bakerstreet | The Respawn Meme

For when death is not the end.

So you've died. Be it by accident, violence, your own hand or maybe you just ran out of time. There's no reason that has to be the end of your story. In fact- it isn't. A minute, an hour, a day after you die? You're right back in the game. Round two, coming at ya. Then round three. Round four. Round fifty.

Here's how it is:
1) Post with your character and their name, canon, preferences in the subject line.
2) Roll for an environment and respawn number, pick as you please, or make something up!
3) Write up a blurb to set the scene. Be as concise or as elaborate as you like or leave it open for others to tag in with their own scene!
OR
3) Roll for others and tag in.

Environment

1 - War Games. Maybe you're black ops. Maybe you're a soldier in the trenches. Maybe you're a random guy in the middle of the conflict just trying to get home. Either way war is hell, and hell is here. Civilian or solider, spy or general, you're stuck in the fight and hey, sometimes there are casualties. Today that's you.

2 - Not so final fantasy. A world of magic and mystery. Dungeons to crawl, castles to crack into, treasures to purloin. You're a fighter, a thief, a barbarian, a guard. Maybe you don't belong here at all. Maybe it was some cosmic mistake and now you're stuck in a quest without a sword to your name. Get used to those revive spells. They'll be happening a lot.

3 - Spaaace! Welcome to the future, my friend. Or the present, just up very, very high. Or a long long time ago far far away. Lots of things can go wrong in space. Lots of things go wrong in the future. Not every space station or colony is OSHA compliant. Horror or Heroism, pitch black or brightly lit and neon, In space, no one can hear you scream. But everyone can hear you respawn.

4 - Cat and Mouse, East or West. Cartoon physics can be fun. You go flat when you fall, bounce off of walls without a broken bone. But sometimes an anvil hits too hard or a hammer comes swinging and you just can't duck. Maybe you got dumped into a random fighting tournament. An epic journey. The last pilot of this gigantic robot, the chosen one, the last hope of a dying world. This might be a life you know and know well, you might be the guy that's only ever seen this on TV. Better sort out what works, and what doesn't. Fast.

5 - Real life. Everyone dies. It's part of how life works. It's just how things go. But for some reason that's just not sticking. Be it an office accident, a traffic accident, a random shooting, a jump off a bridge- it didn't stick. You wake up in your bed and have to deal with the fact that not only did you not die? It's considered normal now. Good luck with that.

6 - Movie Madness. Post apocalyptic, midnight with the vampires, every horror movie you've ever seen. Slasher flick, alien invasion, zombies everywhere, you're dropped in a place with the odds stacked against you in the worst way and it's something straight out of the cinema. The good news is you'll have plenty of time to think up witty one liners before you die. Make sure you have plenty.

7 - Wild Card. Anywhere. Everywhere. Anytime, any place, make up your own. Go wild!

Respawn number

1 - Baby's First Respawn. It's your first time dying and coming back- and you don't know what's going on or why it's happening. But you're back and it's time to learn from whatever happened before to keep it from happening again. Or you could ignore it. Call it a bad dream. Yeah...

2- Round Three. Okay, so it's not a dream. You're very sure you died, and you're very sure you're alive again. Is it time to freak out? Abuse this? Drink and pray it all goes away? Or do you keep on doing what you need to do?

3 - Round Ten. You've been at this awhile now. Keep coming back, keep making the same mistake, or a new mistake, and keep ending up dead. Do you press on? Do you hole up somewhere and take a break? Or do you start to wonder if there will ever be an end?

4 - Round Fifty. It's old hat now. The Respawn is less of a shock and more of a tool. Stuck? Die, start again later. Too hurt to fix? Die. Start fresh and healthy. Lost? Die. Start at home base, your apartment, wherever you began the last time. It's old hat. And maybe you're getting tired of it now.

5 - Last Spawn. You figured it out. Solved the puzzle, won the fight, or escaped whatever it was that caused the endless loop of living and dying. You're free. But can you trust it? Can you be sure? Can you keep living your normal life after taking the fact you'll come right back for granted for so long?

6 - Wild Card. Life number ??? Utterly random. Whatever you want it to be!

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[Have a business-like nod.]

...Thanks. Nice shades.

[Dying as many times as he had, the disorientation and shock of it has largely subsided by now.]

What do you say we shake things up a bit?

[He's packing some grenades this time. ~~Please remember to use the square button to toss them, player~~. Launching his arm out, the claws latch onto the shell of one of these creepy critters. He tugs back, meaning to rip it off if possible.]

That was the plan, at least before you showed up and ruined my shot.

[K shakes his head and straightens his suit with a tug. This was getting old. It had gotten old several 'deaths' ago. And he meant for it to stop.]

[With a grunt of effort, he manages to wrench off the shell and casts it aside, revealing a strange, slug-like thing.]

Eugh.

[Looks like something that ought to be flushed down a toilet. As if it'd fit.]

Well, this one's all yours. [He has his trusty standard issue revolver on hand, but he can wait.]

Hey, ugly, watch the birdie.

[K draws out a long, silvery looking gun from seemingly nowhere and aims, the weapon whining as it charged up. A flash of green light followed and...then no more Skraaldian]

Ever been to Chicago before?

[Have an approving whistle. That was pretty sweet! He wonders if the gun is effective against droid-type or human enemies, or if it's use is highly specific to these nasty little shits. Well, in any case, it's an impressive looking thing if nothing else.]

Can't say I have. Why? ...Feeling a little homesick? [It's not mean-spirited teasing, promise. :P Look, he's even straight-faced about it.]

Shame. They're coming from Wriggly Field.

[K adjusts his shades with a grim smile]

And you're coming with me. Too many, can't fight all of em alone.

Wriggly what? [Maybe it's better that he doesn't ask. Welp, too late for that, I guess.]

Blasting killer slugs is not what I had planned for my Friday night. Tell you what - - [The corner of his mouth quirks into a little grin.] When this is over, how about you buy me a beer and we'll call it even.

[A bit of humour in a grim situation never killed anyone. Well, except for those people who died from laughter.]

You're not a baseball fan are you, slick?

[K's face twisted into a somewhat bemused smile. As bemused as he could get, really.]

Tell you what, we make it through this in one piece and I'll think about it.

[And he starts off down the street towards 1060 West Addison]

Good enough.

[Lead the way, good sir - he'll keep an eye open for threats along the way. Even two.]

So you got a name? Or am I going to have to call you Chuckles?

I have a name, but you can call me Agent K. Federal Bureau of Investigation, Division 6.

[He scowls at a shadow moving on a fire-escape not far away]

What about you? Should I call you Cyborg?

Edited 2012-10-16 23:46 (UTC)

[Investigations, eh? He tucks away the thought for the moment. Cyborg is the point where joking around ceases to be joking around, and the point is taken.]

Captain Nathan Spencer, part of the FSA's T.A.S.C.; but Spencer will do. So what's the situation here?

[Besides the obvious.]

At least, as much as you're at liberty to reveal.

Alien lowlifes from the Crab Nebula, Skraaldians, have decided to make Chicago the home of more than just the Cubs. They're aggressive, dangerous, and like to put humans like us into something they call the Soup.

They're pretty dumb, all things considered. But there are a lot of em between us and their interstellar ring-bridge. My partner's running interference to keep 'em in Chicago. All we gotta do is make it to Wriggly Field and deactivate the gate.

[...

Ask and ye shall receive, indeed. Well clearly, he ain't in Kansas no more, so to speak. But considering the fact that he has died several times, somehow this makes the most sense of anything he's heard all afternoon. There comes a point when one just... rolls with it. Besides, there ain't no time for the jibberjabber when there's a mission to focus on. Obviously not the sort of mission he'd normally be assigned, but lives were at stake, and seeing these ugly fucks around made that intel pretty believable.]

...Right. I'm guessing that this isn't the first time these things have pulled a stunt like this?

[Was that some movement in his peripheral vision? Christ, either there're more of these things lurking around than he thought or he's losing focus and seeing things.]

First time they've tried it with Earth.

[K stops short and draws his gun again, gesturing towards the fire escape. He speaks in a low, gruff whisper, trying to avoid attention and going under them.]

They like to drop on people. Not a good idea to go that way.

[He nods stiffly, being mindful to keep his own voice low to avoid drawing attention to them both.]

Anything else I should look out for? Strengths? Notable weaknesses?

You saw for yourself. Hard shells, claws, and they're strong. But once you get through the shell? Soft as an egg. Hit em in the mouth or eyes, too.

Oh, and whatever you do? Don't sneeze on them.

[Okay then. Shell it is.]

What the hell happens then?

[Not that he feels a sneeze coming on or anything. Some things are just too strange to leave unquestioned.]

It makes 'em angry.

[K emphasizes the word angry and takes a few casual steps backwards]

Don't think there's another way around. They walled us in good. You ready for a fight?

Edited 2012-10-17 08:10 (UTC)

More ready than I'll ever be, sir. Just give me the signal.

[Without any warning at all, two Skraaldians drop off the fire escape and ooze forward, hooked claws swiping at K, who skips back a few paces]

Easy there, slimy. I'll get this one, you get the other, slick.

[K keeps backpedaling, charging up a shot]

My pleasure.

[As satisfying as zip-kicking into this ugly thing would be, it hadn't had the desired effect when he had tried it on one of its relatives. And what better teacher is there than death, amirite? So he'll repeat what did work: deshelling this snail, with the addition of then training his revolver on it and blasting it into a puddle of mucus.

Satisfying, in its own way. Let's just hope none of the goop manages to splash onto his shades. He likes his shades.]

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