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Post by The Shadow King on May 3, 2015 9:02:08 GMT -8
Alright, sounds good to me. How do you want to kick this off?
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Post by Galdaart Fel on May 3, 2015 9:19:24 GMT -8
Well, need some more soldiers to kick it off. Give me a couple more days to try and recruit...
-Dan
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Post by DrRoninMatango on May 3, 2015 9:38:41 GMT -8
So will I be needed as my undercover assassin/ doc self?
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Post by Galdaart Fel on May 3, 2015 9:42:49 GMT -8
Do something new, Mark! Roll up a new PC...
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 3, 2015 10:35:13 GMT -8
"We who are about to die, salute you."
You fear us, as well you should. We have nothing to lose. We are the walking dead, and we won't mind at all if we send others on their way ahead of us. We kill and we die; it's all the same to us. Mess with us at your peril. Your lords and masters made a terrible mistake. It's all right to fear us, vilify us, to call us psychopaths and pathetic thrill seekers. It's even okay to try to kill us — it's going to happen sooner or later, right?
But you should never have given us hope. Even worse, you shouldn't have taken that hope away. You dogs -- you tried to fool us with promises of long life and power. You thought we would become your cannon fodder, and kill and die in your name. Now we know your promises were lies. Big mistake, "Squishies."
This day, all the Juicers on the continent declare war on the State and all their allies. We hold the Government personally responsible for this betrayal. We are coming for you. Think about it and tremble.
—Julian the First Juicer, Commander of the Juicer Army for Liberation
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 3, 2015 10:37:16 GMT -8
...Juicers are a strange and unique group. Some are people who have sacrificed their lives for the sake of power, others are unwitting or unwilling victims, and many are desperate or driven people who do not care about the consequences of their actions. Avengers, psychos and misfits, they are feared by many people on Falleen, and in the other systems that have adopted the tech, often with good reason. After all, a person who does not care about whether or not he or she lives or dies has little regard for the lives of other people. The other side of the coin is the dedicated warrior, who has literally already sacrificed his life for some cause, be it revenge, the protection of the weak, or some obscure obsession.
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 3, 2015 10:51:39 GMT -8
Juicer torture. A captured series one (external drug harness) soldier endures having his injection harness cut.
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 3, 2015 10:57:37 GMT -8
A Juicer exhibiting terminal side effects is said to be on his "Last Call." Juicer's on Last Call can experience any of the symptoms below, starting in the last (fourth) year of his/her life. By the last month of the fourth year, there is a 26% chance of experiencing one of the following maladies.
Headaches: Pounding migraine headaches are a common complaint of Juicers on Last Call. They can be the result of blood pressure problems, or, more often, the gradual death of brain cells (see memory loss, below). Whatever their cause, these headaches can be extremely intense. Sufferers become short-tempered and easily provoked, sometimes lashing out at the slightest provocation. The migraines can occur as often as six times a day.
Memory Loss: As the Juicer starts to burn out, some sections of his brain may actually die; the most common areas are those that store memory, especially long-term memory. Commonly, Juicers start to forget details about their early lives, although 90% retain full memories of the last five to ten years of their lives until they die.
High Blood Pressure/Nosebleeds: As the bio-comp pushes the body well past its breaking point, many Juicers suffer from excessive blood pressure levels, enough to kill a normal man. Common symptoms include a lack of skin ruddiness, specially around the face, giving the Juicer a constantly flushed look. Nosebleeds often occur whenever the Juicer is upset or tense, as the high pressure actually bursts the delicate nasal blood vessels.
The Shakes: As the body is pushed beyond it limits, the Juicer may develop a slight, but constant body tremor.
Reduced Healing: The body just can't respond like it used to, even when pumped with augmenting drugs. As a resuit, the Juicer's healing factor is reduced by half (only heals two times faster than a normal human. Still incredible, but not as lightning-fast as in the first few years of existence as a Juicer.
Muscle Cramps: The stresses put on the Juicer's body will eventually destroy the muscle tissue, abused by the drugs that conferred the character super-human strength. The first symptom of this deterioration are muscle cramps, which can be extremely painful, although not overwhelming (the biocomp releases drugs that block the pain, allowing the Juicer to carry on and continue destroying his body).
Addictions: Juicers nearing the end start acquiring immunities to some of the drugs that power their body. Drugs that used to enhance their reflexes, block pain and relieve boredom and tiredness start losing their effectiveness. The bio-comp responds by injecting ever-increasing dosages into the Juicer's bloodstream, but often the Juicer starts suffering withdrawal symptoms anyway. Many of them deal with the withdrawal symptoms (which include depression, sleepiness and listlessness) by using other drugs like tobacco, alcohol, barbiturates and others. The interactions between the Juicer chemical dispenser and these drugs are often unpredictable and dangerous.
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 3, 2015 11:02:19 GMT -8
The Edge
It's like this. Imagine you're walking down the street, minding your own business, and then two street scum decide to screw with you. Maybe they don't notice the drug harness — myself, I hide it under my cloak; I don't like to advertise — or maybe they are just high on something, or just plain crazy. They ask you for money, you tell them to go play with themselves, and one of them reaches for a gun or a vibro-blade.
That's when it starts to happen.
That little computer they built into you starts pumping chemicals into your bloodstream. The world slows down around you, and everything feels sharper, clearer, more real than anything you'll ever feel, before or after. You can count every hair in the young punk's face, you can smell his fear and anger, you are aware of everything around you.
I guess that's how a god would feel.
You have all the time in the world. The punk's weapon is only halfway out of its holster, and you still have time to think of a battle plan, enjoy the scenery, and even think of a snappy joke, before you need to make your move. Finally, you decide it's time to act. The punk is ten feet away. You close in. To the punk and his friends, it's like you just teleported. They are flies trying to swim through molasses, and you are a hawk soaring through the sky. What to do, what to do...
You could draw your gun and drill the punk between his eyes, but you are feeling artistic, so you just wind-up and give him a good haymaker, powerful enough to dent ballistic armor. So the punk manages to clear his weapon, but you just batted his head 20' clean off his shoulders. The other punks try to run. You can catch them —they'd need a car to get away from you — or you can let them go, enjoying the high while it lasts.
Finally, the danger is over, and you come down. Things stop being so clear and beautiful anymore. You may even get the nagging suspicion you are back to being a human. Sometimes, I need to remind myself I'm not, and I have to leap off a building just to get the rush going again. You never feel so alive until you spit into the face of Death.
—From 'A Juicer's Diary,' by Crazy Lou. Printed by Kingsdale Books.
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Post by Urgayle Pyro on May 3, 2015 11:18:42 GMT -8
"The wannabe tries to smile grimly and look tough, but all he manages to do is look young and scared. Then he tries to come in. Lara, our bouncer, tries to be nice; she's got a soft spot for the young and stupid. "Juicers only, squishy."
"I'm a Juicer, and I can prove it," he says, and that's when I know there's gonna be trouble. I should have noticed the symptoms: the kid had dropped a tab of Crash. "Lara, he's..." I start to say. "I'm gonna kick your ass!" the kid screams, and he tries to punch Lara in the face. Crash makes you stronger and faster than human; it also makes you dumb enough to think it's enough to take on a Juicer. The sad thing was, the kid moved fast enough to make Lara react as if he posed a real danger.
Her reflexes take over her, and before I can get to the door the kid's gotten his neck broken. Lara looks at me. Even under all the face paint, I can see her guilty expression. I shrug.
"It don't mean nothin ."
— From A Juicer's Diary, by Crazy Lou. Printed by Kingsdale Books.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on May 3, 2015 12:05:24 GMT -8
Do something new, Mark! Roll up a new PC... I think I have something in mind, I'll rp as a juicer, I think I can rp someone on the edges of losing it one moment and thinking clearly the next
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Post by Karana Malora on May 3, 2015 20:15:46 GMT -8
Alt, definitely. I'd get too confused writing her on Mal. Working on getting us more players!
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Post by Adelle Bastiel on May 4, 2015 13:06:40 GMT -8
I'd love to rp in this, particularly since my character is an investigator (liaison agent with CorSec) and a Healer.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on May 4, 2015 16:14:49 GMT -8
So do the juicers have to be human?
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Post by The Shadow King on May 4, 2015 16:28:29 GMT -8
That would probably depend on what other species you had in mind.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on May 4, 2015 16:30:14 GMT -8
Togorian
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Post by The Shadow King on May 4, 2015 16:40:29 GMT -8
Personally, I would imagine that anything that can't breed with a human wouldn't survive the process.
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Post by DrRoninMatango on May 4, 2015 16:47:11 GMT -8
Personally, I would imagine that anything that can't breed with a human wouldn't survive the process. And what makes you think that?
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Post by The Shadow King on May 4, 2015 16:51:21 GMT -8
Because dumping a cocktail of dangerous chemicals into a physiology they weren't designed for isn't going to end well.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 4, 2015 16:52:20 GMT -8
Assuming that said chemical cocktail was designed solely for Humans or Near-Humans in mind. Once you have the equation down, it's just a matter of plugging in the variables.
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