I'll just put this here...
Time is coming to an end.
It's falling into the endless chasm that tears apart our night sky. The very fabric of our existence is no chance against fate; our world is succumbing to endless darkness.
There was no warning.
It stretches across the horizon like a rubber band, seeming to seal out any desire of rescue or salvation from abyssal space, and the innocent ones upon our alflame fields, kneeling in hopeless prayer to ask for ambition through their darkest time. It was a nasty disease, ceasing to conclude it's terrible infection on our celestialsphere. No doubt it was an amazing sight: a claw-slash through the night sky that held all but life and inside the void everything just stopped existing. A setting like this feeds nightmares.
A shower of dying crystals would coat our barren landscape with savage beauty every harvest. One couldn't help but gaze in awe as this ash destroyed us even more, for their pale rain upon our world was death's kiss. The touch would burn the skin, leaving deep scars from where they landed causing rapid deterioration of the body, and left the cities to rot in clusters of dry shells. Great, momentous cyber statues crumbled into humble sand. We gave every empty town, building, and megacity the name 'slumberland', as they were too dead for recolonization, and the eternal sleep state they became. The open wound in our sky did not leave, not matter how unyielding the pleads from us were. Most of us decided to leave everything behind. The others were too scared to leave the life they knew, and became infected with the void, turning themselves into slaves.
Our nourishment was dead, and for the sake of desperation, our people began deserting their farms, hiking to the valleys to scavenge the untouched jungles only to find their swan song in the underbrush. Children disappeared in odd numbers never to be found again and shriveled livestock brayed in an echoing sadness as if begging to be slaughtered.
The void did not close. It hasn't in decades.
Our world is ending. We need your help.
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This is an original roleplay by me, written by me, inspired by the Marbury Lens.
Plot
You discover an alternate reality known as Marbury.
In this other Earth, there has been a cataclysmic event causing a mighty rip in the sky. You have no idea what it is but for some reason you're fascinated by it in a dreadful, foreboding way. This is the beginning of the end for Marbury and you know it. But why have you appeared here? It's your job to survive until the end of it all. The void brought you here, and it is the void who will take you away.
And yes, this is the RP I'll need a co-GM with. If you're interested then PM me.
Time is coming to an end.
It's falling into the endless chasm that tears apart our night sky. The very fabric of our existence is no chance against fate; our world is succumbing to endless darkness.
There was no warning.
It stretches across the horizon like a rubber band, seeming to seal out any desire of rescue or salvation from abyssal space, and the innocent ones upon our alflame fields, kneeling in hopeless prayer to ask for ambition through their darkest time. It was a nasty disease, ceasing to conclude it's terrible infection on our celestialsphere. No doubt it was an amazing sight: a claw-slash through the night sky that held all but life and inside the void everything just stopped existing. A setting like this feeds nightmares.
A shower of dying crystals would coat our barren landscape with savage beauty every harvest. One couldn't help but gaze in awe as this ash destroyed us even more, for their pale rain upon our world was death's kiss. The touch would burn the skin, leaving deep scars from where they landed causing rapid deterioration of the body, and left the cities to rot in clusters of dry shells. Great, momentous cyber statues crumbled into humble sand. We gave every empty town, building, and megacity the name 'slumberland', as they were too dead for recolonization, and the eternal sleep state they became. The open wound in our sky did not leave, not matter how unyielding the pleads from us were. Most of us decided to leave everything behind. The others were too scared to leave the life they knew, and became infected with the void, turning themselves into slaves.
Our nourishment was dead, and for the sake of desperation, our people began deserting their farms, hiking to the valleys to scavenge the untouched jungles only to find their swan song in the underbrush. Children disappeared in odd numbers never to be found again and shriveled livestock brayed in an echoing sadness as if begging to be slaughtered.
The void did not close. It hasn't in decades.
Our world is ending. We need your help.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
This is an original roleplay by me, written by me, inspired by the Marbury Lens.
Plot
You discover an alternate reality known as Marbury.
In this other Earth, there has been a cataclysmic event causing a mighty rip in the sky. You have no idea what it is but for some reason you're fascinated by it in a dreadful, foreboding way. This is the beginning of the end for Marbury and you know it. But why have you appeared here? It's your job to survive until the end of it all. The void brought you here, and it is the void who will take you away.
And yes, this is the RP I'll need a co-GM with. If you're interested then PM me.
