Era of the End
“Is this the answer that has been given to us for all that we have done?”
There was once a person on the radio where we lived that used to say that our daily lives were unappealing, that we were constantly destroying ourselves as a human race. That we, as mankind, were nothing more than a self-destructive force that will eventually destroy the very world that we were given to live upon… or someone would do it for us.
Weeks later, that very same man would show up on TV, sweating heavily as he carried a TV news camera towards an incredibly busy place, almost as if a gathering of sorts was being held. Despite stealing the camera, nobody paid him any mind as everyone was looking up at the skies above… and as a cry suddenly filled the air. The man on the TV was frazzled and amazed at what was happening, that despite people trying gain the attention of those staring at the skies- who ranged from old to young yet stood no kids- they wouldn’t move or even blink. Over the TV, as the scorching sound of a roar grew louder and louder, something deep within our bodies and our minds told us that something dangerous was coming.
We always expected the apocalypse to come from the sounds of a trumpet rather than fierce cry… nor did we expect what was to come next to happen either. Angels, Demons, monsters… whatever you expected from the ‘apocalypse’ was nothing more than simple strings of lies built upon lies that we so foolishly lapped up like stray dogs. Then, when the truth came, it came forth with a bang unlike any other.
Though, from what the man said, things were far worse than a bang.
The clouds gathered together as they turned ethereal in appearance, looking colorless and now see through as they eventually formed a vortex in the skies above. Then a single figure descended like a falling star as it landed in the center of the gathered people elegantly. The figure was as tall as a light post and its image was both horrific and alluring.
Letting out a roar, the grinning deviant of unknown origin released tendrils from its back that pierced the very flesh of those who continued to stare without moving or blinking. The tendrils then split forth from the divine being and went into the people… immediately morphing their flesh, bones, and twisting their weak and fragile shells into something far more useful.
These turned creatures immediately turned upon their former human comrades and immediately began to both devour and slaughter indiscriminately without hesitation or fear, as four massive chains fell from the skies and impaled the ground, destroying buildings and constructs as they passed through them. From these chains, creatures with gaping maws in their chests and revealing muscles crawled their way down as colossal abominations sewn together by the corpses of what seemed to be other fantasy creatures fell from the skies. These colossal abominations grabbed a hold of the chains and tugged all at once, pulling down what seemed to be a gigantic and flying bloated reptilian creature with sacs on the underside of it over the city as more creatures started to jump off of it. It was here in this desolate town in the middle of nowhere did the end of all things begin, and did our true colors as human beings begin to shine.
Some called them Divine Retribution, Angels, Demons, or even the Heralds of the Apocalypse… but most of us simply called them the Scourge, for they simply brought nothing but death and destruction wherever they walked. Men, women, children… none were spared their wrath as they killed and corrupted all. The only things that were left alone were the animals, but they too eventually died due to Scourge’s foul tactics of leaving plagues wherever they went.
Even though our advances of technology thanks to building up the weapons which we call Frames, and we proved to hold them at bay as they took over much of North and South America… We still ended up at the brink of destruction. We always believed that if an outside force came that we would all miraculously unite under one banner and fight together, but in truth we didn’t for we were at each other’s throats than ever before. We fought over resources and territory and our very future along with what would happen to us after the Scourge was defeated when they was no victory in sight!
So, they spread and our military advantage and what little unity faded into nothingness over time. The Scourge spread as they took over the Americas, Asia, Africa, and started laying their filthy nests into every major city they could get their hands upon. The only last safe havens were Australia and the Antarctic regions, for the remaining military forces decided to lay a last line of defense within Europe at London, the Strait of Gibraltar, Istanbul, and Moscow. Despite these key locations being protected heavily and even the use of experimental weapons being used… the Scourge broke through and the world was forced to watch as hope was lost-
-but we, who had lost all hope as the encroaching darkness came upon us was blessed with a light unlike any other.
Lightning struck before the approaching armies of the Scourge as a thunderous sound echoed forth, as the very air before them warped and twisted. A distortion- a ripple through the fabric of the realm appeared just as day the Scourge came upon Earth, but as it did a colossal white alien-like titan with a fortress upon its’ very back emerged from the ripple and blew forth fire of a cerulean color as it spread for miles. Then, lightning shot out from the pillars upon its back as light spread throughout it and shot off in random directions… only to go across the world and harmlessly strike human beings, both adults, teenagers, and even those still in the womb. These chosen by this creature would soon find themselves with a tattoo-like mark upon their person.
As this new creature stayed and defended the land and repelled the armies of the Scourge, more distortions appeared over Earth as fantasy creatures appeared with golem-like creatures similar to the colossal one, but far smaller in size started to repel them. We would soon come to learn after coming into contact with one of the leaders on board the colossal creature, that the Scourge we being purged from their own world and had simply escaped into our world when they found a chance to.
Years have now passed since this event and those who have been chosen by the Colossal Creature have gotten older. The world has changed much now, and the sights of the centaurs that help carry things, minotaurs competing in brawls, gnomes tinkering with old military Frames and tanks, along with Orcs owning taverns have now become the normal along with new greenery here and there. It’s almost as if we have always lived with these mythical creatures and the lives we once had never truly existed…
You, being one of the chosen of the Colossal One, just what will you do now that you are capable of doing what you want? Will you explore the land of Earth? Make a name for yourself and gather some land and let others do the work? Perhaps you’ll take up arms and fight the Scourge and reclaim mother Earth… or perhaps you see things in a different light and see all this as just retribution?
Just how will your tale meet its end?
There was once a person on the radio where we lived that used to say that our daily lives were unappealing, that we were constantly destroying ourselves as a human race. That we, as mankind, were nothing more than a self-destructive force that will eventually destroy the very world that we were given to live upon… or someone would do it for us.
Weeks later, that very same man would show up on TV, sweating heavily as he carried a TV news camera towards an incredibly busy place, almost as if a gathering of sorts was being held. Despite stealing the camera, nobody paid him any mind as everyone was looking up at the skies above… and as a cry suddenly filled the air. The man on the TV was frazzled and amazed at what was happening, that despite people trying gain the attention of those staring at the skies- who ranged from old to young yet stood no kids- they wouldn’t move or even blink. Over the TV, as the scorching sound of a roar grew louder and louder, something deep within our bodies and our minds told us that something dangerous was coming.
We always expected the apocalypse to come from the sounds of a trumpet rather than fierce cry… nor did we expect what was to come next to happen either. Angels, Demons, monsters… whatever you expected from the ‘apocalypse’ was nothing more than simple strings of lies built upon lies that we so foolishly lapped up like stray dogs. Then, when the truth came, it came forth with a bang unlike any other.
Though, from what the man said, things were far worse than a bang.
The clouds gathered together as they turned ethereal in appearance, looking colorless and now see through as they eventually formed a vortex in the skies above. Then a single figure descended like a falling star as it landed in the center of the gathered people elegantly. The figure was as tall as a light post and its image was both horrific and alluring.
Letting out a roar, the grinning deviant of unknown origin released tendrils from its back that pierced the very flesh of those who continued to stare without moving or blinking. The tendrils then split forth from the divine being and went into the people… immediately morphing their flesh, bones, and twisting their weak and fragile shells into something far more useful.
These turned creatures immediately turned upon their former human comrades and immediately began to both devour and slaughter indiscriminately without hesitation or fear, as four massive chains fell from the skies and impaled the ground, destroying buildings and constructs as they passed through them. From these chains, creatures with gaping maws in their chests and revealing muscles crawled their way down as colossal abominations sewn together by the corpses of what seemed to be other fantasy creatures fell from the skies. These colossal abominations grabbed a hold of the chains and tugged all at once, pulling down what seemed to be a gigantic and flying bloated reptilian creature with sacs on the underside of it over the city as more creatures started to jump off of it. It was here in this desolate town in the middle of nowhere did the end of all things begin, and did our true colors as human beings begin to shine.
Some called them Divine Retribution, Angels, Demons, or even the Heralds of the Apocalypse… but most of us simply called them the Scourge, for they simply brought nothing but death and destruction wherever they walked. Men, women, children… none were spared their wrath as they killed and corrupted all. The only things that were left alone were the animals, but they too eventually died due to Scourge’s foul tactics of leaving plagues wherever they went.
Even though our advances of technology thanks to building up the weapons which we call Frames, and we proved to hold them at bay as they took over much of North and South America… We still ended up at the brink of destruction. We always believed that if an outside force came that we would all miraculously unite under one banner and fight together, but in truth we didn’t for we were at each other’s throats than ever before. We fought over resources and territory and our very future along with what would happen to us after the Scourge was defeated when they was no victory in sight!
So, they spread and our military advantage and what little unity faded into nothingness over time. The Scourge spread as they took over the Americas, Asia, Africa, and started laying their filthy nests into every major city they could get their hands upon. The only last safe havens were Australia and the Antarctic regions, for the remaining military forces decided to lay a last line of defense within Europe at London, the Strait of Gibraltar, Istanbul, and Moscow. Despite these key locations being protected heavily and even the use of experimental weapons being used… the Scourge broke through and the world was forced to watch as hope was lost-
-but we, who had lost all hope as the encroaching darkness came upon us was blessed with a light unlike any other.
Lightning struck before the approaching armies of the Scourge as a thunderous sound echoed forth, as the very air before them warped and twisted. A distortion- a ripple through the fabric of the realm appeared just as day the Scourge came upon Earth, but as it did a colossal white alien-like titan with a fortress upon its’ very back emerged from the ripple and blew forth fire of a cerulean color as it spread for miles. Then, lightning shot out from the pillars upon its back as light spread throughout it and shot off in random directions… only to go across the world and harmlessly strike human beings, both adults, teenagers, and even those still in the womb. These chosen by this creature would soon find themselves with a tattoo-like mark upon their person.
As this new creature stayed and defended the land and repelled the armies of the Scourge, more distortions appeared over Earth as fantasy creatures appeared with golem-like creatures similar to the colossal one, but far smaller in size started to repel them. We would soon come to learn after coming into contact with one of the leaders on board the colossal creature, that the Scourge we being purged from their own world and had simply escaped into our world when they found a chance to.
Years have now passed since this event and those who have been chosen by the Colossal Creature have gotten older. The world has changed much now, and the sights of the centaurs that help carry things, minotaurs competing in brawls, gnomes tinkering with old military Frames and tanks, along with Orcs owning taverns have now become the normal along with new greenery here and there. It’s almost as if we have always lived with these mythical creatures and the lives we once had never truly existed…
You, being one of the chosen of the Colossal One, just what will you do now that you are capable of doing what you want? Will you explore the land of Earth? Make a name for yourself and gather some land and let others do the work? Perhaps you’ll take up arms and fight the Scourge and reclaim mother Earth… or perhaps you see things in a different light and see all this as just retribution?
Just how will your tale meet its end?
Hello! Sorry if this interest check isn't as flashy as my other ones, but I wanted to focus more on giving out my idea rather than making it pretty... although I might go back in and fix that...
Anyway, this is an idea that I've had brewing for a LONG while in terms of a concept of powers that I have been wanting to do for an extremely long time but haven't been able to pull it off properly until now, I think.
Anyway, to explain, in this RP players would be playing a character who would be a 'Chosen one' by the Colossal One. All of our characters would be capable of having the powers of these regular Gods/Golems from the realm that the fantasy creatures and the gods come from, but to a lesser extent that they would have in the full-fledged form of course.
So, say that your character has a God who is extremely strong and is capable of shooting fire, your character would be capable of using fire magic, be resistant to fire, and would have great strength and would probably have a few features similar to their sealed God/Golem. However, our characters would also be capable of transforming into their sealed God/Golem with enough practice and obtain their full powers.
Now, these guys aren't pushovers either. They easily could destroy a full fleet of Destroyer-Class ships on their own and could handle a squadron of Scourge minions, but of course this would leave the character exhausted as well depending on how well the connection between the two of you are- since the Golem/God is also a living sentient being and wont just submit to your will. If you do something that pleases them or follow their path and way of thinking and get them to like you, then they'll give you more and more of their power and you'll also be able to actively 'hear' their voice as well.
This also means that there can be dissonance as well. If you and your sealed God/Golem don't get along and you two constantly butt heads, or if you forcibly draw out its power- then you may not be able to hear its voice or even their name, which can in turn restrict your power... or corrupt your powers and even your sealed God if you force its power.
Everyone's resonance rating would be random of course at the beginning, so don't dwell too much on that.
Freedom would be left up to the players, and there would be quite a lot of emotional turmoil and other stuff as well in this RP! The best way I can probably describe it is to expect consequences for your actions and that there probably isn't a 'true' good guy in this RP, with everyone having their demons per se. You would have the option to explore Earth and do what you like, interacting with the fantasy creatures who have begun to make home, the villages that have started to pop up, or even check out the technology that has been abandoned due to the constant war. You also have the freedom to decide how you want to live in the Rp, given that there isn't any 'real' laws anymore since there isn't any high ruling faction outside of the major populated cities.
Standard RP rules would apply of course, so do be civil!
If there are any questions, comments, concerns, etc., do say them since I am all ears! If this does get quite some interest, I'll be more than happy to go ahead and make an OOC which would also substitute as the Sign-Ups!
