown her grandfather. Lotta outright refused the deal. She could never disown her grandfather; he was the reason why she became a doctor. The Chu oddly left without a fight. It wouldn’t be long before her lab was shut down. But that did stop her from her mission. She had been hearing about strange things have been happing to people in soap hotels deep in the ghetto. She made a theory that under a soap hotel are mad scientist testing facilities. But darkness started to overcome her when she touch the door handle to one.

Now she finds herself in the middle of the road. What will she do next?

 

[A Random]

A Random’s Start

Among the already interesting citizens of CWCvile, Pigeon Pijon is an odd one among them. When he was born his parent were hoping he was going to be a girl. So they could groom him to be a bride to the major. But no he has a wiener at birth and his parents felt great shame. They were embressed that they daughter was really a son. The wonderful Major let out a sign and told them maybe next time they could give him his bride from the gournd up. But that day never came as Pigeon would be they first and last children. As a result his life has been filled with never ending misery. As time went on he become more and more vocal of his dislike the Major’s Creations. But the misery would only continue for him. Needing some time to himself, goes to the Ghetto in hopes of being left lone for a while. But he draw close to a soap hotel to stay for the night, he fall down in a river of orange fanta.

Now drenched in cola, He gets back on his feet. But to do what now?

"*GASP* *COUGH* *COUGH* Son of a motherfu-"

A figure pushed himself out of the river, eyes and nose stinging as he tried to brush them with a part of his long-sleeved shirt. He took a few seconds to catch his breath, coughing out what he could of the Fanta as fast as possible. "...tastes orangey... at least it's better than that damn CWCola junk..." he muttered, the redhead finally opening his eyes as he tried to brush it out of his hair. "Now who the hell pushed me into this junk?!"

That had to be it. Someone had shoved him there, possibly even one of those damn Sonichus given how fast they were and he saw nothing. Not that he was in the best mood to think of them right now; he had left 'home' that morning after his parents went through the worst period of passive-aggressive whining he had ever dealt with, and he just wanted to go to the soup hotel and hopefully nobody would ask him questions about why he was living there.

"I mean, the damn things are where the homeless go and they get drugs and junk, I should be able to get away with staying there with no IDs or anything..." he muttered, wanting to curse the Mayor again. Of course, someone with his luck would only get in more trouble, and Pigeon expected that nonetheless. Still, if he saw no sign of whoever pushed him into the river of Fanta, he would head to the soup hotel as planned.

 

[Kataomoi00]

Kataomoi00’s Start

Oh poor Katrina Hedwing , She didn’t want to waste her day listening to the rumbles of the beloved major. But alas the major caught wind of her actions and grow furious. Thankfully for her, the dear major wasn’t so quite about and was able to elude the CWCville power rangers. But she wasn’t the only one that was mad for not attending. A friend of hers was running way with her, wanting to finally escape the city. But what that friend’s name is I can’t recall at the moment. They were hiding in abandon building near the CWCvile ghetto planning there next step in their escape off. But the trembling of the building was a sign of they sealed fate. A massive robotic fist crashes though the building splitting in two. Katarina rush reached out to grab her friend’s hand. But the darkness had already started to devour as she fell into the ghetto. The last thing she saw before awakening was the cold and bloodthirsty eyes of the CWCvile Megazord.

Now she awakens in rumbles of the destroyed with her friend nowhere in sight. I wonder what She’ll do now?

This is my first game, so hopefully I'm doing this right! Also, I'm not a writer, so bear with me! I'll do my best to improve as we go on!

Her rapid heartbeat had shaken her awake and, as Katrina came to, all of what had happened to her flashed before her eyes. Her friend Richie had talked her into skipping the mayor's unbearable daily town meetings, saying that he would find a way out if things went wrong. She trusted him, for he was that type of person who could charm their way out of any dire situation. This was one his qualities that she admired the most of him (and it was a quality that she wish she had). Everything was going well. They were walking, taking in the moment where things were different, not mundane. Then, in an instant, everything fell apart. The power rangers were sent out by the mayor for retribution. While hiding in a run down building bordering the CWCville slums, the last thing she heard was Richie saying "We got to get out of here-" before a loud boom drowned out his voice. Suddenly, the meglazoid had split the already damaged building in half. She reached out to try and save her friend, but it was all in vain. As the building fell apart, everything went dark. Now, Katrina laid underneath the rubble. She carefully got up and, after frantically searching high and low in what remained of that dilapidated building, she knew one thing: Richie was nowhere in sight. The only thing with Katrina now was silence. Maddening silence. Fear and anxiety had infiltrated her head and clutched at her voice. She felt paralyzed, but she did her best to hold herself together. One thing she was sure of was that if she stayed in the same spot for too long, she would surely lose it. Knowing this, Katrina cautiously walked further away from the main city and onward into the ghetto. She felt a great amount of pain from the fall, and a faint axiousness towards the unknown that lingered within, but for her own sanity she had to stick to two goals: Finding Richie and getting the hell out of the city. There was no other way. The second the meglazoid was sent out, the mayor had made it clear that CWCville was no longer home.

 

[A Hot Potato]

@A Hot Potato’s Start

Amy Motorola is quite the interesting girl to be around. Many a man has been wooed by her words and even the great major him had gotten quite smitten with her. He even felt that he had a change to be with her, after she showed interested in him. Sadly the Major was very unaware of the truth behind Amy’s sweet words. She had her eyes set on setting quite bigger then the love of the major. In fact she wanted to be the major herself and like her idol make CWCvile great again. One late night she heard a knock on the door and its was the magnificent major himself. He was quite nervous and was barely coherent. He was trying to hide a present behind his back to little effect. when he went to look at her beast, he noticed she was wearing a shirt with the evil face of Pmurt on it. He started to become more flustered, but he still tried to ask her out. Despite his best effects the whole thing was extremely unconfutable experiences and she turned him down. The tears start to flow out of his eyes and he started to sobbed uncontrollable. He dropped the gift he worked hard on the floor. Amy slowly closed the door and locked it. Then she rushed towards the window and climbed out of her apartment. For once in her life things weren’t going her way. Now she has to head into her base in the ghetto and rethink her plans. She nearly dowered in the major’s tears of sadness as she runs away from him. But the darkness devoured her before the water could.

Now she awakens in the wreckage of her base soaked in the tears of the major. What will she plan now?

"Oh, that cumfucker..."

Fury was all that raced through Amy's head, as she visually scanned the devastated and almost unrecognizable remnants of her secret base. Years of planning and analysis, now down the shitter faster than Chris's turds.

"It's just not fucking fair. How could someone as insipid as him, as talent less as him, bring my plans to a halt..."

Amy pondered to herself, in what now remained of her favorite brown chair. She thought to herself about the great goals that she had dreamed up to herself, and revealed to her top secret band of allies.

"I will create for you all, a paradise! A place where only the talented, smart, and beautiful shall thrive! At it's peak, will be me, Amy Motorala!
Only someone as beautiful and intelligent as me has the right to lead this city. Only then could I possibly gain the admiration of Mr Trump!"

She reflected on these lofty goals with pleasure, as she stroked her flowing and wavy blond hair. It was then that she crafted a new scheme.

"Hmm...if I do recall...Sarah was working undercover in one of those soap hotels. Perhaps after I meet up with her, I can use her to contact the rest of the crew..."

For safety purposes, Amy never kept contact with any of the members of her group. "The Brilliant Asperchus", a notorious terrorist group fighting against the Cwcville forces daily. She remained their secret leader and mastermind of the group, with the only way for her to directly contact her crew, and vice verse, was through her right hand woman, Sarah.

"Yes...once I meet up with her, and have everyone meet up in a safe place..."

She began to form a insane, but pretty, cackle on her face, playing with her hair all the while.

"Then, it will be the time for your fall...Chris...no more will someone of your degeneracy be on top!"

She then got to work gathering up anything useful that had survived the destruction...

When suddenly...

 

[Kartoffel]

Kartoffel’s Start

Dr. Lotta Asperger has set up a new lab in the City of CWCvile. A chipper young women looking to help the people of CWCvile that best she can. Folks around her lab speak nothing but praise about her. Her day went on like now for a while, helping the patient she could and spending them to people could help if she couldn’t. After mouth on the job she got a visit from one of the major’s Sonichus. They told her that her last name has upset the kingly major and that she is a now wanted criminal for her grandfather’s action. But the Chu told her she would be forgiven for the crimes against the city. If she became a true and honest sweetheart to the major of CWCvile and disown her grandfather. Lotta outright refused the deal. She could never disown her grandfather; he was the reason why she became a doctor. The Chu oddly left without a fight. It wouldn’t be long before her lab was shut down. But that did stop her from her mission. She had been hearing about strange things have been happing to people in soap hotels deep in the ghetto. She made a theory that under a soap hotel are mad scientist testing facilities. But darkness started to overcome her when she touch the door handle to one.

Now she finds herself in the middle of the road. What will she do next?

For a moment, Lotta felt utterly confused. But she conquered that feeling with the determination only someone with a proud Austrian heritage like her could truely understand, rearranged her fake glasses demonstratively and stepped off the road onto the sidewalk. She took a few moments to check if everything was in order; that her pantsuit wasn't unessecarry wrinkeld, that her labcoat sat straight and her hair hadn't turn into a mess. Her stethoskop and the head mirror where also in order. She didn't need both of them, like the glasses, but the people of this town needed a constant visual reminder that she was indeed a doctor; or she would have been reduced to "woman", which here somehow ment that she was supposed to care for a manchild and still do all her work. Ridiculous! Simply Ridiculous!
Carefully, but hopefully not to obvious, she scanned her sourroundings for suspicious individuals and retreated into a cozy allyway. There she pulled out her trusty notepad and began writting down her observations, systematicly documenting them for science.
Then she decided her next course of action; she had somehow been knocked out, she felt no physical pain, so that must have been somehow have been drug induced, probably an aerosolic substance. But that kind of game could be played by two. As a doctor she had the necessary knowledge about the paperwork to get anything she wanted, but she probably shouldn't sign it herself. If she got something with the signature from the mayor on it, she could easily copy it. So the best cause of action would be to go to the CWC-Mall. There was hopefully some sort of bookstore with something by him or a store with some TRUE and HONEST mayor devotionalia. Also there should be a pharmacy for direct drug purchase.
Her plan thusly formulated she sallied forth in a brisk tempo.

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

Shinji's salt levels increased as his cassette player was seen dead, with little to no more batteries in his possession. Cassettes was most of what he packed, other than some knives and a map of CWCVille, only because he needed to find where the exit was in case this endeavor of his went stone sour.

He then went over to a soda machine and looked at all the choices. It consisted of all the Fanta flavors and a lone selection of "OK Soda." While perplexing, He chose the former beverage, as he can't stand most of the Fanta flavored soda. Especially grape.

Suddenly, he could hear a lone person walking through the train tracks, seemingly oblivious to the fact it was a train station, albeit a somewhat deserted one. Shinji took the hint and hid behind the soda machine.

(hopefully im doing this right.)

Shinji "Off The Hinjis" Ikari (Sanity 3, Stress 0, Madness 0)

A truly fowl order started to fill the air around the train tracks. Shinji’s nose started to burn when he took whiff of the powerful smell. He could barely see the figure of the person emerging from the tunnels. The already flickering lights of the station started to break one after another as the figure grow closer. Shinji struggled to see in the waning light, but he could make out that the figure was that of a man. For second it seem the man had no legs at all, Then he could see smoke coming off him. Shinji thought to himself that something isn’t right about this guy. The horriable smell only got worse as the man grow closer. Shinji need to do something fast. He could remain behind the soda machine and let the man pass. Or He could run in the opposite direction of the man and try to out run the smell, or He could confront the man with a knife in hand.

Autism 3

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

"*GASP* *COUGH* *COUGH* Son of a motherfu-"

A figure pushed himself out of the river, eyes and nose stinging as he tried to brush them with a part of his long-sleeved shirt. He took a few seconds to catch his breath, coughing out what he could of the Fanta as fast as possible. "...tastes orangey... at least it's better than that damn CWCola junk..." he muttered, the redhead finally opening his eyes as he tried to brush it out of his hair. "Now who the hell pushed me into this junk?!"

That had to be it. Someone had shoved him there, possibly even one of those damn Sonichus given how fast they were and he saw nothing. Not that he was in the best mood to think of them right now; he had left 'home' that morning after his parents went through the worst period of passive-aggressive whining he had ever dealt with, and he just wanted to go to the soup hotel and hopefully nobody would ask him questions about why he was living there.

"I mean, the damn things are where the homeless go and they get drugs and junk, I should be able to get away with staying there with no IDs or anything..." he muttered, wanting to curse the Mayor again. Of course, someone with his luck would only get in more trouble, and Pigeon expected that nonetheless. Still, if he saw no sign of whoever pushed him into the river of Fanta, he would head to the soup hotel as planned.

Pigeon Pijon (Sanity 3, Stress 0, Madness 0)

Pigeon tried his best to get his bearings. But the stink of cola in his eyes, made it difficult to see what was around. It didn’t help that wherever he was it was already pretty dark. He was able to make out figures of a few things. The first thing he notice was the bright red stop sign to the left of him and to his right he could make out what looks like a pizzeria. Behind him was the Fanta River he just pulled himself from. Nothing around him seemed one bit familiar to him. He guess that the river must have pulled a long ways from where he was. He patted himself to see if he lost anything while riding down the river. In his left pocket he found the damp brown bag. The bag was filled with CWCash that he stole from his mother. He figure he could score some booze in the soap hotel when he got there. In his right pocket he found go kart theme ceremony dagger. The dagger belong to his Father, it was given to him as gift after retiring from the CWCvile Power Rangers. Pigeon did whatever he could to anger his parents. But that was last thing on his mind. Not sure where to go next he had three choice. He could follow Fanta river upstream to find his way back, or go toss the stop sign and see if he could find beating over there. Or he could head over to the pizzeria to see if anyone there known where is. But he got a strange feeling coming from it. What will he do now?

 

[RADICALGOBLIN]

Shinji "Off The Hinjis" Ikari (Sanity 3, Stress 0, Madness 0)

A truly fowl order started to fill the air around the train tracks. Shinji’s nose started to burn when he took whiff of the powerful smell. He could barely see the figure of the person emerging from the tunnels. The already flickering lights of the station started to break one after another as the figure grow closer. Shinji struggled to see in the waning light, but he could make out that the figure was that of a man. For second it seem the man had no legs at all, Then he could see smoke coming off him. Shinji thought to himself that something isn’t right about this guy. The horriable smell only got worse as the man grow closer. Shinji need to do something fast. He could remain behind the soda machine and let the man pass. Or He could run in the opposite direction of the man and try to out run the smell, or He could confront the man with a knife in hand.

Autism 3

Shiji takes the hint and runs in the opposite direction, holding a knife in his hand just in case.

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

This is my first game, so hopefully I'm doing this right! Also, I'm not a writer, so bear with me! I'll do my best to improve as we go on!

Her rapid heartbeat had shaken her awake and, as Katrina came to, all of what had happened to her flashed before her eyes. Her friend Richie had talked her into skipping the mayor's unbearable daily town meetings, saying that he would find a way out if things went wrong. She trusted him, for he was that type of person who could charm their way out of any dire situation. This was one his qualities that she admired the most of him (and it was a quality that she wish she had). Everything was going well. They were walking, taking in the moment where things were different, not mundane. Then, in an instant, everything fell apart. The power rangers were sent out by the mayor for retribution. While hiding in a run down building bordering the CWCville slums, the last thing she heard was Richie saying "We got to get out of here-" before a loud boom drowned out his voice. Suddenly, the meglazoid had split the already damaged building in half. She reached out to try and save her friend, but it was all in vain. As the building fell apart, everything went dark. Now, Katrina laid underneath the rubble. She carefully got up and, after frantically searching high and low in what remained of that dilapidated building, she knew one thing: Richie was nowhere in sight. The only thing with Katrina now was silence. Maddening silence. Fear and anxiety had infiltrated her head and clutched at her voice. She felt paralyzed, but she did her best to hold herself together. One thing she was sure of was that if she stayed in the same spot for too long, she would surely lose it. Knowing this, Katrina cautiously walked further away from the main city and onward into the ghetto. She felt a great amount of pain from the fall, and a faint axiousness towards the unknown that lingered within, but for her own sanity she had to stick to two goals: Finding Richie and getting the hell out of the city. There was no other way. The second the meglazoid was sent out, the mayor had made it clear that CWCville was no longer home.

Katrina Hedwing (Sanity 3, Stress 0, Madness 0 )

With horrid eyes of the Megazord still fresh in her mind, She looked around to see if it was still around and to her luck It was nowhere to be seen. But feeling of it no being far behind was embedded deep in her heart. Her search for her friend among the ruble wasn’t closely pointless. She was able to find the backpack she had lost in the fall. The backpack was filled with the bare necessities for surive. A bottle of water, three cans of food, some matches and a first aid kit. She didn’t pack a weapon for herself. She figured it be a wouldn’t be that dangerous of trip. But she was dead wrong and now she had a wound on her arm. she won’t be given time to think as the sound of crashing bricks can be hear behind her. She could bear the pain and run away or tent to the wound and take on what approaching her

Autism 2

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

"Oh, that cumfucker..."

Fury was all that raced through Amy's head, as she visually scanned the devastated and almost unrecognizable remnants of her secret base. Years of planning and analysis, now down the shitter faster than Chris's turds.

"It's just not fucking fair. How could someone as insipid as him, as talent less as him, bring my plans to a halt..."

Amy pondered to herself, in what now remained of her favorite brown chair. She thought to herself about the great goals that she had dreamed up to herself, and revealed to her top secret band of allies.

"I will create for you all, a paradise! A place where only the talented, smart, and beautiful shall thrive! At it's peak, will be me, Amy Motorala!
Only someone as beautiful and intelligent as me has the right to lead this city. Only then could I possibly gain the admiration of Mr Trump!"

She reflected on these lofty goals with pleasure, as she stroked her flowing and wavy blond hair. It was then that she crafted a new scheme.

"Hmm...if I do recall...Sarah was working undercover in one of those soap hotels. Perhaps after I meet up with her, I can use her to contact the rest of the crew..."

For safety purposes, Amy never kept contact with any of the members of her group. "The Brilliant Asperchus", a notorious terrorist group fighting against the Cwcville forces daily. She remained their secret leader and mastermind of the group, with the only way for her to directly contact her crew, and vice verse, was through her right hand woman, Sarah.

"Yes...once I meet up with her, and have everyone meet up in a safe place..."

She began to form a insane, but pretty, cackle on her face, playing with her hair all the while.

"Then, it will be the time for your fall...Chris...no more will someone of your degeneracy be on top!"

She then got to work gathering up anything useful that had survived the destruction...

When suddenly...

Amy Motorola (Sanity 3, Stress 0, Madness 0)

Amy went towards a spot where remembered Sarah had hid a Pistol. Sarah would often tell that Major was always suspicious of the ghetto and that she’ll need some form of protection in case of raid. Sarah was right again, The Major may seem like a fool at times. But that doesn’t mean the one working for him were. She thought in the back of her head that somehow the major had found her out. And that he was at her apartment to offer some form of deal to save herself. But she didn’t have the time to think about it. As the sounds of cracking bones and the wailing cries of a dying baby not far off. She grab the gun and hid behind some ruble. The sounds got louder as something got closer. Amy peck out bit to see what it was. She the familiar spikes and ears of a sonichu. But it was much taller than a normal Sonichu and some of its body resembled that of human. What was ever odder is that it’s right arm looked like some form a monstrous claw with all kinda of spike over the arm. She had two chocies now. Run away from the creature with only the gun in hand or take a change and fight it so you can gather what supplies remain in wrecked base. What will she do now?

Autism 3

 

[Halberd Sonichu]

For a moment, Lotta felt utterly confused. But she conquered that feeling with the determination only someone with a proud Austrian heritage like her could truely understand, rearranged her fake glasses demonstratively and stepped off the road onto the sidewalk. She took a few moments to check if everything was in order; that her pantsuit wasn't unessecarry wrinkeld, that her labcoat sat straight and her hair hadn't turn into a mess. Her stethoskop and the head mirror where also in order. She didn't need both of them, like the glasses, but the people of this town needed a constant visual reminder that she was indeed a doctor; or she would have been reduced to "woman", which here somehow ment that she was supposed to care for a manchild and still do all her work. Ridiculous! Simply Ridiculous!
Carefully, but hopefully not to obvious, she scanned her sourroundings for suspicious individuals and retreated into a cozy allyway. There she pulled out her trusty notepad and began writting down her observations, systematicly documenting them for science.
Then she decided her next course of action; she had somehow been knocked out, she felt no physical pain, so that must have been somehow have been drug induced, probably an aerosolic substance. But that kind of game could be played by two. As a doctor she had the necessary knowledge about the paperwork to get anything she wanted, but she probably shouldn't sign it herself. If she got something with the signature from the mayor on it, she could easily copy it. So the best cause of action would be to go to the CWC-Mall. There was hopefully some sort of bookstore with something by him or a store with some TRUE and HONEST mayor devotionalia. Also there should be a pharmacy for direct drug purchase.
Her plan thusly formulated she sallied forth in a brisk tempo.

Dr. Lotta Asperger

She scanned her surroundings to see if she could find what she needed. The dark sky of the ghetto made it somewhat difficult to locate anything of note. But she did managed to make out something that resembled a comic shop. Thinking she might be able to find comic penned by the every talented major. Something didn’t feel right, what it was she couldn’t put her finger on it. After taking a closer look to the shop she notice a unpleasant odder coming from it. But before she reconsider the thought of going in. A sharp chill went down her spine, something was fast approaching her from the right. She could go into the fowl smelling store, take her change with coming for her or dash back into the ally she come from. Now what will she do?

Autism 3

 

[A Random]

Pigeon Pijon (Sanity 3, Stress 0, Madness 0)

Pigeon tried his best to get his bearings. But the stink of cola in his eyes, made it difficult to see what was around. It didn’t help that wherever he was it was already pretty dark. He was able to make out figures of a few things. The first thing he notice was the bright red stop sign to the left of him and to his right he could make out what looks like a pizzeria. Behind him was the Fanta River he just pulled himself from. Nothing around him seemed one bit familiar to him. He guess that the river must have pulled a long ways from where he was. He patted himself to see if he lost anything while riding down the river. In his left pocket he found the damp brown bag. The bag was filled with CWCash that he stole from his mother. He figure he could score some booze in the soap hotel when he got there. In his right pocket he found go kart theme ceremony dagger. The dagger belong to his Father, it was given to him as gift after retiring from the CWCvile Power Rangers. Pigeon did whatever he could to anger his parents. But that was last thing on his mind. Not sure where to go next he had three choice. He could follow Fanta river upstream to find his way back, or go toss the stop sign and see if he could find beating over there. Or he could head over to the pizzeria to see if anyone there known where is. But he got a strange feeling coming from it. What will he do now?

...now that was something else alright.

"...wait, the hell? Wasn't I...?" Pigeon muttered, before shaking his head the best he could. He was clearly far from where he should be, not that it mattered much - anywhere was better than home, but now maybe anywhere might be better than here too. Checking himself helped out, as he at least had lost nothing important, and despite the stupid soda bath it hadn't seemed to ruin his stuff. The dagger was most definitely sheathed and not going to stab him in any way.

A quick glance around... well, as well as he could... either he tried going back up the river, or he checked the pizzeria. If the place was open he might get himself a towel and even some food, and if it wasn't... well, he had a knife. Who would stop him, right?

So right now he would check the pizzeria. That odd feeling unnerved him enough that he wouldn't just walk in there, though. He would first come close and take a peek inside, see what he could listen, without looking like some hobo.

 

[Kartoffel]

Dr. Lotta Asperger

She scanned her surroundings to see if she could find what she needed. The dark sky of the ghetto made it somewhat difficult to locate anything of note. But she did managed to make out something that resembled a comic shop. Thinking she might be able to find comic penned by the every talented major. Something didn’t feel right, what it was she couldn’t put her finger on it. After taking a closer look to the shop she notice a unpleasant odder coming from it. But before she reconsider the thought of going in. A sharp chill went down her spine, something was fast approaching her from the right. She could go into the fowl smelling store, take her change with coming for her or dash back into the ally she come from. Now what will she do?

Autism 3

A shop that was olfactory wise so challenging would probably not contain a TRUE and HON... Lotta let this thought trail break, the bad feeling crawling over her back like an especially hairy tarantula. She... didn't do anything wrong, did she? The mayor could not have found out that she has been rather generous with prescriptions, because dammit the poor people here could need any drugs they could get their hands on.
For a moment she contemplated staying, facing the whatever, but then her Austrian sense for survival kicked in, so she made a quick dash back to the alley, gripping he stethoskop firmly in her hand, to use it as a improvised bola weapon if needed.
(I want to add one stress to my dice roll.)