The Matrix RPG

 Define Real -- A Matrix RPG takes place in the real world (mostly in Zion) after the first film, but before the second or third films. The second and third films will be alternate universes, so they never happen.

ALL CHARACTERS OPEN. ORIGINAL CHARACTERS WELCOME.

* Define Real is a slash-friendly RPG.

hey everyone I know this is spam like but please read.
I'm starting up a matrix RPG and we're looking for players. All positions are open save for Neo. Original characters are more than welcome. I hope to see you there at Less_Than_Real

xposted to Inside the Matrix, LJ Matrix, Matrix Agents, Matrix Fans, Matrix Theory, Neologians, Schism Matrix, Spoon Isn't Real, The Matrix, Zion Dockingbay, and possibly a few other places.

Being jacked into the Matrix, anything that happens within the system to your RSI (virtual self) effects your real body. Like that old axiom that dying in a dream will kill you in life.

You get hit = bloody lip
Shot = tore up inside
Break a limb = body spasms to break the bone
Die = die

You get the idea.

By the same token, good things effect your real body the same way...which begs the question: what happens to a person if they're having sex while jacked in? I don't suppose operators wander around with spare towels...

The point, or question, I'm dancing around here is this hypothetical; a ship crashes and its operator and pilot are killed but all the other equipment still fundamentally works. The only survivors of whatever happened are all jacked in. Eating within the Matrix, to some extent, staves off hunger in the actual body but without actual nourishment, the body will eventually start to atrophy and starve.

How long do you suppose they could survive like that?

I've revamped the community and I'm now going to actually be a part of it.
I'm gonna start a new story.

The Architect walked slowly down a bleak sreet in the Matrix Megacity. He heard footsteps behind him...

Think of this as a recruitment drive. Matrix Theory is a combination Matrix questions community and OOC for any and all Matrix RPGs. Think the user info pretty much covers all that effectively enough.

Hope to see you there.

^{especially as by making this community I've apparently sacrificed the full picture load on my own journal that I chanced upon when I went back to free status...}

The cold spike sunk deep into the back of his head. Everything went white. He was in this one along. There were rows and rows of guns... But there were only two things he needed. He grabbed the chrome colt 45. off the gun rack.
And the Katana off the shelf. He sliped the 45 into its holster under his long, White trench coat. The katana was put back into the sheeve in belonged. then slung around his back. He was then ready to enter the matrix. He had done amny times... But never like this...
"All I have to do is get the tape..." He said. The agents had a video tape. No, they were not going to watch it. Inside of the tape, Was a floppy disk. If you were to insert the floppy disk, Then you would be granted istant data...
the data on how to overide the ships EMPs. It was very valuable data. "Lets go." He said. In a flash, He was in a wearhouse. Infront of a phone. It began to ring. He answerd. "I'm in..." He said. He walked out the front door onto the street. "Got to find that tape..." He said

I'm back after about seven months of offline hell.
And wow, it's getting pretty popular. You guys have created some really cool characters and stories.
I look forward to coming on some adventures with all of you's. =)

Ibuki.

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Smashing fists into containment for longest time, not caring about pain, tearing and shredding at the code. Must get out! Smash agents!! Smoosh Cole!!! Grind up and eat Centinela!!!!

They pay for locking up IMP!

Container strong but IMP stronger, IMP get stronger madder IMP gets. Walls give up eventually, just take time.

Got time to waste...

Finally, build up all strength into last big most powerful blow. Uncork and swing...

...where wall go?

Falling with momentum of swing, crash into street. Confused but not care. IMP is free, can goto Agents Headquarters now and tear it down! Kill all agents in their stupid suits and show them not to mess with IMP ever again...

...place feels wrong. Different somehow.

Too mad to care!

Tapping code, feeling out where in city I am in relation to agents. Lots of them nearby, maybe cuz of me, but actual agency building north 3 miles. Prepared to jump, turning in direction when agents come around corner firing and running at me. Slam around, killing three...or the people they're in, knocked into jelly. Thinking on more pain for actual agents, channeled to individual systems. Tear them up inside...but different than what One did to Agent Smith.

Bad enough that one time...

IMP grab nearby Chevy and bring it over head, crushing other agents flat. Then turn and leap, takes three hops to get over agency. Come smashing down hard through roof, tearing through multiple floors before finally stopping. Know from before where offices of Cole & Centinela are. Up a floor, climbing up as agents keep shooting me for all the waste of ammo it is. Get to her door and tear it and wall away...

...office supplies?

Go for his office next, crushing agents in path and tearing through and in. No reality anchors and no agent...more office supplies.

Where is IMP?!?

[about an hour later]

IMP sitting on top of tallest building he could find, looking down at city very carefully. Seeing beyond structure and form, underlying paths of code reavealed to gaze. This is the city, IMP knows this...can see it. But it's not the same as much as it is. Code is different too, slightest subtle alteration. Time is different too, more in past than what is supposed to be. War is still on, rebels against agents.

Not get it.

Very confused.

Not sure what to do now.

Still, IMP can smash more agents till figure it out.

Smashing agents very therapuetic!

*I lean against the wall, panting heavily, my heartbeat has grown stronger* "Why are they here, what do they want from me?!" *Looks quickly around, nothing has changed, the house lies in silence and the hallway is just the way it's always been* How do they know where I live, did they follow me? *The sharp pain comes once again from my throat, I grasp onto my neck and fall to my knees* What's happening to me, what is going on? *Slow, heavy footsteps are heard from the lower level of the house, walking around, searching. I crawl back down the hall and close the door quietly* Why didn't Mouse put a lock on the door, it would really come in handy now. *Looks around quietly for something to blockade the door against the mysterious intruders, the pain becomes stronger by each passing second, it becomes difficult to breathe* There's nothing to use except... *Looks over at the desk with the computer sitting quietly ontop, a new green line of text lies against the blackness*

mouse: they know we have talked, i'm sorry but they will come for you...Samantha you must escape_

*Looks at the screen in shock, looks back at the door then once again back at the monitor, speaks loudly* "How did you?!..." *Covers mouth with hands, quickly looks back at the door* I have to be quiet otherwise they'll know where I am, did I just give myself away? *The green words play with my mind as I turn my attention back towards them* Who is this and how do they know everything when they're not even here? *Scoots closer to the screen, quietly to the monitor* "How am I suppose to escape, they seem to be everywhere I am!" *Stops and thinks, slaps forehead, brings out the keyboard* You idiot...this is a computer, it can't hear you.

guest015: how do you know my name, but most of all how do I escape?!

*Suddenly the sound of glass breaking comes from somewhere downstairs, more then likely something small but it does cause my fear level to raise, I look around the room and stop at the window. Rising off the floor, I rush over to it* I can get out this way, why didn't I think of this sooner?! *Opening the curtains, I suddenly get a wonderful view of...bars, they run from the top of the window to the sill. A small, defeated cry* "Mouse...why did you live this way? What were you protecting yourself from?" *I crawl back over to the computer, the keyboard rests gently on my lap, another line of text has appeared*

mouse: i forgot to warn you about the windows, sorry. They're coming up the stairs now, very quietly but they are indeed coming, quickly under the bed

*The keyboard falls from my lap with a light bang against the carpet. Getting down to the ground, I squeeze myself into the tight space under the bed just as the door knob comes to life, the door opens*

~Steapie

She opened her eyes for a moment, half dreaming she conjured the image of being trapped inside a warm, orange shell with a glue like substance surrounding her. As her eyes fluttered back to close, her eyes strained to make out rows and rows of pod-like apparatusus. Her eyes grew heavy as she heard a loud whirring sound, her halucinations tempted her again as she pictured a spider-like machine looking at her from the outside in, she could feel its parts vibrate along with the sounds it made. There she fell into slumber once again, failing to notice that what she dreamed was real, and that the 'egg' she resided in was slowly being cracked open.

--

Where am I? Why can't I see straight? Am I alive? Can I breathe?

She inhaled, and swallowed what tasted like dirty water. The water stained her lungs with an unpleasent flavor, urging her to vomit as she  kicked her way in what she praied was upward. She kept kicking, using her arms to finally break free. The surface was no better then the fathoms below. With her first breath she felt relieved but when she breathed again something in the air wasn't quite right. It tasted of rust and oil, smelling thicker than smog. She breathed the foul air over and over again, realizing it was the only type of air avaiable. Better than none. She weakly swam her way to what she prayed was shore, feeling heavy, muscles weak and feeble. There she lay, cold and drowsy for what reamined unknown reasons. Pulling her knees up to her chest she began to contemplate.

Good god where am I...How did I get here...I was just at the club a few minutesago and now...wait, the club. Club, suit, man in suit, car, men in suits, alleys...alleys...surrouneded, tired...why does my arm itch? Oh my god...my arm! Both of them! Holes! Plugs?! Ohgod ohgod...my neck too! My hair...what the hell happened?! Oh god what did those people do?! What am I doing here? What is this place...why is it so clod...metal..lots of metal...I wish I had a blanket...cold..

She began to drone out again, but just before she went out cold, a light shone down from above.

I'm dead...