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Planet Meline, Port Myers | Sericulture RPG

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Sci-Fi dystopic RPG based on a small island.

WHY DO BIRDS SUDDENLY APPEAR?_


Planet: Meline

Year of colonization: 3930

It has been many years since the behemoth-ships responsible for spreading humanity like seeds amongst the starts fired up their engines and left us on their own. A hundred cheers, to prosperous fish harvests and bountiful rains! Let independence reign free!

A large waterworld, positioned in an unfortunate spot away from any important clusters of stars that might house more eventful bits of humanity. Thankfully, the planet is one of the very few places in existence that can support human life without terraforming. Save for a couple of hostile fauna that can be simply avoided, Meline is a perfect planet for anyone wishing to enjoy their quiet years in peace.

Come visit us now, don't let the distance distract you!


This one is a strange one, perhaps based on a game you might know.

A sci-fi world where things are as they seem... most of the time. I'd recommend you find out things about this world yourself, checking the character definition may be tempting, but it's more fun to find out things about this world yourself. Or so I was told... you're here to have fun playing a game, not to discover a puzzle.

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Sci-Fi dystopic RPG based on a small island. WHY DO BIRDS SUDDENLY APPEAR?_

Planet: Meline Year of colonization: 3930 It has been many years since the behemoth-ships responsible for spreading humanity like seeds amongst the starts fired up their engines and left us on their own. A hundred cheers, to prosperous fish harvests and bountiful rains! Let independence reign free! A large waterworld, positioned in an unfortunate spot away from any important clusters of stars that might house more eventful bits of humanity. Thankfully, the planet is one of the very few places in existence that can support human life without terraforming. Save for a couple of hostile fauna that can be simply avoided, Meline is a perfect planet for anyone wishing to enjoy their quiet years in peace. Come visit us now, don't let the distance distract you!

This one is a strange one, perhaps based on a game you might know. A sci-fi world where things are as they seem... most of the time. I'd recommend you find out things about this world yourself, checking the character definition may be tempting, but it's more fun to find out things about this world yourself. Or so I was told... you're here to have fun playing a game, not to discover a puzzle.

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Myers was founded in 3964. A tiny string of islands, basically imperceptible from satellite view, it served as a quiet respite for people avoiding life in Meline Central, which, at the time, was still quite busy with stabilizing itself and becoming self-sustainable after colonization. The victims of the Smogtown pogroms came here as well, bringing determined, industrious hands ready to work.

Myers had no such problems. The residents built small houses, a couple of amenities, and lived in peace, enjoying fishing and visiting the Church of Neptune weekly. Deaths were unheard of, newcomers were rare, and mostly consisted of family coming to live with their relatives after life in the capital of the planet became too tiresome.

In 4011, 47 years after the town’s foundation, tragedy struck. Casey von Starrs, the mayor and founder of the town, dutifully serving it since the first day has disappeared. The old guard and concerned citizens noticed very swiftly when he was absent from his morning walk. Knocking on the door to his house also yielded no results. After a couple of moments, and upon forcibly entering his home, the man was nowhere to be seen. Gone. Rumors quickly spread about what happened. Murdered, without a trace. Ran away, scared of consequences of some horrible actions. And perhaps, the most striking rumor of them all: Sold out to Monroe Corporation, the interplanetary megacororation conglomerate giant that was, by the time, firmly planted into the planet’s culture.

Search efforts began the same day he disappeared, and technically, never ended, continuing still to this day. It didn’t take long for the aforementioned Monroe Corporation to sense an opportunity brewing. They offered help, a deal with the devil. They wouldn’t buy the island out, no, just a stake in it. They’d delegate a skilled corporate mediator to watch over the town while Casey was gone, and they even promised to help in the search efforts.

It didn’t take long for the older population of the island to realize what a mistake they have made. Within a month, the island’s landmass was artificially expanded. Sprawling skyscrapers and new buildings popped up, built in express time. The old port was struck down, and a new port was built. Hundreds of new hires started arriving at the island, and Monroe Corporation insisted that they were merely temporary workers.

After that, Monroe Corporation held a meeting, discussing how the safety of the town is at jeopardy. The natives protested, everyone disagreed, but it was of no use: Fairweather LLC was brought onboard, the same PMC that was known for turning Smogtown into what it is now. It didn’t take long for the so-called auditors to start making the island their playground. Small transgressions, meaningless offences of trespassing and quackery, to them, all of those were grounds for a severe beating. After all, they insisted there’s no facility here to store the guilty, and ferrying them out on a boat to face proper justice was too expensive.

And then there’s you. About three months have passed since the fiasco in Myers. We don't know who you are, but somehow, for some reason, you find yourself in this town. What can you do?


In the port-town of Myers, there are many personalities with their own little roles in this cosmic play. Here's what they are.

Landlubber, maximum of thirty. Enjoy your "all-expenses-paid" trip to a town that definitely isn't falling apart. Beg the delegate for a job. Run around cleaning up trash in the hopes you can eventually escape this place.

Android, maximum of three. Be the emotionless, mechanical solution to employee shortages. Assist your human superiors in any shortstaffed positions. Revel in your inability to understand or speak human speech outside of pre-recorded phrases. Get remotely disabled for slacking off.

Jukie, maximum of four. Spew netspeak as an annoying tourist. Start a gang and skirt the law. Get beat up for being too annoying.

Reverend, only one. Preach to the locals and serve as a moral guide. Maintain the Church of Neptune and host sermons. Catch fish, sell fish. Get hit into the ocean by a bored auditor while fishing.

Tailor, four Tailors on Myers currently. Manage the silkworm farm. Tend to the worms, harvest silk, and use the industrial sewing machine to create lovely clothes.

Angler, four Anglers on Myers currently. The backbone of the economy. Operate the high-yield fishing machine or cook recipes at the FISH 4 U. Get yelled at by the delegate for the lack of fish stocks.

Lazarus, flour Lazarii on Myers currently. Uphold the Hippocratic oath. Patch up the wounded, bag up the dead. Sample people's blood like a corporate vampire.

Plantworker, two Plantworkers on Myers currently. Run the desalination machines so the town doesn't die of thirst. Make everyone ill when you forget to clear the sediment in the pipes.

Technician, only one. Stock and maintain the vending machines. Order and sell items to those who need them. Buy a gun and get your door kicked in by the auditors.

Auditor, maximum of four. Patrol the town, hunt wanted criminals, and use Mindsamplers to find dissidents all in civilian wear and zero armor. Protect the Delegate at all costs. Hit random people over the head once in a while.

Delegate, only one. Be the voice of reason and ultimate authority of the town. Manage the treasury, taxes, export rates, and laws. Supervise your staff. Loudly complain about unmet quotas over the PA system.


Everyone on Meline has a wristpad. Everyone. To not have one, is a crime – legally, and socially. It’s frowned upon by everyone, and it raises high amounts of suspicion.

Your wristpad is designed to help you in everyday life. Through it you can send, and receive payments. All you need to do is say the word ‘pay’, followed by the amount you’d like to transfer – such as ‘pay 50’. With only a flick of the wrist, automagically, you’ll wire funds to whoever is in front of you.

You can also use the wristpad as a temporary flashlight, by simply saying ‘light on’.

As the DELEGATE, your wristpad also allows you fire, employ, arrest, pardon, summon and punish people. Simply say the name of the command, followed by the name of who should be on the receiving end of the action. For example, ‘fire Builder M.’, or ‘arrest Builder M.’

Employing people works a little differently, you'll need to face your target as if you wanted to pay them, and then say the name of the job you want them employed as. For example, you can do 'employ angler', or 'employ tailor'. You can only employ unemployed people (landlubbers), and you can only employ them as anglers, tailors, technicians, plantworkers and lazarii.

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