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If I were to play a D20 Modern mini-campaign set on Coreline (forum still undetermined), which would you be interested in playing? 

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CORELINE: REGULAR DINOSAUR PARK

(A WORK IN PROGRESS)

(Hopeful) STORY ONE: "STATE-OF-THE-ART BANG-BANG".



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"Reptiles are abhorrent because of their cold body, pale color, cartilaginous skeleton, filthy skin, fierce aspect, calculating eye, offensive smell, harsh voice, squalid habitation, and terrible venom; wherefore their Creator has not exerted his powers to make many of them."
-Linnaeus, 1797.

"Well, the world has changed so radically, and we're all running to catch up. I don't want to jump to any conclusions, but look: Dinosaurs and man, two species separated by sixty-five million years of evolution, have just been suddenly thrown back into the mix together. How can we possibly have the *slightest* idea what to expect?"-Dr. Alan Grant, 1993.


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+STARBUCKS CAFE, MAIN STREET.
+JURASSIC PARK, ISLA NUBLAR, COSTA RICA (120 MILES OFF WEST COAST).
+TUESDAY, 7:10 A.M.

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The morning air was humid, hot, and carried a thick mist with it that reduced visibility but did little to stem the already-incessant sun. She knew for a fact that rains would pour in the afternoon, with the strength of a monsoon.

Typical winter in Costa Rica, really.

Sitting on one of the cafe's booths, she kept alternating between reading the book she had brought along and looking out the window at the awakening park, with the businesses moving their displays of rain gear into position to satisfy the upcoming demand and janitors performing a final sweep before the opening hour.

She sipped her latte, tasting it. It was pretty good stuff-some blend brought from Costa Rica and mixed with a couple of herbs local to the island, called the "Jurassic Delicacy". Expensive as hell, though-and not just because it was sold inside of a park. She made a mental note to remember the chemical composition and try to replicate it later.

She had nothing but admiration for the people running this park, being honest. Running parks was hard work, but something that had once been a bunch of words in a book and then.... what, four movies (as far as she knew) and a truck-load of other merchandise?.... all of which liked to harp on about how deadly and uncontrollable the place was, certainly was more worthy of respect. Five years running, with little incident.

Jurassic Park was real. The Muertes Archipielago was real (five islands then, six islands now counting Nublar). And very single island was packed full of dinosaurs. Same as the Savage Land, Skull Island, the Lost World down on the Amazon Basin... Kaiju Island over by Japan... pretty much all of Venus...

Dinosaurs aside, all of those places had one thing in common: they were astonishingly lethal to humans. There was no exception.

Over here, sure, they had advanced security measures, top-notch design and damn good trainers (both "old-school animal whisperer" good and "communicate with animals/psionically link with animals" good), but it was impossible to completely prevent a dinosaur rampage. And if an idiot pissing off a bronto... sorry, APATO-saurus... or trying to play matador with a Triceratops because of stupidity didn't do the trick; some asshole biding his time, wanting to celebrate the anniversaries of the "Nublar Incidents" by re-enacting the whole mess to make some kind of demented point, sure as shit did.

Chaos theory, entropy, Hanlon's Razor, call it whatever you wanted it-the writing was on the wall. Matter of time, really, and people like Malcolm had filled enough books with calculations explaining that it would happen to kill a forest.

It was a race-or maybe even a war, plain and simple. A war between the men who constantly upgraded security measures and the vile, stupid assholes who searched for ways to violate them (to not mention the monsters who wanted to destroy); with the lives of thousands of innocents on the line.

Thus the reason for her being here today. She had been contacted and given an assignment: provide weapons to Jurassic Park, lethals and non-lethals, for security purposes. Those who hired her had made it very specific that no expense would be spared on this endeavor.

She was pretty sure that the end results would be up to the satisfaction of her client.

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It was 7:30, and she was on her third cup when she saw the woman.

Everything about her screamed "Corporate" (probably a higher-up, although she was not completely sure): The tailored white clothes with the cape-like shawl and the knee-length skirt, the Gucci high-heels, the Seiko watch that she knew included a holographic interface and made her wonder why the woman was staring into the Stark Industries tablet, before dismissing her as old-fashioned or maybe just unused to the watch's capabilities.

Red hair cut into a professional shoulder-length bob-cut, nice blue eyes, nice skin color, cosmetics about as expensive as the tablet. Focused face. Unmindful of whatever was around her.

/Yeah./, she thought./Typical Corporate./

She noticed the Corporate looking up from the tablet for a second as she passed the Starbucks... and skid to a complete stop, almost twisting her ankles on those shoes. She winced in response as the Corporate regained her balance, looked at her, looked at the tablet's display, then back at her. She forced down a desire to wave at the Corporate-guessing that it would probably look in bad taste.

A flash of anger (or exasperation, it was hard to tell) passed the Corporate's face for a second before she composed herself and walked into the Starbucks.

"Doctor Washu Hakubi?", said the red-head, extending her hand.

"I personally prefer 'Professor', but it's kind of a bad habit.", said Hakubi, shaking her hand. "And you are...?"

"Claire Dearing. I am Operations Manager for Jurassic Park."

Washu noted that Dearing had hesitated for a split-second there, almost said a "W" before going for "Park". Washu filed it away, just in case.

"I was told that you would arrive to the Park at eight-o'-clock sharp.", said Dearing.

"I got a little impulsive. Sorry about that-I wasn't sure how the visitors would react to someone teleporting in.", Washu took another sip of her latte before adding: "If you are interested, I could sell you some teleport blockers. It wouldn't be a good thing if some poacher gets smart and tries to beam the animals out of the park or, you know, beams in to steal stuff."

"I'll make a note of that.", said Dearing. "You are here to demonstrate your options for asset containment?"

Washu nodded. "As requested. You wanted state-of-the-art bang-bang, you *get* state-of-the-art bang-bang." She drank the last of her latte. "I guess that we'll have this meeting on your offices?"

"They're on our Operations Center.", Dearing said, handing Washu a clip-on ID badge with a bright red "VISITOR-VIP" stenciled on it. "If you could please clip this on? It'll grant you access to all of our areas within the Center."

Washu marked the page on her book and closed it, followed by clipping on the badge. She looked up from her act to notice that Dearing had a bit of a haunted look on her face, looking at the book's cover.

The cover showcased a pretty good drawing of a Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton, not unlike the one on the logo of the Park, running after a man while surrounded by explosions and various other dinosaur skeletons on the rampage. The title, in large red stylized letters which included some claw mark damage, said:

"HOW TO SURVIVE A DINOSAUR ATTACK:
Tips On How To Defend Yourself Against Prehistoric Menaces.
-DR. ALAN GRANT."

"Oh. Just something to see while I was waiting.", said Washu. "I hope it wasn't in bad taste."

Dearing shook her head slightly. The haunted look was wearing off at a rapid pace.

"It's more of a suggestion book on what to do in case of emergencies, you know, like that book Wilson did on robots and Brooks' book on zombies. A lot of it is notes on dinosaur behavior, with a focus on how they react to humans."

Dearing blinked twice and finally composed herself. Washu had been around Live-Action fictions long enough to know a PTSD reaction when she saw one.

"Bad experience?", said Washu. She decided not to elaborate on it-best not to piss off her employers. Not THIS early and not THIS needlessly.

"I'm working on it.", said Dearing, and added: "Just one question: does he makes any disparaging remarks about the Park in that book?"

"Not really.", said Washu. "Either the Alternate that wrote this didn't went through that mess or he is seriously holding back."

Dearing nodded her approval. "You signed the non-disclosure agreements, of course?'

"And the Mutual Confidentiality Agreement, and the "Button Lip" Agreement, and the "Pinkie Promise" Agreement, and the Non-Liability Agreement for Loss of Life And Injury in case of Dinosaur Attack... that latter one was pretty iron-clad, by the way.", said Washu. "Signed, noted, dated and DNA-marked, as requested."

She handed Dearing the hefty bundle of documents, pulled out of the book bag lying on top of the table. The redhead took them and said:

"Follow me, please."


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Dearing led Washu to an SUV parked just off Main Street: a new-model Mercedes Benz, painted silver, full extras package including touch-screen control panel, leather seats and night-vision FLIR.

Washu thought that it was cute, but it lacked something. It was a high-priced executive's toy, not a transport that could potentially have to deal with a dinosaur trying to crack it like a metallic peanut. In her mind, she envisioned plans for some concealed heavy armor, an engine overhaul and taser plating on the sides and top. Probably additional sensors to detect incoming threats and help driving in no-visibility situations...

Washu decided to file the ideas away to pitch to Dearing. Probably give her a nice discount, too, as a first-time customer. Or trade it for a couple of tickets, whatever sounded better at the time.

The drive towards the Operations Center took them through a small road concealed by ferns and trees, which went up the hills of the island. The tropical mist and the sun gave it all a "primeval" feeling. Washy mentally applauded the engineers who worked on the park's looks.

"So how many tourists come here?", asked Washu.

"On a slow day, we've had twenty thousand tourists arriving, with an average of ninety thousand on a high day. Our market is mostly eco-tourists and the "daredevil" group."

"That's a lot of people.", said Washu.

"Still a lot less that we'd like."

"Well, it's a park on an island on Central America, far away from the regular path, catering to a very distinct crowd...", said Washu, and wincing internally at how it was starting to sound, she added: "I have to say that I congratulate the high quality of what I've seen of the compound so far. I've seen my fair share of parks, and this one is superb."

"Well, thank you.", said Dearing. "We're pretty proud of our work, here."

'We're pretty proud of our (continuing?) work (on improving?) Jurassic Park'. Just a few words away from the typical Corporate party line, although Washu noted the true pride within the words. Washu knew that by heart-more than once she had been the one talking, saying a practiced spiel to keep the customers calm, sometimes feeling the words, sometimes not.

The Operations Center appeared on the top of the hill from amongst the fog, a two or three-story structure (Washu wasn't quite sure), drab gray with thick concrete walls, roughly looking like a forecastle. The Center had a nice view of the Park compound, and Washu entertained herself by imagining a brief snippet of the "Jurassic Park" theme.

"Nice place you have here.", said Washu as the Mercedes came to a stop on a reserved spot. "Good architecture."

"The inside is nicer.", said Dearing, leading Washu to the Center's entrance. "This way."

Both women showed heir badges to the security guard and went to the top floor. The elevator opened and Washu could see, beyond an automated glass door, what was most obviously the Park's control room-with gigantic monitors covering an entire wall, showing a map of the Park and shifting views of various cameras throughout the compound, while people moved to and from, working on stations and talking away on headsets.

Washu imagined improvements on the room that could pitch to her employers later: hyper-high-resolution holographic displays, upgrades to the computers, additional automation on non-essential functions, maybe total cyberlink integration. Man jacked to machine certainly would make for faster management reactions, Washu thought.

It was certainly worth TRYING to pitch, at least.

Dearing led Washu to a conference room, looked at her and said:

"The rest should arrive soon. We have been pretty busy lately, doing some renewals to the park. Mr. Masrani wanted to oversee the operation himself."

"Renewals?", asked Washu.

"We are moving the Hammond Innovation Laboratory and all of its equipment to the old Visitor Center.", said Dearing. "We've been working on updating the buildings on the northern side of the island for some time now."

Washu hummed affirmatively. "Ok... sounds interesting. New attractions?"

"Probably. For now, our aim is to increase the efficiency of the Lab and our dinosaur breeding programs. We will see about making it accessible to the public in the future, if things work right.", said Dearing.

It was silent for a while, with only the whisper-like hum of the air conditioned units someplace overhead to accompany them.

"Would you want some coffee, Professor Hakubi?", said Dearing, finally breaking the silence.

Being honest, the latte's buzz had a long way to go before it faded, but Washu decided it was best to humor her.

"Black, no sugar, please.", said Washu.

Dearing left the room, and Washu looked around, finally standing up from her seat and stretching her arms and then her fingers, like some experienced pianist about to play.

"OK, need to get ready..."


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Dearing got out of the conference room and walked to the Operations Center's little break room, serving a pair of coffees in large porcelain mugs with the Jurassic World logo on them.

/"Park."/ thought Dearing. /It's back to "Park" now. Seven-point-five million votes on Internet polls, to not mention 65% of employees polled all over Masrani Global and 77% of our stockholders preferred "Park". Remember that, Claire./

She put extra cream and sweetener on her coffee and downed it in a single gulp, allowing the buzz of the caffeine to calm her a little. She knew that it was nothing more than a placebo effect, but it helped her nonetheless.

Five years on this job, after appearing on this planet, after being given a second chance at running this park after the fiasco that many people called "The Second Nublar Incident", and she still occasionally froze up.

Post-Traumatic Stress. It's all that it was. The therapy did wonders for her, although she still was struggling to find the bravery to go through something more advanced, like psychosurgery.

She was not sure she would be able to look Owen in the eye if he found out that she wanted to literally cut the trauma out of her brain, no matter how much information she had about the procedure being safe, especially at the hands of people like Doctor Clark Savage up in New York...

The rumble of approaching helicopter blades shook Dearing out of her stupor and she put Hakubi's cup on a carrier, where it would stay warm, before walking to the helicopter pad.

The helicopter pad was battered by the winds churned up by the propellers of the blue-and-white Eurocopter, I.D. number "JP001".

The helicopter settled down with a slightly shaky landing and the pilot shut down the engine. Both the pilot and the passenger's doors opened when the propeller fully stopped, and out came the two men within.

"Miss Dearing!", said the passenger, with a slight Scottish accent. "So nice to see you this morning!"

"Mr. Hammond.", said Dearing, as the little man limped towards her, his hand firmly grasping his amber-tipped cane. Dressed all in white, as was usual of him on the warm Costa Rican climate, hat fit snugly on the stud on the top of his head.

Hammond was a LEGO Fiction, a living mini-figure about the size of a child, reaching slightly over Dearing's waist. Aside from this, the Alternate of Doctor John Parker Hammond was a perfect replica of the Hammond that Dearing had known, a kind man up to the end. It had taken her the better part of her first two years to get used to him, but his friendliness helped a lot.

"Claire!" said the pilot, a large grin on his face. "Good morning!"

"Mr. Masrani." said Dearing, then corrected herself with: "Simon. How was the flight?"

"Amazing as usual. The work on the northern compounds is going faster that we expected."

Simon Masrani. CEO of Masrani Global, the Mega-Corporation running International Genetic Technologies, Incorporated and Jurassic Park, amongst other enterprises. An Indian man, middle-aged, dressed impeccably (yet casually), with a neatly-trimmed beard. The man oozed friendliness, just like Hammond.

(And the memory of his helicopter smashing through the dome of the Aviary and crashing into a fiery hell because of that THING kept haunting her dreams. She could recall the lessons on the concepts of alternate dimensions and Alternates of people, on the concept of being a so-called "Fiction", casually given to her by this guy Quill-Grady and yet still NOT Grady-as if it was yesterday. Lessons which had been mandatory after fainting once she saw Masrani (alive again? To her, yes, but to HIM....)).

"That is good to know, sir." said Dearing.

"So... has our guest arrived? Miss... Hakubi, was it?" asked Masrani.

"Yes, sir. She is in the conference room right now." said Dearing.

Hammond pulled out a watch from a breast pocket and looked at it. "Pretty timely arrival, I must say. Did she used a helicopter?"

"Well, that's the thing. She arrived BEFORE the park opened. I found her within our Starbucks, and she said she...." Dearing found herself disbelieving that she would have to say the following words seriously: "...teleported here."

Much to her internal annoyance (not that she would EVER say it), neither man looked more than a little surprised.

"Did she... made any comments about that?", asked Hammond.

"She mentioned that she could sell us some teleportation blockers, and made a couple of good points on how having them would prevent a security breach." said Dearing.

"Oh, good. Good!" said Masrani. "Let's not keep Miss Hakubi waiting, then."

Dearing thanked her lucky stars that the break room was between the helipad and the conference room, allowing her to fetch Hakubi's mug without breaking stride.

She went into the room first, noticing that the conference table had several long metallic cases on top of it, and Hakubi was working away on a laptop which was plugged to a tiny blue cylinder, a pair of headphones on her ears coming from the laptop.

It took Dearing about a second to note that Hakubi was using an absurdly old-looking laptop (a black clamshell-type) and the "blue cylinder" looked like a model of a Cray supercomputer (if she was even sure she was recalling the documentary she had seen on the Discovery Channel, oh so long ago, correctly).

It took her even less to remember that Hakubi had not carried more than a book bag with her when she had left her alone on the conference room.

Hakubi looked up from her work on the computer and said:

"Oh, hello! Didn't saw you there for a second, sorry. I get too absorbed on my work sometimes." She took off the headphones and stood up.

"It's not a problem, my dear." said Hammond. "We all know how it is at times. The vision tunnels when a discovery is near, don't you think?"

"True." said Hakubi.

"OK..." said Dearing. "Doctor Washu Hakubi, these are Doctor John Hammond, head of InGen, and Simon Masrani, CEO of Masrani Global."

"Oh, please, call me "Professor"! Or "Little Washu", if you want. Been a long time since someone called me that." said Hakubi, shaking their hands. "It's John *Parker* Hammond, right?"

"Well, yes." said Hammond. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, just that I've heard some bad things about John *Alfred* Hammond." said Washu. "Really, REALLY bad things. Hope you understand."

A dark look crossed Hammond's face as he said: "Yes... I've heard them, too. Such a despicable man, makes me sad when I'm confused with him."

"Yeah.", said Washu.

"Professor Hakubi." said Masrani. "I believe that you wanted to expose to us some new options for asset handling?"


(((())))


"Oh, sure." said Washu.

She walked up to her laptop (a GRID Compass that she has salvaged and then upgraded to the point it only *looked* like a Compass) and pressed a few buttons. The peripheral that the laptop was linked to (a combination holo-computer and hyper-compressed portable hard drive) fired up, showcasing a holographic representation of the island about a foot over the table.

"Normally I would use my regular holo-computer." said Washu. "But I wanted to rest this baby. Bit of a weekend project."

She cleared her throat and continued: "Anycase, Jurassic Park. What *about* Jurassic Park? An island, a veritable stone's throw away from Costa Rica. Part of an island chain that the locals were pretty kind to call "The Six Deaths". Full of tourists-thanks to Miss Dearing here, I now know that you handle somewhere between twenty and ninety thousand souls per day, maybe more... that's a lot of civilians that could be caught on the crossfire, especially because your key market right now is the people crazy enough to willingly walk INTO said crossfire.

Then we have the environmental conditions: tropical island, rainforest, lots of rain during the winter and very hot during the summer-typical jungle warfare situation. The fog which gives the island its name comes and goes constantly throughout the year, and visibility is reduced at the drop of a hat when it forms. The buildings within the compound perimeter, the woods outside, the fog-all of this leads to high chances of close-quarters combat. Most of the buildings on locations like Main Street also have corporate sponsorship which may-MAY-dislike being exposed to unnecessary collateral damage." Washu took a sip of coffee, giving a thankful nod to Dearing.

"We have external threats to deal with: SCALE would gladly kill all of the humans on this island in order to let the "assets" roam free. Team Rocket, Team Magma, Team Aqua and Team Alpha have tried to poach on this island or infiltrate your companies. And there's been reports of Mon trainers trying to capture or battle "assets" because they think that it would be less risky for their asses to take from this island. And there has been no lack of people protesting the park, some of them pretty fanatical-and that way lies someone willing to take "extreme measures"..." Washu took another sip of coffee. "To summarize: Humans Are Bastards, when they are not being idiots."

"And finally, there's an important factor: the "assets", by which we mean the dinosaurs roaming this park. At their smallest, they are a pest. At their biggest, they are living tanks. They ALL can be lethal, especially if you underestimate them and/or piss them off. And Heaven help you if you are on the warpath of the ones who could eat you."

Washu took a moment before continuing: "So you have asked me to provide options for your security teams, for "Asset" containment and, if necessary, termination. You made it explicit that you would spare no expense, and you set no limitations. So with that in mind, I did some acquisitions and made a whole lot of modifications, and I hope the results will be to your satisfaction."

(())

(WORK IN PROGRESS).
CORELINE: REGULAR DINOSAUR PARK (Story One, WIP).
"....it's anything but."

 WORK IN PROGRESS-PLEASE READ AND REVIEW-ACCEPTING IDEAS AND BETAING.

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This is a response to a detail that was given to me by a couple of posters: the gist of it is that 1) my stories just shoot all over the place with no central theme, and thus attempts to draw attention to the Coreline setting by posting its fiction on places like SpaceBattles just don't work because of this, and 2) other people who have written for the setting so far (and myself, through the vast majority of the art posted here on my gallery) are focusing only on the superhero side of the place (and admitting that the man is on the right, and seeing that I am the one who has written less-to-almost-jack for the setting in terms of posted fan fiction, decided to take the role of writing stories with said wider focus, which then leads to the first issue, because in my idiocy I tried to post said stories to see if I could draw more writers to share the setting and what I mentioned happens).

So here is me trying to fix this thing, while my post-seeing-Jurassic-World kick is still alive and my brain hopefully won't latch onto some other thing like a puppy with ADHD: what I seriously hope will be the first of at least three or four stories focusing on the Coreline version of Jurassic Park. I cannot in all honesty swear that they will be long stories, but I will try my best.

EDIT NOTE 6/24: ADDED New Scene, couple of in jokes on it: Most important is obviously Grant's book. As a fan of the "Zombie Survival Guide" by Max Brooks and "How To Survive A Robot Uprising" by Dr. Daniel H. Wilson (which are directly shouted-out here), I just found it funny that it would be obvious for SOMEONE to try to write a "Jurassic Park Survival Guide" of sorts, and who best to do it than Alan Grant? Probably he used the money of the sales to fund his dig, uses the book to give some edutainment to dinosaur enthusiasts out there (book version of Grant is mentioned to be a good writer and artist on the JP book).

Also thought it would be funny to have agreements with funny names: shout-out to the British series "The Avengers" and "Friendship Is Magic" there.

Obvious reason for PTSD with Claire Dearing is obvious (while we are at it-SPOILER ALERT FOR THE PLOT "JURASSIC WORLD"). No lack of Jurassic World fanfics out there with her having it-probably has a pretty good therapist as an employee benefit. 

EDIT 6/28: I hope that this will be over soon.

The mention of "Psychosurgery" is a shout-out to Eclipse Phase. Considering what it's supposed to do (essentially fix certain psychological problems via hyper-advanced neuro-surgery), it is understandable that a man like Doctor Clark Savage, Jr., would be one of the best men at it (especially since he'd done that since the Pulp era).

I currently have money issues (as I mentioned on my Journal), however I have decided to go and buy the LEGO "Jurassic World" game when I have the chance because it looks VERY cool. The name "John Parker Hammond" is a shout-out to "The Hammond Memoirs", which appear on the "Trespasser" game (a really cool version of them is available here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_WpsD…), while the mention of the "other" John Hammond is a shout-out to the original book by Crichton (and THAT specific version of Hammond being a Grade-A Megalomaniacal Asshole). 

Bit of a showcase of how it feels to be a Fiction dealing with Alternate versions of people you know, here. Poor Claire.

((()))

(Fanfiction by marcoasalazarm for the "Coreline" setting, adapting characters and situations created by Michael Crichton and currently owned by Universal Pictures. Other characters and concepts are property of their respective owners).
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If I were to play a D20 Modern mini-campaign set on Coreline (forum still undetermined), which would you be interested in playing?
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3 deviants said Critical Depth, Infinite Horror (Players vs. the whole city of Rapture, Columbia and beyond).
22%
2 deviants said Day Of The Jurassic Freaks (Zombie dinosaurs! Genetic hybrids combination with Xenomorphs, Graboids and other Fiction beasts! Witness the horrors people can do when they think they can make dinosaurs DEADLIER!)
22%
2 deviants said Mars, Venus And Other Evils (Pulp-style adventures on Mars and Venus).
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1 deviant said ...Can't Hear You Scream (Halloween-themed mini-campaign. Xenomorph Aliens galore, oh, my! And maybe Predators, too!).
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1 deviant said Other Ideas (if you wanna toss any).
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No deviants said Illegal Residence Of Evil (Players vs. Umbrella Corporation).
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No deviants said Down The Mean Streets Of Maine (Players vs. King and Lovecraft horrors).
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No deviants said Brave New Death (Players vs. Slashers (like Jason Voorhees, Freddy, etc).
13 to 6. OK, it's all set, then. Jurassic Park is still named "Jurassic Park".
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RANBOWLANDThe following is what we know about the creation of the Land, from the mouth of one of its historians (a fan, most definitely). This statement was done on an unknown time-at the very best, somewhere in the mid-to-late 90’s, Coreline-time:

“Once upon a time, there was a girl named Wisp. By some stroke of fate, she became aware of the place now known as Rainbowland and wanted to save it from the darkened state it was in. The Dark One had taken over the entire planet and turned it into a gloomy, dismal place where no joy resided. But this young girl made it her mission to turn the world back into the beautiful land it had once been. The only instructions she had been given were to find the Color Belt and the Sphere of Light - and so she set out to do so.

The first acquaintance she made upon arrival there was a white sprite named Twink. His advice had been to run away, but Rainbow was determined to save this planet and wouldn't let cowardice defeat her. He admired her courage and decided to stay with her on her quest.

Next, they found the magnificent horse Starlite. He was frozen in ice, but Rainbow and Twink were able to free him and he joined their efforts to save the world.

They endured many struggles, and found a baby! Wisp knew she couldn't leave the baby alone, and so she took her with them. It started to rain, so they went inside a cave to keep dry. There, Wisp found the Color Belt and was shocked to discover that the baby she had found actually was the Sphere of Light! She received a message from the Color Kids that they had been sent to 7 different corners of the land and had to be rescued for her to be successful - and so off they went to free the Kids.

They found all 7 one by one and set them free from their imprisonment. Then Rainbow was met with the biggest challenge - the Dark One himself. But with the help of the rainbow, she was able to defeat him and restore color and happiness to the land!

She was given the name Rainbow Brite and put in charge of keeping color alive in Rainbowland, and on Earth. Her helpers are the Color Kids (one for each color of the rainbow) and the small furry Sprites who mine Color Crystals in the Color Caves.

But not all inhabitants of Rainbowland support Rainbow's efforts. Murky Dismal and his sidekick Lurky are always up to some mischief - trying to take the Color out of the world. But Rainbow has always come out on top - and always will!”

Now fast-forward to November, Post-Vanishing Year 0. The land and its inhabitants never existed up until the Vanishing, the main elements of a series pretty much gone and (somewhat) forgotten. From the nothing they were forged, and the first thing they did was to look down to Coreline, and the Hellhole that it was at the moment, and how some 10% of its population was nothing but cannon fodder to the (unwarranted) horrible things that the Fictions had brought to the land (without wanting to). And the sense to help that had been ingrained in them since creation just became brighter to the point that they would NOT be denied.

And they weren’t. They soon found help, from others like them, and they went out to the streets and snatched as many Reals as they could find, driving them to safe locations far and wide. This was the beginning of the organization known as the Circle of Hope, Light and Feeling (the very things they stood for before the Vanishing), and even to this day they keep searching for those Reals (and occasional Fiction) that is desolate and hopeless, and give them a helping hand.

Soon after the Vanishing, things changed in Rainbowland, in ways that they would have never believed before. Alternate versions of the Color Kids and Rainbow Brite came and went, Murky was thrown out (although a version of him soon appeared to fill in the spot), and Rainbow unofficially stood down from her spot as guardian of Rainbowland to become one of the leaders of the Circle. Add to that the appearance of new devices and the Fictions helping the exiled Murky, and you can see that this location has had its innocence reduced somewhat.

But like the historian said, they have always come out on top. They sure will not stop doing that any time soon-if they can help it.

LOCATIONS OF INTEREST IN RAINBOWLAND:
Rainbowland as a whole is a sort of outer plane, a large plateau just floating… some where, not quite in space, not quite on the atmosphere. You can only get there thru teleporters or walking up magically-made rainbows (like from R.B.’s Belt, for example). Rainbowland is as big as a city suburb, sparsely populated and pretty much left untouched. All structures are minimalist in design, squat and tiny-looking but ‘confy’ and ‘cute’ to look at (they’re from a children’s show, what do ya want?).

Although it’s pretty easy and quick to walk around Rainbowland, the necessity to get anywhere faster (but at the same time, be the least disruptive as possible) has led to the wide acceptance of modified golf cars as main mode of wheeled transport (going to the Pits, however, requires going by foot or on an ATV).

-The Color Castle: Also called by the visitors as ‘RBHQ’, especially because it is pretty tiny for a castle. It is from this location where everything else in Rainbowland is controlled, their main computers, second biggest lab and everything ‘workplace’ being located here. It is also the house of the Color Kids, ‘R.B.’ and their main helpers.

-The Color Cave: The main source of Color Crystals in the land is located right inside it, and it’s mined day and night. Aside from powering the systems of Color Castle, they are the main power sources for many other gizmos throughout the Land and on the CHLF (most importantly R.B.’s Belt and the Rainbow Blasters).

-Violet Valley: Home of the biggest laboratory on the Land and science library.

-Indigo Acres: It holds their amphitheater and art library.

-Blue Zone: The BB Spa is located in this area (recommended by 7 out of 10 RRO agents!), along with a state-of-the-art sports field.

-Green Grange: Home of their entertainment center and the sole café of the section, the ‘Green Thumb’.

-Yellow Plains: It has found acceptance among Office and CHLF members who like to watch birds or plainly relax. It’s the stop for agents who want to ‘find their center’.

-Orange Meadows: It has a restaurant and the Land’s sole comedy club, the ‘Slap-Stick a l’Orange’ (amateur night on Wednesdays!).

-Red Region: There’s a slight ‘Love Boat’-kinda feeling going on in the ambient. No wonder there’s a hotel in this place (and before you ask, it’s ‘G’-to-‘PG’-rated love, okay?).

-The Pits: It’s a small wasteland just beyond Rainbowland’s northeast sections. Its border is sharply defined, and it’s full of rocks and a sky, mist and junk in nothing but gray colors. There’s a (highly) infectious air of dreariness and glumness inside it, and in time anything that goes inside gets its colors faded away. No one inside Rainbowland tries to go in or stay for long, because they’re highly susceptible to this, and no Rainbowland-made tech works in there. This is the home of Murkwell Dismal, and he’ll repel any trespassers (especially because he doesn’t wants to be disturbed while he makes his latest scheme).

It is an irony, however, that it’s deep inside the Pits where one of the most notable changes to Rainbowland lies. Well past Murky’s hideout, in a secret location, there’s a Stargate that doesn’t seems to connect to anywhere inside the network. Why would it be there?
CORELINE INFORMATION PACKET:RAINBOWLAND (D20M-0.1)
Information packet on this location that I made early on during the setting design and I found recently. Guess it needs some severe updating.
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Here they are:

Good news: I went to see "Jurassic World" and I liked it. It is not a perfect movie, but the first movie was not perfect either-it was good. And I will abide to it having faults but anybody who goes ahead and calls it 'bad' (ESPECIALLY for the sake of trolling) I'm kicking in the teeth and tossing in the nearest carnivore paddock.

THOSE are the good news.

Here are the bad: company I'm working for right now is gonna be closed come the 30th. I am not 100% sure of when I'll be able to get a new job, but until then it's gonna be a bit of belt-tightening time around here.

  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Alan Silvestri
  • Reading: D20 Modern, Marvel Heroic Roleplaying
  • Watching: The Nostalgia Critic
  • Playing: Kingdom Hearts 2.5 Final Mix
  • Eating: Mickey D's.
  • Drinking: Coffee

GOOD NEWS AND BAD NEWS.

Journal Entry: Mon Jun 22, 2015, 5:46 PM
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Here they are:

Good news: I went to see "Jurassic World" and I liked it. It is not a perfect movie, but the first movie was not perfect either-it was good. And I will abide to it having faults but anybody who goes ahead and calls it 'bad' (ESPECIALLY for the sake of trolling) I'm kicking in the teeth and tossing in the nearest carnivore paddock.

THOSE are the good news.

Here are the bad: company I'm working for right now is gonna be closed come the 30th. I am not 100% sure of when I'll be able to get a new job, but until then it's gonna be a bit of belt-tightening time around here.

  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Alan Silvestri
  • Reading: D20 Modern, Marvel Heroic Roleplaying
  • Watching: The Nostalgia Critic
  • Playing: Kingdom Hearts 2.5 Final Mix
  • Eating: Mickey D's.
  • Drinking: Coffee

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Okay, what can I say about me? I'm a geek, I like things that might sound unusual, I must be one of the few guys in Costa Rica that might like Tabletop RPGs other than D&D (although I like that one, too, in 3(and 3.5) Edition), like Anime and Manga and American comics and all kinds of crossovers.

Current Residence: San Jose, Costa Rica
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Favourite genre of music: Hard Rock, old Rock.
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Favourite cartoon character: Birdy Cephon, Asuka Langley, Rei Ayanami, Shinji Ikari, Misato Katsuragi
Personal Quote: Against an Orc, better an AK-47!
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2 deviants said Day Of The Jurassic Freaks (Zombie dinosaurs! Genetic hybrids combination with Xenomorphs, Graboids and other Fiction beasts! Witness the horrors people can do when they think they can make dinosaurs DEADLIER!)
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2 deviants said Mars, Venus And Other Evils (Pulp-style adventures on Mars and Venus).
11%
1 deviant said ...Can't Hear You Scream (Halloween-themed mini-campaign. Xenomorph Aliens galore, oh, my! And maybe Predators, too!).
11%
1 deviant said Other Ideas (if you wanna toss any).
0%
No deviants said Illegal Residence Of Evil (Players vs. Umbrella Corporation).
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No deviants said Down The Mean Streets Of Maine (Players vs. King and Lovecraft horrors).
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No deviants said Brave New Death (Players vs. Slashers (like Jason Voorhees, Freddy, etc).

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