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:) Your posts are awesome.

I know how it is, just don't sucked into it.

I should be more available myself. Three different things were finished up by my madcap work over the last week and weekend.

Jackie had entered a nightmare. She had expected it to be bad... the sheer emotional abuse of the interview, the brutalness of the boot camp. All of this was what she had thought it would be... and more. It was so much worse.

And that wasn't the true worst of it. They were all kids... 'civilian' was in the definition. Even those that thought they were hardly military material... what does a kid know, really? But all the questions, all the forethought... it didn't help Jackie.

The deaths were the worst. The sight of someone, someone who was, who could have been a real friend, puking out their own guts. Of the sudden deaths, inexplicable. Of waiting to suddenly be torn in half by gods know what.

Even the other students were no refuge. If she befriended someone, would she see their face melt off onto the floor? If she was closer to someone, would she find them attacking her, turning mad and needing to be shot?

And what was going to happen to her? It was the waiting, not knowing.

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Swimming was distracting. It felt safe. Thrusting and kicking through the water, everyone and everything far away. Maybe if something mis-worked in her Threading, it wouldn't just kill her if she was in the water. Or maybe she just wouldn't leave behind a mess.
Swimming slowly. Feeling frustrated, she dove below. Breathing in. She swum. Hard, fast, as hard as she could. Gliding through the water. Easily. She almost forgot her troubles like this. She certainly didn't see the other end of the pool.

CRAK.

"glbhfsvck!" She shot up slowly, crawling up the side, fumbling at the edge of the pool, blood from her broken nose making a mess of her face. She heard shouting. She certainly had the self-control to lay there, a half-drowned-brunette rat coughing and sputtering, the world dizzy. It was obviously the world that was dizzy. It was grabbing her, grabbing her wrists. Unfair. She couldn't get hair out of her face, or stop heaving and trying to lose a lung of air.

Staying still, horking, miserable and still even if she wasn't miserable. Hacking, trying to toss up the water she swallowed. She didn't care to fight, wouldn't have to begin with. It felt good for all of a quarter second until her face met tile. She'd have settled for a victory cake.

'Tis I. I have been thinking about this (and talked with PE some on a character concept). With the young American lad I had in mind at the moment, I would probably emphasize his STR, CON, BODY, and PRE. He's definitely more physically active than mentally, but he has potential.

I kept out some details to help build it around other campaign content. Other things like that. It's kinda rough!

James ("Jake") Marshall
Jake is young, like all the other threaded. Growing up in a traditional family in the Midwestern US was idyllic, and yet painful in a way having life already described to you can be. The horror of the Thunder's invasion shattered a life that seemed too picture-perfect, but the cracks around that view of the world had already started with his Aunt.

"Aunt Mags" was a breath of fresh air and adventure. She talked about things different than just being in school, doing sports, and car repair (not that he did not love working on restoring cars with his father). But Mags represented something outside of the Midwest, a woman who traveled far and instilled in him the anticipation of mysteries outside his own bubble.

He'd never get to learn much about life outside his hometown, though. He never heard from Mags again, his parents would not talk about her, and soon the Thunder was all anyone would talk about. The war raging afar seemed so unreal, until the raids got close. Until his father was hurt, until his younger brother was killed. And when he saw his family being torn by grief, and his uncles and extended family going to war... he wanted to do the same.

He has been raised on the idyllic view of the US. He has a simple worldview, a love of action movies, all things American, and (truthfully) a product of the fantasies of his culture. But this has given him an almost pure desire to fight back. To protect people he couldn't protect, like his little brother.

His motivation was pure. But the rest? His world was going to have to change, and grow.

Val Char Cost

8 STR -2
7 DEX -9
9 CON -2
8 BODY -4
10 INT 0
8 EGO -4
10 PRE 0
10 COM 0

7" RUN 2
3" SWIM 1
2" LEAP 1

Psycho Effer pointed me in this direction... what are you going to be using to run this? :) Tis Trickster Priest, from way back when.