singularityderp | Dark Future Meme

Ten years later, humanity and the synthetic life on the station are at odds
Hypatia has inducted as many citizens of Sacrosanct into a private military and launched
an all-out war against organic life and the people of Asphodel.
Some were kept on the station as captives, some escaped down planet-side
to become part of the resistance, and countless others were re-purposed into
Hypatia's willing slaves.

Now, tensions are at a peak and both sides are preparing for a throwdown. Skirmishes break out on the station and planet. Many of Hypatia's prisoners have been freed, but many more have fallen to the clutches of reprogramming.

Where will you be?

How this works:
-If you are synthetic or part-synthetic, OR if you have special armor (Looking at you, Spartans, Troncast, EVERY ROBOT EVER) you are a target for re-purpose.
You can still have escaped down to the planet, but she'll be after you. Going to the station is dangerous, once you enter her wide-area-network you are at risk of being hacked

-If you are fully organic, you are either dead, kept prisoner and made to work on the station, or part of the resistance on Asphodel.

-Anything in-between? You decide. Be creative with this.

-Fill out the form below to give us an idea of what your character is up to, what happened to them etc. Thread with each other! RP it out!

-Also, bring in your extra journals! There won't be the same people on the station ten years from now! If you're planning to app someone, or just have something interesting lying around, toss them in!

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He follows, sometimes drawing closer, pressing his luck, mostly hanging back and watching his prey's progress. Searching. This one is a fighter. He will be fun to take down.

He snarls from the blackness and flashsteps away before this one can turn, leaping up to the shadowed tunnel ceiling and hiding behind a stalactite.

Karkat keeps walking, undeterred by the noise. He knows what worms sound like. He knows the various monsters of the tunnels, the beings that exist in darkness, the things that usually prey on the resistance. That snarl was none of those things.

He knows what a troll sounds like. Even if the sound is far more feral than anything Karkat's ever heard.

This is a dangerous situation. More dangerous than he initially though. For a brief moment, he thinks he should abscond, but this is Karkat we're dealing with. Karkat absconds from NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So he keeps walking.

He snarls again from the ceiling. No fun. His prey isn't showing fear. Annoying.

He flashsteps and snarls, making the sound echo. A few stones tumble to the ground from the ceiling. Then he lets things fall silent, reappearing in absolute silence behind Karkat.

It's after his attention. That much is obvious when the rocks start falling. So while Karkat continues to walk, he finally shouts, "SHUT UP, I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING AROUND." He doesn't notice the massiveass troll behind him.

The distraction works. The monster grins to himself, edges closer and then reaches out with just one hand to try and snag the back of his prey's neck. He doesn't want to kill this one so quickly--that spoils all the fun--but startling him and hearing his screams would be wonderful.

This one's so angry and fierce. He wants to see this one brought down and terrified.

Fighting Harleybot nonstop for years has trained Karkat's reflexes well. Her skill to teleport (usually right behind him) has taught him hyper sensitivity to his surroundings. As soon as the Highblood's hand enters his personal area, he's ducking downwards, spinning, sickle out-- an attack he's perfected to trip up his opponents.

This one is quick. A challenge. Excellent. It's never any fun if it's not a challenge.

He darts back, flashstepping out of the way and makes a noise that might be a laugh--dark, grating, more of a rasping cough than anything. He lets the sound ring around the caves again and bares his teeth in a hungry grin at his prey.

There's no recognition in his face.

While there's no recognition in Gamzee's face, there is in Karkat's. He can see those indigo eyes and massive horns, and in an instant, he realizes what happened to Gamzee all those sweeps ago.

But that realization isn't enough to fuck with Karkat's concentration. Oh hell no. He's got no chance against Gamzee in a fair fight, and he needs to get this information back to the others. So Karkat does what he's been trained to. He starts dropping bear traps from his Sylladex, launching them straight at Gamzee.

He reaches out to knock the projectile aside, but then it closes like jaws around his arm. The sound he makes is horrifying and unnatural, half roar and half scream. He flails back and forth and claws at the offending metal jaws, grabbing hold of the hinges and ripping the thing apart.

Now he's just angry. He wants to tear this prey apart, but there are more of the jaw things coming at him and more on the ground. He flashsteps again and attempts to bring the prey down from behind.

Nope, nice try. Karkat is a bear trap master. Not only does he have an almost unlimited supply of bear traps, he knows where to deploy them. No amount of flashstepping or attacking from behind will help. Because there are bear traps, waiting. Bear traps and small explosives, which Karkat is also starting to drop.

He dodges and dodges but metal jaws are snapping shut everywhere and finally he steps right into one that explodes under his feet. He howls in rage and pain and stumbles, hitting the ground and going rolling off into the darkness.

He stays there, throwing the broken bits of metal at Karkat from the shadows, almost petulantly.

Karkat is far too busy absconding the fuck outta there to pay attention to babbies throwing fits in the darkness. He's got reports to edit and plans to plan. He'll be back though. Karkat'll definitely be back.

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