The Good League of Good is an ACRONYM organization devoted to the redemption of evildoers.
Our IC leaders: President: Czernov Wrzosowisko (player: Kaelaroth) Vice President: Darkcomet (player: Darkcomet) Treasurer: Jazirian (player: KidKris) Chief Warden/of Security: Susan (player: Billtodamax) and Judy (player: Lex-kat) Heads of Pastoral Care: Quinn (player: The Bushranger) and Vorka Stark (player: Kaelaroth)
*** OOC: All players are welcome to make a character to join GLoG. The PM requirement is only so we know who is around. We aren't running auditions or anything.
IC: Your character may be refused entry to the premises or asked to leave if they are not of good alignment or if they cause trouble in-character.
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Membership form:
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Name:
Current Moral or Ethical Leanings (Good/Evil):
Desired Moral or Ethical Leanings (Good/Evil):
Profession:
Race:
Age:
Why do you want to join GLoG?
Any other important information:
Also, before you join, read the Rules of the Spork. If you are not a member, then when your character arrives, you will be outside the front door and must roleplay getting entry, but bear in mind that whenever your character enters GLoG, alignment scanners will try to detect his/her current intention's alignment (so even the most evil of people might come off as good, if they think they are. If you wish to post, IC, on GLoG's bulletin board, it is located here, and there is a Full Members list here. If your name's not there, feel free to go on and add your character's name, and information.
New GLoG HQ Map
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Ground Floor
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Front Entrance - Where people go in.
Great Room - The main lounge.
Infirmary Wing - Only slightly more equipped than the average hospital. Expect to be here. A lot.
Member Quarters - Where people sleep. Rooms can be fully customized, and several times bigger on the inside than they really should be, due to dimensional mojo.
Gazebo - Step cautiously, and you may just survive.
Pool Area - Indoor Pool and Hot-tubs.
The Armory - If you can kill someone with it, it's there.
The Conservatory - Rare plant specimens abound!
Covered Walkways - Are Covered.
Basement 1
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Water Works - A veritable mass of pipes.
The Vaults - Shiny...
The Labs - Beware the Mutant-Half-Were-Pirate-Zombie-Dog.
Detention Blocks - Totally humane, we swear!
Sparring Pits
Training Mats
Shooting Range
Obstacle Course Area - Over eleventy billion possible combinations!
Basement 2
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Secret Drone Factory - Completely Inaccessible. Who built it? SECRET! Who designed the drones? SECRET! How do the drones even get from the factory to the base if it's 'completely inaccessible' anyway? I SAID IT'S SECRET GODDAMIT!
Particle Accelerator - Why do we even have one of these?
Roof
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Helipads - For helicopters and other VTOL type aircraft to land. Duh.
Garage - Is a lot bigger on the inside, due to dimensional mojo. [Insert witty comment or pun here]
Vehicle Teleporter - Used to get ground vehicles from the roof to the ground. May or may not be a lift-ramp-portal-mass-driver-cannon thing.
Old GLoG HQ Map
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Great Room
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Members Only Areas:
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Some areas of the base are DNA locked and alignment locked so that only members with no evil intent can enter unescorted. These include the Security Room, the Armoury, the Detention Wing, and the Artifact Vault.
Artifact Vault - Set next to the Armory, this is where GLoG's major artifacts are stored. The door is DNA locked to members only.
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The Brightheart
The Brightheart is a plain orb, set upon a stone plinth labeled 'The Brightheart'. Also on the plinth is a note that says:
'Do Not Remove. Ever. No, not even then. (But maybe then.)'
The Brightheart itself glows with inner light, and throws up a positive energy blanket of moderate strength (heals most surface wounds, and makes undead sick) a few meters in radius. Touching the Brightheart results in having a large amount of positive energy run through you (heals all wounds, and drives undead to near death). Inside the plinth itself is a gate to the Negative Energy realm, which draws off the excess positive energy from the Brightheart. Should the Brightheart be removed, and taken away from the base without the necessary preparations being made, two Very Bad ThingsTM will happen.
A) The Brightheart's positive energy will not be siphoned off, and so it will be returned to full strength, throwing up a powerful positive energy blanket about a kilometer in radius, and killing anyone who touches it, living or no, through sheer positive energy overdose.
B) The gate to the Negative Energy realm will become unstable and tear, creating a giant Negative Energy rift in the middle of GLoG.
The portal between GLoG and HALO is still open, providing instantaneous transportation between the two organisations.
But anyone passing through it arrives outside the front door. If they've already been cleared (previously interacted with GLoG without hostilities), they can walk straight in without having to roleplay out knocking on the door and so on.
There is also a smaller portal operating between GLoG and Farthing Cottage
First time visitors, or people who have previously caused trouble have to wait for someone to undeadtime to decide whether they can enter the building (GLoG), or not, unfortunately. We apologise for any inconvenience this may cause.
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Originally Posted by IronStylus (on boobplates)
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
Paddington, now having seen the entirety of GLoG (minus a few 'minor' details), is quite bored with it. It's too... clean. In many ways, I shall say; though very messy too. Nudge, nudge--wink wink--say no more, say no more!
Something I hadn't mentioned was Paddingtons scan: a neutral, simply. Not much to say, not much to mention. His hat is still glued to his head, and his smell is getting worse. A bath? No, no. You'd lose an arm trying him.
Paddy does his best to keep a smile, not to be impolite like before since his player can do many terrible things to him (such as make him perfectly calm while taking a nice hot shower). His time for now will be spent in the Great Room, thumbing away needlessly.
Room 131 opens...
"Oh flunkin' biscuits! It's been a month, has it? More? I've forgotten! How could I? Me minds waverin' like a fat man on a tight rope!" The never named man could not be more upset with himself. His clothes are torn; something not unlike the usual. He's torn three shirts this past little while. "I haven't much time, do I?" He says aloud, pacing in the hall. "Little Boo! Fetch me a suit! I mustn't be late for teatime! He'll try me again. I haven't the will for it." His red companion, noticeably like the picture to the left, scampers out of the base, off to the dry cleaner. It's a beautiful day for a party, is it not?
The never named man is in front of its open door, tapping his foot in antici... pation. Sorry; felt like making that reference. The room is too dark to see into from the outside, even for a feline.
Turning with his toes, the never man looks and listens. "I'm--late; soon to be late, that is." He looks impatiently down the hall for his small friend. His left shoe taps in wait, fully expecting the pitter patter of feet, though he's "Terribly sorry, we were speaking? I'm Marcus Andrew Dowall" He presents a hand or two, only those to spare.
Very hesitant are his eyes. Marcus has no intention of letting anyone into his room. "I... no, I'm afraid I cannot do that. I'd be scorned, and possibly jailed--though perhaps I've said too much already." And for myself: continuation of drawing secret lair.
KR's not a member. >.>
Still, Trigger-Happy 2 is hovering outside the labs, waiting for DC to undeadtime so it can tell him the horrible news.
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Originally Posted by IronStylus (on boobplates)
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
It was all Mean Drone's fault! And he's played by...
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Really Reinholdt, you're just making it too easy nowadays, aren't you?
*waits for horngeek to bring up the yell. Seriously, you have it bookmarked or something?*
Oh, and Jazirian is overseeing the reparation of the hole in the wall.
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Originally Posted by IronStylus (on boobplates)
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
Last edited by Kris on a Stick : 08-02-2009 at 08:24 AM.
Sunny looks crushed. As if you'd showed a child a lollipop and told them they couldn't have it. She turns and slowly walks away, followed by IZK-α.
[Wherever Mint and Judy Are]
Messages are waiting for them when they emerge from deadtime.
Advisory: Your child was found playing with matches.
Further advisory: He has been placed in detention for his own safety.
Gentle Chiding: Please do not allow him to wander unsupervised.
Trigger-Happy II approaches DC. Apologetic Statement: Your daughter has been kidnapped.
Continuation: The kidnapper has been identified as the one known as 'Mia'.
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Originally Posted by IronStylus (on boobplates)
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
A drone answers the door.
Greeting: Welcome to the Good League of Good!
Request: Please state your name.
Query: Would you like some cake?
Apology: There is no cake, I am merely programmed to say that on the off-chance there is.
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Originally Posted by IronStylus (on boobplates)
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
Grasping Statement: Um... she kidnapped a member. And then she um... kidnapped a guest. And she looks like this.
The drone produces a hologram of Karuka.
Apologetic Statement: That is all we know.
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Originally Posted by IronStylus (on boobplates)
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
Last edited by Kris on a Stick : 08-02-2009 at 09:28 AM.
"Do you have any security camera feeds of her?" Greg looks around. "Also, I need your permission to set up shop. I want to set up sensors, defenses, and traps in the surrounding area, in case she comes back."
You know, if Karuka knows and has fought Daisuke before, shouldn't they have something on him? He never spoke about her and they never collected any data on her?
They had their 'disagreement' after Daisuke left GLoG I think.
The drone allows Greg to view security feeds involving Mia, but, with much apologizing, says that his other request must be approved by the President or Vice-President first.
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Originally Posted by IronStylus (on boobplates)
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
Request: Follow me.
The drone heads to the labs.
Statement: Someone to see you, Master DC.
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Originally Posted by IronStylus (on boobplates)
I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
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