Just to let you guys know I AM working on an update. Due to the nature of the suggestions its going to have two or 3 images this time, so it might be a couple days.
thanks for your patience!
Anyways, since you're the author, I want to ask how you think your character sounded like?
I read his voice like Vandal in Dead Space (like this)
And it's probably because of the mask and his name, which coincidentally is that game's protagonist name.
I guess I lied, spent a few hours working on it and powered through a couple more images.
The radio crackles to life once more, and the voice is heard again.
"So Isaac, are you armed?"
"No... Why would I have a weapon?"
The voice on the radio lets out an audible sigh, much to Isaac's irritation.
"Get yourself a weapon..or at least something that looks like one, at a distance. You might not have realized it yet, but these streets aren't as empty as they seem"
Isaac looks around, as if expecting some assailant to jump out at any moment. It is clear that he had not thought of the possibility of being attacked when he was apparently so alone.
"Now that you mention it... I have been getting the feeling that I was being followed lately. Of course I could never track them down, and I assumed I was just seeing things.
A weapon should not be too hard to find. I'll keep an eye out."
The voice responds in a satisfied tone.
"Right then, looks like I'm already helping you out.
So how are you doing on supplies? You'll want to have a supply of first aid and basic survival items on hand; bandages, medicine to fight infections, iodine drops to purify drinking water, that sort of thing."
"I'm actually pretty stocked on survival gear. When I left the AugSoft tower I grabbed a few of the survival kits. One of them is supposed to last you a couple months at least. Though the nutrient bars leave something to be desired. I don't have any real food at the moment though, I suppose an actual meal would be a nice change. I guess I'll check around in some of the shops, see if the looters forgot a can of beans or something."
Isaac walks over to the entrance of the nearest shop. Like most of the others the sliding door has been forced open, and is unpowered. There is no light inside, and once again he reaches around in his pack for a few moments before pulling out a high powered glow rod.
"Just so you know, I only have 7 more of these. So lets try to conserve them, at least until I can find a flashlight or something."
He stands in the entrance and activates the light. It slowly powers up and he waves it around in front of him as if hoping the light will reach further that way.
The voice interrupts his tentative exploration with a question.
"Issac do you ever miss anything about the compound? What about the shelters, have you been looking for them?"
Isaac responds, sounding almost excited to have another chance to tell more of his story.
"The AugSoft Compound? I miss a lot of things about it. Air that won't clog your lungs with toxic dust, actual meals, toilets...
Other than that though... Not really. I guess I do miss the people now. Though when I was there I would have said the opposite. I was never very good at being social, Kept to myself most of the time, but I would mingle with the others from time to time. Most of it was an act though, I was always terrified I would say the wrong thing. So I kept myself busy working on the project, and when I first left during the riot I was actually happy to just be alone. Obviously that changed."
He tosses the light into the dark building, its blue glow illuminating overturned shelves and debris on the floor.
"Man, sorry about that, I probably went a bit too in depth there. Its been a while since I had someone to talk to though, you know?"
Isaac enters the building and crouches down next to the light.
Before the voice can respond however, Isaac shouts excitedly, and reaches for a dark cylindrical object on the ground.
"Well I doubt we will find any food in here... But do you know what this is? This is a machine shop, mechanical supplies, robot parts...
Honestly I'm surprised that this place has not been picked clean already."
"Okay, a machine shop. How does that help you again?"
"Well you said I should find a weapon, right? Well I have everything I need to make one right in this room. And not just a crude club either, I don't know if I mentioned this, but I'm a scientist. This here, this is an industrial electromagnet!"
He picks the cylinder up off the ground and turns it over in his hand, inspecting it.
"Perfect, it's still in working order. Now if I can find a few more supplies I should be able to put together one hell of a weapon."
He scours the remaining odds and ends left on the shelves, bringing what he needs to the center of the room by the light.
What he fails to notice however is a figure quickly darting out the door when his back is turned.
He works in silence for a while, occasionally muttering to himself, though it is to quiet for the radio to pick up.
Soon he stops working and sits back, looking at his work with apparent pride.
Before him sits what used to be an electric hand drill, though it could hardly be called that now. the internal workings seem to have been entirely replaced, and where the drill bit would once have been is now a slightly modified industrial electromagnet. He picks up a bearing out of one of the boxes he found and pulls back on the bolt of the pistol. After loading the bearing inside he puts a bag of about 50 more bearings in his pack.
NEW ITEM: BOLT ACTION COIL GUN
Isaac stands up and leaves the now dim light of the glow rod, heading for the door.
From the way he holds his new weapon, stopping and pointing it dramatically a couple times on his way out it is clear that he is quite pleased with himself.
As he exits the building, he promptly aims the gun at a poster on the wall opposite the shop and fires. There is no bang, just a *WHUMP* as the steel ball is buried in the concrete behind the flimsy paper.
While there was no loud noise, the voice on the radio lets out a startled shout, and exclaims about a serious burst of static.
Isaac reaches into the pocket of his greatcoat and reloads the gun, apparently satisfied with the test firing.
"Well I have a gun now, so that's one goal down. Think I should keep looking for supplies? Or maybe try to track down whoever has been following me?
The city is basically abandoned too, so I suppose I could just explore if I wanted to."
The radio crackles once again, and the voice responds...
Anyways, since you're the author, I want to ask how you think your character sounded like?
I read his voice like Vandal in Dead Space (like this)
And it's probably because of the mask and his name, which coincidentally is that game's protagonist name.
That voice fits pretty well actually. Though I usually just imagined him with my own voice.
There is probably a filter like that dead space voice though, the mask is all kinds of high tech, so it makes sense.
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.
Issac, are you sure thats enough ammo?
You should look around and see if there are any more things you could use
I mean if they are following you, you can always get them later!
((also your voice fits nicely, it would be neat to have this end up as something to be listened to))
The Goodstuff is always behind the spoiler... Its always changeing really!
"You might wanna look around, y'know, never know if something hostile's gonna lash out at ya."
You are the Chief of Doom in the Land of Steppe and Silence. Your chumHandle is absentmindedThinker. --you tend to think too much and sometimes you get a bit ahead of yourself-- (you now have a pesterchum)
Originally Posted by crash826
"I KN3W W3 SHOULDN'T H4V3 H4D N3P3T4 DO TH3 3CTOB1OLOGY"
Originally Posted by Cervos
Karkat explains this with bandicoots. I'll explain this with Pokemon (again[again{again}])
You've got your Johnvee and evolved him into Joltijohn and you're like well shit fuck this ground gym leader can't beat him. Gotta restart
But you wanna keep Joltijohn. So you trade Joltijohn to another game session.
You can now restart the old game. You still have Johnvee there to pick up again. He's the same but now he's different. He can live another life that's different from the original like turn him into Flarejohn.
You can also bring your old Joltijohn into your game too. You now how 2 Johns.
"Yeah, could you patch me into the visual feed? I might be able to help you spot some of these guys who you keep seeing. Kinda like in an old video game, heh.
...look, I don't know why you're trusting me like this. It's been a hell of a few months now. I mean, I guess I'm glad that there's someone out there who isn't quite as mad as the rest of them..."
RPG- you don't even have to ask. +1 reader. Let's make it a good one.
Hey guys, Another update just to let you all know that this is not dead.
I actually feel really bad for letting this go for so long, but midterms are still in full swing.
Thanks for being patient!
Hey guys, Another update just to let you all know that this is not dead.
I actually feel really bad for letting this go for so long, but midterms are still in full swing.
Thanks for being patient!
So midterms are over and I have a weekend free of homework. Time to art it up.
The Voice can once more be heard in Isaac's ear.
"You know, when I said to arm yourself, I really just meant 'find a pipe to hit things with'..."
"Yeah, well this is better."
"That it is. You got enough ammo? Be a shame to run out when you need it most."
"I got all the bearings in the shop, about 50. I'm sure I'll find more eventually. But honestly, what do you think I'm going to be fighting? In the months I've been out here I have not run into any trouble. What are the odds that stuff starts happening now?"
The sounds of a keyboard clacking can be heard over the radio, and the voice comes back a moment later.
"About that... I found something while I was looking over the exterior cameras just now. Can you get to higher ground? I think you will know when you see it."
Isaac looks at the buildings around him, and then down a number of narrow alleys before finding an enclosed ladder serving as a fire escape on the side of a nearby building.
He quickly jogs over to it and starts climbing.
When he reaches the top he appears to be a bit out of breath. and as he pulls himself over the edge and onto the roof, he complains loudly.
"This had better be worth it, I've-"
His complaint is silenced by what he sees.
Abandoned buildings are nothing if not predictable, this is something he learned a long time ago. For instance, abandoned buildings don't explode and start billowing smoke for no reason. Well, not usually.
As he stands and stares in silence, a brilliant flash of lightning streaks across the sky, lighting the dense clouds from within. It is several seconds before the thunder is heard. When it does arrive, it shakes him out of his silence and he speaks quietly to the voice.
"How long has it been like that?"
"Can't say for sure, but it was fine yesterday when I checked the feeds if that helps at all."
"Not really.
There must be others then.
I should have guessed here would be other people in the city besides me. Its probably been just due to the size of it that I have not run into anyone yet...
Now I suppose you want me to go check this out for you, huh?"
The voice responds.
So this update kinda sucks, not gonna lie. About half way through painting it I got hit by homework and all that, so there was a gap of about a week between the images.
I'll be trying out some different styles pretty soon here, so as always I don't know how frequent updates will be.
Once again thanks to anyone with the patience to follow this, the slowest of all adventures.
"Well, it's not either of our problems, but there's not much going on out here. Who's going around just blowing up skyscrapers for no reason, though?... It might end up being a problem. Do you want to check it out?"
Beauty takes time, mate, and this adventure has much of it. We can wait.
"Well, it's not either of our problems, but there's not much going on out here. Who's going around just blowing up skyscrapers for no reason, though?... It might end up being a problem. Do you want to check it out?"
I'll go with this answer.
You are the Chief of Doom in the Land of Steppe and Silence. Your chumHandle is absentmindedThinker. --you tend to think too much and sometimes you get a bit ahead of yourself-- (you now have a pesterchum)
Originally Posted by crash826
"I KN3W W3 SHOULDN'T H4V3 H4D N3P3T4 DO TH3 3CTOB1OLOGY"
Originally Posted by Cervos
Karkat explains this with bandicoots. I'll explain this with Pokemon (again[again{again}])
You've got your Johnvee and evolved him into Joltijohn and you're like well shit fuck this ground gym leader can't beat him. Gotta restart
But you wanna keep Joltijohn. So you trade Joltijohn to another game session.
You can now restart the old game. You still have Johnvee there to pick up again. He's the same but now he's different. He can live another life that's different from the original like turn him into Flarejohn.
You can also bring your old Joltijohn into your game too. You now how 2 Johns.
"Those others you mentioned. I'm not all that sure you can call them people. Not any more. If you could check it out for me, it would help us both, but I don't blame you if you rather not."
She sleeps in tower ivory, she dreams in one of gold,
At once she is both young and dead and old.
She sees what is to happen, knows not what will unfold.
Fire took her dreams away, now emptiness rules sleep,
In bubbles ruled by creatures mad her sanity she keeps
And through the madness she becomes a wolf and not a sheep.
Now space is in her grasp, power great and vast
And on the golden inch she sails on ship of golden masts
To face a fiend of power cosmic, whose reign forever lasts.
How will this journey end, no one can be sure,
But however it will end, the universe she’ll cure.
John:
Zephyr his mount, sapphire his cape
The Heir arrives on wings of storm
Lightning his scepter, thunder his crown
The power of Breath the world does transform
Light on his feet, light in his heart
Greatness is his, his to perform
Potential endless, given by air
The power of Breath the world does transform
Joy rules him still, though darkness looms close
And sorrows and pain threaten to swarm
He rises above, the sky is his throne
The power of Breath the world does transform
Though kindness is his, cruelty cast aside
Threaten his kin, trouble their form
And prepare to reap a whirlwind of force
The power of Breath your hate will transform.
Rose:
At the tip of her wand seraphim dance
A ballet of strife with devils of chance.
Sable and Emerald duel for her mind;
If either prevails , her fate won’t be kind
At all times in control, except when she’s not.
Aberrations of dread foul feelers do send.
They whisper of treason, damnation and rot,
Of crimes she could never hope to amend.
She will not surrender, relinquish no sliver
Of her mind to the hunters that come from the void.
Fight them every step, she won’t falter or quiver;
She fights for herself, least she be destroyed.
With wizardry and light, the future she scouts,
The roll of the dice now her crystal ball,
And though what she sees may cause her some doubt
The Seer will never again be a thrall.
Furious Pariah, hard of shell
Herder of wolves, they bite at his ankles
Making his way through a hazy hell.
Hurried the midwife, doomed the born
Ruinous creator, tumorous doctor
He failed, for hatred now sworn.
In desolation lingers, never dares to hope
For he knows hope is a butcher
With his helplessness he cannot cope
Rage too betrayed him, bond asunder
Leaving a trail of corpses behind
The jester cares not if he goes under
Trapped in loathing, harried by temporal shades
Cursed by heretical plasma, hidden by shame
Jealousy grows, cultivated by sightless blades
Blindness sneers at him
Callousness will spare not a moment
His blood by loneliness made dim
Kanaya:
On sunny sands she walks, while others in darkness sleep.
Caring soul, ancestor to a generation that will never be born.
Care is met with cruelty, dealt by the spider’s sting,
Her love is repaid with indifference, pricks like the sharpest thorn.
Amphibian progeny she raises, watched by a warrior filled with pride
Haste her child will doom, the warrior demands it still, she obeys.
A universe is born only to die again.
Her love is repaid by stillbirth; her child will never see the light of day.
Fleeing from bladed death, her last hope has yet to hatch,
She shows compassion to a wounded soul, giving it a goal.
That hope is a devil in sheep’s skin, and burns all others.
Her love is repaid with treason, and in her heart a hole.
With vengeance she rises again, less and more than she was.
The devil is cleaved by a sword of teeth. It gives her no peace.
Now she searches for a space to call her own.
Her love is waiting for a balm that the pain will cease.
He is without equal, brain like a storm
Hateful and wretched, worthless worm
Wisdom and knowledge, power unknown
Ignorant fool, his fate does bemoan
Fierce is his mind, fierce his heart too
Cowardly maggot of red and blue
She was his best friend, she could have been more
He fired and fired, left nothing but gore
He saved her life, she kissed him and smiled
Shot through the chest, while he choked on bile
He did what he could, it wasn’t his fault
He failed like always, her death couldn’t halt
Blackness unfolds him, no more red and blue
Duality vanished, the dying shouts are gone
Peace at last, a final dark dawn.
Tranquility in emptiness
Rest in the void
Clarity in blindness
Unity in death.
Pointy shades, bulbous rump
Ironic coolness, rhymes I pump
Shatterproof sword, Causal cap
Layers of satire, I take no crap
Flashy moves, tasty grooves
Never lose, always the one to choose
Faster than sound, flashing around
Cutting fools down, fighting black clowns
Jet board, can’t be ignored, check out the sword
Slashing through imps like metaphysical gourds
Grist hoard, everything afford, won every single possible award
Shit so easy, I get bored.
Got Cal, best pal, me and him is an entire cabal
Bounce a coin, try not to look sad;
It won’t get to land before I send you
Beaten so bad like a kick to the groin
You can’t beat Bro at shit, I’m simply the best there is
Holding a monopoly on the asskicking biz.