The People's Republic of Adanac (A role playing game)

[Schme]

The bus rolled to a stop in front of a major station, which was near a large shopping mall. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, and these were watched by either men who looked like security guards or soldiers like the ones seen in the shop.

Hundreds of people of all ages loitered, inside and outside. About twenty people got on the bus here. As Variuss got off of the bus, three homeless looking transients, two young and one old, begged him for money. (Making a guess here.) When he gave them none, they became upset, and cursed at him until the next person got off the bus.

(Sorry it’s a bit short. I just don’t know what you’re character would do at a mall he didn’t know without any money. But make a decision, and I promise, you’ll have your work cut out for you.)

[Varrius]

Looking around the Shops, Varrius decides to look around for a clothes shop and generally walk around the Mall, knowing that there are always lots of Women at malls.

"After FInding a girl, ill look for other like me" He thinks to himself, more or less completelty forgotten about Jess at this time.

[Fleegle]

Rob made a little frustrated laugh. "I knew you would not believe me. But I guess it doesn't really matter... I'm here now. Don't worry about the place, it hasn't been my place for 50 years. Near as I can tell I must've fallen in a time warp of some sort, as crazy as that sounds. I can't imagine what else could explain all this, unless I really am crazy." Rob laughed nervously.
"So you guys, you're not with those, uh, those guys with the shirts and stuff? Dominion or something? I saw a lot of them around when I came out of the alley. They were all standing around listen to this guy, I think he was called Sascha."

[Schme]

One such clothing store in the mall was called “Yankee Stylz”, spelled intentionally incorect in the manner that used to be used in the slang of the black ghettos of the Americas, but had since been monopolized by the pretentious and much hated white middle and upper classes. The only people inside looked very stuck up and annoying. They wore shiny, ugly clothing and idiotic jewelry. All the clothes that the store sold did not at all looked good, and obviously catered to people following some very strange trends.

The counter was staffed by a pretty, young black girl, who was looking very tired, in addition to looking disdainful at the snobby trend sheep who were in the store. She wore a light brown headscarf covering her hair, a green and brown sweater, and tight blue jeans.

(Assez bon, sa?)




The two men did not really seem to like having they’re rationalization shattered. They looked at each other, and then tried to continue the conversation, which had become increasingly awkward. “Sorta hard not be with the dominion around here! Haha!” Said How. “Guy with the shirts and stuff, they’se just supporters of the total boys. Never heard a no Shaka, though, sorry man.”

Taking Rob’s confusion to mind, they explained. “You sure you weren’t exiled, guy?” asked Jesse before beginning.

The Dominion of Canada was now (OCC: And is even today) the official name of the country. The country was currently ruled by The Totalitarian Party of Canada. Although the parties goals were all benevolent, things were not going so well for the country, or for that matter, the States (which were not all anymore united). The party did, however, believe in “Giving the government enough power to actually solve problems”, and enforcing a strict moral code, and most importantly, putting the good of the nation before yourself. They were also staunch monarchists. It all combined to make a very strange form of nationalism. The coat of arms seen everywhere was the party’s symbol.

The Prime Minister, Alexander Thompson, had created a group called the Dominion Patriots. It was a voluntary group, with mostly young men, who were a sort of youth militia. They were primarily used for intimidation and dealing with political crime, although they also enforced the law when given the chance.

The government was not closely allied with China, and supported the Totalitarian Party of Jamaica, which was now Jamaica’s ruling party.

“So you need place to stay for the night till you come down, man?” asked How. “You can’t stay here, um, because, well, you can’t, but we can find you a place for tonight if you like.”


The men lead him to the next building, where they were buzzed in. They showed up at a door on the first floor. They knocked, and it was opened. A tall white man answered the door. He wore a very loose t-shirt, and blue sweatpants. The part of his forehead above his right eye was severely deformed. “Hey.” He said.

“Tomcat there?” asked Jesse.

“Yeah.” Said the man. “C’mon in.”

The apartment was not quite as dirty or cluttered as that of Jesse and How, but it was not all that clean, either. The small kitchen was covered in the remanants of rotting attempts at cooking, and a fair amount of dirt and potatoe chips were ground into the carpet.

In the apartement, five men (aside from the tall man.) sat on old and near an couch, watching televison.

A short and stout black man stood up. He was shaved baled, and his “Toronto Blue Jays” t-shirt was stained with some sort of sauce. He had a brass ring in his left ear. “How, Jess! How you doing?!” he hugged each man in turn. They all exchanged the usual amicable greetings, and then introduced the Rob. “This is our friend, Tomcat J.” said How. “Just call me Tomcat, my friend.” He said, with a smile and very painful handshake.

Explaining Rob’s situation (alluding that he had probably been out of his head for a while before turning up at his old apartement.) that he needed a place too stay for the night.

Tomcat seemed delighted. “Oh, great, man! More the merrier! Here! I introduce you to everyone.”

He went on to introduce Rob to all of his not so memorable friends. How and Jesse left, wanting to get back to something, or perhaps not wanting to leave there things unguarded to long.

“Here, man” said Tomcat, handing him a can. “Have a beer.”

[Fleegle]

The undercurrent of tension that Rob had felt in his old apartment was not here in this crowded apartment. It had been replaced by a laid-back, lazy feeling, something Rob was accustomed to. He grabbed the beer and thanked Tomcat. Remembering the success of his previous gesture, he offered Tomcat and his friends a cigarette each.

(Sorry it's so short, but I didn't want to do too much before your reaction)

[Schme]

(No problem. Do as long or short as you like. All fine.)

Everyone happily accepted the cigarettes, and everyone was soon talking as though they were old friends (which they were.) They do not seem to distinguish between Rob and themselves, and acted as though they’ed known him for years. It may have been the large amount of beer they consumed. The whole group was very fond of smoking and drinking, and they emptied cans and bottles of their contents at an alarming rate.

The television still continued to play, but everyone only gave it sporadic interest. They watched a sitcom (which Tomcat and his friends found very funny.) about two extremely incompetent, lazy and corrupt low ranking government bureaucrats. They then watched two old episodes of “The Simpsons”. They did, of course, only get pieces of each show, as for much of it they talked over, and another good portion the volume was put off so as to make way for some enlightened beer induced rant.

“Aw crap.” Said a dirty, skinny white man, who looked as though he’d given up trimming the large beard he wore some years back. “We missed todays Harold.”

“Ah yeah.” Said another man. “Shame. Today I bet, I bet….” Looked like he’d forgotten what he was about to say, as he paused and furrowed his brow. “Umm…Be was good gonna…Tonight.”

They explained to Rob that the Harold Trial was one of the televised persecution of traitors to the country. “Everyone watches them.” Said Tomcat. “Kinda like, um, well, they try them…On television.”

He was now very well plastered, as were most of his friends.

“Well, I’d best be off.” Said one of them, as he got up to leave.

“You, you take care.” Said Tomcat. “Yeah” said another. “Um, not die, eh?”

The man nodded in agreement, and staggered out the door. Soon, two more people left, and the others began to drift off to sleep.

“Sleep anywhere you like.” Said Tomcat to Rob. “And take whatever you want to eat when you go and wake up. Just shut the door on yer way out, if yah go, eh? Night buddy.” Saying this, he slapped his hand on Rob’s shoulder twice, and then waddled over to a blanet on the floor and fell asleep.

The couch had already been taken, as had a floor caught and a mattress. But they’re were several pillows lying around, and some blankets that had not yet been taken.

“Aaaaghhteeelivergonnaburst…..” said the guy on the couch, before passing into unconsciousness.

[Fleegle]

Rob had drank his fair share of beer and was feeling very lightheaded. He took a couple pillows and some blankets and found an empty spot. He settled in for the night, but found the room hot and stifling, and good not get comfortable. Gathering up his sleeping supplies, he stepped into the closed-in balcony and set up his bed there. A cool breeze blew in through a screened window, tickling Rob's face, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

[Varrius]

Seeing the girl, and realising this was one of the First Pretty ones hed seen Varrius strutted up to her and Smiled, "Cheer up" he said.

"Im sure you would look alot better if you was Happy"

When the girl looke dup at him, noticing that he wasnt wearing any clothes from the shop she paid him more attention.

"Hello, my names Varrius, and what would yours be"

[Schme]

When the morning came, it has very hard to distinguish is from yesterday afternoon, for the sky was full of a thick grey smog which nearly blotted out the sun. It was very muggy and humid outside.

“Hey! Hey!” a man was shouting up at the balcony. He was flailing wildly and angrily, and had a bottle of liquor in his hand. “Heeeyyy! You can’t, can’t sub rent that apartement! It’s against the rules! The rules!”

The man did another drunken flail of his arms, and then fell violently into a hedge. “WAH!” came a voice from the hedge.

“Hhhuuuhhhh…..” said the man on the couch.

“Want anything to eat?” said another, who had woken up, and was eating a tomatoe.

The hedge outside could faintly be heard, making vomiting sounds.







The girl looked up at him, looking as though she did not want to be bothered, but this passed as she found that he was not a shop patron, but instead was here to talk solely to her.

She smiled shyly, and then teased him. “You saying I wasn’t looking good before?” Then, blushing slightly, she went on. “My name is Sagal. Nice to meet you, Varriuss.” She stopped leaning on the counter and stood up to her full height. She was about five six. She leaned back against the wall, and cocked her head sideways in a flirtatious manner. “Anything I can help you with?”

[Varrius]

"I just was walking around the Mall and noticed you looking sad, anything I can do to help with that Sagal?" Varrius said whilst thanking god inside his head that things were finally looking up for him.

[Schme]

(Notice how I get help with this part here?)

Her smile widened and she laughed. “Damn, what considerate person you are!” she said sarcastically. “Well, tell you what, you wanna cheer me up? Tell you what, my break’s in half an hour, you can take me out too lunch. I’ll see you then, Varrius.” And as though on cue, an irate customer behind Varrius cleared his throat, pushed past him and slammed his clothes on the table and began complaining loudly, forcing Sagal to shift her attention from Varrius to the shinily dressed man.

[Fleegle]

(Varrius, you dog )

Rob woke up, his mouth tasting like an ashtray. He smacked his dry lips together in thirst. As he roused, he heard some commotion outside, followed by the rustling of bushes. He wasn't quite sure what was going on. He stumbled into the main room, nearly tripping over one of the men who was still sleeping on the floor.
"Actually, I could really use something to drink... non-alcoholic that is." He smirked, replying to the man with the tomato. "And yeah, I 'spose I could do with a little bite to eat."

[Schme]

(That's what I was thinking. Luckily a friend of mine is has helped me in writting these parts. A man simply cannot write from a women's perspective, and besides, even could I, I can't say I'd want too, espicially with this here.

Anyhow, that nearly all thanks to my friend Memona. If she hadn't said she help me out, I doubt you'd get very far with the ladies, Varrius. Haha!

Here, that is. Now I no longer remember what I was going to write. Give me a moment if you please.)

[Schme]

The man took another bite of his tomatoe before answering, letting the juice run all over his face and onto his clothes. “Hmm…Lemme think…Well, the water might be on.” He reached over and turned on the tap in the kitchen. “Yeah, it’s’on. And there be all kinds of stuff in the fridge. Eggs, tomatoes, shawarmas….I think there’s some eggs in there, too. Your not in the Brotherhood, are you? I don’t know if there any good stuff then, but there is some stuff in there. Some milk, too. At least I think so. There was last time I was here.”

All of the things the man had mentioned, and others besides, could be found in the fridge, aswell as fresh milk. Some half clean pots and pans were strewn about the small kitchen, which looked clean enough to make food with, if one had the desire to do so. There was also a very new microwave, which sat plugged into the wall on a shelf.

“He got some tea, too, if you want.” Added the man in a moment. “Tea, sugar, pot, kettle….Where does he keep them…..They’re here somewhere.” His face wrinkled up, as though he were thinking very hard. “Oh! In that cupboard there. If you want any, he won’t mind. I’d make some myself, but I can’t see at the moment.”

[Fleegle]

"Water will be fine." said Rob. He grabbed himself a glass of water and one of the pre-made shawarmas, not feeling up to the task of making food himself. After guzzling the glass of water, he filled it up once more and walked into the main area. He leaned up against the wall and had a few bites of the shawarma, striking up conversation with the other man.