Alright guys, I'm planning to make a role-play about ancient and powerful civilizations doing their thing around the time of the end of the universe, as we know it. This isn't an advertising thread or anything, but just a behind the scenes look at some of the literature I'm planning to put in the original post for the thread.
Well, here goes nothing. Tell me how you like it, how it could be improved, etcetera! I appreciate all *constructive* feedback! :D
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For thousand of millennia, life has spread through the universe. Beings of extraordinary capabilities, intelligence far beyond what seems possible, explored the far reaches of the unknown. Planets, systems, galaxies bustled with the species smart enough to develop new technologies, invent new practices, and think logically. Wars were fought, civilizations have succeeded through the misfortunate downfall of others; bloodshed was not uncommon, and it seemed that at the very least universal peace was unattainable.
Long ago, the universe was filled with small civilizations that were limited to their technologies. They all had one thing in common; each and every one of them thought that they were alone in their seemingly endless universe, and each and every one of them were wrong. Years, no, eons passed, and these infant civilizations matured. They expanded their territories and scientific capacities to an extent where they colonized planets of their systems, and the darings ones ventured beyond. The almost infinite energy they managed to extract from their native stars seemed to be a breakthrough, but it was not enough. Life was greedy, and it was ever-growing.
Only a few hundred millennia ago did the galactic show really start. The first civilizations made contact with each other, and this primitive form of communication would expand to something much, much greater; and a hundred-fold more devastating. Technologies like quantum physics, atomic manipulation, and nanotechnology were considered to be a thing of the past, and these galactic nations started thinking amongst themselves. Did they want more? Surely, they were big enough, powerful enough, but the lust for more land was overwhelming. Gradually, over the course of the universe's history, the civilizations built bigger and better colonies. Ships and armies were raised, and tensions arose between the many civilizations that called their galaxies home.
Blood was shed. Trillions upon trillions of intelligent organisms were killed in the inevitable greed for more land, more power. The galaxy saw more and more violence over the years, and civilizations were razed in the snap of a finger. Some considered themselves to be gods, ruling over the petty empires who kneeled beneath them. Others wanted nothing more but to pursue peace, and seldom succeeded. But the nations spread across the stars would learn eventually. Death among the many innocent populations was not the only form of death, either. The galaxy itself appeared as if it were sentient, slowly draining itself of power all the while observing the little nations fight over and destroy its many stars.
Now, the galaxy is at a final point in its life. War is not as frequent as the previous years of the universe, but it still happens. Stars are burning out, civilizations that once sat upon mighty thrones proclaiming their might throughout the stars disappeared almost over night. Only the most advanced ones remained, struggling to overcome the cold, empty, natural destruction brought on by the ever-aging stars.
Some say, if you listen closely, on a cold winter night with a small, cold star sinking below the horizon, you can hear it sing. Not the star itself, but the civilizations that used to speculate the possibilities of an infinite universe, the early astronomers who thought they were the centre of the universe. Those civilizations are gone now, and only several advanced civilizations remain to hear them sing. To hear the universe sing. So, the next time you are out, standing over a cliff peering down over the horizon, listen for it. Listen for the Song of Dying Stars.
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And thats about it for now. All I've got is a brief description and brief history, but its still being worked on. Hope you enjoyed, and feedback is greatly appreciated! =D. Thanks!
ShinySurskit
Also, don't steal my idea for this role-play, or any of the names or stuff, please. :P
Well, here goes nothing. Tell me how you like it, how it could be improved, etcetera! I appreciate all *constructive* feedback! :D
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There will come a time where all once-great civilizations will fall, not by warfare or depressions or corruption, but by natural causes. The torches they once held, illuminating the path around them, the cities and countries once raised from nothing, will become all but emptiness. The lights of these nations, no matter how advanced or how equipped, will burn out; the candles of civilization will eventually be snuffed. Light, likewise life, will fade away, and all we know of the present, past, and future, will be of a dream upon a faint memory; the universe will cease to live on.
For thousand of millennia, life has spread through the universe. Beings of extraordinary capabilities, intelligence far beyond what seems possible, explored the far reaches of the unknown. Planets, systems, galaxies bustled with the species smart enough to develop new technologies, invent new practices, and think logically. Wars were fought, civilizations have succeeded through the misfortunate downfall of others; bloodshed was not uncommon, and it seemed that at the very least universal peace was unattainable.
Long ago, the universe was filled with small civilizations that were limited to their technologies. They all had one thing in common; each and every one of them thought that they were alone in their seemingly endless universe, and each and every one of them were wrong. Years, no, eons passed, and these infant civilizations matured. They expanded their territories and scientific capacities to an extent where they colonized planets of their systems, and the darings ones ventured beyond. The almost infinite energy they managed to extract from their native stars seemed to be a breakthrough, but it was not enough. Life was greedy, and it was ever-growing.
Only a few hundred millennia ago did the galactic show really start. The first civilizations made contact with each other, and this primitive form of communication would expand to something much, much greater; and a hundred-fold more devastating. Technologies like quantum physics, atomic manipulation, and nanotechnology were considered to be a thing of the past, and these galactic nations started thinking amongst themselves. Did they want more? Surely, they were big enough, powerful enough, but the lust for more land was overwhelming. Gradually, over the course of the universe's history, the civilizations built bigger and better colonies. Ships and armies were raised, and tensions arose between the many civilizations that called their galaxies home.
Blood was shed. Trillions upon trillions of intelligent organisms were killed in the inevitable greed for more land, more power. The galaxy saw more and more violence over the years, and civilizations were razed in the snap of a finger. Some considered themselves to be gods, ruling over the petty empires who kneeled beneath them. Others wanted nothing more but to pursue peace, and seldom succeeded. But the nations spread across the stars would learn eventually. Death among the many innocent populations was not the only form of death, either. The galaxy itself appeared as if it were sentient, slowly draining itself of power all the while observing the little nations fight over and destroy its many stars.
Now, the galaxy is at a final point in its life. War is not as frequent as the previous years of the universe, but it still happens. Stars are burning out, civilizations that once sat upon mighty thrones proclaiming their might throughout the stars disappeared almost over night. Only the most advanced ones remained, struggling to overcome the cold, empty, natural destruction brought on by the ever-aging stars.
Some say, if you listen closely, on a cold winter night with a small, cold star sinking below the horizon, you can hear it sing. Not the star itself, but the civilizations that used to speculate the possibilities of an infinite universe, the early astronomers who thought they were the centre of the universe. Those civilizations are gone now, and only several advanced civilizations remain to hear them sing. To hear the universe sing. So, the next time you are out, standing over a cliff peering down over the horizon, listen for it. Listen for the Song of Dying Stars.
.
And thats about it for now. All I've got is a brief description and brief history, but its still being worked on. Hope you enjoyed, and feedback is greatly appreciated! =D. Thanks!
ShinySurskit
Also, don't steal my idea for this role-play, or any of the names or stuff, please. :P