Long ago, the world was whole, prosperous. Humankind flourished in a golden age of peace and many new things were created. We grew bigger, smarter. We reached to the stars. We created enormous systems of supercomputers, eventually creating artificial intelligences.

Then came the Convulsion.

In an instant, the entire world, no, the universe, was shattered into pieces. Rifts began to open into other words, creatures of shadow and fear crashing through the crumbling walls of order. Finally, the rifts opened to the final safeguard and crashed through the Firmaments of reality, letting pure chaos seep into the universe we knew. Now the human are fragmented, our once-great civilization brought to its knees. 900 years after the Convulsion, we have regressed into a second dark age, where swords and bows reign once again, with militant artifacts like guns spattered through them. If you remember only one thing I tell you, remember this. If you come across a rift in space that speaks and sings, do not listen. Never listen to the song of the Void.

So essentially, this is a RP in which humanity has regressed to a state equivalent to the dark ages, swords, axes, bows, the whole shebang. Scattered across the world are remnants of humanity as we knew it, such as computers, phones and guns. Your job is simply to survive in the hostile world, where extradimensional creatures soar through sporadically open rifts. Who knows, there might even be something on the other side of that void.

CS:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Appearance (Picture if possible):
Preferred weapon:
Profession (If applicable):
Etc.:

Rules:

No godmodding or metagaming.

Use basic grammar and punctuation skills. C'mon, people, it's not that hard.

Try to keep your posts at least a few sentences long.

Swearing is allowed, for the most part, but definitely censor the harsher swears.

(More most likely coming)

When you say we grew bigger what do you mean by that?

People get bigger over time when we have ideal conditions.

I mean bigger as in taller or bigger as in stronger.

Whoops, haha. I meant bigger as in not people growing bigger, but the human race growing bigger, spreading, etc.. Sorry for confusion.

oh okay. I guess im interested then. Do you want me to post a character sheet here or wait for the OOC?

It would probably make more sense to wait for the OOC, since people that join the RP after it goes up will probably want to reference it. If you want to, though, you can post it here, then copy-paste it.

Okay.

Why not. I could get down for some rap battles with space-time rifts.

Question: If I did win a rap battle with a rift, what would happen?

Well, it's not usually rap, per se, if you beat a space-time rift at its own game...

...somehow...

then suffice it to say, some not-altogether-comprehensible-by-a-sane-mind things happen and you may or may not become something similar to a demigod of some sort.

Hypothetically, what would happen if one were to stick their genitals body part in a rift?

Sterilization Extraordinarily Bad Things™

I do believe I'm going to post my character, just as a sort of analogue for the amount of detail that I'd like to see put in them.

Name: Runia Venthrym (VEN-thrim)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Runia is a quiet girl, preferring the company of nature to that of people. She is mostly pacifistic and extremely caring, but if something angers her enough, then she will snap, and when she snaps, she can be terrifying, as well as outright dangerous. Though she isn’t very strong, she does know how to use a dagger or two, though nobody quite knows why. A word often used to describe her by those who have seen her, but not too closely, is demure. However, she knows a good deal of skills involving hunting, survival, etc. etc. etc, since when she’s not working, she’s probably in the woods.
Appearance:
Preferred Weapon: A pair of slim stilettos with ivory handles and white-dyed blades. Exactly how they were dyed white, nobody knows, and nobody feels comfortable enough around her to ask. The only thing they’ve ever heard from Runia about them is that they’ve been passed down through her family for a long, long time.
Profession (If applicable): Runia works as a washerwoman in the nearest village.
Etc.: Although she indeed has a preferred set of stilettos, her preferred tactic is NOT using them and instead being diplomatic and talking things out, not simply fighting. As stated before, she is mostly a pacifist.

How do you post your images?

[ img=Whatever the internet address to your image is ] without the bracket spaces. Says at the bottom of the page.

Name: Rubix

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Personality: Rubix - the perpetually disgruntled. He isn't a particularly happy fellow, and seems to hold a great deal of contempt for humanity because of its innate "laziness." This is likely due to the fact that his mother left his father immediately after giving birth as she, "didn't feel like dealing with a child," and his father named him simply off of the fact that he was solving an ancient puzzle cube at the time. Otherwise, Rubix is cunning and sharp, never missing a single detail, and always prepared with a comeback.

Appearance (Picture if possible): On his left shoulder, he has a tattoo of square made of nine smaller, multicolored squares forming a Rubik's Cube pattern. He's kind of obsessed with the motif.

Preferred weapon: Two slate black rods of unknown origin, each bearing a square comprised of nine smaller silver squares towards the top to form brands. Otherwise, they're just two beating sticks with no shape other than being long cylinders.

Profession (If applicable): Professional vandal. Is paid by others to destroy another's property, reputation, or life.

Etc. Would never be caught dead without a pair of dice, a deck of cards, and guess what... a Rubik's Cube.

Oh dear lord, I really feel like Rubix and Runia are NOT going to get along.

Btw he does technically have a last name but because he hates his family he disowned it.

It may or may not be Qoob.

What country are we in for this?

hmm it never seems to work for me.