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Well hello there. Sorry this page is a bit blank but I'm going to be putting together an RP here. It might take about a week or two to finish so Ill be updating this as I go. The reason why I'm not just working on it in a .docx is because eventually Id like some feed back possibly before I finish. Cheers and here's to hoping people like it!

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Let's clear the table: What the heck is Science Fantasy?! [+]

Onto the Mythological, Philosophical, and Scientificological (yes I made that word up) Underpinnings of this Role Play!

Now, you don't have to read all of this if you don't want to. Though, if you're adventurous and fervid, then by all means, it's there for you to read! However, if you're as lazy as I am, skip to the section that reads 'I was lazy and did read any of that'.

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I was Lazy and didnt read any of that! [+]

The Second Big Bang

Looking back, I think it all started around the year 2020. The world looked quite similar to yours (yes, reader, yours). Science had advanced to the point where we could blow up the world a thousand times and save it a thousand times. Now don't get me wrong, we did have the technology to save the world a thousand times, we just didn't care to make those technologies... but I digress. Flying cars still weren't a thing but we did get hover boards, which were pretty cool. War was getting less and less commonplace, though, we feared if a war did break out, it would be the last. But most importantly, nearly everyone had ceased believing in anything that science couldn't prove. Ghosts, magic, even love and God, were all cast aside for things like chemistry and physics. Subjectivity was becoming a dirty word and imagination was for children only.

And so, by the year 2050, novels were no longer science fiction but just science. Any kind of abstract art was replaced with photo realism. The world cinema became synonymous with documentary film. Interestingly enough, most people were okay with this. Anything else, to them, was a waste of time. Why waste time on fiction, something that wasn't real, when you could be learning about something that actually happened while receiving the same amount of entertainment? Hell, neuropsychology was on the verge of understanding the brain to such fine detail as to be able to control every action we made. Love? That was but the release and reuptake of specific chemicals in the brain. Our lives became norepinephrine, epinephrine, dopamine, serotonin, and more.

Though, there were a small few who fought against this. They ironically took the name of 'Drones', to show what we would become if we kept down the path we were taking. They were an underground group that originally only hoarded subjective material before it was destroyed (not that anyone was particularly destroying them. They simply didn't care to keep them around and thus carelessly discarded them, which, in turn, damaged them or lost them entirely). The Holy Bible, The Starry Night, The Picture of Dorian Gray. But soon, they began adopting 'subjective' ideas. They began believing in an afterlife, ghosts, god, magic, and love. Many believed that the Drones took up these beliefs just to spite the rest of the world. Regardless, after they began this trend, they quickly became a farce. It was one thing to attempt to preserve artifacts that were important to history; it was another to believe in ghosts and magic! Ridiculous.

And now, from where you sit, you're probably thinking the Drones are the good guys, the underdogs that were fighting for the things you still know and love, against the ridicule of the majority. Well, black and white quickly became gray when the Drones finally found the truth. The drones had somehow found that some of those things actually existed, particularly magic. It's still unknown if the Drones had a goal in mind or if they were just going through every magic spell they could find. Finding spells were rare enough, and none of them ever worked, so they acted out every one they could get their hands on, in hopes of finding one that was true. Well, they couldn't have found a more unfortunate incantation. You see, it was a summoning spell. By reiterating a specific text, one could summon a being from another world. How did it work? Not that many knew, but I, the omniscient narrator, can fill you in. In essence, it bent time and space. It bent time and space so much that it could collide with another universe. Once there, the target need only take a step and, [b]pop[/p] it was in the universe of the caster. However, the spell canceled out the gravitational effects that should accompany such a wild bending of time and space.

Now, magic, being the finicky thing that it is, needs to be done in very specific ways. Ways that the Drones knew nothing of. And so, the spell was not cast properly, but cast it was. For one, the bend in time and space had no kind of limit. It bent until it reached another universe, and kept bending. It bent through layers upon layers of universes. Hundreds, thousands, millions. Even worse, the spell’s effect to cancel gravity, yeah, that didn't happen at all.

And so, instead of pulling a creature to their universe, the Drones, along with millions of other beings (as the spell only allowed the travel of living organisms) from millions of other universes, were pulled into the vortex that they created. Finally, when they reached the bottom of this monster that they had created, they were cast into an unknown world.

A recount of The Second Big Bang, told by the Head Sage of Dymont, Satrina Moore [+]

“We sat, five of us, huddled in a circle on the floor of an old abandoned super-apartment. The candle flame in the middle of us danced in the cold wind that blew through the shattered fibro-windows that lined the wall. Not many of us came to these things anymore, as they were usually disappointments. However, those of us who did still managed to find the excitement in it. Dressing up in old garbs, finding your way into decrepit old buildings, holding hands and chanting. Usually the spell books we found were old and tattered, covered in dust. The book we had found this time looked as though it hadn't been opened in ages. Even if the spell didn't work, it was enough excitement for me.

Jennielle was the one to read the inscriptions this time. I loved when she read. She had an air about her when she read that seemed so fantastical. If anyone had the ability to cast a spell, it was her.

When she began to read, somehow I knew it was working. I could feel the energy between us five women circulate. It passed through our hands, from one to another. My spirit was theirs and theirs mine. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. Jennielle’s voice grew, as did the wind that came through the fibo-window. The candle flame became mad, dancing and bursting. Only for the slightest moment had I felt an itch of fear. But then, the thought of proving everyone wrong sang through me. We were right. No longer would we be shunned!

Everything in the room began to swirl around us. The old rotten furniture, the broken pieces of fibro-glass, the supplies we had brought. Our hair now thrashed in the winds that encircled us, yet Jennielle’s voice still overcame everything. We were right!

The loudest sound I had ever heard, like an explosion of a nuclear-DAD, erupted from everywhere at once. The floor began to twist and turn and pull. It looked as if it were a rug, and someone had pinched it in the center and began to twist it. We were on that rug, being pulled slowly toward its middle. We were right! We were right!

Our hands still locked, we watched in amazement. Though, once we reached that swirling center, we began to panic. Jennielle was the first to reach it, as she sat slightly closer to the center of the circle than the rest of us. We watched in horror as her legs began to twist and turn, just as the floor was. She shrieked and tried to flee but she couldn't. She reached for help but the rest of the girls broke away and began to run.

I had lost every bit of confidence I once held and attempted to escape as well but Jennielle was still gripping my hand. She pleaded for help, for me to help pull her out but I instead tried only to loosen her grip. Jennielle was knee deep now, and she didn't have long. Once she realized I wouldn't help, she began screaming obscenities at me. She pulled my hand closer to her now. She wanted to take me with her.

Time had never moved so slowly in my entire life. I kicked and screamed but Jennielle’s grip was that of a dying woman. She would never let go. By the time I realized this, Jennielle was no longer screaming. Her face had lowered and I could see her crying. She accepted her fat. And so I accepted mine. I was going with her. I leaned closer to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, of which was nearly in the vortex. She looked up at me and I kissed her.

We died together.”

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