((An advanced jump in RP?
Yes.
The premise, if the introductory rambling is indecipherable is a mix of multiverse and apocalyptic. You can make a verity of strange, absurd characters here as long as they aren't something I see as too ridiculous to work with other players like 12 year old little girls that are really 1000 year old vampires or superman. Or your kingdom of hearts character for that matter. In general, just try what you want in the IC as your "app", if I don't want the character in this RP i'll tell you.
I may be a bit too strict, oh well it's all case-case so don't worry too much about it since I can just say your post didn't happen if I need to.
This role-play is semi serious, so the characters shouldn't be self-aware of their nature or the nature of the setting. Things may start out on Earth in a solid setting, but this RP will go places.
Munchkins will not be tolerated in this RP and I expect people to make advanced posts like in any other roleplays.
When introducing your character, try to do so within context.
I do not want people using the OOC, just OOC in the IC.))
The portals awake.
The reality of the world spurned by the existence of the ancient ones and their desire to rip the universe apart. A scientist calls it the big rip, the true end of matter and the end of any living thing to have ever existed in the scant, anomalous bit of time before the endless husk the deep future may be. But it is far more deadly, and far more immediate, and for more vast in stretch than ever imagined. The fabric of reality itself tethered at the whim of beings manifested in the vacuum of space, the brains without soul, without spirit or form, the realities of reality perverted by these countless minds as they ravage eternity.
The fusion of universes beyond into a honeycomb of complexity and perplexities, realities torn asunder and smashed together- no one has identity anymore, the fate of those lost in the cosmic abyss a mystery. And as said before the portals awaken, where the salvation may reside as the evils of the world consume voraciously world after world, brought in from realms beyond all one must do is step through and survive in the reality that now is falling to pieces. Every law of physics, every sense of consistency or logic, lost.
Perhaps there is a light at the end, perhaps stability of reality can be restored. Can the actions of a few, scattered throughout the depths of space, time and existence manage to find meaning in the madness? Or is it all a grand folly by these who dare band together in their desire to punish the atrocities of the ancients who now despotically rule over reality, bending it and smashing it as they please without so much a consequence? On Earth, by sheer luck and anthropocentric thinking came the knowledge of the universe to someone who was but a member of Golden Dawn, a Greek fascist party, whose mind surged with near-endless knowledge by forces unknown and seeing the degrading state of the world, if not all of reality, set out to save the universe.
Earth is where the journey shall start, where the chaos is most evident as numerous realities come together to consume it from every corner of time and space. But alas, it is far from where any would be hero need be to fight the ancients and their desire to bring about the ashes of time. And all one need do, is hope through the hoops of time and end up light years from home, to see just what lies ahead. And on earth lies these hoops to infinity, discovered by Alastair, in the corrupt hell that Greece has become in recent times. Seeking fortune for Greece, oh how far it has fallen from the conquests and control by foreign rulers and its ancient ways lost for millenniums before being picked up by foreign cultures, Alastair strove to become the greatest person in the world, and so he became. Inventor of the portals through time, he may well have found the key to survival in the apocalyptic times that have come.
In these desperate times, the United Nations funded Alastair’s ambitions to go into the depths of space in hopes of putting reality back together with the assistance of anyone willing to hop into the portal he has constructed, and anything that resides beyond.
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And now the story begins.
In the rocky mountains of Greece, a base forged of concrete and metal has been made around the humble house that sits at the top as military personal and helicopters zip on by, the base in of itself seems invisible, cloaked in the endless complex of trails, pathways and stony cliffs. Inside the base legions of professionals, officials, military and more work persistently to gather intelligence from the writings of Alastair and keeping track of any potential outside invaders that may lay siege to the base. The large hallways, concrete hallways and loading bays all lead to the portal itself, the portal to salvation.
And walking in those halls is Alastair himself.
Alastair’s modern shaved appearance and curly hair greet the soldiers, heavily armed in experimental technology as they walk on by. Slim and toned his muscles may be, his height shocks a many who saw just his pictures in the online tabloids, for he is not even being six feet in height. However his confidence as he approaches a sergeant does not leave him, as Alastair gives the gruff, middle aged general a firm handshake and greets the sergeant, telling him/her “It is an honor to have you as part of this mission. Many people from around the world now visit my mountain base.”
“Honor indeed Alastair. The world rests on our soldiers, if we fail the earth falls with us.”
“And the whole universe.” Alastair adds.
The general, not really caring of the universe, replies “Yes the universe, the end times be truly upon us all. I pray that our descendants shall prosper well, and that we will survive to see order restored to earth.”
“Ah, apocalypse. Strange beings infest Greece and the world now, I am certain that what lies beyond will be key to turning reality back to the way things were. I saw it myself.” Alastair replies to the sergeant.
“I can’t be assed to care of what they are." The sergeant blatantly tells Alastair, "They are there, some are willing to help us instead of kill us, but what matters to me is saving the world. As it is the job of the scientists to think about what's going on. My job is just to make sure the people of earth are safe from the demons that want to kill our children. Now I will be on may way as I don't have the time to do all this small talking about universes, aliens or whatever shit comes from those rifts."
Not needing much else, the sergeant walks onward. Alastair continues walking.
as Alastair suddenly begins hyper ventilate and drop to the ground, writhing about and flailing his arms on the metallic ground of the faculty. No one seems to notice the man, not even the sergeant who just spoke to him seconds earlier. The voices and images of a thousand generations fill Alastair’s head.
Manifesting from the voices comes a being without form, akin to a liquid with the pulp of eyes looking about, mockingly looking At Alastair, who proceeds to brutally barrage Alastair’s consciousness by uttering, “You foolish bastard.
All you are doing is prolonging the inevitable demise of your kind. It could be merciful and short, but no, the most insecure man in all of Greece must now make up for his impotent height by fucking things up even worse for his people and wasting his knowledge on some shitty pocket devices. If you were wise, you would spend your intelligence fortifying against the inevitable, but you are too retarded to realize the futility in your project. May you and everyone who believes you are anything more than a attention depraved ape clanging his hands together hoping to be loved die in the most laughable ways imaginable, and may no future come for your or your kind.”
Suddenly as the seizure itself, Alastair finds himself up once more. Flustered he is, he continues walking down the hall to see all the people who are here for the mission. The visions of monstrosities mocking him from the depths of time and space be damned.
As Alastair walks to the information center, a slight rumbling starts to occur...
Yes.
The premise, if the introductory rambling is indecipherable is a mix of multiverse and apocalyptic. You can make a verity of strange, absurd characters here as long as they aren't something I see as too ridiculous to work with other players like 12 year old little girls that are really 1000 year old vampires or superman. Or your kingdom of hearts character for that matter. In general, just try what you want in the IC as your "app", if I don't want the character in this RP i'll tell you.
I may be a bit too strict, oh well it's all case-case so don't worry too much about it since I can just say your post didn't happen if I need to.
This role-play is semi serious, so the characters shouldn't be self-aware of their nature or the nature of the setting. Things may start out on Earth in a solid setting, but this RP will go places.
Munchkins will not be tolerated in this RP and I expect people to make advanced posts like in any other roleplays.
When introducing your character, try to do so within context.
I do not want people using the OOC, just OOC in the IC.))
The portals awake.
The reality of the world spurned by the existence of the ancient ones and their desire to rip the universe apart. A scientist calls it the big rip, the true end of matter and the end of any living thing to have ever existed in the scant, anomalous bit of time before the endless husk the deep future may be. But it is far more deadly, and far more immediate, and for more vast in stretch than ever imagined. The fabric of reality itself tethered at the whim of beings manifested in the vacuum of space, the brains without soul, without spirit or form, the realities of reality perverted by these countless minds as they ravage eternity.
The fusion of universes beyond into a honeycomb of complexity and perplexities, realities torn asunder and smashed together- no one has identity anymore, the fate of those lost in the cosmic abyss a mystery. And as said before the portals awaken, where the salvation may reside as the evils of the world consume voraciously world after world, brought in from realms beyond all one must do is step through and survive in the reality that now is falling to pieces. Every law of physics, every sense of consistency or logic, lost.
Perhaps there is a light at the end, perhaps stability of reality can be restored. Can the actions of a few, scattered throughout the depths of space, time and existence manage to find meaning in the madness? Or is it all a grand folly by these who dare band together in their desire to punish the atrocities of the ancients who now despotically rule over reality, bending it and smashing it as they please without so much a consequence? On Earth, by sheer luck and anthropocentric thinking came the knowledge of the universe to someone who was but a member of Golden Dawn, a Greek fascist party, whose mind surged with near-endless knowledge by forces unknown and seeing the degrading state of the world, if not all of reality, set out to save the universe.
Earth is where the journey shall start, where the chaos is most evident as numerous realities come together to consume it from every corner of time and space. But alas, it is far from where any would be hero need be to fight the ancients and their desire to bring about the ashes of time. And all one need do, is hope through the hoops of time and end up light years from home, to see just what lies ahead. And on earth lies these hoops to infinity, discovered by Alastair, in the corrupt hell that Greece has become in recent times. Seeking fortune for Greece, oh how far it has fallen from the conquests and control by foreign rulers and its ancient ways lost for millenniums before being picked up by foreign cultures, Alastair strove to become the greatest person in the world, and so he became. Inventor of the portals through time, he may well have found the key to survival in the apocalyptic times that have come.
In these desperate times, the United Nations funded Alastair’s ambitions to go into the depths of space in hopes of putting reality back together with the assistance of anyone willing to hop into the portal he has constructed, and anything that resides beyond.
-------------
And now the story begins.
In the rocky mountains of Greece, a base forged of concrete and metal has been made around the humble house that sits at the top as military personal and helicopters zip on by, the base in of itself seems invisible, cloaked in the endless complex of trails, pathways and stony cliffs. Inside the base legions of professionals, officials, military and more work persistently to gather intelligence from the writings of Alastair and keeping track of any potential outside invaders that may lay siege to the base. The large hallways, concrete hallways and loading bays all lead to the portal itself, the portal to salvation.
And walking in those halls is Alastair himself.
Alastair’s modern shaved appearance and curly hair greet the soldiers, heavily armed in experimental technology as they walk on by. Slim and toned his muscles may be, his height shocks a many who saw just his pictures in the online tabloids, for he is not even being six feet in height. However his confidence as he approaches a sergeant does not leave him, as Alastair gives the gruff, middle aged general a firm handshake and greets the sergeant, telling him/her “It is an honor to have you as part of this mission. Many people from around the world now visit my mountain base.”
“Honor indeed Alastair. The world rests on our soldiers, if we fail the earth falls with us.”
“And the whole universe.” Alastair adds.
The general, not really caring of the universe, replies “Yes the universe, the end times be truly upon us all. I pray that our descendants shall prosper well, and that we will survive to see order restored to earth.”
“Ah, apocalypse. Strange beings infest Greece and the world now, I am certain that what lies beyond will be key to turning reality back to the way things were. I saw it myself.” Alastair replies to the sergeant.
“I can’t be assed to care of what they are." The sergeant blatantly tells Alastair, "They are there, some are willing to help us instead of kill us, but what matters to me is saving the world. As it is the job of the scientists to think about what's going on. My job is just to make sure the people of earth are safe from the demons that want to kill our children. Now I will be on may way as I don't have the time to do all this small talking about universes, aliens or whatever shit comes from those rifts."
Not needing much else, the sergeant walks onward. Alastair continues walking.
as Alastair suddenly begins hyper ventilate and drop to the ground, writhing about and flailing his arms on the metallic ground of the faculty. No one seems to notice the man, not even the sergeant who just spoke to him seconds earlier. The voices and images of a thousand generations fill Alastair’s head.
Manifesting from the voices comes a being without form, akin to a liquid with the pulp of eyes looking about, mockingly looking At Alastair, who proceeds to brutally barrage Alastair’s consciousness by uttering, “You foolish bastard.
All you are doing is prolonging the inevitable demise of your kind. It could be merciful and short, but no, the most insecure man in all of Greece must now make up for his impotent height by fucking things up even worse for his people and wasting his knowledge on some shitty pocket devices. If you were wise, you would spend your intelligence fortifying against the inevitable, but you are too retarded to realize the futility in your project. May you and everyone who believes you are anything more than a attention depraved ape clanging his hands together hoping to be loved die in the most laughable ways imaginable, and may no future come for your or your kind.”
Suddenly as the seizure itself, Alastair finds himself up once more. Flustered he is, he continues walking down the hall to see all the people who are here for the mission. The visions of monstrosities mocking him from the depths of time and space be damned.
As Alastair walks to the information center, a slight rumbling starts to occur...