"We embarked on our journey to the stars with a question first framed in the childhood of our species and in each generation asked anew with undiminished wonder: What are the stars? Exploration is in our nature. We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still. We have lingered long enough on the shores of the cosmic ocean. We are ready at last to set sail for the stars."
-Carl Sagan, Cosmos
Humanity, nobody expected much from them. Most humans had their lives all planned out, and to them there would be nothing in the future but their normal lives. The sensible ones were completely fine with this, for they believed the could only dream of a more exiting life. Those sensible people withered away into the history books, being known only to those who decided to spend a few days backtracking through their family tree decades in the future. They are not the writers, they are those who look at the story and say "Ridiculous! That is impossible!". Rightfully so, as well. They were completely right, the story the writers wanted to make was impossible.
The writers would know this if they were sensible, but they were not. They ignored sense and followed their dreams, never giving a thought to the sensible people who said it couldn't be done. Pushing on ahead, those writers kept their eye on their goal and never allowed to wander. Through this reckless yet calculated journey, the writers finally succeeded. They had done the impossible, something that should not have been possible for such a young and damaged species. While the sensible people watched in awe, the writers trod upon the brilliant road to the stars. While the sensible people killed and fought, the writers marched forwards. The writers had to fight, of course, they were drawn into the conflicts of the sensible. But they never stopped marching, no, they refused to allow the sensible people to be right, to accept that reality truly was nothing more than menial labor and repetition.
As the ages passed, the writers kept on marching onward. Though none had yet been able to touch a star, they kept marching with no thought to the thousands that had already failed. They made great progress in their collective quest, continuing to invent new devices to make life just a little bit easier. As life got easier, the writers had more time to think and invent yet more devices to make life even more easy. It was a self-reinforcing loop, but still the sensible people refused to give a thought to the insane dreams of the writers. They used the devices to have more time to lay around doing nothing, but the writers did not care. While all this was happening, nobody gave a though to Earth and its inhabitants, still being stuck in a repeating loop of nuclear annihilation the moment they discovered the technology. Earth rocketed towards that point, having no idea what would happen.
Then, something happened. If Gods and Goddesses exist, then their interest was surely piqued. Something anomalous had occurred on that insignificant Earth, though they now had harnessed the power of the atom, their voices continued to speak. Their hearts kept beating, their DNA remained normal, their atmosphere was not full of ash. They had survived the creation of the nuclear bomb, something that had never before happened in the galaxy. Suddenly, Earth was no so insignificant anymore. The writers were closer than ever to achieving their goals.
The stars in the night sky burn brighter than ever, beckoning us writers to them. To some the stars say "We will give you power", to others "We will give you respect". Yet more hear "We will give you knowledge", and to a select few, they say something similar yet completely different.
To those few, they say "We will give you a home".
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Yes, this does take place during the Space Race, and begins in 1950. What a surprise.
My plan for this is to have it be stat-based, yet also somewhat character-driven in a way. There will be turns, but you can make an indefinite number of posts per turn, allowing you to develop your plot without waiting for me to update. A new turn will begin after everyone has posted at least once. The beginning of a new turn will be marked with a standard stat update, along with a newspaper recording the events of the turn. Yes, that newspaper will actually look like a newspaper. Images will be put into it as well, all of them authentic ones taken by the various space agencies of our world.
The RP will go on for as long as it has members, and technology will eventually advance beyond even our own levels. All spaceflight will be confined by the laws of physics, so no FTL in the late game, but antimatter drives are okay. Technology may also progress faster than our own, this does not mean you can have starships and colonies in 2000. The stat system will make sure nobody does anything ridiculous, and please remember that we would begin with 50's tech.
The RP will focus on the space agencies almost exclusively, and you don't even have to play as a nation. Of course, you would have the option.
I would link to the old threads, but they were full of one-liners. While not necessarily a bad thing, it is undesirable here in the NRP section.
-Carl Sagan, Cosmos
Humanity, nobody expected much from them. Most humans had their lives all planned out, and to them there would be nothing in the future but their normal lives. The sensible ones were completely fine with this, for they believed the could only dream of a more exiting life. Those sensible people withered away into the history books, being known only to those who decided to spend a few days backtracking through their family tree decades in the future. They are not the writers, they are those who look at the story and say "Ridiculous! That is impossible!". Rightfully so, as well. They were completely right, the story the writers wanted to make was impossible.
The writers would know this if they were sensible, but they were not. They ignored sense and followed their dreams, never giving a thought to the sensible people who said it couldn't be done. Pushing on ahead, those writers kept their eye on their goal and never allowed to wander. Through this reckless yet calculated journey, the writers finally succeeded. They had done the impossible, something that should not have been possible for such a young and damaged species. While the sensible people watched in awe, the writers trod upon the brilliant road to the stars. While the sensible people killed and fought, the writers marched forwards. The writers had to fight, of course, they were drawn into the conflicts of the sensible. But they never stopped marching, no, they refused to allow the sensible people to be right, to accept that reality truly was nothing more than menial labor and repetition.
As the ages passed, the writers kept on marching onward. Though none had yet been able to touch a star, they kept marching with no thought to the thousands that had already failed. They made great progress in their collective quest, continuing to invent new devices to make life just a little bit easier. As life got easier, the writers had more time to think and invent yet more devices to make life even more easy. It was a self-reinforcing loop, but still the sensible people refused to give a thought to the insane dreams of the writers. They used the devices to have more time to lay around doing nothing, but the writers did not care. While all this was happening, nobody gave a though to Earth and its inhabitants, still being stuck in a repeating loop of nuclear annihilation the moment they discovered the technology. Earth rocketed towards that point, having no idea what would happen.
Then, something happened. If Gods and Goddesses exist, then their interest was surely piqued. Something anomalous had occurred on that insignificant Earth, though they now had harnessed the power of the atom, their voices continued to speak. Their hearts kept beating, their DNA remained normal, their atmosphere was not full of ash. They had survived the creation of the nuclear bomb, something that had never before happened in the galaxy. Suddenly, Earth was no so insignificant anymore. The writers were closer than ever to achieving their goals.
The stars in the night sky burn brighter than ever, beckoning us writers to them. To some the stars say "We will give you power", to others "We will give you respect". Yet more hear "We will give you knowledge", and to a select few, they say something similar yet completely different.
To those few, they say "We will give you a home".
_____________________________________________________________
Yes, this does take place during the Space Race, and begins in 1950. What a surprise.
My plan for this is to have it be stat-based, yet also somewhat character-driven in a way. There will be turns, but you can make an indefinite number of posts per turn, allowing you to develop your plot without waiting for me to update. A new turn will begin after everyone has posted at least once. The beginning of a new turn will be marked with a standard stat update, along with a newspaper recording the events of the turn. Yes, that newspaper will actually look like a newspaper. Images will be put into it as well, all of them authentic ones taken by the various space agencies of our world.
The RP will go on for as long as it has members, and technology will eventually advance beyond even our own levels. All spaceflight will be confined by the laws of physics, so no FTL in the late game, but antimatter drives are okay. Technology may also progress faster than our own, this does not mean you can have starships and colonies in 2000. The stat system will make sure nobody does anything ridiculous, and please remember that we would begin with 50's tech.
The RP will focus on the space agencies almost exclusively, and you don't even have to play as a nation. Of course, you would have the option.
I would link to the old threads, but they were full of one-liners. While not necessarily a bad thing, it is undesirable here in the NRP section.
