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[HEADING=1]Bliss - War of Independence[/HEADING]

Bliss is back in an improved version. We made first contact, and the results were devastating. A plague with biblical proportions enveloped the world. A widespread addictive drug rendered many humans to live out the rest of their lives like sheep waiting for the slaughter. After a short period of silence, the Aliens attacked, waging a war on Terran soil. Claiming territory for the protection of Planet Earth, the colonization of Terra had begun, and would soon expand to dozens of Alien nations seeking a piece of the dark planet. Humans were slaughtered, Governments were toppled, Puppet regimes were put in place to oppress the people and squeeze every last drop of profit from them. The earth became a well of natural resources and slave labor for the extraterrestial beings. Military installations were founded on Terran Soil, and wars were fought over our homes. Masive Space Ports were constructed throughout the planet, colonial administrations established, alien colonies founded and human lives lost in every step of the way.

This is the story of Planet Earth and the Human Race, and how it advanced to the Next Technological Age - as Slaves under their new Alien Overlords.


The Road so Far
At first it was a trickle. Rumors, whispers, shady dealings in the halls of power. They come in peace, they said, we want to trade, they promised. The Aliens spoke to heads of power, promising them gifts. The answer they received was the same, and they all demanded discreet dealings. What would happen if the world knew about extraterrestrial life?

The Cult of Bliss was founded at that time, and soon became a movement to change the world. Following the rapture and the return, followers numbered in the million across the world. Sermons invited folk to Bliss, offering a ?happy-pill? to make everything better. Individuals relinquished their possessions to the church and grouped together for protection. Those loyal to Bliss did not fight, did not resist, did not attack. All they were after was true Bliss.

The day ?The First War? erupted the world burst asunder. The nations of earth couldn?t possibly deal with the invading threat. At the same time the land was ravaged old scores were settled by vengeful nations. No united front could present itself against the alien forces, and even if they did the humans were powerless to resist.

Battles raged on earth soil and humans were its unwilling spectators. Casualties mounted in the tens of millions from the fighting alone. Later this event became known as ?First Contact?, or ?The First War?. Two Alien Nations descended upon earth to resolve their dispute, placing their battlegrounds in regions across the world. Massive weapons flashed, machine fought against machine, and all the while people were dying.

They were dying of the plague. Fever, boils, blood oozing from every orifice - it was the black plague reborn.

Although nestled deeply in the cockpits of their murderous machines, many of the Aliens have traversed the earth wearing sophisticated suits to compensate for the difference in environment earth presented. Otherworldly germs descended upon the already shaken locals, causing a massive plague among them. The deaths caused by the illness stacked higher than the casualties from the war, quadrupling the amount and reaching staggering proportions.

Every human was susceptible to the plague, but it seemed as if those of Bliss were completely immune. Their customs and abuse of mind-altering drugs had shielded them from the effects of the plague. Few knew of the otherworldly origins of the drug itself, and how it was designed to also be a cure for the disease. In time humanity adjusted and the plague became obsolete, humans having developed their own natural defense against it.

The world changed after that.

The winning side was interested in the planet he had so recently ravaged in a war, and portraying themselves as liberators, the Alien nation, called ?Beta? by the common man, decided to bestow it?s ?benevolent? rule on the natives. They offered knowledge and cooperation in exchange for land to build space-ports and military installations, supposedly to intimidate the other alien nation.

Mexico answered the call, ceding territory to the Alphas and allowing them to build earth?s very first space-port. Mexico had benefitted greatly from its arrangement with the aliens, and as its neighbors were cannibalized, beaten and carved open Mexico remained whole, projecting influence over its neighbors and becoming one of the last free places on earth, as long as you didn?t mind living under the Betas.

India was the second nation to agree to the Beta?s demands, allowing them to build a military outpost in its southern coast, in exchange for advanced military technology to win the arms race against Pakistan. The World Superpowers stood shocked at the Indian military when it was equipped with earth?s first mechanical soldiers, sentient android infantry, heavy mechanized moving fortresses and WMDs beyond human comprehension. In the following years, utterly terrified by India?s progress, Pakistan enlisted the aid of several neighboring nations including Iran and China to take down India once and for all. India had become the Asian dominant power ever since, its influence stretching from eastern africa to Indonesia.

Other nations considered a deal with the Betas, but by then it was already too late. In a few years of uncertainty, many races and nations of Aliens descended upon earth, colonizing as they saw fit. The Alphas who were fighting the Betas not too long ago cooperated in their rape of the planet. They were well-coordinated, dividing earth neatly among themselves and avoiding conflict among each other. Massive Space ports were built in large islands, an ideal location for the interplanetary infrastructure. The UK became one of the world?s largest trading hub, a massive space-port serving all of the European region. Major space-ports were built in Mauritania, Madagascar, Greenland, Singapore, Japan and Sri Lanka. The further away from a major port, the harder it was for the colonizing forces to gain and control the region.


The World Today
First contact was established forty years ago, and in those four decades the earth had changed drastically. Those born in this new world scoff at the tall tales of the old survivors. They have long forgotten about the borders of nations and the history of the world. There is no time for studying when there are production quotas to be filled.

The world today is a complete mess. Only three countries on earth rule themselves - Mexico, India and Iceland. The rest are ruled by puppet-governments or were conquered by the Aliens. Spaceports litter the globe, and alien industries drain the planet dry. Wholesale murder is an acceptable fact of life, and the majority of alien colonial administrations don?t give a damn about human lives as long as the quotas are filled. Many young people are illiterate, and life expectancy drops to twenty in some harsh colonies. Collaborators, Quislings and Traitors use Alien superior technology, violence, fear and propaganda to keep the local population in their place, doing the Alien?s dirty work for them.

Pockets of resistance litter the globe, mostly in regions where Aliens have little control or interest in. Crazy rebels charge head-on at Alien military installations, commandeering enemy military hardware and sabotaging alien factories. Brave individuals infiltrate administrations to sabotage the alien colonial machine from within, and aid revolutionists outside. Shrewd investors and managers strike deals with Aliens, using their resources to secretly fund the resistance. People live under occupation, under the iron boot, and their only hope for a brighter day is an addictive drug that promises Bliss.

Iceland is the Alien?s private joke - the island remained independent since it didn?t have anything of value on it, and in a short period of time became the safe haven for refugees everywhere. Nowadays Iceland is overcrowded with people from
all across the globe. They live in terribly poor conditions, face shortages of basic commodities and with no means of escape. It had become the slum of the world, where resistance groups go to die and brave revolutionaries become homeless drunks.

The Aliens built infrastructure to support their growing industrial machine and advanced the technological abilities of man centuries into the future. The Human Race had reached a new space era? as slaves.



The Colonizers
Beta: The first Alien race to colonize earth, the Betas control large swaths of land in the Americas and Asia. They are three-legged creatures, more akin to insects than humans. Their tough skin is brown, if you would even call that a skin. They?re surrounded by a natural exoskeleton, have high endurance and tolerance to pain. Their upper body is similar in nature to humans, although their arms act more like pincers. They have small white eyes, flat nose and a vicious toothy mouth. Rich Betas sport a wig made from human hair, considered the utmost fashion in the aristocracy. They have no formal civilian colonies on earth, but they do keep barracks for troops stationed in the colonies.

Betas are the bastards born out of the Alphas? space-faring experiments. They are of a rigid class-based system, value obedience and initiative above all. They comprise hundreds of sub-cultures within their society, but all of them bow down to the system and the aristocracy.

Their machines are large, crude, tripedal and utterly vicious. They utilize crude robots as plain infantry, but the best soldiers the Betas have to offer are themselves. They are armored in a mechanized suit, walking on all three, able to use close-range and long-range weapons. The heavy weapons they showed during the first great war was the flying fortress, a slow-moving massive tank manned by several Betas and their small computer-controlled flying machines, similar to flying saucers.

Alphas: The second Alien race to colonize earth, the Alphas control large swaths of land in the Europe , Oceania and Africa. . They appear humanoid in essence, thin and very tall figures, hairless, large eyes and transparent skin, showing blood vessels and delicate bones underneath. The weight of their heads is barely supported by their own bodies. They are rarely seen on earth themselves. They are the only species to have built colonies on earth, sealed domes and terraformed environments within.

Alphas were, according to their own records, the first ever sentient race to have domesticated and dominated space. They have made numerous contacts with planet-bound species before, their reactions alternating from cooperation to outright annihilation. The Alphas value freedom above all, and each Alpha is a master of themselves. They worship intelligence and look down upon underdeveloped nations. They are governed by a council of Alphas, each attaining their position through a lottery system.

Their machines are notable bipedal, elegant autonomous designs. They are controlled by a sentient A.I., while some delicate fighting machines are manned by Alphas sitting comfortably in their homes. The only time when Alphas come to the battlefield in large numbers is inside a command center, required to handle large amounts of independent military units.

Omega : These smaller colonial powers did not directly colonize earth, and instead prefer to rule through puppet-regimes. They control nations in Oceania, the Caribbeans and all of the smaller regions the big players ignored. They are never seen in person on earth.

Their military presence on earth comprises of a collection of different robots and androids. They lack the firepower to handle the two other big players, and are satisfied with winning just against humans.

The Major Factions on Earth
Earth Resistance - The fabled network of human agents working in tandem against earth?s Alien overlords. They are often portrayed as terrorists by Alien propaganda. Figures showing their continual defeat in places all across the world are shown to discourage people from revolting. In reality they are a large network of small pockets of resistance across the world communicating through the darknet to avoid Alien tracking. There is no command structure, no great plan, no organization between the groups. The resistance varies in its tactics, from the infiltration of the local administration and sabotage of factories, to outright war in the jungles.

The Collaborators - Dubbed ?Quislings? by disgruntled humans, these individuals have chosen to work for the Aliens. They form the puppet-governments, the Alien approved political parties and administration.They fill the ranks of ?peacekeeping? and ?police? forces, serve as ?guards? in Alien installations and abuse their powers as they see fit.

Overseers - Human businessmen and leaders who work with the Aliens, managing earth?s industries according to their demands. They hold some power as humans, representing large human communities, their loyalties swing between human and alien, depending on how they can keep their position.

Mexican Holy Empire - Born in religious zeal, the Mexican Empire is the last Catholic nation on earth, the rest having fallen to the colonizers. The Empire is the most developed nation on earth, but its people live under the watchful eye of the administration. Undesirables are transferred to the care of the Betas, while Mexican colonies in the former USA and central america make progress on integrating even more territories the aliens had deemed too costly to control themselves.

Republic of India - A major player in the world, India had made great leaps of progress with the help of the colonizers. India is the last bastion of liberty and freedom in the world, the human democracy on earth. Unrest grows underneath, demands to boot out Betas intensify with every incident between the alien garrisons and the local population.

Icelandic Vikings - A rag-tag group of refugees and freedom-fighters smacked together into the most densly populated area in the world. Their activities revolve around supporting themselves financially, gaining contacts with like-minded individuals and occasionally attacking shipping lanes for supplies. There isn?t a government in Iceland and anarchy reigns supreme.

Cult of Bliss - The Cult of Bliss is a popular movement through earth, showing presence in every corner of the world. They preach tolerance, love and nonviolence. They accept the alien occupation. The Cult leadership has a direct line to the Alien colonizers, which makes them out to be Alien sympathizers. Many of the cultists are in fact merely addicts of the Bliss drug, and do not follow the doctrine of the faith, but are forced into it through the effects of the pill.

Bliss produces and distributes their drugs, which is a staple of their religion. Bliss Cultists are often seen as collaborators even though they lean towards neither side. If forced to work they will comply, but only if they are allowed to continue with the practice of their faith. Cultists become dependent on the drug and Bliss rituals, showing signs of withdrawal when denied their fix. The majority of them become catatonic when forced away from the faith while a few become extremely violent and dangerous.

The UN - Having lost its purpose, the United Nations act as a council of regions under Alien control. A puppet in all but name, the UN condemns terror attacks against the aliens, discusses terms of trade, resolves territorial disputes with the aliens as arbitrators and serves as the major diplomatic link between humanity and the aliens.

The Cult of Bliss

The Cult of Bliss was founded by a charismatic fellow named Raymond Shepherd, an african-american from the state of Ohio, claiming to have seen the truth. He preached tolerance, love and above all, the pursuit of happiness - and the final achievement of Bliss. He denied racism, nationalism and all that separated man, instead hoping to unite humankind with Bliss. He gained followers in the thousands, and one day declared those who give themselves to Bliss will be rewarded.

One year later the rapture occurred and Bliss cultists disappeared. The world was in uproar and major organized religions were shaken by this development. People converted to the cult in hopes of ascending as well, and many of the old world institutions were shaken or broken. It had been another year until they all returned, barring the prophet himself, Raymond Shepherd. They brought little shreds of Bliss with them, a drug which they began to use in their religious rituals.

Their ranks swelled, as was their influence and power. Each member gave as much as they could, since they would need nothing for true Bliss. Another Rapture was rumored to occur, but instead of rising to the heavens that day the heavens came crashing down, and Aliens first landed on earth. The majority believe true Bliss is the aliens and will come through them, which is why they haven?t resisted foreign occupation.

The faith split - those of the old guard rejected the drug, instead sticking with the teachings of Raymond, but the great majority of the faith turned to the drug. Members participating in the sermons were asked for donations, and those at the top of the pyramid became powerful leaders on their own. The splinter group itself opposes the alien invasion through non-violent means, but they form a meager minority among the many Bliss users and abusers.

Nowadays the Cult is a major player in world politics.


Game Mechanics
Since this is a large-scale game spanning the globe, working in different arenas simultaneously, each player will not play merely as one character, but as a group of characters connected in some way. The player will take control over Rebel Groups, Trading Associations, Drug Cartels, Families and much more. The range of possibilities is limited only to the arena where you play. The same kind of operations happening in Columbia will not be possible in Singapore, and vice-versa.

There are currently four regions in the game:

Alphas control Japan and the UK, and have nominal presence in Singapore.
Betas control Colombia and SIngapore.

Japan is GM'd by SirDerpy.
UK is GM'd by Frission.
Singapore is GM'd by Baddamobs.
Colombia is GM'd by Mr.I'vebeenframed.

I will coordinate the four arenas, operate factions outside of the GM's control and dictate the pace and direction of the RP. This isn't just about you - there's a whole world out there, and it's struggling for independence.

Player submitted sheets will include the organization and several key-characters. You could bring in new characters as long as it doesn?t conflict with anything else. Characters dying is a likely occurrence. It leaves room for epic last stands and legendary sacrifices.
 

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[HEADING=1]Japan, SirDerpy[/HEADING]



"Welcome to Japan, or as our wonderful government calls us, Port Rakuen! It's really quite an ironic joke on so many levels, you'd really have to be Japanese to really appreciate it. Except, there are no more Japanese, no longer. It's not allowed to be spoken, see."

Japan-Port Rakuen, pardon-is one of the largest spaceports on Earth, and easily the most successful; the Alphas did not spare any effort in the domestication of the Japanese people. Rakuen is what happens when old-world communism meets new-world technology, when history repeats itself, but just bigger and better. A single totalitarian dictatorship, led by elected puppet Kurasagi Matsuo holds the entire nation in an iron grip, this grip being one of the most powerful alien-backed militaries in the world, the Sekai Guard. This military is wholly fixated on the keeping of peace within the nation, and what peace it is! The regime can almost be called Orwellian in nature, save for the fact that Big Brother Alpha doesn't care enough to heavily monitor the civilians: the Sekai Guard simply comes down like a hammer on anything that appears to be an act of defiance-it works well enough.

Japan was once beautiful. Those few who are still alive from before the aliens came recall shining seas, majestic mountains, and fertile forests. Now, a single massive, sprawling eperopolis dominates the landscape of Rakuen, replacing it with heavily industrialized complexes that, harnessing the power of a million men, produce millions of tonnes of trade goods for the government. Mt. Fuji, once the pride and joy of the Japanese people, has been mined down to the ground for resources.

The people, meanwhile, have been broken and crushed. Bliss addiction is higher in Rakuen than anywhere else. The New Church of Bliss has the government's full backing, which sells the Church Bliss pills to disseminate to the public. The original, anti-drug Church has all but died out, although there are still a few faithful hidden among the New Church. Crime has gone down to a minimum compared to everywhere else in the world; repeated purges and military excursions have razed most criminal organizations to the ground. Only a select few groups are barely holding on to the thread of life, constantly hiding and on the run, not even having to time to pull off major crimes. The civilians know only the monotony and pain of day to day life and death. Starvation and disease are rampant. The average lifespan for the normal citizen is less than 30 years. A lucky, brilliant few are conscripted into Administration Schools, where they are taught two things: loyalty and academics, in that order. For people in Rakuen, more so than anywhere else in the world, hope has been lost.

But there are others. In spite of the harsh conditions, or perhaps because of them, resistance movements in Rakuen are fiercer, more dedicated than anywhere else. Born from the ranks of the civilians, remnants of the pre-war military, Yakuza, even defects from the Sekai Guard, there are shadow rebellions all over Rakuen, fighting the good fight and disrupting the government's control, sabotaging factories and raiding supply depots. There have also been rumors of a foreign terrorist cell, sponsored by the Betas, sabotaging the infrastructure of Rakuen. But who knows? They are simply just rumors.

There's no shortage of people willing to fight, and curiously enough, there's always a shortage of people who do. Though they might be crushed like so many cockroaches, the Japanese will fight on, in the name of not Rakuen, but Japan. And one day, all of Japan may begin fighting for the world. That day is not yet here; in the now, hope is merely an impossible dream.
So, rules:

-No godmodding, GM is basically dictator (if you've got a complaint, I'll listen though), be sure to be nice and follow code of conduct, fun stuff like all that, etc.etc.
-Character deaths can and will probably happen, but don't let that stop quality writing for each individual. If you are particularly devastated by the idea of losing a certain character, you can discuss with me so I don't kill it off before you're ready. Of course, there is no plot armor, so play carefully!
-At least one of your characters is going to join/start in the resistance, although more is fine. Be creative for your backgrounds!
-All characters will start out as basic grunts. Just a thing to take into consideration as you're making your sheet for Five-Star Grand Rebellion General Tarkan Moff. There isn't enough rebellion for ranks to mean anything, anyway. Think half-life 2.
-Post regularly and have fun! If you're going on a vacation or lost your laptop to a horrible industrial accident, tell me so we can make preparations for it.
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25th May, Year 1 after Colonization,

From the Day Journal of Kumonosu Rei,

It is the seventh day of Mt. Fuji's destruction, and there is naught but boulders left at Ground Zero, hardly visible amidst the towering engines of the damned Yokai. The choking dust that permeates the air, all of it once a deep blue that every man, woman, and child in Japan could recognize instantly, now dance and swirl a sickening light brown, constantly stirred by the churning and grinding of the Yokai's infernal devices as they so greedily and cruelly consume our souls. The mountain that was once the rallying symbol of Japan, the figurehead of an entire people-is now the symbol of their utter, crushing defeat.

With that, the pacification of Japan has begun. The destruction of Mt. Fuji was not in search of Sakuradite or Unobtanium, nor was it for the acquisition of construction materials. It was an act committed solely for the purpose of breaking our spirit. I see my people walking the streets with their head hung, tears dripping from their eyes as their homes and their lives are reassigned elsewhere. I see them as they huddle pathetically in darkened alcoves, a family of four, as a troop of the newly formed Sekai Guard go on patrol, acting only the executioner on any who even have the look of rebellion in their eyes. I see them trudge single file into fifty-story tall structures, each the size of nine city blocks; their new homes, where they will work, eat, live, and die, in that order, with far too much of the former and latter and far too little of the second and third.

My country, my beloved country, the bountiful rivers, the fertile plains, the imposing mountains, has been raped and pillaged. The Yokai has begun to build a disease, a plague that infects everything from Hokkaido to Kyushu, leaving no acre of land untouched, flattening mountains and drying up rivers. I once read about something called flat-earth theory. I invite those theorists to come appraise my country now, and see what they say about flat earth. The illness crawls from every corner of the country to everywhere else, with a methodical madness borne from the sheer incomprehensible scale: the Yokai are turning my country into a single massive city, a monster of industry, manufacturing, and administration, with my people as its lifeblood and their people as its masters. It will be their capital, the absolute center of their control over their colonies. I once read the book 1984. I think now that it was rather mistitled. Tokyo, the world's largest city, will soon become a mere prefecture of another that will dwarf it, and every city that has ever been built. Already, their spaceport, a massive ten-kilometer wide sphere of a black, alien metal, sits on the leveled remains of Tokyo. I see its shadow on the face of every man I meet, whether he is in the mirror or not. Though, massive it may be, it is but a mere tumor to the cancer that it has heralded.

The Yokai are arrogant, aloof, yet cruel and ruthlessly efficient. It befits their appearance, the pale and calculating villains of the piece. It still brings a smile to my face to remember that they are so far inferior to humans, so fragile, so weak. Yet at the same time, they are so far superior; an enemy that humanity could not defeat with any amount of brute force, our trademark; thus, we are here. We now live and die under their yoke. It is regrettable that some of us, especially those in the government, truly embraced their rule. I believe I now know the feelings and thoughts of the Native Americans as they were set upon by the Europeans. However, I doubt they could know mine. The Europeans were powerful, but they were merely human.

My work calls to me again. It is difficult, preparing for a resistance so soon. Sun Zi turns in his grave, for we do not know our enemy, nor do we ourselves. Yet I know that the spirit of the Japanese people is not so easily broken. Fuji may be the dearest of friends, and he will be mourned, but as long as a single member of the Japanese stands, we will resist.

Signed,
Kumonosu Rei.

[HEADING=1]The UK, Frission.[/HEADING]


?Great Britain is once again the seat of a colonial Empire. Our little island is now an important administrative seat for the Alphas. Their arrival was presaged by a plague that killed tens of thousands of people all over Europe and left many countries in shambles.

The aliens arrived during the chaos and annexed the UK, making it their base for their assault on the rest of Europe. Colonialists, Aliens, Alphas or Betas it?s doesn?t matter what you call them. The aliens are now the ones who are pulling the strings in this world. The rest of the nations of Europe were unable to create a unified front and one by one they fell to the alien invaders.

From their seat of power in their alien towers, the invaders have paralyzed the whole of Europe. The whole of europe was paralyzed by the fear of the aliens attacking them.

Our country it now under a lockdown and all freedoms have been revoked, people are regularly forced into labor camps and the aliens have eyes everywhere. The aliens have installed their ports from London to Edinburgh and every day new monstrosities descend from the heavens. They've also taken control of the government and ousted from power all of the previous officials, replacing them with their own toadies. There's one party in power, comprised entirely of quislings that help the Aliens and run things for them on the small scale. This party deals with the running of day to day life under the new regime, and the aliens only intervene in dire circumstances.

However the aliens have made a grave mistake: Only the greatest traitors to humanity are in the new administration. No one would miss them if they overthrown and most of the UK is against the new government. We only need to prepare for the day when we throw off our chains.

We will need steal information and amass enough funds, connections and tech to jump-start the global revolution. Harassing the new government and crippling the alien infrastructure is one of our goals. The aliens have made our island their military base, from which they send troops to domesticate the rest of the continent, but conversely if their stronghold fell the rest of Europe may be able act.

Whether you are a member of a nationalist movements, a scottish separatist, a collection of labor unions gone rogue, remnants from the previous English government, an agent from our old secret service, a team of foreign nationals, or even part of a criminal gang we can all agree that we hate aliens. Yet, will that be enough for us to unify, or will our efforts be sabotaged by long-standing rivalries?

The aliens are a dangerous foe. There are stories of homes being raided, people being snatched and some resistance members simply disappearing. The aliens have eyes everywhere and their black guard stalks the city streets. Even worse, there are whispers of even greater horrors happening to anyone who is brought to be questioned.

Despite the obstacles set against us we must succeed. Each day more and more people are inducted into the Cult of Bliss and the momentum for a popular uprising lessens.

P.S: Burn this message when you're done or we're all going to lockup "
Rules:
1. Follow the Escapist guide on forum etiquette and conduct.
2. If there?s a problem with the RP please PM me a message. Keep in mind however that in decisions relating to the RP I?ll have final say.
3. In the UK the players will control groups instead of individuals so the ?character sheet? will be different.
4. While it will be rare for a resistance group to be wiped out, there?s going to be setbacks and people in the groups may die. That doesn?t mean that you shouldn't invest your writing in individual characters. I'll appreciate any efforts to make the individual rebels well rounded, but the story is mainly about the resistance group.
5. Post regularly.
6. Have fun writing.

[HEADING=1]Singapore, Baddamobs.[/HEADING]


Singapore.
Its name has always been synonymous with trade: the British had originally made it a core trading post, making a treaty with the locals, until the island itself became property of the empire. After many years of conflict and through both wars, Singapore would eventually become independent, and soon after be among the world?s leading business power houses. Its position was hard earned, and even harder to maintain, but the people enjoyed some actual moments of prosperity.

And then the sky was filled with fire.

Like the rest of the world, Singapore?s people could only look on in horror as their homes and land became a battlefield for a force that they hadn?t even known existed. And then they watched as the survivors either faded away with Plague, or faded from the real world at the sudden boom and availability of Bliss. And then, something?odd, happened.

It was no secret that nations around the world were submitting to the new arrival of life, and also no secret that those who did benefited greatly: after all, what was the loss of a few freedoms and rights of the common people to continued survival? Singapore, however, took it one step beyond.

They actually opened a trade. Whether it was a trade of resources, rights, laws or lives was subject to the deal. All that mattered was that their new ?betters,? those who are referred to as the Wusheng (?Alphas?) and the Zhizhu (?Betas?), were content with the set up: a trading post on the new frontier that earth had become. Whether it was technology, information, robotics or even the now surprisingly profitable trade of Bliss, everything can be found in Singapore. Including, it seems, opportunity.

A Beta with the self-given title of ?Arms-master? has just begun to openly sell Beta weapons on the trade floor, something which was never done before. This is going to cause a stir in the market, and in particular gives you window.

A war is coming, and a war needs weapons, technology, an army, and especially funding.

It will require a sharp mind, and an even sharper tongue, but there is a great window to exploit here. It will have its cost, of course: no one ever made a profit without also making enemies, and often having to crush them in the same breath as they were made. Singapore is city where everyday a deal is made that will shake its foundation, but with this new market venture, there is chance you may cause even greater tremors then that. And nothing shakes the earth more then the hushed words of ?human uprising.?
Whether you listen for altruistic reasons, for business, or for own personal fancy, there is a certain desirable affinity to the whispers of resistance throughout the world. Not all that support such?dangerous talk are necessarily human-activists. If you can turn a tidy profit by a little war mongering, then who can blame you? If a few humans crushing a few Alien skulls also means that they would be willing to buy your merchandise, well, it?s the Aliens fault for not offering a better alternative, hmm?

Make no mistake, this will not be easy: calculated risks are the life blood of any good business, but never forget that your actual life blood is also on the line. Surround yourself with enemies, and you might be a part of the growing number of Merchants that have had unfortunate ?accidents.? Surround yourself with JUST enough allies, make yourself untouchable, and maybe you can climb the ranks. Play your trades right, and maybe even the Aliens would bend under your will. If ambition is your forte, maybe even play into the slowly bubbling conflict that is coming. With the right support, a small human insurgency could turn into an actual full blown war.

Others may do the fighting, but let?s be honest: this war on the horizon won?t be won by brave hearts, a steady aim, or even a noble leader. No, this war will be won with the right comment made in the right ears, a deal that makes a human rich and an alien broke, and it will all be won with a drink in one hand, and a false smile on your face?
Rules/expectations for the thread:
- The standard fair of no god-modding, make sure you have balanced characters, no causing trouble in the thread, or ignoring either myself or the other GMs, etc etc, you?ve probably already heard this part.
- You?re free to make your character as morally ambiguous as you want, but I don?t want any OUTRIGHT betrayals or backstabbing without my consent: you can raise the issue in the chat once you?re accepted.
- You?re character has to have some funds/resources to some capacity, but they are not unlimited. You can?t just buy everything nor will you be able to solve every situation by throwing money at it.
- While ?quirky? characters will be considered fairly, remember this is a pretty brutal world of trade, and your character should be thus reflected.
-I?m aware you can?t predict the future, and accept that, but you must ensure that you can update at least semi-regularly. We will work with those with issues or a slow update schedule, should the need arise.

[HEADING=1]Colombia, Mr.I?vebeenframed[/HEADING]

The Ram occupied the middle seat in the jeep with two of his other guards along with Weasel. They had driven for hours to Escriva, one of the quieter towns in Colombia. The drive was relatively silent with everyone on guard in case Castillans would ambush them within the second. A larger convoy of men would have definitely lured the Castillans out into the jungle so they had to play it safe. It rained by the time they stopped in the road but by they haven?t even reached the hamlet yet. Outside there was a car accident up ahead with a truck flipped over. Suspecting it was a trap, the Ram sent both of his men outside to investigate. The careful soldiers left the jeep, leaving only Weasel and the Ram.

"So, tell me why they call you Weasel." He finally asked with one eye out window anxiously scanning the wet horizon. Weasel was at first taken aback by this simple request but the realization that it was a command urged her to answer quickly.

"It was a name given to me, sir." Weasel said quickly as anxious as the Ram was. "My soldiers gave me this name and I stuck with it."

"A bestowed name then." The Ram nodded his head slowly. "Is it because of your height?"

"Maybe, sir." Weasel said, recognizing the Ram?s straightforwardness. "Sir, do you remember the fight for Pasto?"

"I do." The Ram said solemnly. "First the Fuerto Cartel with their outrageous demands then Las Bestias swooping in cleaning up the mess. I am very sorry if you lost any comrades in the fighting."

"On the contrary, I lead my men all the way out safety, sir." Weasel watched as the two guerillas down the road trying to tip the truck back up with the driver and a few bystanders. "I earned the name when we exited the city after two days of crawling among the rubble, "weaseling" our way out."

The soldiers pushed but the mud proved difficult to best.

"Damn fools." The Ram said stroking his beard, watching the soldiers try to get the truck off the road. "As for your name, you do us proud with your heroic acts. Once this is over, you will be remembered. I promise you that."

"No need for that, sir." Weasel said steadily. "I only want you to kick these damn aliens off our planet."

With one final push, the soldiers flipped the truck back on its wheels and off the small road. The Ram?s loud laugh almost made the car shake.

"I like you, Weasel." He said. "I need people like you in this coming mission."

The jeep arrived outside the walls of an abandoned plantation but with the vehicles outside, it was far from abandoned. Inside the spacious warehouse were the heads of resistance movements. Aurora and her closest Ultranationalists welcomed the Ram in to the meeting. There, they saw Mr. Savinio and his entourage along with the dreaded Jacinto and his men. Despite the warm welcome by Aurora, a tension stuck to the room. Their ideals and reasons clashed, sometimes violently as well but today, progress had to be made.

"I am about to lose my mountain compounds. The Castillans are getting boulder." Jacinto said first, taking long drags from his cigar and scratching his sunken cheeks often.

"Now that you mention it, they are also raiding my storehouses in Soledad and Soacha. They have decided to meet us today but I do not know when." Mr. Savinio said with his thick, Brazilian accent. He brushed some dirt off his expensive suit, paid for in smuggling and gun-running.

"The people are suffering the worst of it." Aurora spoke up, rapping her sharp nails on a nearby wall she was leaning on. Her brown, wavy hair curled around her beautiful face. "There are crackdowns all over Bogota, Bello, Periera, and Santa Marta. My people have tried to fight back but it is? quite difficult facing down the Castillans with nothing but machetes and pistols." She shot an accusing look at Mr. Savinio but he ignored it.

"My guerillas are being cornered. We are running out of jungle.? The Ram said concisely and it was true in Weasel?s eyes. She had seen the fires consume huge swaths of jungle. They had to do something soon or else they all faced the firing squad. "I hope you are right that they are coming. For your sake, this better work."

"Don?t worry, Ramirez." An unassuming man, Asian man said behind them. The leaders didn?t notice the man in the gray suit until he spoke up. "If I may call you by your name that is. In my industry, Fake names can get tiresome so you can all call me "Mr. Tai." There is no doubt that some of you know why I am here but to the others, you may know it by the name of "El Camaleón". They have taken quite an interest in this conflict with Colombia being so close to Mexico after all."

"We know El Camaleón but we don?t know you." Aurora said to the stocky man. "How do we know you work for them?"

"And why are you here?? The Ram said, cautiously. "You are either brave or foolish to be visiting a place like this? alone."

"I don?t work for them.? Tai said, extending his hands as if he were reaching out for them. "I am El Camaleón as much as you are all part of Colombia. All of you are what we all need to start making changes around here. What happens here will be known in Japan. Who you kill in Bogota will matter in Singapore. That is why I am here and I assure you that I am not alone and neither are you."

"You seem very hopeful for a con man." Jacinto said, eyeing Mr. Tai. "You think you can change old grudges with a snap of a finger? That?s what brought the world apart in the first place. I have heard your talk dozens of times before. You are no different in your effort."

"Don?t be so hesitant, Jacinto." Mr. Tai said, waving his finger at the old man?s retort. "And also don?t be so pessimistic either, my friends are dropping by in three?two?one."

The rumble of an engine made the flimsy, metal roof above them shudder. Some sort of aircraft arrived and hovered over the warehouse. Within a few seconds, several loud thuds were heard outside that sounded like metal containers hitting the wet mud. As soon as the aircraft came, it was gone with the rumbling subsiding as it flew away.

"Consider this shipment the first of many. Earth has to be liberated one way or the other." Mr. Tai said, nervously wringing his hands together. "Now do I have your cooperation?"

Rules and other fun stuff:
1. I expect you all to follow the Escapist guide on forum etiquette and conduct.
2. No Mary-Sue?s, trench-coating or God-modding
3. The word of the GM is law but if you can argue it then maybe I will reconsider a decision.
4. This one is more combat-oriented than others but that doesn?t mean you can make your character go full Rambo. You will all start from the bottom but if you play your cards right then you can make it to the top of the food chain here in Colombia.
5. Communication is key for RPs to go smoothly so please contact me if a need arises and I'm sure we can work something out. Also I encourage players to work together and collaborate on posts.
6. Post length should be moderate. I'm not expecting novels at a time but barebones posts, I do not like. Please add some meat to the posts.
7. Most importantly, have fun.

You play in one of four regions : Japan, Singapore, Great Britain and Colombia. Each region has a different GM and playstyle. The same cannot be done in all four regions, and the way you'll play will change from region to region.

There will be more than one character for you to control. Your character should all have something in common, although that's not mandatory. If they are not from the same 'Faction', write 'N/A' in your sheet.

You can apply for more than one region. You could also play in more than one region at the same time.

Region: (Japan, Singapore, UK, Colombia)
Faction: (If applicable, what your characters all belong to.)
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Name: (It should fit the region, unless the character is a foreigner)
Gender: (M/F)
Age: (14-70. The Resistence isn't picky, but you should still be reasonable).
Appearance: (What does your character look like? What does your character wear?)
Personality: (What are your character's personal traits? Likes, dislikes, fears and desires?)
Biography: (What's your character's life story?)
Profession: (What does your character do for a living? Are they a factory worker, a guerilla fighter or a shrewd businessman?)
Skills: (What are your character's most notable skills? Is your character a trained killer? Multilingual? An elusive shadow?)
Connections: (Who does your character know? This implies your characters all know each other, but that might not be the case in this RP, and they might know other persons of interest, PCs or NPCs.)
 

Mr.Ivebeenframed

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¡Hola!

Colombia GM here, we worked really hard on this RP and through all the text we had to compile, Iron forgot to put in the character sheets. I still hope people are interested in this because it has a little bit of everything! I look forward to having a fun and gun-ho experience with all of you people and see you in Colombia.
 

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Mr.Ivebeenframed said:
¡Hola!

Colombia GM here, we worked really hard on this RP and through all the text we had to compile, Iron forgot to put in the character sheets. I still hope people are interested in this because it has a little bit of everything! I look forward to having a fun and gun-ho experience with all of you people and see you in Colombia.
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I didn't forget to-
Oh wait, it got lost in the internet.. I'll get it up again.
 

ThreeWords

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I'm rather interested in this. I quite like the idea of ragged former British civil servants adapting to their horrific new circumstances.
 

Cal Shackleford

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Really interesting looking RP. Love the detail and back-story. Hope it gets off the ground!

Umming and ahhing between the areas (considering signing up if I may).

Did the Alphas (greys, hehe) learn their lesson after the Betas, or do they still like to fiddle about with the local genomes? (maybe on a much more controlled level, I'm guessing).

Got to love how so little can create so much - I'm fascinated with the Omega, my head's swimming with ideas and theories as to what they are. Heh. Fingers crossed!
 

TheIronRuler

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Cal Shackleford said:
Really interesting looking RP. Love the detail and back-story. Hope it gets off the ground!

Umming and ahhing between the areas (considering signing up if I may).

Did the Alphas (greys, hehe) learn their lesson after the Betas, or do they still like to fiddle about with the local genomes? (maybe on a much more controlled level, I'm guessing).

Got to love how so little can create so much - I'm fascinated with the Omega, my head's swimming with ideas and theories as to what they are. Heh. Fingers crossed!
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The Betas were a mistake altogether. They couldn't control their development and exploit it, and it spiraled out of control. They don't want to create any more competition in deep space - which is why their colonial policy is what it is.

The Omegas are not just one group, but a collection of smaller colonial powers. Think of Denmark, Courland and the Netherlands in the colonial scene. Present, but with little possessions, and an inability to protect their holdings against the other powers if they so desired to take it.

You can apply to more than one region if you want to. Each and every one has a different play-style.
 

Cal Shackleford

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TheIronRuler said:
Thanks for the info.

Thinking of going Japan and Columbia. (Rough archetypes being, one pov soldier, two pov yakuza [a footman & a drug cook] and a pov "businessman" with dreams of a bygone world).

Just to pester with a few more questions - Is it right to assume that the Imperial Household is wiped out, especially if Kurasagi is the puppet-figurehead of the current regime (ditto for the UK and most other royal families)?

You say Japan/Rakuen is under Alpha control, but in the deeper details section you use "Big Brother Beta" is that just a flavour term? (Sorry if pedantic).
 

SirDerpy

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Cal Shackleford said:
Hey there, Japan GM reporting! Hehe, I accidentally switched the names around a bit, mistake on my part. Should be fixed now.

As to your questions, the royal family in Japan, given the level of colonization there, had been executed right at the very start. It'd be annoying to have any figureheads for the humans to rally around, after all (I wouldn't be able to speak for UK, but I assume it's much the same). Yes, Kurasagi is effectively the president/dictator of Japan, as long as the aliens approve of his and his government's actions.
 

FliedLiverAttack

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This looks like cool beans. Would love to join up if I could.
Query: How long would the GM's be willing to accept new people?
 

SirDerpy

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FliedLiverAttack said:
This looks like cool beans. Would love to join up if I could.
Query: How long would the GM's be willing to accept new people?
We don't have a set due date, but it's going to open for a long time unless all slots are filled up very rapidly.

Considering the large possible amount of slots...we've got time.