A chip that fails under pressure becomes sentient.
The machines controlled by it become evil.
They find us inferior to them.
They want to make the world theirs.
Their attack has begun...
And you're right in the middle of it.
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'The workers families report that their loved ones haven't been home for four days. However when we tried to get a closer look at the factory, the doors were locked tight. Our field reporter confirmed the machines are still running, although no one seems to be operating them...'
"Damnit! Now it's all over the news." A grumpy, slightly balding man in a suit slammed his hand down on the polished table. The nameplate in front of his seat read 'Agent Walker: FBI Chief'.
"Jenkins! Do we have any more reports?" Walker barked at a trembling young agent sitting further down the table. "And where the fuck is that coffee I asked for!" His voice carried out into the hallway, where a frustrated woman was standing next to a large coffee machine. She hit the side of the machine with her fist, before shaking her head and walking away.
The young agent, Jenkins, stood up slowly. He passed a few files down the table to the Chief. "Well S-Sir... We managed to get someone inside the factory, but they couldn't find any of the workers. It seems the machines are running the factory by themselves..." Jenkins stammered.
"The factory is running itself? That's preposterous!" The Chief snorted. "Next the TV will be changing channels by itself." He said, slamming his hand on the table again. As if by command, the TV changed the channel, switching to a cooking show.
'Next we mix the eggs! Don't forget to add the flour in over time, not all at once.' The TV chattered, before the screen went black.
"Stupid thing is broken again." One of the other agents in the room said, tapping the TV with a magazine. There was a loud screeching sound, then an angry 8-bit face appeared on the screen.
"
" The machine retorted, still letting out a high pitch whistle. In the next room, the coffee machine started laughing maniacally, and squirted hot coffee over all the desks.
The TV ripped itself away from the wall and balanced on the cords and wires that had plugged it into the power outlet. It moved it's way onto the table, as some of the agents near the door made a run for it.
"
" The TV said in it's cold, robotic voice, as it lunged at the FBI Chief.
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It's all about a strange accident that happened in a factory miles from the town where you live: Some machines with a certain AI chip went haywire and refused to work after an update they installed a couple of days ago. No-one knows why, but the people working at said place haven't come home since.
Yesterday, there have been weird reports of people saying household appliances won't work, appear to have moved on their own or even started to talk back to them. Nobody is sure, but rumors go about it possibly having a connection with the factory accident.
Today, shit's gonna happen. Bad shit. But no-one knows.
[HEADING=1]
The machines controlled by it become evil.
They find us inferior to them.
They want to make the world theirs.
Their attack has begun...
And you're right in the middle of it.
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Prologue...
[/HEADING]'The workers families report that their loved ones haven't been home for four days. However when we tried to get a closer look at the factory, the doors were locked tight. Our field reporter confirmed the machines are still running, although no one seems to be operating them...'
"Damnit! Now it's all over the news." A grumpy, slightly balding man in a suit slammed his hand down on the polished table. The nameplate in front of his seat read 'Agent Walker: FBI Chief'.
"Jenkins! Do we have any more reports?" Walker barked at a trembling young agent sitting further down the table. "And where the fuck is that coffee I asked for!" His voice carried out into the hallway, where a frustrated woman was standing next to a large coffee machine. She hit the side of the machine with her fist, before shaking her head and walking away.
The young agent, Jenkins, stood up slowly. He passed a few files down the table to the Chief. "Well S-Sir... We managed to get someone inside the factory, but they couldn't find any of the workers. It seems the machines are running the factory by themselves..." Jenkins stammered.
"The factory is running itself? That's preposterous!" The Chief snorted. "Next the TV will be changing channels by itself." He said, slamming his hand on the table again. As if by command, the TV changed the channel, switching to a cooking show.
'Next we mix the eggs! Don't forget to add the flour in over time, not all at once.' The TV chattered, before the screen went black.
"Stupid thing is broken again." One of the other agents in the room said, tapping the TV with a magazine. There was a loud screeching sound, then an angry 8-bit face appeared on the screen.
"
Code:
Stupid? I've been here for 4 months and I've never seen any of you pathetic humans do anything smart!
The TV ripped itself away from the wall and balanced on the cords and wires that had plugged it into the power outlet. It moved it's way onto the table, as some of the agents near the door made a run for it.
"
Code:
It's time to make some changes around here!
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Story
[/HEADING]It's all about a strange accident that happened in a factory miles from the town where you live: Some machines with a certain AI chip went haywire and refused to work after an update they installed a couple of days ago. No-one knows why, but the people working at said place haven't come home since.
Yesterday, there have been weird reports of people saying household appliances won't work, appear to have moved on their own or even started to talk back to them. Nobody is sure, but rumors go about it possibly having a connection with the factory accident.
Today, shit's gonna happen. Bad shit. But no-one knows.
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Important stuff to know
[/HEADING]- Standard RP rules apply. So no godmode, random killing or faffing about (too much).
- Any large steps taken in the story are made only by the GM's.(Me and Sky14kemea)
- Remember that no-one knows of anything happening at the moment of whatever you're doing.
- You all live in the same city or in close proximity to it.
- You are not superheroes, martial arts specialists or soldiers with guns. You are all an average man/woman trying to survive.
- Any large steps taken in the story are made only by the GM's.(Me and Sky14kemea)
- Remember that no-one knows of anything happening at the moment of whatever you're doing.
- You all live in the same city or in close proximity to it.
- You are not superheroes, martial arts specialists or soldiers with guns. You are all an average man/woman trying to survive.
Name
First and last name)
Gender
Self-explainatory)
Age
Above 16 years)
Appearance
How do you look? How tall? What clothes do you wear?)
Personality
How do you react to situations? Are you optimistic? Pessimistic?)
Occupation
What's your line of work?)
Bio up to now
A small introducion to yourself. Don't make it too long, around 10 sentences will do fine.)
Gender
Age
Appearance
Personality
Occupation
Bio up to now
Q: Who is/are my GM(s)?
A: Your GM's are me(Segadroid) and Sky14kemea. I will participate in the RP myself and will sometimes move the story on. Sky is responsible for non-player actions and moving the story in general.
Q: What exactly is going to happen?
A: Oooh, wouldn't you like to know. It will all be revealed as the story progresses.
Q: Could you at least say what we're starting with?
A: At first you all are just going on about your lives. Waking up, going to work, stuff like that. When shit's about to happen, we'll let you know.
Q: Is this the future?
A: Nope, this happens in our time, not in 2403 or something.
Q: Will we use guns?
A: If you can find them, yes. However, none of you has a gun or knows how to wield one at the moment.
Q: I still have questions, what can I do?
A: Ask!
A: Your GM's are me(Segadroid) and Sky14kemea. I will participate in the RP myself and will sometimes move the story on. Sky is responsible for non-player actions and moving the story in general.
Q: What exactly is going to happen?
A: Oooh, wouldn't you like to know. It will all be revealed as the story progresses.
Q: Could you at least say what we're starting with?
A: At first you all are just going on about your lives. Waking up, going to work, stuff like that. When shit's about to happen, we'll let you know.
Q: Is this the future?
A: Nope, this happens in our time, not in 2403 or something.
Q: Will we use guns?
A: If you can find them, yes. However, none of you has a gun or knows how to wield one at the moment.
Q: I still have questions, what can I do?
A: Ask!