Drunk Tank #10
6 years ago
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1 year ago
I'm a big loser, and really have no friends.
2 years ago
Commander Leon Carter: I really do not care how much you don't like it, Doctor. The 12th is far too valuable a resource to allow to rot away in one of your asylums.
Dr. Ingrid Jennings: Comander, you don't understand. This isn't about what I like, it's about what sins I can commit and still get my sleep at night. This isn't one of them.
Carter: I know their reputation, and I am at peace with it. My mind is made up, doctor.
Jennings: Listen to me you stubborn moose, you do NOT want to be on the history books as the man who let these people run loose.
Carter: What makes you think you have the right-
Jennings: What makes you think YOU have the right? I don't care how desperate we are, you CAN NOT give them the keys to the Brok-
Carter: That information is classified!
Jennings: You didn't think I'd look into what insanity you've brought on us? I wrote the fucking profile on your abomination. I'm not some little secretary you can order around. I am vital to your operation, and you will listen to me.
Carter: Fine! Fine. You've got my attention. Say what you need to say.
Jennings: These people are at their best unfit to exist in a civilized society. When an animal becomes this rabid, we put them down. And they are animals. Humans can be rehabilitated. Hell even the covenant we were able to reason with. I have never seen this many sociopaths grouped together. Its like Drake himself grew them in a lab. If we win the war, and we both know that's a big if, they will undo all of the progress we've made. It's the only thing they're capable of. Have you ever spoken with any of these people? I have, and I'm still nauseous.
Carter: You've spoken with them?
Jennings: A few of them. My department ran their psych evaluations after we pulled them out of that insurrectionist outpost. I saw Firebrand's name run across my chart and I knew I had to talk to one of them
Jennings: And I regret it. Peter Firebrand is a schizophrenic. Alexander Finch is an alcoholic. They're all anti-social, and they all know it. They aren't tactical genuineness. They are dangerously unstable and extremely lucky. It's not a combination I'm willing to bet humanity's future on.
Carter: We have contingencies in place if things go wrong. The operation is going forward as planed. I understand your fears, Doctor, but rest assured, I've already considered them.
Jennings: After all this, you expect me to just take a leap of faith? What drugs are you on, Commander?
Carter: I'm sending you the files now.
Jennings: That isn't comforting.
Carter: If it makes you feel better, I'm putting you in charge of the project. You understand what's at stake here.
Jennings: Am I supposed to thank you?
Carter: You're supposed to do what's right. But first, there is work to do.
The world as we know it is at the calendar date August, 1968 in the town of Seattle WA.
There are lots of people in Seattle with lots of stories to be told, and one day, perhaps all of them will have their day in the spotlight. This thread, however, only serves to document those that currently have a game to tell them.
The first of these is our flagship game, Any Port in the Storm. This game takes place exclusively on the property of Jackson's Pub, located off of Highway 99 by the shore of Puget Sound. The bar is home to all sorts of the city's nefarious riffraff, and is the unofficial neutral ground between all of the operators in Seattle.
Jackson's property includes the bar itself, which is rather large on its own. The property also includes an old lighthouse and working dock and pier.
I encourage the players to create their own organizations and peoples to fill Jackon's and the rest of Seattle and to run their own games in cooperation with mine. Jackon's works on the idea of every guy know's a guy. I intend to create the bridge between a whole host of other games and stories occurring in a larger world.
This thread is for character creation, approval, and discussion.
Name: What your parent's gave you.
Nickname: What folks call you.
Age: A number 1 to dead.
Gender: Did god give you parts that dangle or ones that bleed once a month?
Profession: What form of taking money from others puts food on your table.
Personality: I'm a GM, not s shrink. Just tell me what you're like.
Appearance: Just post a picture, then, you lazy fuck.
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