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About Sunset Sea Islands

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    RP Mentor: Technology
  • Birthday 11/03/1999

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    Berlin, Germany
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    Worldbuilding, mapmaking, gaming, physics, geography, space


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    Sunset Sea Islands
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    Sunset City
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    First Speaker Gao He Ping

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  1. @Rihan Sweet, thanks! I've compiled a list of sports I think my people would be good at, naturally, I am more than ready to RP to earn boni, should such mechanics be introduced (the easiest way would be to introduce point multiplicators, for example, in direct correspondence to written words per competition, whilst keeping it within the limit of 100 points). CC to @Kipan and @Gallambria Also, regarding the football competition, I assume that it's for junior teams, right? I don't know much about this, but iirc Germany always lets its sub 19-year-old teams compete.
  2. Do I hear ̶̶h̶̶o̶̶m̶̶o̶̶s̶̶e̶̶x̶̶u̶̶a̶̶l̶̶ ̶̶n̶̶e̶̶o̶̶f̶̶e̶̶u̶̶d̶̶a̶̶l̶̶i̶̶s̶̶t̶̶i̶̶c̶̶ ̶̶a̶̶n̶̶a̶̶r̶̶c̶̶h̶̶o̶̶-̶̶c̶̶a̶̶p̶̶i̶̶t̶̶a̶̶l̶̶i̶̶s̶̶t̶̶ ̶̶m̶̶a̶̶r̶̶r̶̶i̶̶a̶̶g̶̶e̶̶s̶ potential company mergers?
  3. Ah right, the Kidney islands, iirc. Forgot about that, sorry, Fulgers.
  4. Welcome! The Astor family has certainly made a name for itself. Glad to welcome one of them in our community. Do you have any RP experience?
  5. @Rihan with all these competitions, is it still like the soccer championships that RP participation increases chances of success? Also, how do you know which teams compete in which competitions, and how are the winners selected?
  6. Personally, I think this place would make a great spot for @Galahinda, @Orioni. The climate would match and there could most certainly be some historical colonial shennanigans between @Limonaia, @Fleur de Lys and @Kipan there. Furthermore, that's a great spot to do business with the powerhouse Kipanese economy, *cough cough* me *cough cough*, and the entirety of the Aurelian continent. Naturally, this might limit Kipan's potential future expansions, so their input would be important to this decision. Alternatively, one of the islands north of @Synturia might be a suitable place for a postcolonial megacity as well.
  7. A gathering of the wealthy and famous? What a perfect place to send Elegy CEO Liên Viênxuân to! She probably is the wealthiest citizen of the Radiant Republic.
  8. Sunset Sea Islands


    "Elegy, open the blinds," Ken said. The whirring of the tiny motor tilting the lamellae was drowned by the sound of the aircon. The midday sun threw stripes of warm light across the messy room. It was the first week of summer vacation, Kens last one. His last year of high school would begin in a few weeks. Time enough for him to laze around and play computer games all day. Yawning, he rose from his mattress and peeked through the blinds. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the dazzling light of the meridian sun. A lonely cloud threw some shade onto his room on the 43rd floor of the residential megaplex. Through the labyrinth of similar high-rise buildings erected for the exploding population during the last decades of the previous century, Ken was able to spot a sliver of Sunset City's beach. The only people dumb enough to go outside during these temperatures were foreigners. Throughout his seventeen years of life, Ken could never understand why people would voluntarily spend their vacation boiling on the beaches of the Sunset Sea Islands. Ken preferred the humming of the fans cooling his computer and the howling of the wind outside his window. He picked up an opened can from last night's gaming session, swirled it around, drank the last mouthful of stale, room-temperature energy drink. The plastic bag next to his desk had reached maximum capacity a couple of days ago, but that didn't hinder Ken from jamming the can inside. After opening the windows to dissipate the smell of the instant noodles he had cooked last night, he picked the bag up and left his room. The kitchen-slash-living-room was the centre of the apartment. Across from Ken's room was the entrance to his parents' bedroom. The entrance area shaped the flat into a "T", excluding the bathroom adjacent to Ken's room. He hurled the bag towards the flat door. As it hit the floor, the collection of cans inside made a loud, rattling sound. The stock of instant noodles Ken had stashed below his desk had run dry, so he resorted to scavenging the kitchen drawers. Upon finding the last package in the apartment, he threw the contents into a larger mug and poured boiling water over it. The hourly TV news blabbered out of the tiny receiver his mom had placed in the kitchen, Ken, however, did not bat an eye. Lazily, he shoved the noodles into his mouth and swallowed them without chewing much. Chewing on the mushrooms was fun though. He had always been fascinated by how much the dried fungi from the included bag of herbs would expand once doused. Ken held his chopsticks in place with this thumb as he drank the remaining broth in the mug. Without putting much effort into it, he rinsed the mug in the sink and placed it on the drainer before returning to his room to get dressed. Although he despised the unbearable temperatures outside, Ken did not envy people living further away from the equator for their varying seasons. Constant temperatures year-round meant less effort for him. He always slept in underwear and if he wanted to go somewhere besides school, where uniforms were mandatory, he would just slip into a t-shirt, some cargo shorts and sandals, and he was good to go. Before leaving the apartment, Ken picked up the materials he needed for club activities. His shoulder bag provided enough space for some crumpled tech magazines, the laptop he had been tinkering with, his toolkit and a couple of cables. He emptied the garbage can in his room into another plastic bag and threw some more junk from across his room inside. "Might as well get rid of this," he thought since he had to dispose of the other bag full of cans either way. Even though school was off for the summer, Sunset City High School No. 32's Computer Engineering Club decided to continue meeting up. It's not like it was official, the group of clubmates just decided to meet up and continue their activities. They didn't have anything better to do in the first place. Nothing much would change either way. Instead of a supervising teacher, the only adult present sometimes was Tomohiro, the older brother of Tomoyuki, a clubmate, who allowed the club to use his flat. Also, the flat was closer to the apartments of Ken's clubmates than their high school. After locking the door to the apartment, his parents wouldn't be home for another few hours, Ken went for the elevator. His steps reverberated through the corridor as they hit the nobbed linoleum floor. On his way, he stopped by the rubbish chute and tossed the trash bag down. As it fell, the echoes of the bag's collisions with the chute walls faded into the darkness of the tract. Ken stared into the abyss for a few seconds before he resumed heading for the elevator. The other bag Ken carried into the elevator. At the convenience store on the ground floor, he would be able to trade the few Sols he'd get for the can deposit for new bags of instant noodles. The pubescent teen felt his stomach rising as the elevator descended. A seemingly infinite row of increasingly distorted mirror images of himself blankly stared at the inornate metal door of the cage. There was no reason to look anywhere else, as the information board on the wall adjacent to the automatic door hadn't been updated in years. Just the same old advertisements for driving schools, goldsmiths and nail salons, and a cartoon boy and girl telling the reader not to litter. Surprisingly, nobody had stopped the elevator mid-way today. Nevertheless, as soon as the arrows on the red LED panel stopped scrolling down and the doors to the ground floor opened, Ken was met with the sound of quiet conversations and children running around. The nobbed floor continued all the way to the convenience store. The shop welcomed him with a gust of cool air out of the air conditioner mounted directly above the automatic glass doors. He nodded towards the owner and headed straight for the deposit automats. As always, it sometimes took a few tries until the automat recognised the code printed on every can. Once the machine had swallowed every last can, Ken pressed the big green button and grabbed the freshly-printed coupon. Before entering the actual sales area of the store, he stuffed the compostable plastic bag into a trash can next to the automats. The store was mostly empty, only a few customers were around at this time of the day, most of them were kids heading somewhere, just like himself. Ken had repeated this procedure so many times that he didn't even have to think about going to the correct aisle and picking up his noodles, his brain could execute the routine subconsciously. Usually, he would have headed for the self-checkout terminals, however, since the total sum for the instant noodles was less than the deposit he had traded in, he went to the owner's counter. Neither of them was interested in small talk, they greeted each other and wished the other a good day upon the completion of their transaction. Ken bagged the noodles and left the store, the cool aircon breeze hitting his neck this time. Tomoyuki's flat was a couple of subway stations away. The maze of Sunset City's skyways and underground passages could be extremely confusing to outsiders, however, to kids like Ken, who grew up in the bridges spanning across major traffic roads and tunnels and metro lines sprawling beneath the city like a cardiovascular system, going from A to B was an easy task. Ket couldn't pinpoint the last time he stepped outside of the controlled climate of the Sunset City skyway system. As summers became hotter every year, the constant nineteen degrees Celsius of the bridges and tunnels became a refuge from the elements. When construction began in the 1960s nobody could have fathomed how wide-reaching the system would once be. Whilst storefront businesses were still prospering in the shadows of skyscrapers, the controlled environment of the completely encapsulated roads and paths attracted more and more shops and services. After the elevator ride and the quick stop at the convenience store, Ken's eyes had to adjust to the direct sunlight illuminating the passages again. Even though it was right in-between the rush hours, the passageways were packed with people of all sorts: businesspeople, salesmen, people enjoying their free time in cafés and commuters rushing to their destinations. As Ken walked across a footbridge above a six-lane highway, the colours of the artificial city and the natural world outside blended into a chaotic mess. The pastel reds and mint greens of the skyscraper facades overgrown with vines and connected by the aged white plastic plating of the bridges were interwoven by a network of metal and asphalt streets stretching from the coast way east, where they dug into the lush, tropical vegetation of the mountains. The sight was dazzling as the blinding light of the early afternoon sun overexposed the entire image. Ken felt relief as soon as the circulatory system of the multi-level metropolis swallowed him again. He had to take two sets of escalators to reach the nearest subway station. Ken held his smartphone to a ValID sensor and the gates to the station swung open. Not even a minute had passed until the arrival of a wall of air announced the next train. Although the retro aesthetic of the subway cars made them appear out of date, the noise they made was minimal. Thanks to the time of day and the high frequency of trains coming and going, Ken could sit down next to a window seat. Whilst the line he got on was mostly underground, the monorail tracks sometimes emerged out of the massive structures of the city as the terrain changed. Ken took a pair of bone-conduction headphones out of his bag and put them on. In the beginning, he had to get used to the unusual way of perceiving sound, however, over time, he came to prefer it over conventional methods, as he was more aware of his surroundings with his ears unobstructed. As the beeps and boops of his favourite electronic music playlist resonated in his head, Ken leaned his head against the window and observed the mega-metropolis passing by outside the subway car. Ken didn't know how many kilometres laid between his apartment and the usual meeting spot, nevertheless, the skyway system continued, even though he now was in an entirely different ward. Behind the gates of the stop he got off at, the tunnels and pathways looked a little bit different though. Less bright and open, more rugged and dimly lit. Whilst the lower incomes in this area certainly influenced the look of the infrastructure and the businesses found within, they were still tidy and well-maintained. The well-funded, publicly-owned cleansing service did a good job at keeping even the most far-flung corners of the system clean. Ken passed dozens of hotels, some taking hourly rates, bars and small electronics shops on his way to his friend's house. He often looked at the gear the salesmen were exhibiting in their storefronts, there was always the chance to find some interesting, random component that might be useful for one of the club member's projects. This time, however, his efforts did not yield any results. The apartment Tomoyuki shared with his brother was not located inside an apartment complex. In this part of town, the streets branched out like bronchi, lined with tiny, alveoli-like apartments. To Ken's surprise, the door to the apartment was already open. Even in this part of town, break-ins were virtually pointless, since any such crime was easy to track back through the Synapse System. Did one of the brothers forget to close the door? Ken peeked inside. He didn't notice anything uncommon at first, so he went inside and closed the door. The apartment consisted of a single, tall room with an entresol covering about one-fourth of the total area. Below the platform was the kitchen which covered the wall adjacent to the main door. A square of couches surrounded a table in the middle of the area in-between. Ken walked inwards and looked around. Then, he noticed the intruder. He pulled out his phone and sent a voice message into the club's chatroom: "Guys, there's a girl sleeping in Hiro's apartment. And she's all-white."
  9. The mods and RP mentors of the Eurth community would like to congratulate @Metztlitlalio and @Galahinda on graduating from the Academy! You've been upgraded to full members with access to the entire forums!
  10. Radio Free Eurth - Radio Free Sunset Sea Islands On Visiting the Sunset Sea Islands If there was one word to describe the recent history of the Sunset Sea Islands, it would have to be "change". With the staggering amount of upheaval the nation has gone through, sometimes it is hard to realise that what feels like decades has been two years at best. Every day, the Sunset Sea Islands slide down a dystopian rabbithole a little bit more. If we look back just two years, we see a thriving tourist paradise, world-famous for its beautiful beaches and welcoming nature. In stark contrast to every other aspect of life in the SSI, the tourism sector has probably changed the least. The government knows exactly how vital tourism is to the national economy, which is why new incentives to boost this branch of the industry are continuously conceived. New methodes of cost-prevention lower the price of holidays in the equatorial archipelago and the visitor numbers to the world's most popular tourist destination continue to climb. Even the lovechild of the regime, the Synapse System, has been scaled back significantly in tourist destinations and resort cities. Nevertheless, no matter how much the government tries to butter tourists up, you have to remember one crucial thing: holidays in the Sunset Sea Islands mean holidays in a surveillance state. Quietly and without much media attention, the Radiant "Republic" has expanded security checks on people entering the nation, might they be tourists or businesspeople. Whilst the process has been streamlined to make immigration as frictionless as possible, security checks now do not only concern your physical baggage, but your digital one as well. Like every other tourist destination, the Sunset Sea Islands want as many tourists as possible to leave as much money as possible in the nation, therefore, the tourism industry is not afraid to invest into state-of-the-art 21st century technology. Everything is designed to be as convenient as possible: by scanning a QR code or holding your smartphone against a NFC sensor you can pay virtually everywhere. In restaurants, convenience stores, supermarkets, souvenir shops, the list goes on and on. However, there is a catch to this: to do so, you need a tourist ValID account. To those of you who might have forgotten, ValID is a government identification system that has been introduced before the technocratic revolution. It links every passport to a digital profile which makes it easy to create accounts for online services, to pay for services and to register at various institutions. What seems like the ultimate convenience in the digital world of the 21st century is nothing more than another tool of mass surveillance. Naturally, most tourists gladly install the application on their phones. It is widely advertised and nothing is stopping you from deinstalling the programme once you leave the nation. However, as you might have guessed, providing tourist information, navigation and payment services are not the only thing the app does. Without granting the application access to all the authorities over your device it desires, the app doesn't work. And what does it do once it gets them? It starts scanning. It reads out your messages, your calendar entries, your phone logs and address books, all in search of what the government calls "counterprogressive material" or connections to people the regime might consider dangerous individuals. Whether or not these tourist ValID accounts are temporary or permanent could not be determined so far either. In a similarily cloak-and-dagger legislation, airport personnel have been authorised to read out the storage of your electronical devices when passing through security checks, all to prevent individuals from smuggling "counterprogressive materials" into the nation. If the guards find such material, for example information about cyber security or privacy, on your devices, you are faced with three choices: delete the files, leave your device at the airport until your return home, or fly right back home. Even though these worrying developments bring tears to the eyes of those who remember the old tourist paradise of the Sunset Sea Islands, we at RFSSI don't expect to see any change in consumer behaviour. The beautiful environment of the archipelago and the ever-expanding tourist industry with its deals and incentives will continue to pull visitors from all around the globe. Most tourists won't even notice how the national government spies on them, and we don't blame them. When was the last time any of us have read the terms and conditions of any app we've installed on our mobile phones? Will this pirate radio broadcast somewhere in the new world have any influence on the situation? We doubt it. Nevertheless, this is another in a long row of steps the Radiant Republic has taken towards a totalitarian surveillance state. So the next time you're going for a vacation in the Sunset Sea Islands, it might be worth investing in a NFC-blocking phone case.
  11. Home | Tech | Science | Business | Entertainment | Lifestyle Tech-savvy seniors generate income by selling online game accounts In the past, preinstalled chess and spider games were the only points of contact with the modern digital entertainment industry for many elderly citizens. The tables have turned as retirees begin grinding on online game accounts to sell them at a profit. By Rana Sumishī 21 July 2019 This 81-year-old citizen has rigged up thirty smartphones to his bike to level-up just as many accounts on a map-based game. Mr. Ōku, a retired biologist, announces his arrival with the ring of his bike's bell. He's hard to miss on the streets of Sunset City - few things are as eye-catching as the contraption he has mounted to his vehicle. An array of thirty smartphones in five rows covers almost his entire field of vision, leaving just barely enough space for him to see where he's driving. Pictures taken by surprised passers-by have gone viral and he has agreed to meet with The Implant in the centre of the city. I: Good evening, Mr. Ōku. Thank you for agreeing to meet with us. As I understand it, you have just recently celebrated your 81st birthday. We'd like to congratulate you on that. O: Thank you very much! I: During the past weeks, you have achieved substantial internet fame. Would you mind telling your fans how you're feeling? O: I'm feeling better than ever! It's an incredible experience suddenly having millions of people out there who are concerned about my health and well-being. But with all this exercise I'm getting I'm more energetic than I've ever been! I: That's great to hear. You've mentioned your new way of staying in shape. Can you tell us a little about that? O: Gladly! You see, this game became wildly popular a few years ago. I had never even heard about it before my grandchildren introduced me to it. At first, I was sceptical, but it didn't take long for me to see the benefits: by motivating people to go outside, explore their surroundings and interact with other players in real life, they get a lot of exercise and social interaction! Isn't that great? My grandchildren convinced me to sign up and I started to play from time to time. I never would have imagined earning money one day by doing so! I: During the last decade, we've seen several new ways of earning money online, for example, recording or streaming commentary of video games live. How do you generate income from this game? O: There are plenty of working folks who would like to play this game more but don't have time because of their jobs. I stumbled on an internet forum where people offered to play on other people's accounts on their old phones simultaneously. The original account owners would pay their substitutes a little. I decided to get into that and soon I realised that I could improve my pension significantly! I: Did you have 29 old phones lying around ready to be used for this purpose? O: No, no. [laughs] Maybe out of sympathy for my old age, I got more requests than other users of that forum. With the additional income, I successively expanded my setup. Once it became a hassle to carry all these phones in my pocket, I decided to whip up this bike mount. I even added some solar panels to increase battery life! I: Don't you think this wall of screens poses a risk for you when you're driving around? O: At first I was a little nervous, however, it turns out if people see an old man driving around with thirty bright phones mounted to his bike, people tend to notice you more than usual. I'm feeling safer than ever! I: Your unusual past-time activity has attracted lots of sympathy online. How does your family react? O: Oh, it's great! My children and grandchildren love the idea and I spend more time with them, as I often go out to play the game with them. It has become a true family hobby! Nevertheless, it took a while for my wife to get used to it though. Now that I drive around during regular working hours, I promised her to spend the evenings with her. We also go on walks completely phone-free to spend time together. I: Is there anything else you'd like to tell the readers of The Implant? O: I'd like to thank my new sponsor, Elegy, who've hooked me up with all these brand-new ElePhones. They're even paying me as a beta tester for new models. Also, I'd like to clarify some rumours that have been circulating online. Contrary to what some people have been speculating, I do not do this to fight against dementia, as, thankfully, I've been spared from that horrible disease so far. Nevertheless, I appreciate the concern. I: Thank you for the interview, Mr. Ōku. O: Thank you! Now I have to hurry, I need to get back to my wife!
  12. Four-day work cycle reducing CO2 emissions The implementation of the reformed work cycle has been a prestige project ever since the roots of the Technocratic revolution in the Tenma test phase. By dividing their workforce into seven groups, each working for four days a week but off-set by a day from each other, businesses and government institutions were able to achieve uninterrupted productivity whilst improving the working conditions of their employees. Whilst the overall work hours were reduced by one fifth as a result of this, the bonus of this continuous cycle unveils more and more advantages over the traditional five-day model. According to a recent study by a leading environmentalist think tank, this work cycle may be a major step in reducing carbon emissions and energy usage. By effectively prolonging the weekends of individual citizens, people can not only spend more quality time with their families, loved ones and hobbies, they also tend to pursue activities with smaller carbon footprints. This unanticipated advantage contributes to the national efforts of achieving the goals of the Laren Agreement. Whilst the Department of Public Security's Environment subdivision enforces new waste regulations, convenience stores and supermarkets continue to minimise food and plastic waste, for example, by eliminating unnecessary packaging for fruits and vegetables. The think tank predicts that gross energy savings resulting from the effective four-day work cycle might even reach as much as 20%. The Radiant Republic of the Sunset Sea Islands has pledged to be carbon negative (absorbing more CO2 than it emits) by 2030.
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