Opar
03-02-04, 23:35
I just had a moment. Go me.
I had a vision for Neocron. Here goes.
Picture one of the pure Pking clans. Abandon by their own faction, wanted by the NCPD for selling fake Weapons, and doing illegal, potentially fatal drugs. No allies, their former friends have turned on them, after countless attacks on their runners. This clan has to live in their own, small city, founded by, and cared for by themselves. They have to pay to keep it up an running, defend it by themselves. They are, essentially, hermits.
They hire unsuspecting runners, to run errands for them. Fetching food, weapons, drugs etc. from the various cities. They research their weapons, they customize them, making them suit their style. They spend hours on end, night after night perfecting their killing skills, and researching new ways to inflict pain upon their victims. They are beyond terrorists, they are beyond "bad". These guys are the pinnacle of evilness.
They live in abissmal (SP? ^^) conditions, their life is dominated by dirt, grime, disease, and the need to kill. Every day, they leave their little city, on another expedition to kill as many people as they can. The whole worlds hatred towards this "mafia" grows. They know they're hated. They dont like it, but their need for for blood shed far surpasses their personal health. They dont fight in Outpost wars. If they know a war is happening, they'll get their tanks and specially customized vechiles, and they'll be at the Outpost war within seconds. Turning a friendly OP war into a blood bath. They dont care about OPs. As far as they're concerned, a clans power is not represented by outposts, but by how many scalps sit in their cabinets.
As they grow evermore menacing, more people feel the need to join this "cult". These guys dont let just anyone join. If they dont trust them, not only is the wannabe rejected, he's beaten up, left in the middle of a wasteland sector, bleeding to death..... However. The few who are skillfull enough (and heartless enough) to join. Become loyal members, and are trained to kill. Kill without feeling any sorrow, or shame. As this organisation grows, they think they can take on the bigger picture. So they challenge one of the current factions, for "factionship". They choose a faction to wage war against.
For the next two weeks (real-time). Bloodbaths are organised between the PKing clan and the other faction. These fights are not 'equal teams" carebear bullshit. This is about numbers, skills and tactics. One faction stand at one end of an empty zone. The other at the other end.
5
4
3
2
1
Fight.
A mass-murder session begins. Guns are shooting everywhere, adreniline kicks in. BANG BANG BANG. Reflexes, identification of the enemy, and the ability to stay alive are all that matters now.
Hours later, the fight dies down, and finishes. The challengers (the PKing clan) emerge victorious. However, this is just the first of several battles to come in the next 1 and a half weeks. The winning clan retire back to their "ghetto". To celebrate, drinking the blood and eating the flesh of their victims.
In the next few battles, the clan continues to win, and after much fighting, the former small-time PK clan, has become a fully fledged , specialist PK faction, until they are challenged, once again, by another.
Heh. Well that was my moment. Probably wont have a change in HELL of being liked, never mind implanted. Oh well. Its nice to share thoughs.
I had a vision for Neocron. Here goes.
Picture one of the pure Pking clans. Abandon by their own faction, wanted by the NCPD for selling fake Weapons, and doing illegal, potentially fatal drugs. No allies, their former friends have turned on them, after countless attacks on their runners. This clan has to live in their own, small city, founded by, and cared for by themselves. They have to pay to keep it up an running, defend it by themselves. They are, essentially, hermits.
They hire unsuspecting runners, to run errands for them. Fetching food, weapons, drugs etc. from the various cities. They research their weapons, they customize them, making them suit their style. They spend hours on end, night after night perfecting their killing skills, and researching new ways to inflict pain upon their victims. They are beyond terrorists, they are beyond "bad". These guys are the pinnacle of evilness.
They live in abissmal (SP? ^^) conditions, their life is dominated by dirt, grime, disease, and the need to kill. Every day, they leave their little city, on another expedition to kill as many people as they can. The whole worlds hatred towards this "mafia" grows. They know they're hated. They dont like it, but their need for for blood shed far surpasses their personal health. They dont fight in Outpost wars. If they know a war is happening, they'll get their tanks and specially customized vechiles, and they'll be at the Outpost war within seconds. Turning a friendly OP war into a blood bath. They dont care about OPs. As far as they're concerned, a clans power is not represented by outposts, but by how many scalps sit in their cabinets.
As they grow evermore menacing, more people feel the need to join this "cult". These guys dont let just anyone join. If they dont trust them, not only is the wannabe rejected, he's beaten up, left in the middle of a wasteland sector, bleeding to death..... However. The few who are skillfull enough (and heartless enough) to join. Become loyal members, and are trained to kill. Kill without feeling any sorrow, or shame. As this organisation grows, they think they can take on the bigger picture. So they challenge one of the current factions, for "factionship". They choose a faction to wage war against.
For the next two weeks (real-time). Bloodbaths are organised between the PKing clan and the other faction. These fights are not 'equal teams" carebear bullshit. This is about numbers, skills and tactics. One faction stand at one end of an empty zone. The other at the other end.
5
4
3
2
1
Fight.
A mass-murder session begins. Guns are shooting everywhere, adreniline kicks in. BANG BANG BANG. Reflexes, identification of the enemy, and the ability to stay alive are all that matters now.
Hours later, the fight dies down, and finishes. The challengers (the PKing clan) emerge victorious. However, this is just the first of several battles to come in the next 1 and a half weeks. The winning clan retire back to their "ghetto". To celebrate, drinking the blood and eating the flesh of their victims.
In the next few battles, the clan continues to win, and after much fighting, the former small-time PK clan, has become a fully fledged , specialist PK faction, until they are challenged, once again, by another.
Heh. Well that was my moment. Probably wont have a change in HELL of being liked, never mind implanted. Oh well. Its nice to share thoughs.