In a couple of weeks, I will have been a roleplayer for all of ten years. In celebration of this anniversary, I will be redoing the basic concept of the very first RP I ever made. It was heavily inspired (read; completely ripped off of) by Marvel's “X-Men” comics and I was twelve years old, so the idea is rather cliché. But, hey, clichés are used for a reason, right?
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Ten years.
Has it really been that long? It feels like just yesterday, that the lights went out. That the city was engulfed in eternal darkness. That the walls rose from the ground and the lives of thousands of people changed forever. That the Crusaders started roaming the streets and we, the people like me, had to cower in fear and hide away like rats. Even with the resistance force fighting off the metal men, we become fewer and fewer. Even though more of us are born, even more are killed.
It wont be long. We'll all be dead by the end of the year.
Who are we? Well, if you don't know, you're a lucky one. They call us many things; freaks, mutants and monsters are amongst the more common ones. We like to call ourselves Supernaturals, Superhumans or just Supers. What we are called does not really matter; it's what we can do that people hate us for. We are the next link in human evolution, they say. Really, we are just a bunch of people who can do shit that other people cannot. I've seen everything from people who can breathe under water to people who can become water. There's one of us that is far more famous than the rest; the Technopath. Yeah, it doesn't sound very imposing, does it? Well, he's the whole reason the rest of us are down here; him and his Crusaders. His power is magnificent. He can build and control any machine he wants; all he needs is an idea.
His Crusaders are the proof of his prowess. These metal men are indestructible androids build from scrap metal from the junkyard. Each of them can build even more Crusaders. Each of them is as smart as their creator. They can scan any living organism for the genes that make us special; that super gene. If they find it in someone, they will kill them. Most of the time, anyways. A few times, people have simply been taken.
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Ten years.
Has it really been that long? It feels like just yesterday, that the lights went out. That the city was engulfed in eternal darkness. That the walls rose from the ground and the lives of thousands of people changed forever. That the Crusaders started roaming the streets and we, the people like me, had to cower in fear and hide away like rats. Even with the resistance force fighting off the metal men, we become fewer and fewer. Even though more of us are born, even more are killed.
It wont be long. We'll all be dead by the end of the year.
Who are we? Well, if you don't know, you're a lucky one. They call us many things; freaks, mutants and monsters are amongst the more common ones. We like to call ourselves Supernaturals, Superhumans or just Supers. What we are called does not really matter; it's what we can do that people hate us for. We are the next link in human evolution, they say. Really, we are just a bunch of people who can do shit that other people cannot. I've seen everything from people who can breathe under water to people who can become water. There's one of us that is far more famous than the rest; the Technopath. Yeah, it doesn't sound very imposing, does it? Well, he's the whole reason the rest of us are down here; him and his Crusaders. His power is magnificent. He can build and control any machine he wants; all he needs is an idea.
His Crusaders are the proof of his prowess. These metal men are indestructible androids build from scrap metal from the junkyard. Each of them can build even more Crusaders. Each of them is as smart as their creator. They can scan any living organism for the genes that make us special; that super gene. If they find it in someone, they will kill them. Most of the time, anyways. A few times, people have simply been taken.
