Adventures on the Transdimensional Block (Community building+Doctor Who+H.G. Wells)

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Awhile back I finished the alternative history novel 1632, and have since read a number of its sequels. It is one of the best alternative history novels I have read in awhile. The novel begins with a small West Virginia coal mining town being transported back in time to Germany during the 30 years war, and follows the lives of the residence there, and how they deal with the shift, and those around them.

Fun book with a lot of interesting things happening so I suggest next time you are at the bookstore or library pickup a copy of 1632 by Eric Flint. Okay my brief plug for Mr. Flint is over and I give him enough money already his book gave me an idea for a thread on Lit....

You're the resident of a generic town named Bridgewater in the suburbs of a major American city on the Northeast coast. There are farms around the town and a short trip out of the bay brings you to the Atlantic ocean. The town has pretty much everything you can find in a small town from resturants to modest industrial facilities to other shops and businesses as well as a small power plant. The residence of Bridgewater are a hard working diverse lot with the about 2/3 of the population working in town. The rest commute to the city but return home every night to their homes and families. Life was quite and simple until the night of the fire......

The whole town was enveloped in a ring of smoke and fire. Many people thought the town was under attack, but when the smoke cleared the town we fine and upon further inspection the only real damage was to some trees, the highway, and the rail lines leading out of town. Some crops were burnt, but the biggest concern was the new view.

As you look around the views of the surrounding towns miles down the road have been replaced with a thick pine forest. For the sailors in the town they say the ocean has been turned into fresh water. The two engineers in town one with a freight train and the other with a commuter train both say the tracks end at the wilderness. Nobody knows that to do and nobody knows what is going on, and by the evening of the first day you know you're not even on earth when you see different stars. A town meaning has been called...what will everyone do?

You the writer/players....

You are the residence of the town probably on the West side of town where most of the houses are located. This not to limit people as much as it is a starting point. You begin at River Street which meets main street leads to Thomas Square (named for a local Civil War hero). Each person takes the role(s) of a resident in the town. You can have a household with up to seven family members. You design your own home and it can be a house, farm, apartment, condo, or trailer. Each player gets a double lot to start so there is plenty of room. You can have as much as you want as long as you can justify how it works. Each household has a primary business they own outright.


You can have one character or more don't feel pressured. You can just be living in an apartment or a commuter stranded and don't have much more than what is in your car.

This is just sample and there are plenty of ways for you to write a great background. There are a lot of options and I would hope people take on things like utilities, but those can be NPC run. I see room for at least one hospital, power plant (substation), Train utility yard, small airport, and a number of other things.

Think all you need to run a town and survive on an alien world. You will need supplies and what is beyond the woods? There is a breed of monsters nearby and your not the only foreigners on this world. There is room for exploration, adventure, and maybe even trade.

There is a lot of opportunities for adventure, and building a new world. Also for romance as people in town get to know each other. What about the woman left alone because her husband stayed over in the city or the truck driver delivering soda to the town stopped for a dinner break and got caught. Perhaps a divorced couple are forced to stay together and love blossoms. Or it can be as simple as things are crazy I need to get laid.

There are many possibilities so is anyone interested in this chance to to do some great writing.... More details will come as we start this adventure, but I need to hear from you all first. This is like Lost, but on a larger scale.

Example:

The Smiths....

Mrs. Jane Smith is a surgeon and runs a local clinic with a dozen beds, OR, ER, which also has offices, nurses, Emts, and a pair of ambulances. The building has a backup generator and a good supply of medical supplies. Her husband Jack is a local police officer and farmer. The family farm has a tractor, two trucks, livestock, barn and there is a crop in the ground. Also they have cache of weapons including a number of military weapons.

Lisa Smith is the couple's 24 year old daughter who is a substitute teacher lives out at the farm. She has two horses and a mustang and is in the national guard. Rick is the couples 22 year old son who is working hard at making his motorcyle business work, but is working as an EMT for his mom as well as being a volunteer firefighter. He lives on a trailer on his parent's property with his girlfriend Brenda a 20 year old tattoo artist who goes to community college.

Their area is a mess with plenty of motor cycle parts in a shack next to the trailer, and three beat up pickup trucks. The mail box for the farm is on River Street near the end of a dirt road. It is only a short drive to Thomas Square where the clinic is and not much further to the town hospital.


Who's with me.....?
 
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So who wants to be the first resident. I'm looking for everything from computer programmers and gardeners to "massage therapists" and construction workers.

Let me know your thoughts...
 
A Question

So who is up to the challenge of making a well rounded character not just their sex life. There is adventure, problem solving, and I'm sure when you get enough people together plenty of sex.

So whose with me?
 
So nobody is interested in rebuilding civilian, having adventures, and getting laid?
 
Pre-Turkey Day Check

So I can't interest anyone in a group thread. Looks like my work will be changing to have more time for work here or at least keeping me around home more...Nobody is up for sex and adventure?
 
Ok getting some interest through pm's and I have to say this thread needs a special breed of writer. One who can think and write. It isn't all laid out for you, you have to hack through it all on a rustic alien world.
 
A new adventure for a new year....I'm looking for people to take on high adventure on an alien world while getting laid.
 
Looking for a few Hardy Souls for an Erotic Sci-fi Adventure

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Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,
Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!

For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you tramping with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Have the elder races halted?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the seas?
We take up the task eternal, and the burden and the lesson,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of labor and the march,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We detachments steady throwing,
Down the edges, through the passes, up the mountains steep,
Conquering, holding, daring, venturing as we go the unknown ways,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

We primeval forests felling,
We the rivers stemming, vexing we and piercing deep the mines within,
We the surface broad surveying, we the virgin soil upheaving,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Colorado men are we,
From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus,
From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

From Nebraska, from Arkansas,
Central inland race are we, from Missouri, with the continental
blood intervein’d,
All the hands of comrades clasping, all the Southern, all the Northern,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O resistless restless race!
O beloved race in all! O my breast aches with tender love for all!
O I mourn and yet exult, I am rapt with love for all,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Raise the mighty mother mistress,
Waving high the delicate mistress, over all the starry mistress,
(bend your heads all,)
Raise the fang’d and warlike mistress, stern, impassive, weapon’d mistress,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

See my children, resolute children,
By those swarms upon our rear we must never yield or falter,
Ages back in ghostly millions frowning there behind us urging,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

On and on the compact ranks,
With accessions ever waiting, with the places of the dead quickly fill’d,
Through the battle, through defeat, moving yet and never stopping,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O to die advancing on!
Are there some of us to droop and die? has the hour come?
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill’d.
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the pulses of the world,
Falling in they beat for us, with the Western movement beat,
Holding single or together, steady moving to the front, all for us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Life’s involv’d and varied pageants,
All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

I too with my soul and body,
We, a curious trio, picking, wandering on our way,
Through these shores amid the shadows, with the apparitions pressing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Lo, the darting bowling orb!
Lo, the brother orbs around, all the clustering suns and planets,
All the dazzling days, all the mystic nights with dreams,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the followers there in embryo wait behind,
We to-day’s procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

O you daughters of the West!
O you young and elder daughters! O you mothers and you wives!
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Minstrels latent on the prairies!
(Shrouded bards of other lands, you may rest, you have done your work,)
Soon I hear you coming warbling, soon you rise and tramp amid us,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Not for delectations sweet,
Not the cushion and the slipper, not the peaceful and the studious,
Not the riches safe and palling, not for us the tame enjoyment,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Do the feasters gluttonous feast?
Do the corpulent sleepers sleep? have they lock’d and bolted doors?
Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Has the night descended?
Was the road of late so toilsome? did we stop discouraged nodding
on our way?
Yet a passing hour I yield you in your tracks to pause oblivious,
Pioneers! O pioneers!

Till with sound of trumpet,
Far, far off the daybreak call–hark! how loud and clear I hear it wind,
Swift! to the head of the army!–swift! spring to your places,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
 
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