[Mr. Retro]

Okay, this is my first self-managed RP here on SOL, so here we gooooo!

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{Story}

It has been ten years since the world had been shaken to it's core, after the death of both Sonic the Hedgehog, and Dr. Ivo Robotnik. It was considered one of the most momentous days in history at the time, with the two dreaded enemies facing off on a newly refurbished Death Egg. Unfortunately, it had an unstable power-core, and exploded, killing both Sonic and Eggman. Tails, who was flying near the Death Egg in his Tornado, found a piece of schrapnel lodged deep into his lower spine, paralyzing him from the waist down.

It only got worse from there. Without Sonic, Amy went into manic depression, and was eventually institutionized after three attemped suicides and one violent outburst. Both Shadow and E-123 OMEGA were shut down, being dismissed as threats to GUN. The government severed all ties with Rouge the Bat after a failed heist, and she was given 2 consecutive life-sentences for all the crimes she had committed in a maximum security prison. Knuckles returned to Angel Island, where he still currently resides, and has taken building traps back up, making it near-impossible to contact him. Cream led an ordinary life, out of the spotlight as she always had. Big the Cat... Well, he's Big the Cat, and that means he did fine.

After 10 years, Sonic enjoys being remembered as a great hero, insurmountable in his capabilities. However, Metal Sonic has recently been uncovered at a dig site, and the day following his uncovery, the camp was razed and it's residents killed. So now, Metal Sonic is on the loose to wreak havoc with no competitors, prepared to fulfill its creator's dream. Can new heroes come to the forefront? Can Metal Sonic be stopped? You decide!

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One character per person, 3 people to RP (Not including myself)

1. Mr. Retro (PATTON)
2. HTM (Drayn)
3. Pyroman (Rave)
4. Kvitne (Eddie Lee, if Approved)

This is the post order.!

This post has been edited by Mr. Retro: 02 May 2009 - 02:52 PM

[HTM]

Oh, what the hell, I'll join with Drayn, and read the story after school.

[Pyroman]

I'll hop on with Rave.

[Mr. Retro]

Okay, all we need is one more player. Anyone have questions before we start?

This post has been edited by Mr. Retro: 27 April 2009 - 07:08 PM

[Mr. Retro]

Egh, sorry for the double post, but should I just start this?

[Kvitne]

Wait! This story sounds like it would totally be a badass idea for a spinoff game. It's so awesome that I think I'll create a character for this. Just give me tonight to make a character.

Also you guys'll have to bear with me seeing as I have no idea how to RP.

[Mr. Retro]

Sounds great, man! Just follow our lead and you should be fine.

[Pyroman]

Yeah, just go.

[Mr. Retro]

OOC: We be starting.

IC:

PATTON looked around awkwardly at the people below him, wishing he could sigh to himself. But, the only thing he could give was a sigh soundbyte. Jumping as far as he could, PATTON released his grappling hook, and pulled himself to the next building with some strain. Considering that most humans were used to anthros doing things like that, it wasn't likely to draw him any attention.

PATTON looked down again, and felt his system shift to Cautionary Mode as an image of Metal Sonic came up on a screen that had taken residence on a nearby skyscraper.

"Along with 2 Chaos Emeralds, one found cracked in half, this robot known as "Metal Sonic" has dissappeared from the encampment in which they were found. Additionally, with each dissapperance, there have been multiple deaths and the complete destruction of the encampment. Any information on the whereabouts of these discoveries and the perpetrator of the crimes that took them will be rewarded with $5 000 000."

PATTON thought to himself. Even though he had no use for money, it definitely would be useful to fund his search for what created him. "I suppose one little detour from my primary objective wouldn't be detrimental... I really must start talking more casually."

[HTM]

[IC]
Drayn walked on the side-pavement, but stopped when he saw the screen on the skyscraper. Drayn thought to himself, "Huh. Guess I could use some of that money. And boy is it a lot of it.".

[OOC]
Sorry, I haven't got so much.

[Mr. Retro]

(This got forgotten fast.)

[Pyroman]

{OOC:}

WHOA! sorry, I didn't realize that it was my turn. You know, if someone doesn't post for a while, you CAN notify them.
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{IC:}

Rave leaned against his bike in a parking lot when the news broadcast came on. "Wow, they must really want this guy dead," he said under his breath. Winging his legs around, he mounted his bike and took off onto the road. "It's time to find out where that encampment is," he thought aloud.

[Kvitne]

[IC]: Eddie Lee sighed heavily. He was sitting at the bar having a cold beer before heading back on the road in Thor. "Man, sometimes I really regret making my motto such a difficult one to keep up with. I'm beat!" He said as he lazily swished his beer in its glass. It foamed up, but he didn't really care. He went back to watching M*A*S*H repeats on the TV behind the bar. The joint was owned by a long time friend, Razorback Matt. It had been a frequent stop on Eddie's tours over the years and Matt knew that Eddie loved his M*A*S*H reruns. He always turned them on whenever Eddie was due for a visit.

"Hows things going Eddie? Y'don't seem to be yer normal self t'day. What's got ya down?" Matt asked with a concerned look on his face.

"Oh it's nothing M, just need a break is all. This touring is getting pretty tiring and I haven't recorded an album in months. I just can't seem to write anymore," Eddie frowned in frustration.

"Well, have ya tried takin' a break? Goin' somewheres secluded?" Matt asked. "Tha's what I always heard people do whens they got writer's block."

Eddie smiled. No matter what mood he was in, Matt's unusual accent could always make him happy. Just something about the way it rolled off his tongue. It's origin was a mystery, since no one had been able to place it and Matt wasn't one to talk about the past. "I'm always secluded, M. Just Thor and I traveling all around. The last thing I need is seclusion."

Matt thought for a second, then slammed his meaty fist down on the bar in triumph. "Well then there's yer answer!" he exclaimed. "Ya finds th' nearest city and ya goes there. Stay there for a while, see if yeh can get back into th' groove a things," Matt beamed at having found such a simple solution to his friend's problem.

"Haha, that'd be nice, but it's not exactly practical M. I've got a schedule to follow. Places to play, fans to please," Eddie looked back down at his beer. "I appreciate the help though old friend. It's not a bad idea. It'll just be a while before I'll be able to take a break like that."

"Well I don' see why it needs ta be a while, Ed," Matt said. "Yer whole life's been 'bout pleasin' th' fans. It's about time ya took some time fer yerself. Now I know th' way you operate. You gots no contract with any a those gigs that you can't easily break wi'out hurtin' no ones feelins."

Eddie mulled it over in his head. "You know what? You're right. I need to take some me time." Matt smiled warmly as he saw the life come back to his pal's face. "I'm gonna head out of here M, and stop at the first big city I come to. Anti-seclusion here I come!" He got up and ran out the door. Matt just shook his head and smiled, returning to his current task of wiping down the bar.

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[OOC]: Hope that wasn't too long!