I'm sick of these wankers, why aren't there any nice, literate roleplayers out there. I don't think I come across as some elitist cock face. Urgh, I've just discussed what would be an awesome roleplay and posted a first post *see yellow text under this, awesome first post* so I posted and she returned from shopping. I asked if she'd read the post and she said she couldn't be arsed, fair enough. So I say please let me know when you've read. Simply so I didn't have to keep checking back.
The reply I get is:
despiracy
What the fuck, why, no need for that. Suffice to say I won't be roleplaying with her. I'm so pissed off.
Good roleplay intro below:
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Rae sat in front of his computer one finger hovering over the return key, the script that was scrolling in front of his eye looked okay but he had to be sure, it had to be perfect. One mistake and their whole plan would be ruined, the programmer moved his hand away from the keyboard and opened up the raw script again, there wasn’t one mistake that he could see, this code had been check, checked again, run through test programmes and then re-checked. It had to be correct. The programme would take about an hour to run and cycle through its processes before the end result came. That end result being total destruction of the planet’s computer systems.
They’d all been given one part of the code to run, Rae had started this thinking they were liberating a broken world, although now that he was deeper in all this he knew that it wasn’t like that. This was for destruction, panic and death. The hackers weren’t in charge all this had been formulated by someone who could see the big picture yet someone who didn’t have the technical knowledge to implement such a plan.
There were many a way that this could play out, the virus could be stopped if the government knew how and got to it in time, if they did it would only render their computer systems and records redundant, still causing mass panic. If the virus was not stopped and was allowed to run its course all firewalls would be taken offline allowing for rival nations to access computer systems, this would then be followed by a break down in the central hubs and servers across the world, meaning no internet access. Soon every computer on the planet would be infected; this meant your home PC to the military computers that contained launch codes for all the missiles in the world.
Rae began to gather his things, he already had a bag packed, everything he could think of that might keep him safe: Nothing sentimental just food, water, clothing and a gun. The male stood in front of the computer for a few seconds before pressing return. It had to be this way, there was no way out of it now, at least he would be safe. The script began to run and Rae left.
The walk to the meeting place would only take twenty minutes but Rae still ran, backpack slung around his shoulders and gun tucked into his jeans. Although the code would take an hour to infiltrate major systems the effects of the others may be seen more quickly. As a programmer and all round computer genius he knew that it would be the street lamps that would start to go as the grid was shut down from his computer.
It was dusk, and the sky was beginning to grey, it would be night time before the unsuspecting public know what had hit them. Rae couldn’t help but feel guilty and selfish but he’s gotten into all this far too deep to worry about the consequences. There was a good chance this could be the end of the world depending on how many nuclear bombs the world had hidden away. With the ones they knew about there was still a good chance the world could be wiped out, all part of the cleansing apparently; although Rae failed to see how a new world could be born from nothingness.
Finally he reached the designated meeting spot, a large, old building that stood about twenty floor high. He was to wait outside of the front door here smoking a cigarette until his companion arrived, from there they would descend into the deep basement of this building where the appropriate precautions had already been taken to keep them safe from whatever was happening on the world above.
He leant against the door way of the building trying to catch his breath from his run, already the street lamp above was beginning to flicker before flicking off entirely. The sinking sun and rising moon provided little light from behind clouds that had been moving all in day. Rae now felt hugely uncomfortable with the whole situation, he was meeting someone who was more or less a stranger and there was impending doom now hanging over the planet.
Somewhat shakily Rae pulled some cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. This would be his signal, whoever was going to meet him would know who he was. This wasn’t a busy area of the city, it was run down and going to ruin already. There would be few others who had planned to smoke in that particular door way on, what was to be, such an eventful night.
Rae thought about all the people he had loved and lost, all the people that had done him wrong in the past and ultimately pushed him to this final action. There must have been 50 of them across the world, maybe more, all planning, writing and waiting for two years whilst this was all formulated. Rae had been in a bad state then always moving around and never wanting to stop anywhere for too long. Every government had turned on its people. Instilling fear in all and keeping an eye on any who got out of hand. That had spiralled out of control over the past few years leaving many suburbs of cities in ruin as all the people were crammed into the cities to be watched.
The sound of footsteps made him jump, it was either the authorities out looking for him or his fellow hacker. Relief flooded through him when he realised it was neither, just a passerby. They didn’t seem too shocked at the fact that two street lamps were out, that was probably quite common for this part of the city.
Rae had always been an optimist always trying to put a good spin on things so people felt better, so he felt better. Now, however, he was full of sorrow and despair. It was likely that he had made a big mistake in helping with all this destruction. He wanted a new world but he was beginning to wonder if anything good could be born out of such destruction.
