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"Sounds like something I could do" said short circuit bumping in. Something that could give him something to look forward to. Specially since it's felt like it was forever since he had some action. And now that the odds were not against him, he could have a better chance of having some fun. But with short circuits first impression, how could they trust him.

"I never said I'd kill myself. But I never agreed on helping" he said quietly. He was also stumped by the stallions remark. He sighed heavily "ok "boss" what's going to happen?" He asked. He wanted to give his opinion on what to do, but he didn't want to deal with the argument afterwards.

"Who said I wanted to be in this stupid science project. I was forced to be here, don't I have the right to choose what I want? Not sit here and do what some fucking recorded message said, hell he's dead, so what authority does he have now?" He said getting on the offensive side. "I don't give a good god damn if the pony race dies, the only thing I care about is me. I've seen enough to know that whatever they had coming, they deserved it, stupid technology, stupid science. All their fault." He explained. With that he huffed and leaned back against the wall. (If anyone has a problem with the cursing let me know and I'll fix it it fits my oc's personality)

Okie dokie got it

Short circuit felt his cells acting as batteries, holding the volts of electricity. It was a gift the Pegasus had since birth, each time he pushed his limit of power. The more he could handle. Though it had it's pro's and cons. He could manipulate it to change polarity of his own body, or anything else in that matter. He could also use it to vanquish threats if need be. But he needed to keep supplying himself with energy everytime he used, it was like an addiction. None of the energy gets used unless he emits it, or uses it manually. If he didn't call on it, the energy itself would stay stored till he calls on it again. It also made him allergic to water, if a mass amount of electricity was in his body making it painful to touch anything with water in it. Even if he needed to drink, he would have to drain himself before taking a sip. He grabbed some rations of food, a combat knife, thread and needle, and some bandages. Once he felt ready, he walked out to the main room. He looked at the pony who was standing by the exit...at least that's what he guessed it to be. He stood quietly as he watched the ponies struggle around. "Why is it my job....I didn't ask for this nor did I get anything good from it...." He thought to himself as a displeased expression was shown.

After some time. His eyes adjusted, and so did his body to the temperature of the room. He got up shakily, his muscles screamed as he tried to use them to stand him upright, it took him a second to stand. But once he did he felt much better to stretch his legs. He walked around, trying to avoid some of the other ponies attention. He felt a little off balance as he trotted around. He soon made his way to the wall with the supplies & equipment for 'survival' like the recording said. Looking at the assorted tech and objects he picked up a battery cell. The cell was super charged. Five hundred thousand volts of energy was held in it. He picked up four and grabbed the solar powered bags and put the batteries in the bags. Then hung it on his back. He held a battery cell in his hoof "let's see if I still got it" with that, he closed his eyes and electricity came from the negative and positive outputs on the cell, into his hoof. It took a second, but he completely drained it... He shook his head, feeling a rush. "Whoa...it feels like forever since that's happened.." He put the empty battery in his bag, he could charge it for later use.

Short circuit felt drained of his electrical energy...but most of all he felt dizzy and nauseous. His head pounded, and the recorded message didn't help at all. Once the message was over he started gag and vomit through the floor. His body wasn't used to the hibernation bods. He sat down regaining his thoughts, and trying to pull himself back together. And eventually the memories came back to him, the images of what the earth beyond this vault cane to him. He remembered the pain and suffering he watched. And the torture he put his body through just to survive and live to breathe another day. He needed a power source to feel alive again....

((One of the main reasons why I left. But seriously is this appropriate for rp on this site? Everyone was right this thing is out of control. From demonic slaughtering, pentagons 'I'm not against any religion. But to avoid trouble don't bring religion to the rp, or the site in general' and your all oblivious to a lot of stuff like only focusing on you three, and not the others. That's why my oc is dead and same for the others, not trying to be rude just trying to help))

I'm ready as I'll ever be lol

Yay! I'm am really excited for this one

Wow, when you said you were making a new Rp I didn't think it would be this interesting. The concept of it is amazing, definitely grabbed my attention to say the least lol. Sign me up! http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/short-circuit-r5599

After some time short circuit found himself in the ponyville plaza. A little to open for him, which proved to be dangerous as a bullet hit him in the arm, making him take cover. Grunting and groaning he looked up to the sky as the sun shined down. He got the message, he was going to die here. After a long and brutal gun fight, short circuit had counted 13 kills, and 7 wounded. He had been shot 4 times. One in the arm, one in his upper back, and the other two on his back left leg. He now had a 45. Smith and western dmr with a ACOG scope from a dead raider. But the just kept going. He was out of electricity after using it to kill some raiders, now it was just bullets and pure willpower. He was taking out raiders left and right with his rifle, "I am the grim reaper" he told himself. Now he had a bullet in the lower part of his back head. It didn't go deep enough to kill him but it did puncture the skull. He couldn't feel it, to much adrenaline. But he was bloody and had more bullet wounds then ever. One eye was swollen shut, but still with his open eye he aimed down the sights with his rifle and still fired till there was no more bullets. After that he pulled out his pistol, and crawled to cover. His legs were to badly shot. His breathing was stuttering, making his breathe getting submissioned into the death rattle, his last dying breathes. He shot at raiders with the pistol taking out only 7 of them. He shot at dark figures that weren't even there as the blood loss made him see things. His breathing was shallow as he crawled to a wall, leaned up against it, and shot around till the hammer of the m9 pistol stayed cocked back....no more bullets. He looked up into the sky with his only good eye breathing started to slow down. He struggled to take each one of those painstaking breathes. His lungs were on fire, after looking up he looked at the raiders who were popping out from cover to see him dying. His head wobbled from his shallow breathes....he smiled....as their shots barely missed his head....till the last one his the tip of his forehead killing him instantly....his pupils widened and then he was gone..... The pistol fell from his dead hand....and all there was a smile on his face...as he smiled at death.... 19 bullets were inside his body....and 43 dead raiders laid on the ground. And everything grew silent.

Short circuit stood there. Holding the pistol in his hands. "Ah fuck that" he said putting the pistol into the back of his pants. Giving up on even trying to help anymore making him feel even more pissed. Walking away, he started to think of the outcome if he didn't help them. But he didn't care....

yay thank you

Hey can I join as a hero, my oc is short circuit here's his link http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/short-circuit-r5599

Short circuit wasn't knocked out from the throw. But one thing was for sure, his solar powered bag was used as a cushion of his impact. Destroying the bag completely...while also shattering his solar protective sunglasses. He groaned laying in the rubble looking to the left then right. He threw his glasses to the side including his backpack with the wires with it. But one thing he heard go off was a power cord hitting the water. "There's...power?" He questioned. He walked over to the wire and grabbed it roughly before absorbing all the energy, putting him to full power... Heat sizzled off of him as he fell to the ground coughing and wheezing as his cells worked ten times the speed of the healing factor p and healing the wounds, leaving nothing but scars except for the bullet wounds which could not be healed due to the bullets still being there. He took off his scarf from his face. And bit down on it as he used his combat knife to take out the bullets. He screamed and his breathe started to stutter as he did. Once he got them out his wounds healed up, he stood on his hands and knees spitting and groaning as he was in to much pain. But after some time he got up, and took off his gloves and looked towards the mansion watching Stryker walk around the house. Including the other ponies. He screamed out "JUST BECAUSE THEY KILLED OTHERS DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO TOY WITH THEM! ITS CALLED SURVIVAL, WE ALL DO WHAT WE MUST TO SURVIVE" he shouted at the house.

Before this got any worse, short circuit shot Stryker in the shoulder. Interrupting his little demonic spell. The raiders then retreated, running away in fear. Short circuit stood there aiming the gun at stryker's head. Even though short circuit had a couple of bullet wounds he still stood there in a good posture. "Even raiders don't deserve something like that" he said holding the pistol.

Soon the the got him in his back with a bullet as well. He fell down grunting and groaning. One of the raiders jumped ontop of him in a attempt to joke him out. In a struggle. Short circuit pulled a pistol out of the raiders holster and shot him in the chest numerous times. "FUCK YOU!" He shouted throwing the body off of him and pulling the clips out of the bag the raider had on him. Shots were fired at him, but he still pushed on firing his pistol. He hit a couple of them before getting a bullet scrapping his shoulder, cutting it. He knelt down behind cover reloading the pistol while holding his wounded shoulder. He looked, it was his last clip. He then got up and shot at more of them in a angry matter. He wasn't affraid of dying, but he was going to bring a couple souls with him... Luckily to his fate, the raiders started getting attacked from another point. From two other ponies.

Short circuit had heard gunfire going off. So he ran in that general direction to investigate. He was scouting on a rooftop and watched as the pony that had threatened him with a gun was there...with a few of his friends. But the raiders were just shooting at the building to you with the ponies. 'Like I said....damn my morals' he thought. He saw he had the upper advantage. They didn't spot him out yet, there was at least 20 of them there. Possible one more that hidden from sight, but he could see the gun shot flashes. He pulled out his knife and quietly got down as they fired at the mansion. He sneaked up to one and took one hand to cover his mouth and used the other to plunge the combat knife into his throat. Killing him silently, he then picked up the assualt rifle, checked the ammo, and took two grenades from the corpse. Quickly he threw them both at a couple of raiders and unloaded his gun into three of them. Now drawing all of their attention to him instead of the mansion. He quickly slid over a metal crate, and got shot in his left shoulder while doing it. He crouched down behind the crate cursing about the wound. "god fucking damnit" he shouted through his gritted teeth. Angrily, he popped out and shot a raider in the chest, then arm, then head. Waisting all his ammo. He his behind cover and threw the empty gun away and stayed down as all the raiders shot at the crate he was behind.

I would like to join but I really want another anthro rp lol. I dunno but it feels like it opens more possibilities to the world of rp

UGH guys don't drop out just because this rp has some flaws. If anything all this is going to turn out to be is another rp that is not going to be finished. It's still in the beginning stage so we still have time to get things into shape. I just hate it when I start enjoying things and then they suddenly die out

Things felt tense at the moment. It also made him think about a couple things, one the mare. Two....who were the ponies responsible for, siblings? Kids? Parents!? 'GOD DAMN MORALS' he thought to himself. He cautiously put his combat knife in the holster of one of the backpack straps. He was sure if we're to follow the group. Or stay behind. Once the adrenaline wared off he then remembered the wound on his back left thigh of his leg. He got it from a raider 21 hours ago. The bullet was still there. But he stopped the bleeding with a white rag staining the back of it. Making things sting a little bit.

"Well here's how I see it....I can manipulate electricity through out my body, and the use it in any way I please...as long as I got a energy source nearby...so whatever you guys have on you I can drain. Plus I can turn all of your surplus ammo into explosives. Plus that gives me time to end each of you with my knife, you may have speed. But I have my wits, plus I know how to handle a group of people...." All they were doing was throwing out threats. He saw two choices, 1. Kill them and having a 50 chance of being wounded or killed. And if he did survive then he could take there supplies....2. He could put his weapon away and try to side with them. But then again with his last expirences, he wasn't to blame for being so cautious or negative for siding with them. He had to make a choice soon.

"Not much....but it's enough to fry one of you guys" he said cautiously. Underneath his long sleeves were wires that ran to the battery in his bag that was connected to the panels on the outside of his bag. Good set up he had. Would suck to lose it. "Why should I put down my guard, I've already delt with enough of you outsiders. I know what happens, as soon as my weapon goes down I'm dead" he said holding the combat knife tightly. He had other groups before they turned on each other, but he learned his lesson from befriending others.