Trad

But if the conditions of a human body has to change to adapt to Mars, wouldn't that affect the microorganisms?

I don't know why I said that, but sci-fi says that there will be a disease.Either that or normal diseases from Earth emigrate along with humans (a la colonisation) and mutate into something deadlier there through adapting to live on Mars?

IC:"So what now?" Katis asked Ire.They walked through the dusty streets of Po-Koro. Kati's breathed in the air, appreciating how dusty it was.Ire replied, "I don't know." They had long since ditched Turaga Lokhare.OOC: Am bored with kicking a Turaga, so open for interaction.

Will there be dust storms, meteorites, volcanos, Marsquakes, and a whole host of disease or such?What about cities and space ports?What about food and water.

IC:"Which is who?" queried Madness.

I'm for it.

Not really. It'll involve as much people as possible.Can't reveal more about that.The War of BZPower-Chapter Two and A Half Trad’s ViewpointHow nice. I’ve been captured. Must keep myself from swearing, or I wouldn’t hear the end of it.Why am I worrying about it anyway? It’s certain. She’s going to nag me for weeks!Who am I talking about? The Grand Annoying Woman, or Yodaness, Querida.She was the one who sent me on this suicide mission.“It’ll be recon,” she said. “Easy and simple.” she said. (Sorry for the meme. But it was appropriate here.)She told me that the Hacker was utilizing this army of Plushies. How nice, you might think. Harmless.Until someone told me they were bloodthirsty. Literally. But then most of the other writers and users of imagination have gone into hiding or defected, and those available were busy. And anyway, the Shorts and Epics domes had fallen some time ago.So now, I’m in this room (for want of a better word), being interrogated.I think this Hacker might have patented boredom with the Patent Office of Torture, because it’s already working. So I’m writing this in my head, in order to preserve sanity.And I need my beauty sleep. Time has seem to be randomized for me and now I’ve given up on fighting against my own instincts.ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. The Hacker’s ViewpointI walked into the room and the first thing I do was to bang my*EXPLEXITIVE* knee on the *EXPLEXITIVE* table, thanks to the*EXPLEXITIVE* light.I *EXPLEXITIVE* hate you, *EXPLEXITIVE* stereotypes and *EXPLEXITIVE* crime dramas. I really*EXPLEXITIVE* hate you. When I take over-But I’m not on the subject. I’m the infamous Hacker, at your service.Who am I actually? Now that would be telling wouldn’t it? I’m-*EXPLEXITIVE* Mom!Sorry, gotta go for a moment.Now where was I? Ah. The first thing I did was to bang my knee on the table and hop around. Much to the bemusement of those two useless guards, whom I sent out of the room.Honestly, how much was I paying them for? I must really cut their pay. When I take over………“So… Trad… You have fallen into my hands again. What does the Oh-I-Am-So-Great writer has to say for himself?”No response. Such bravado is so amusing.“Nothing for once, I see. Well, let me tell you something. You’re the worst writer I’ve ever seen in ages. Do you know why I want to talk to you?”No comment from the Matoran tied up in the chair.Then suddenly, a yawn emanated from him.I leapt back, startled.He looked at me brightly. “Did I miss anything?”*EXPLEXITIVE* Trad Again.It was fun making him swear. I wish I had a camcorder.But then, memory would have to suffice. Sigh. Rie would have loved the look on his face.He quickly recovered however. “Did you hear what I said?” he demanded.Tsk. Tsk. Why are people so impatient these days? But anyway, back to the story.“Of course I did. I was meditating,” I added. “Not sleeping.”He was rattled by my behavior, I could tell. The HackerI wasn’t. TradShut up. You were that obvious.“You know what?” he asked.“What?” It was one of those questions that demanded an answer.“You wouldn’t be so cocky when you find out that I have repaired the Darktraction Device.”“WHAT.” This wasn’t an answer. It was simple confusion.“I raided the museums for some parts, and replaced those truly lost parts with modern technology.”“You raided a museum? That’s barbaric!”“That’s what they’re for anyway. And anyway, you wouldn’t be laughing after I used it on you.”“Oh, how nice to hear that.”“Soon, I shall build an army that shall be invicible and unstoppable! I shall take over BZPower and there’s nothing you can do about it.”Frightened as I was, I couldn’t help but to needle him.“How dramatic. Ever thought of RPing?”“It was too restrictive.”“Maybe you were too rigid!”“*EXPLEXITIVE* YOU.”I smiled.“You wouldn’t be smiling when I wipe the Comedy section off the face of BZPower.”I still kept smiling.“Do your worst.”“Oh I will indeed.” He leant over and whispered in my ear. “And Rie will die horribly, first of all.”I had no answer to that and my eyes showed a glint of fear.He saw it and grinned. “Have a nice time thinking about it, Trad.” He walked out of the room.The moment the door shut, I began picking at my handcuffs with the pen I had pickpocketed. That’s why you should never wear a pen in your pocket then lean down.

Will there be a reason for the conflict? For example, some insane person who wants to change the world order to suit his own needs?

IC:"You made it absolute necessary. How are your teeth?" retorted Madness.

That's the beauty of it, since I'm removing almost all of the canon character's from the story, people who are unfamiliar with the lore will have a pretty easy time understanding things. Plus all of the character's would be to young, or not involved in the old plots, so they wouldn't know much about them, they'd have to be taught these things by Beast in the RP. If I do include some plots that are from the lore and stuff, I'd make sure to explain them pretty well. Would you want to be a staff member? I already have most of the RP written up, just trying to see if people are interested before I finish it.Yep! Rather interested.

A chance to play as a mutant who can raise Cain? Of course.I don't have much knowledge of X-Men lore, though.

Is it something like a TV show I saw once where there were these guys who got abducted and placed in a town and they can't get out and some of went bonkers?

IC: If you can hear me, we have a deal for you. It involves money. Lots of it. Madness broadcasted into the werewolf's mind.He looked to the businessman. "He's all yours."

IC:"I don't have a checkbook handy." Madness stopped hitting the werewolf. " But if you can..." he smiled, not sarcastically.Back to my roots then, mused Madness. This guy was a rather tough nut to crack. Madness began to focus on the moon, a symbol of the subconscious. He glared into the werewolf's eyes, with the aim of dragging him out. Really hard. This time, with the right concentration, he might be able to do it.

This is magnificent. Really magnificent. Any chance of the map for single player?

IC:With a cry, Madness gave up the assault. Blank minds..., he mused are a method he had never thought of. He himself liked to keep the mind busy.But what if he forced the werewolf to think? To keep his mind busy? He drew out his gun and pistol whipped the werewolf. Hard.Then as he pistol whipped, he did the screaming thing again, on a smaller scale. This time, he also erected a barrier in his mind to neutralize another rebound.

What did I just write again? Ignore the last posts. Those were rather stupid and rather.....trite, to use an expression.

I have a question. I've been drawing. A lot. And not a lot of portraiture, although I did try during my first year in secondary, it was horrible, so I stuck to comics. But I digress. I've been drawing comics, which, I have to say, are quite OK. So, should I publish them or not? They are, as I said, are quite OK, but my drawings seem to be incomprehensible to some people.

YES! YES! YES! CELEBRATION TIME-OH. If you're wondering why I have apperently gone mad and started posting words that have to do with celebration (and thus, essentially spamming BZPower's servers, which is rather unethical), I have not. Instead, for some reason, today I had my mocking jay pins! The first sending of the order got stolen. This time, it didn't! So, why am I writing this again?

IC:"Hard way it is." he smiled and began screaming into Romulus' mind. He also began to direct lots of angry feelings at the werewolf.