Before I start; This idea has only been explored conceptually on my part, I've not formed a proper plot yet. If you're interested, we'll need to tackle some planning together first, and I'd be very grateful in having your contribution to plot elements beyond what is implied bellow. Enjoy!
WILL CONTAIN: Violent Brutality, Gore, Implied sexual* themes, Psychologically Dark Themes.
* Both the 'implied' and 'sexual' part can be up for debate though an age requirement and discussion is needed before hand.
Parasites of the New World
Monster, that is what you are. Nothing more than a monster. What you eat, what you feel, what you do can all be described as monstrous. You ARE a monster.
Like a sprout from the ground grows into a mighty tree, the new world too is growing into something mighty. Cultivated by the ashes of the old world and harbouring the burn scars gained when the old world flashed into it's fiery end, we live on. We survive. But to survive, we needed to change, we needed to become strong because the weaklings we were, were not able to survive. We were once capable of such beautiful things, but in this new world there is no room for beauty, not when the corpses of our weak litter our homes, not when the ruins of a past forgotten house our nightmares, not when the risk of an end to the new world is so near to us all.
But in creating our new world, in becoming strong, I wonder if we'd appear any different to our nightmares when we tare away all our skin. I wonder, if the new world is one that houses the nightmares of the past rather then defying them. I wonder what we are becoming.
But in creating our new world, in becoming strong, I wonder if we'd appear any different to our nightmares when we tare away all our skin. I wonder, if the new world is one that houses the nightmares of the past rather then defying them. I wonder what we are becoming.
Premise
Earth is no longer the wonderland of beauty it once was. The days are marred with thick black clouds of red thunder and the nights are so dark and thick with fog that even light cannot escape it. The events of the old world, forgotten to most, have caused an endless darkness that infects the flora and fauna, twisting it and mutating it into the Undesired.
But for you, the darkness is not such a bad place, it embraces you like one of it's own. It does not judge you like the others do, it does not wish you harm, it does not fear you or hit you or torture you. It loves you without exception.
You are a human, born of an Undesired who was once human them self. You have taken the intellect and form of a human, and the powers and desires of an Undesirable both as your birth right, but there is no meaning in feeding primitive desires. You long for something more than just the darkness, you long to understand your humanity. But humanity has changed and it is no longer as accepting as it once was, to them you are an anomaly, the very definition of abomination. You are something they cannot understand and they fear that, the line is drawn in the sand and they are armed and ready to meet you with cold steel, but you, who has nothing to loose and so much to gain ... I wonder, does this dis-persuade you? Will you turn away, back to the darkness or will you join me, as a Parasite of the New World?
But for you, the darkness is not such a bad place, it embraces you like one of it's own. It does not judge you like the others do, it does not wish you harm, it does not fear you or hit you or torture you. It loves you without exception.
You are a human, born of an Undesired who was once human them self. You have taken the intellect and form of a human, and the powers and desires of an Undesirable both as your birth right, but there is no meaning in feeding primitive desires. You long for something more than just the darkness, you long to understand your humanity. But humanity has changed and it is no longer as accepting as it once was, to them you are an anomaly, the very definition of abomination. You are something they cannot understand and they fear that, the line is drawn in the sand and they are armed and ready to meet you with cold steel, but you, who has nothing to loose and so much to gain ... I wonder, does this dis-persuade you? Will you turn away, back to the darkness or will you join me, as a Parasite of the New World?
