[center][hider=Cohorts][color=696969]"In the End, Nothing will give rise to Something."[/color]

A metaphysical cafe. Of course. Shadows around varied tables of luxurious substances from Realities. Each construct a challenge to the other sects. 'Behold my worth.' Strangely, it was a display that seemed of uncertain worth to the Nautical Queen and Man of Glaives. They, themselves, were sequestered in a corner of plain, polished wood; an earthen material which neither could readily identify. 

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[color=FA8072]"Such is Fate. Mechanical and bound by parameters. Am I to take this as another Catalyst?"[/color]

The Nautical Queen wriggled in place, as she often did, while the Man of Glaives observed her thoughtfully. She noted his gaze and gave what was unmistakably an agreement, even with the screaming static interference of a dying Incantation rattled nearby windows. His mask smiled, as always, but his hands were folded; the usual gesticulations absent. He was uneasy, she was amused.

[color=696969]"Of course, in such a formative stage, there is room for speculation. Even that which governs a new Incantation cannot be certain as to the catalyst; only the outcome. To that end, each Incantation is driven by a Desire."[/color] The Queen's fingers traced uncertain shapes in the air as she spoke, [color=696969]"That Desire will prove to be essential, when choosing Participants."[/color]

The Man of Glaives sat back, crossing his arms. Though he was quiet, countless whispers drifted through the air around him. Not his own. He was not a man given to such careless quirks. Or so the Nautical Queen surmised.

[color=FA8072]"Then we seek those who have a Desire equivocal to our own,"[/color] he said with confidence, leaning more forward, [color=FA8072]"that is a simple task! One I shall not fail in! Though I hope you do not fail, either, I should say!"[/color]

There it was. The challenge. The comradarie. The Nautical Queen smiled, and gave an enthusiastic nod. She was the one who had put forward the Man of Glaives as a candidate for Sponsor. It was pleasing to see her intuition confirmed. Despite his few words, her new conspirator was quickly coming to understand.

A game. Both knew the truth of it. No matter where it would take place, the Event would be catastrophic. The Nautical Queen and Man of Glaives had both witnessed the horrors of prior Events; each eventually rising above the ranks of Participants to be welcomed among the Sponsors. 

A game that invariably places Mortals at the center.

A game rigged by Fate and, in turn, sabotaged by Chance; both dancing on the strings of Desire.[/hider][/center]

Hey, there, thanks for reading through what might be a confusing intro. I'm Sleip and this is my flavor introduction of; [i]A Game of Desire[/i], a concept forged by both myself and a friend. 

[i]The aforementioned game will take place during the turn of a millennium, from 199X to 200X. As the new year is ushered in, a change overtakes the world. Some erupt into hideous forms, while others are torn apart. Others, still, will be chosen by Sponsors; those like the Nautical Queen and Man of Glaives.

While this has happened before, countless times, this particular instance of their "game" will eventually become unstable; reaching outside the boundaries of Fate and Chance.[/i]

Basically, what I'm offering is a concept inspired by countless different sources and given to the "darker" side of humanity. Participants and Sponsors will wage war across a city already gifted to armageddon.

[hider=Quick Terms]
[b]Fate[/b]: A mechanism by which the lives and actions of Mortals are guided. While vague in utilization, Fate permeates each game and opposes the concept of Chance.

[b]Chance[/b]: A schism by which the lives and actions of Mortals deviate from Fate. While vague in utilization, Chance always opposes Fate in each game.

[b]Participant[/b]: A Mortal chosen by a Sponsor to participate in the game. Participants are given Abilities that share a vague esoteric connection to their deepest Desire.

[b]Sponsor[/b]: An assortment of beings involved with the game, they are not Mortals and may only influence events through championing a Participant.

[b]End[/b]: The cessation of any given Reality through actions of Fate or Chance.

[b]Nothing[/b]: Absence of reality between sessions of the game. A primordial chaos that often produces Realities after a short incubation.

[b]Something[/b]: Reality itself.

[b]Catalyst[/b]: That which turns 'Something' into a battlefield compatible with the game perpetuated by Sponsors. Interchangable with the term 'Event'.

[b]Mortal[/b]: Beings that inhabit Something. Usually the central pieces in games. Limited to the Corporeal side of Reality. Notable Mortals are chosen by Sponsors for their Desire and granted Abilities that reflect this whim. These Mortals are labeled as Participants.

[b]Reality[/b]: That which is eventually revealed through the machinations of Fate and Chance.

[b]Desire[/b]: That which opposes Reality. Usually held by Mortals.

[b]Abilities[/b]: The strange beyond-Mortal potency granted to Participants.[/hider]

So there's my attempt at putting together an enticing Interest Check, without giving away too much of what I have in mind. I would like for this to be game of character development and, admittedly, something of a drama-fest. I have a fair amount in mind, beyond what has been given here.

[b]Summary[/b]: I wanna make a game about a game where humans are granted the ability to obtain their desires. There exists more than what I've presented, but I want to see if I can gouge at some interest with vagaries.

Thanks for reading. [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/180251-a-game-of-desire/ooc]Here is the OOC![/url]