Free Section Mayhem
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Meanwhile in Soviet Russia
As many of you know, Guru Gloin, one of the longest-running Mods and early members of RPG, has officially stepped down as Moderator. This has left quite a void to fill within our moderation team. That being said, in our quest to make Guru Gloin's replacement someone of high esteem and similar namesake - we would like to welcome Guru to our team!
Congratulations, Guru, for being RPG's first ever Comrade-Mod!
-Message from Contra
Title: The Bandits of Skyrim
The Bandits of Skyrim RP was created so that it could show a different side to the already amazing story of the latest installment of The Elder Scrolls games. Since the start of its creation, it has grown into a compelling and enjoyable tale about a misfit group who decide, each for their own reasons, to join up with a local crew of bandits. The bandit leader, an Imperial by the name of Martin Caesar, gave assignments to the misfit group which could best be described as “morally questionable.” During one mission where they had to retrieve a package for their leader, they returned to their cave hideout discovering that it had been attacked by another, more ambitious bandit group known as the Blood-Tusk Bandits. The band of misfits also discovered their leader impaled through the abdomen with his sword. With his last breath he made one of the remaining bandits the new leader to complete any unfinished business and to exact vengeance for the slaughtering of their bandit brethren. The remaining bandits have already finished recruiting and hopefully with all of their combined efforts they can wipe out the bandits responsible for the blood bath that had taken place. Then, with any luck, this misfit group of bandits can climb their way to the top once more.
There is not a time when the members of the RP aren’t posting; there are always a large number of posts every day. Everyone in the RP is very helpful and they do their best to push the RP in the right direction.
Title: Hogwarts: A New Prophecy
Hogwarts: A New Prophecy is a Harry Potter role play set ten years after Harry defeats Voldemort. All of the wizarding world believes that the rein of dark wizards is finally at its end, but when odd things start happening up at the school, the students start believing that the dark wizards haven't gone for good. A new cast of students at Hogwarts find themselves in the midst of dark times, and it's difficult to tell who you can trust and who you can't. When a student's family gets attacked over the summer, she finds herself trying to keep the truth from her fellow classmates. Most students spend their time with enjoyable activities, such as quidditch tryouts and practicing defensive spells. It isn't long before darkness makes itself known in the form of a dementor attack. With team effort and the arrival of the teachers, the students manage to drive the dangerous creatures back and don't seem satisfied with the teacher's explination of this being a fluke accident. Teen angst, mystery, love, and deceit guarentee that there's something in this rp for everyone. The story is filled with interesting twists and turns to keep the players guessing and we have a wonderful group of players who dedicate themselves to making the rp work. A very detailed story line has been mapped out for future use, but I encourage new ideas from the players.
Title: Allaria - Side Quest
From the corruptible minds of scheming liaisons, the Council has become obsolete and the God’s have given up on those who once prayed to them nightly. Misconstrued words from the Council have fallen onto the ears of those who faithfully follow their Councilmen’s orders without question, leading to the hectic disposition of the world now. And this, this world that has fallen from grace, is the world you’ve been giving to shape and mold in the name of good. But, of course, you have no real reason to change the world; nothing was taken from you, not in the least. Or was it, where has your freedom went, when the place you called home has began to take in slaves? Began praying, not to the God’s above, but to the God’s who claim themselves a more accessible Council? At first, things were alright, a false trust built in people who had halted the messages from being truly passed along. And now, with their grasp steady around the necks of those who foolishly danced to their tune, once colorful words became as black as night and freedoms were stripped wherever they went.
You are the final frontier, be it trapped in one of these slowly rotting towns, or in a place where the dark grasp has not reached and belief in the True Council and God’s have remained true. This adventure takes you on a journey across a land, fighting to return peace to the land and power back to the rightful owners, or even show people that while the Council is a historic front, it is the people that truly make their own decisions. In this, you shall also find yourself, be it your salvation, or what you’ve always wondered about the world and how you fit.
Go forth and save the world.
Reaching the main plot, overreaching as it is, will take several plots and quests to get anywhere; like all questing Rps. This is to account for the large amount of land and the NPCs who all have different information and needs. It also helps to develop the plot and effect how people(The NPCs and fellow PCs) view you.
Featured Interest Checks
Title: WipEout: Ignition
This RP is underway but still looking for Players!
The year is 2206 AD and a popular breed of high speed motor sport has re-appeared for millions worldwide to watch from the safety of their homes.
Taking place all around the world, Thrill seekers and Veteran pilots alike take part in the AG-350 Teir 1 Anti-gravity racing league, a violent and adrenaline pumping High-speed combat tournament which takes place all around the globe from the coast of Sicily to the United states on specially designed High speed and high tech Anti-gravity tracks, Pilots take part for the chance to win fame, glory and riches at the risk of death.
This year’s racing tournament is sponsored by Ignition energy drink, Feel the speed!
This year we are proud to announce that 12 professional racing teams will be taking part in the tournament, each team fitted with their own high speed anti-gravity ships, each ship is fitted with its own distinct characteristics of acceleration, top speed, mass, and turning radius. Same as every year pilots are given the option to manoeuvre their craft over power-up pads found on the tracks, the pilot will have the chance to activate systems on their ships which may protect the pilots craft or disrupt the competitors' craft.
Title: Far Colony - Sci-Fi, Planetary Colonization Drama
OOC is up and we are taking new character submissions:
- Science Fiction Setting; a just-colonized planet
- Inspired by Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlein, Frank Herbert, Philip Dick and Peter Hamilton; all sci-fi authors.
- The colony is just getting set up; soil detox, water purification and building homes, as well as prefab buildings.
- Rip van Winkle themes; the colonists have been in suspension way longer than anticipated due to unforeseen difficulties. Some of them died in the tanks due to mechanical failure.
- Characters should have useful skills and trades that would come in handy in a working, self sufficient colony. They are trained to be frontierspeople, to set up the colony for later. There are relatively few military types, though they have a militia-type familiarization with personal weaponry; these are engineers, farmers, electricians, technicians of various sorts.
- Technology level is roughly equivalent to what was shown in the Aliens movies, though there is AI, AI-assisted auto-fabrication and other advanced technologies.
- Advanced level RP
- G-Docs and IRC(chat) will be used to help collaboration.
- Role Requests; I have certain roles that I want to fill out, but I also want some flexibility so that more than one character can fill another's role.
- Character roles are not first-come, first-served; characters will be accepted on the basis of how they fit the plot (though I will bring up concerns in PM, and you may submit first in PM for feedback in private before posting.)
In Character Info:Voyager Industries offers a new life to the bold and the intelligent, the cream of society; others have to pay companies to take them to a new life on an established planet or buy criminals or hire the desperate as slave labor to hack out the wilds and turn them habitable for follow-on colonists, but Voyager instead looks for people with the right skills, talents, fitness and psych profiles to staff their colonies; it's a long term investment. The colonists come to the new planet, carve civilization out and earn their keep as workers, using their industriousness and natural talent to set up the planet for those who come afterward. They are not paid wages, but are given a stake in the planet's profits, a hefty incentive that brings the best and the brightest marching for Voyager's offices.Out of Character Info:
The trip is decades long in stasis tanks in ships called 'colonial arks' but at the end of the voyage is a new world. They arrive seemingly on schedule but with several systems failures in their colonial ark, things that the maintenance log does not explain. The maintenance staff on ship at the time died, and no one was 'thawed' out to take up their shift for some reason. The colonists emerge on their new planet, expected to build the fundamentals of living with their equipment; set up sustainable food, power sources, habitation and terraforming.
They think everything is going according to plan when they land. They're in for a surprise.The characters are colonists on this new planet, very bright, accomplished people (probably young and just finished their educations for the most part, people that have the physical strength and mental adaptability to hack it in the wilds) and then trained by Voyager in basic survival skills, including how to operate weaponry (just in case.) It is almost like military training, but it's more oriented toward how to build and repair things, how to dig ditches and encampments, and the fundamentals of sanitation and so forth. The People in the Voyager project come in with skills and educations in various areas, but they also are cross-training to learn how to do the jobs of others; the idea is to set up a colony that can sustain itself while expanding for follow on colonists.Character Roles:
Of course, there is a twist. The colonists are a few hundred years out of date when they finally do land; the trip was supposed to take decades, but there was a miscalculation; what the colonists know when they land is that they gotta get to work and wait for the follow-ups, the contact from Voyager Inc, and the infusion of people paying to live on their planet.
They don't realize that anything is chronologically amiss at first, because everything seems to be on schedule, and the building of the colony is consuming them; it's a hard, spartan life akin to that of colonists on Earth. They are making something out of a wild and untamed land, living rough and making do without a lot of the creature comforts of modernity; but they signed on for a different life, out of a sense of idealism.
As it turns out, that idealism is out of date and they are an anachronism.This is a list of the roles in the RP that I definitely know I will need, but one does not need to be exclusively these things and good ideas will always be considered; this is a wishlist of the stuff I've thought of.
- Engineers and physicists - Required for the plot. Weapons, materials, electric, nuclear, aerospace, computers, and so forth. There will be an AI, it could use a human tender.
- Biologists and Doctors - Life sciences types will be indispensable, largely because it's an entire alien planet that they are trying to carve a human habitation biosphere out of. This includes people running the agricultural end of the project, finding ways to grow stuff in hydro-and-aeroponic environments or working out how to convert the native soil to grow (genetically modified) Terran crops.
- Leadership - a person or a cabal of ambitious people who often occupy leadership positions somewhere in the structure of the colony; these can be politically aware science types or straight up administrative types. It'd be nice if some of these people were schemers and primarily self-interested, because that is part of the plot.
- Security - Corporate Security are very much corporate guys loyal to the company rather than the brilliant scientific minds and success stories hired on by the company for the project; they are here to make sure things are kept quiet, and that security risks are dealt with. No one is sure, of course, what that entails on a hostile planet.
- Espionage - Rival companies are nervous about Voyager and its project; this is a different sort of colonial project from the typical mining and extraction colony, this is an attempt to revolutionize colonizing. Voyager has secured rights to several proprietary technologies, and it is expected that Voyager will develop a bunch more.
- Other ideas - the above are the things that I know I will need for this plot, that doesn't mean you aren't welcome to just throw an idea at me.
OOC is up and we are taking new character submissions:
The Ultimate Interest Check Compendium
Deamonandae19 has started a Compendium of Interest Checks. There is one for each section including Arena and 1X1 Roleplays. GMs are welcome to message him about your roleplay if you are looking for more players for your Roleplays. If you would like to help Deamonandae19 out, he is looking for 5 volunteers.
Title: Assassin Leagues
Type: Arena Tournament
Currently Accepting Entrants
This will play out like a tournament if I get enough participation. There are assassin leagues all over the world, so you must enlist in one of these leagues and then try to assassinate players from all the other leagues until people from your league are the last ones standing. Some of the arena battles can have 2 on 2 fights, or even free for all battles between multiple leagues at once. I will assign each league a number as well as the participants, so who each person fights will be randomized by the roll of the dice. The league chosen first in each matchup is the home team, so the battle will take place in your league's country and the other league's objective is to track you down and kill you. People can create more then one character as long as each league has the same amount of participants.
These assassins all have enhanced physical abilities such as all 5 senses enhanced, extra speed, strength, and stamina. On top of this, each assassin has a special ability, such as turning invisible, breathing poison, or something else that would help in their assassination attempts. You can create a really powerful ability, but if you do then you'd be more like a boss character and a lot of people can gang up on you. Try to not be overly powerful (I'll only except a couple characters that are more powerful then the rest). This takes place in a modern setting, so guns will be used.
Title: The Depths of an Assassin
? vs. ?: Rilla vs. Tasuke
Type: 1x1 Fight
Nightfall was coming swiftly and for Daimyo Shigura this was almost a death sentence. Whenever the sun dipped beneath the horizon, more and more of his men were hacked to pieces by the clever touches of poison and hidden blade. He had started taking refuge in his own room, protected by the most elite of his samurai guards, but he could hear them on the other side of the thin doors -- fearful. He took to the night, drawing up more battle plans, perfecting, discarding, letting the days pass until his mind had been reduced to nothing but the simplest of emotions - despair. The number of men defending him dwindled, stretched thin due to the number of deaths that were steadily occurring. “Daimyo! You must do something! Sitirin is massacring us all!” It was one such comment that allowed him to see how close the legend was getting to home. The deliverer, having said that he was told to deliver this message a full day ago, died before him, falling victim to the poison she had applied to him during their own, public, exchange. Or at least, that what Shigura thought happened, perhaps it could have simply been fated for him to die before the Daimyo who had lost everything -- that, in itself, was a foreboding feeling.
Check out the Epic battle between Kimicho and Sitirin
Title: Gun Fight
Type: Arena Interest Check
Shockley is looking for a good ole' fashioned house fight, Mr. and Mrs. Smith style with guns and all.
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Last month’s AOTM’s Advanced Winner, Chibisuke ChanLast month’s AOTM’s Casual Winner, Love That PandaFor such a long time, for ages stretching across more centuries than he cared to count, this cruel fate had been inflicted upon him and his fellow rebels who would not simply blindly obey, but exercised that legendary 'free will' they had supposedly received upon coming into existence. For years beyond reckoning, he had been paying the price for his sin - whether that be considered his pride, or his defiance. Who was He to steal away freedom, anyway? If He wanted His subjects to be mindlessly subservient minions, would He not have created them thusly? This punishment was not 'good', not 'just' and most certainly not 'merciful', but rather something more sadistic than any of his compatriots, in their supposed wickedness, could have imagined.
Closing his eyes, the creature that had been given the name of Lucifer could escape the sight of his fate alone, but never could he slip away entirely. For eons, the eyes of him and his fellow fallen angels had been unseen, but all-seeing, in their incarceration upon Earth. Trapped, they had watched humanity - His chosen - rise and dominate the world that should have been theirs. The fallen angels had watched humans struggle to find their place in the world, had witnessed their crises and triumphs, times of peace and times of strife.
Truly, could one imagine any fate to be worse than this? That they, the angels, beings born from fire, were subjugated like this and forced to watch the humans, beings born of dirt, experience the life that should have been the angels'. For Lucifer, whose sin had been to refuse to bow to the humans and for which he had been cast out, there was no greater torment than to witness those he thought inferior to himself partake in the pleasures he wanted for himself. He had never hated humans, and had never wanted any evil upon them - but neither did he love them, consider them his brethren, his equals or his superiors. Not until after his fall. Having all freedom and joy stolen away from oneself whilst being bound to Earth and forced to behold others enjoy theirs inevitably had him harbor endless bitterness.
And now, this: an isolated island nation, greater than any other on Earth, the grandest achievement of humanity and a place of beauty to rival that of His realm. For many decades, Lucifer's eyes had been on this place, which bore the name of Atlantis. With architecture inspired by that of the Greek, with exquisite materials fetched from the ocean, this city-state was a sight to behold. Each structure erected there seemed more marvelous than the last, their boastful extravagance announcing a prosperity unmatched anywhere else. The streets were free of litter, swept clean of filth both inanimate and otherwise. There was no vagrancy and no poverty in Atlantis, nor was there any crime and no disease. And, most importantly, there were no outsiders allowed.
'Paradise', the humans who dwelt there called it, much to the chagrin of the fallen who had known His realm and understood the true meaning of the term. Everyone lived in luxury in Atlantis, apart from the rest of the world. The prime example of human ambition - a place without suffering.
But even so, the flame of loathing lit in the heart of he whose name meant Bearer of Light had made the angel's gaze linger, and he had seen why Atlantis was so. His disembodied spirit had examined all of the land, and had seen all. Everyone there was a productive and happy member of the community only because those not fitting in with this community was weeded out. Lucifer had chuckled with hateful glee as he had found an unfortunate human in the streets of Atlantis, a lone vagrant, only to witness this poor soul be subtly seized by humans with authority, be dealt with and be bestowed upon the sea for the measureless waters to wash away the undesirable. As he had kept watching, he had seen the same done with criminals ranging from petty thieves and swindlers to violent murderers. The disabled and dishonest, the unfortunate and the discontent - all had been expunged so that Atlantis might appear stainless. Knives in the dark and the untruths of rulers were what ensured the perfection.
And Lucifer, in his sullenness, found that Atlantis was much like His realm after all, as with each broken human form he saw dropped from the cliffs of the island into the cold waves, he was reminded of himself - cast out of his home to a terrible fate.
For a long time he had followed Atlantis, each year feeling his resentment intensify, each year seeing more of himself in the victims of this city and more of Him and His cruelty in the government that dispensed such erasure. Countless times Lucifer had seen the human capacity of good and evil alike, but it seemed that these concepts were alien to the Atlantians.
Lucifer decided to remind them what the words meant.
Though ethereal and incapable of interacting with Earth directly, Lucifer found that he could still speak to the souls of the humans, and though he could not compel them to do his bidding, he found that they were easily seduced if he spoke to their core desires. Recalling that his own sin had been that of pride, the fallen angel descended upon Atlantis and let his vengeful words seep into the consciousness of the citizens, awakening their own latent arrogance and ambition. He floated amongst them like a specter, unseen and unheard, as his presence drove the humans to commit the very sin he himself had once been sentenced for.
And he laughed as his efforts bore fruit, as fights, both verbal and physical, broke out amongst the citizens whenever someone felt that their pride had been wounded, and leaders of the people turned against each other in the relentless pursuit of portraying themselves as greater than their peers. Friendships crumbled before the slithering pride, families broke apart, and the crime-rate of Atlantis briefly spiked before the strict masters of the city disposed of those causing the disquiet and restoring peace - but even so, Lucifer noted with satisfaction how the government remained untouched, and secret strife continued to flourish there. Though still unmarred on the surface, the observer could see the currents of discontent beneath the mask of the city, and knew that this must be a step towards peeling off the illusion of flawlessness.
But sadly, the Bringer of Light also realized that his work would not be enough, that despite his efforts, Atlantis continued to thrive. However, as Lucifer continued his gloomy watch over those that were removed from Atlantis, a revelation came upon him, and instead of seeing just himself in each human fed to the waters, he began to also see the other fallen angels.
Leaving Atlantis for a time, Lucifer went in search of his brethren, and in the north, he found one of his cast out brethren, though perhaps not one with a sin and conscience as light as his own. This creature was one who bore the name Asmodeus. This other fallen angel did not share Lucifer's bitterness towards humanity and their creator, but had for a long time already entertained himself with exercising his influence upon the humans, manipulating them and moving them like pawns upon a chessboard. He found pleasure in doing so, and fed his own twisted urges by driving humans to do dark deeds to satiate their own desires.
When Lucifer told Asmodeus of Atlantis, he did not fill with hatred or anger, but rather excitement. Could he ever have asked for a more perfect playground for him to turn the humans upon one another? Would he ever find people that would be so satisfying to lure into the pitfalls of sin?
Like the shadow of a predator bird, Asmodeus swept across Atlantis, spreading his wicked will to all in his path, unleashing the pent up lust within them. Those days were horrid ones in the peaceful city, as more than ever indulged themselves in chasing whatever they had coveted but never been able to acquire. Asmodeus was a master at loosening inhibitions, and under his reign, the Atlantians cheated, raped, stole and murdered. Even the rulers and those that served as their tools for erasing such impurity from Atlantis found themselves gripped by the influence of the fallen angel, and for the first time the city knew corruption, as those that should have been erased now found that bribes could save their lives, and those that were innocent could be eliminated to open the way for the authorities' desires.
From his perch above the city, Lucifer witnessed this and smiled contently as the undercurrents he had seen before now rose to the surface. Atlantis was now irrevocably tainted, and it was as though this manifested in the very appearance of the city. For the first time since its foundation, vagrants roamed the streets at night along with other characters out on dark errands, inflicting their unlocked potential for evil upon the world. Even so, Atlantis had only degraded to the point where it was like many other places where humans reigned - its facade of perfection was splintering, but this was not enough. Lucifer still saw humans tossed from the cliffs, he still saw how pretentious the fortunate were, and he felt the urge to punish them all stronger than ever.
Venturing out into the world again, Lucifer found another traveling fallen angel to the east, who harbored an even stronger ire within him towards humanity than Lucifer did. This angel was Amon, one of the most powerful of the fallen. Though handsome and kind, Amon had been cast out of His realm when he had tried to convince Him that Lucifer's very own punishment had been too harsh. Being accused by Him of the sin of anger and Amon had grown furious with the fate of the fallen angels, Amon himself had fallen, and his wrath had had plenty of time to seethe and grow since.
When Amon heard of Atlantis, he was enraged that such a place had existed, that people so easily turned their back on their neighbors for the sake of a happy few. The Atlantians disgusted him so that Amon grew determined to destroy it entirely, and like a brooding storm he rushed across Atlantis, letting his own fury infect any in his way. Wherever Amon caught even the faintest scent of conflict, he hunted it down like a bloodhound and rather than extinguish it, he fed the embers until they were blazing infernos of rage - and in the wake of Lucifer and Asmodeus' meddling, there were conflict aplenty. Everywhere in Atlantis violence resulted from even the most ridiculous argument, and soon the city-state was torn apart by civil war.
The Atlantian leaders, once so secure and pleased with the idyllic realm, tried desperately to restore peace and save their crumbling land, only to have the population turn their frustrations against them. Soon almost the entire governmental body of Atlantis had had their heads mounted on poles, and the authorities that had earned their place in the city by erasing the undesirable found themselves to be considered such. They joined the countless unfortunate souls in the ocean, until one day, Lucifer realized that there were no longer anyone being tossed from the cliffs.
Grinning in vengeful delight, Lucifer relished in the state of the once-great Atlantis. Where the streets had once been clean of litter and vagrancy, mobs of people now wandered homeless, their dwellings burned down in fits of fury and their wealth spent in efforts to gain an upper hand over their contenders for enforcement of their own desires. The sea was free of bodies except the long-dead ones at its bottom, and instead every street and alley was stained with blood spilled and never washed away, while corpses began to litter the dark corners of the city. Pride, lust and wrath all reinforced each other, unlocking the true potential of evil, which had been proven to exist in human and angel alike, beings of dirt and beings of fire. And indeed, Lucifer looked upon the burning Atlantis and knew that he, too, had released his own potential. Once an archangel, now a destroyer of human life and civilization.
But it was still not enough - Lucifer wanted more. Atlantis had scarred him so that he wanted it completely annihilated, so that no other place like it might ever sprout upon the Earth on which he was forced to be the idle observer for all eternity. So once more Lucifer set out to seek his brethren, and this time he found a fallen angel not far from Atlantis itself, residing deep at the bottom of the ocean - an angel that had allowed itself to truly corrupt, becoming a hideous monster in the place of the creature it had once been. This beast was Leviathan, and though it was still incorporeal, Lucifer felt that it was as different from him as sharks were from humans.
Having once desired only to gain everything his peers possessed, Leviathan had been banished for the sin of envy, and as it was told of Atlantis, this was the exact emotion that awakened in the monster's heart. For centuries it had avoided humans, those that could live in the world that was denied itself, and tried to ignore them, but Lucifer's tale was one that Leviathan could not ignore. Its invisible form rising from the ocean, the fourth fallen angel enveloped Atlantis like a veil of smoke, permeating every breath of the humans there and invoking their jealousy towards one another.
Needless to say, this was the final blow to Atlantis. Possessed by pride, lust, wrath and envy, the Atlantians tore their own land apart until no city remained. In the end, all that remained were a few surviving stragglers to stagger from the smoldering ruins of their city and venture into boats to escape this purgatory of their own making and seek shelter with other lands. But not even these could escape the hatred of Leviathan, and those that did not kill each other during the trip to the mainland were devoured by the creatures of the sea, stirred by the fallen angel as they were, easily manipulated to detest these humans who could walk the dry land that they were denied.
Finally, none were left, and Lucifer felt himself at peace knowing that Atlantis would soon crumble into the ocean and its name fade into myth, as the memory of humans was fickle indeed. Though still trapped in his sad state of inactivity and unlife, Lucifer finally felt content knowing that there was no place left on Earth that would mimic the wicked and tyrannical rule of His realm.
Of course, he inevitably came to look upon humanity again and came to resent it anew, and began whispering to the pride in mortals where he pleased - still not happy, but now at least content, knowing that even the most ardent and despicable thing that could be spewed from humanity could be destroyed... and that if a new Atlantis ever arose, there were plenty of other fallen angels cast into the sea of this world. Plenty indeed.Outside, Peter watched as the ship's fluids were meticulously vacated and replaced by the station's lonesome rigger. Laura and Griff floated along to either side of him, explaining which plugs did what, and insisting that even though the spent mag-radiator fluid came out yellow, that wasn't where the bathroom water went. At some point the two of them started arguing about something way over Peter's head, and he started scanning the other ships in port. Most were abandoned and half-picked for scrap, but there was one anchored way out past the station -- a big one -- that seemed more or less undisturbed. Since Griff and Laura were busy, Peter drifted down to the Rigger and tapped him on the shoulder. “What's that ship’s name?”
“Which one?” Peter pointed, and the rigger labored to turn his thick suit about and follow. To his experienced eyes, there was nothing in the direction of Peter’s gesture. “What are you….” It dawned on the spaceman that the green traveler might be truly and incredibly stupid. “You don’t mean Eden?”
“Do I?” Peter scratched his head – or rather, his helmet, which drew the ire of everybody around him. Peter raised his hands, as if to ask, “What did I say?”
“The Eden was exactly what you’d expect it to be,” Laura began. Peter’s expression made it clear that he had no idea what he should expect it to be. “It was a garden. A perfect garden, self sustaining – they really don’t have this story on your planet?”
“Okay. Well, Eden is basically supposed to be paradise. The ship gets its name from an old folktale about the first humans. Anyway it was designed to be a sort of miniature planet. If it had worked out, we probably would have built a thousand more just like it, and moved our entire society into the artificial environments.”
“But it didn’t work out,” Peter concluded. She nodded. “What happened – was it the Vallions?”
“Yes,” Captain Lumford interrupted. Nobody knew precisely when he had come through the airlock, or how long he had been listening – they had all been watching the ship. But now that he had been noticed, Laura and Griff and the rest of the crew seemed to instinctively shrink away. Only Peter and the nameless rigger were undaunted – the latter going about his work, and the former staring inquisitively through his glass helmet at the Eden, his back to the rest of the crew.
“I thought they only attacked natural planets. What would they want with an artificial one?” Peter asked. Everyone was silent, until the Captain sighed audibly into his microphone.
“They didn’t invade, kid. They were already there.” He held up a hand, pausing to collect his thoughts. “The Eden was built in 1083, but its first mission didn’t happen until 1090. Up until then, it was a PR stunt – they’d fly it around to different systems to rally the humans around our common accomplishments. Eden even stopped a civil war on Centuri 9, just by showing up in orbit. No shit. Four years of violence just dissolved at the sheer marvel of it. You could take shuttles to the ship, even buy tickets to come aboard and see the gardens, eat the fruit, you know. Tourist stuff.”
This marked the longest Peter had ever heard the Captain speak without throwing something at a crewmember. His attention was rapt.
“Then finally it was time for the big leagues. The Eden received its first real crew – or rather, its first population. So much of the ship was automated, you only needed a few people to actually FLY the thing, even if it all went horribly wrong you’d need maybe ten, twenty people and the right equipment, and you could manage the whole ship. Everybody else was an ordinary – well, an EXTRAORDINARY person who just happened to be in the right place. The mission was exploration, research, data-gathering… but the purpose of it all was to find and communicate with alien life. All the technical garbage, all the flight discipline, that was all secondary to the interaction of our two societies – so it wouldn’t have made sense to send an Army ship. We didn’t want any potential life forms thinking we were a militaristic society – the first interaction had to be peaceful, had to show them exactly who we are and what we’re like.”
“So they sent normal people,” Peter nodded, understanding. “Like me.” He felt an instant connection with these travelers – thrust, just as he was, into a world of spacemen and stars and technology so incredible he couldn’t imagine ever understanding it. What it must have been like for them! At least Peter had people like Laura to help him adjust, to learn how to work the ship; and Griff, to tell him what sort of foods would give him the shits when they turned the gravity off. And as he put two and two together, he realized – tragically – that these innocent people, just like him, must have been the first to witness the horror of the Vallions. He was almost afraid to ask. “What happened to them?”
“Everyone has their theory,” Lumford remarked casually. “What we know for sure is that the Eden lost its course at some point in its journey. It was missing for years – and when it finally came back, it was carrying the Vallions. They docked right here – this very station – and they seized every single ship in port. Killed thousands. Then they vanished. The next time anybody saw the Vallions….”
“Cautar Four,” Peter realized, biting his lip. His home planet – the first battleground.
“You were, what, five? Six?” Peter held up fingers. “Eight years old when the planet fell. You couldn’t even comprehend the significance of that day…. On a single planet, over eleven trillion people killed. Less than 500,000 survivors – most of them children, like yourself. And in the same year, two more planets were lost to the Vallions.”
“And this is where it all started,” Peter’s face was a ghostly white, made to seem all the paler by the fluorescent bulbs in his helmet. For a while he just stared at the Eden, floating in the distance like a gravestone in space. “Where did they come from?”
“Nobody knows for sure,” Laura interrupted. The captain shot her a look and she fell silent.
“If you ask me,” he began – his voice thick with menacing, conspiratorial certainty – “they didn’t come from anywhere. We made them.” Peter’s brow wrinkled with confusion. “Those people we put on the Eden – ordinary people like you – they became the Vallions. They must have floated, lost, in that ship for years – never knowing they were going to make it back. How could they? The odds against it…. Space is big, kid. Twenty active crew, a million civilians, all lost in the void with no hope of return… can you imagine what that must have done to them?”
“Captain,” Laura tried to interject – Peter was looking faint – but the Captain continued without losing a beat.
“Imagine, if paradise became your prison? They must have lost hope – must have been driven mad by the prospect of it. The human mind…. It can overcome many problems, but not hopelessness. How long would you last – how long would any of us last – before you became a monster too?”
“Captain, please,” Laura begged. She was completely overcome with concern for Peter, who seemed almost catatonically lost in thought. Only now did Lumford break his narrative, to observe the newcomer and gauge his reaction.
Remarkably, though his body seemed to float lifeless in the vacuum, his voice was deliberate and calm. “The folk-tale…. How does it end?”
Lumford shot a glance at Laura, and she hung her head as she answered. “The humans are exiled from the Garden of Eden, and forbidden to return.” He motioned for her to continue, and she did so tediously. “Soon after that…. They began to kill one another, starting with a man named Cain. Before long, almost all of humanity is destroyed in a terrible flood.”
“Did they ever return to the garden?” Peter asked.
“Never.” This time, the Captain answered directly – with a strange level of concern in his voice.
Peter spun around to face the others. His eyes were almost shockingly bright, his features animated – not at all what the others expected to see. For the first time since he came aboard, he seemed not to be the least bit afraid. “We should go onboard,” he declared. It was subtle, but Laura thought she heard a change in his voice – not that it was deeper, but that it carried more weight and purpose than it ever had. She was shocked at his sudden stroke of courage, and aghast at his stupidly fearless suggestion. Her eyes turned to Griff, who was likewise stupefied, and then to Lumford.
The captain simply grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”Last month’s WOTM Casual Winner, BelaThe Flaws of Perfection
Humanity has always had an affinity for evolution. Despite our complete and utter lack of understanding, or even acceptance of, change, we are the epitome of evolution. Throughout time humans have pushed evolution to the limit, and sometimes beyond the barrier. Because of this the world throws at us many obstacles, that hinder and sometimes destroy us. Things like disease, natural disasters, and famine are just a few examples of the great unknown that fights back at us. Yet somehow we barely escapes with our lives, other times we come out stronger and better than before. Sometimes it’s not natural causes that put a damper in our evolution. Sometimes it’s our own fault. If humanity had a fatal flaw it would be fear. Fear of the unknown, and fear of the known. We fear a lot of things, whether they be rational or irrational.
Fear can cause whole societies to crumble to dust. It is fear that will our ultimate demise, but fear is not our only flaw. We are not anything, if not a flawed race. While we are greatest example of evolution to walk this earth, we are still not perfect. And that very fact scares the hell out of humanity. Vanity and Greed. Two of the deadly sins that sum of humanity ever so remarkably. We want what we can’t have, and the one thing that has always alluded us is perfection, but that has never stopped us from trying. That’s the thing about humanity, no matter what we never give up. Even when it could mean our own destruction.
This is the story of humanity’s demise, but to tell you how we fell, I must first tell you of how far we rose.
I was born into the late 22nd century, a very different world than your own. You see All the problems of the old world had long fallen away. Things like famine and mindless genocide were just myths to my generation. We grew up being told of how destructive and dangerous humanity had been, but now everything was perfect. Our entire world was utopia. No more wars or disease. Even natural disasters that still occurred, didn’t destroy our society. People were happy, all on their own. We didn’t have some giant government that forced people to marry certain people, or get certain job. We had all the freedoms we deserved. The liberties that had began in North America, and throughout the centuries had been Evolutionized by The New World.
It began in the mid-twentieth century. Scientists began experimenting with cloning. Yes, cloning. The idea of creating a perfect copy of a living creature was like candy to a child. Something humanity couldn’t resist. It took well nearly three quarters of a century for scientists to finally find a way to gain the proper laws and procedures to even think about human cloning. Finally in 2059, a scientist by the name of Aleksander Gregorovitch produced the very first official human clone.
Human Cloning had begun as just another “because we can” research “project”, but for Aleksander Gregorovitch it was an opportunity to finally achieve the one thing that had always alluded them: human perfection. The clones were given the official moniker of “doppelganger”, and later came to be called “gangers” for short. They were raised in research labs, as they would rats or other science specimens. While Gangers had the same DNA as humans, they were considered anything but. Gangers were nothing more than a science experiment. If a ganger failed to produce the expected results, it was put down like an animal.
Ganger research lead to the height of humanity. Their experimentations produced cures for every disease man had ever known. And with disease, other fatal problems began to fade. Over the years the gangers reproduced, as any human would. It is our nature after all. The offspring of Gangers were treated no different their parents. After some time, many of the Gangers were released into society. The rising population was unnecessary for research purposes, and it seemed a waste to throw away a perfectly healthy living creature. While Gangers got their freedom from scientific experiment, they weren’t given anything any better. They were sold into slavery, and forced to work for small wages and awfully bad shelter.
When Gregorovitch created the first Ganger, he embedded a small anomaly in the DNA. No one knows how exactly it worked, just that it did. On the right wrist of the ganger was a small black birthmark. If one looked closely enough the birthmark formed a delicate “G”. In a way Gregorovitch was claiming the Ganger as his own. When the next gangers were created, they each had a small “G”. Each ganger’s birthmark was located in a different place, but it was always there, and easily noticeable. When their children were born, they too had the black birthmark. It is a sign that no matter what, to humans gangers will always be someone else’s property, and never their own.
My name is Effie Sinclair, and I am a Ganger. On my left shoulder, just below the spot were my mahogany hair falls, is a small intricate “G”. That “G” represents so much to me. To most of my kind it is a contract of enslavement, but to me it is freedom. To me it is hope. Because if I have anything to live for it’s to bring the destruction of those who have wronged me. If it is the last thing that I do, I will be sure to bring down this false utopia. I am one person, but all it takes is one person to change the world. Aleksander Gregorovitch did it, and so will I. His own creation will be the demise of his perfect world. Because, I know what they refuse to accept. We are human too. We may have been born from science, but we were born as human as they were. We are the perfection they desired, but the evolution they feared. We are their fatal flaw.
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Guru's Advice on Plagiarism
I've been getting a lot of questions lately regarding plagiarism after certain events recently in which plagiarism was a factor. I would like to remind you all that this is not acceptable at all. We've even ran across occasions where members even copied and used and entire Character Sheet that was created by someone else off-site and claimed that it was theirs and they made it. This is just quite sad, but it happens. So, I will answer a couple of the questions I got, so you all to know.
"What if I have a picture I want to use for my character or just to polish up my RP, but it doesn't belong to me?"
I'll be honest, no moderator wants to take their time and go through every Roleplay and delete pics that don't belong to the user. We are not interested in that. However, to be safe, ALWAYS give credit to the creator of the image. When I make a Character sheet where I use a image, I always put under it 'Created by: InsertName' and I often link to where I found the image.
"I own a graphics shop and I often use pictures made by other people to edit them in my own way to make signatures and such things. Is it wrong for me to do that?"
This is pretty much the same as above. ALWAYS give credit to where credit is due. When you are using pictures from others, often they will ask that you ask them to. As much as a pain and time consuming as that might be, always ask the person. If you have a shop, it will often help to use a disclaimer, stating that the images used may not belong to you, just that you edit them. Yea, this can be pretty obvious in most cases, but it is better to be safe than sorry.
It all comes down to common courtesy. If it isn't yours, make sure you have permission to do so. Often images and such will be 'Public Domain' so you can use them. If a name is attached, such as places like Deviantart will have, always give them credit. Not only is stealing images and other people's work rude, but it is against International Copyright Laws.
I own a graphics shop and a request comes in where I don't know where it came from. What do I do?
Most of the time, the person will link it anyways or you can find the link by right clicking on the image and copying the URL. Most often though, I'd say you can't really be responsible for what someone else pulls of the internet. Just a fact. As long as your not deliberately taking it and taking credit for it... you can't really be faulted for it.
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