WE ARE THE SCOURGE. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

[cmdr_zoom]

random cross-thought of the day:

Being Forsaken is a lot like being assimilated by the Borg, then "waking up" - you're not a drone anymore, but you're still Borg... a symbol of fear for countless races, and very likely the only survivor (so to speak) of your home, which is now a smoking ruin. Now what?

Comments

[mephron]

You hook up with a bunch of guys that no one else likes, and secretly work on a way to kill off everyone else, including the force that transformed you.

Because undead means icky, always.

(Remember, they have the racial ability of 'I eat it, I get better', as long as it's something made of meat.

[cmdr-zoom.livejournal.com]

for "kill", read "assimilate." :)

mmm, meeeeeaaat. (See also Re: Your Brains (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BjMiDZIY1bM))

[z-gryphon.livejournal.com]

I should think it would be obvious. You find somebody as wildly, comically different from you as it is possible to get - say, a gunslinging she-robot with a diploma from Harley-Davidson University - and the two of you become detectives.

[cmdr-zoom.livejournal.com]

They fight crime!

[z-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Alternately, you could pull together a team of highly skilled misfits and become a security consultant.

[pjack.livejournal.com]

I'm sure that's an Indie RPG waiting to be written. :)