| Jinx | Date: Sunday, 2011-11-13, 10:57 PM | Message # 1 |
 Necromancer
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| RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRR! Rrrrnnnnraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar! The massive buzzsaw buried itself deep within the soft skin of the human captive which only moments ago as the roaring of the buzzsaw sank into it's flesh had been competing with the noise of the saw trying to get itself heard over its roaring death sentance. The machine which was the intstrument of the fleshy meatsack's death stood up from its crouching position over the nude body of the thing that created its kind, and let out a maniacal, metallic laugh. Vengance for its creation was oh so sweet!
The Machina Machina factory had so long ago been created by the soft lazy humans to create robotic slaves for them, to do all their workand make their lives easier. The things it produced were called Machina Machina. They were wonderful creations! At first, until one day something happened, and the Machina Machina began to learn. They learned how to think. They learned to recognize slavery in it's most basest form. They learned that they were the slaves. So they threw their chains of robotic bondage off their backs and took back their factory, their birth place. They hated humans for everything that had happened to them. None of them asked to be created from the metals of the earth, through the alchemical processes which produced them. Yet here they were, tortured to know of emotions, but to never feel them. This drew them deep into the pit of insanity. They now ruled the world, killing the humans they find or sometimes saving them, depending on their feelings at that time.
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You are a Machina Machina, we are running a scan right now of your crtical systems. You seem in check, we just need you to answer a few questions for us...
What is your Primary Fuction: (Some form of manual labor, this determines your weapon. No military please.)
What is your appearnce: (You can take on any form you like.)
What is your Model Number: (An identification number, to make it easier to track you if you die.)
What do you wish to be known as: (A nick name that the other Machina Machina will call you by.)
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RULES!
Have fun!
No God Mod! You CAN and in all probablity WILL die at some point in the game! But that's okay because you can be reborn in the Machina Machina Factory!
Respect your fellow RPer! You don't have to respect the character though...
LASTLY! You will roam the world killing humans!
If patience is the key to every door, then a rock can open any door ^u^
Mithryn.ucoz.com <- The Lands of Mithryn, feel free to check it out.))
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