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Narcissia - The Moebius Syndrome

Narcissia - The Moebius Syndrome

What is real?
If you feel as you do in the real world...is it truly any different from that cruel world?

As you forlornly gaze outside of your classroom window, you cannot help but realize just how pleasant your life is. You're about to graduate, and soon you will be going into University. Or would you be taking to cram school? You don't really know. All you did know was that April was fast approaching, and your options were limited. You even took note of that letter you got, talking about a potential secret admirer. High school life was so idyllic...Almost like it was out of a fantasy itself.

The humdrum soon dies out, as you find yourself seated on the front row. First, it was the Principal. Declaring how you, a fine student of Hyakuji Highschool, were to now graduate into the world. Followed by an eccentric fellow named Satoshi Kinoshita, who raved about just how pleasant it was to be with you and your classmates. Formulaic, yet you were simply looking forward to the day, when you and your friends would be going out to try that new Ramen shop. Yet, as you close your eyes, you could not help but remember those harrowing images in your mind: needles, drugs, even violence...you had much to be grateful for, to be sure...but when you open your eyes.

WELCOME TO HYAKUJI HIGHSCHOOL, FIRST YEAR STUDENTS!

You could hardly believe what you see. Seated in that same spot, you watched as that same eccentric fellow, a supposed 'Upperclassman' tells you of the wonders that await you in the most illustrious days of your life in Hyakuji Highschool. Suddenly...like weights falling in your heart, you begin to realize. How often had these signs been here, whether you tried to ignore it or denied it...

And then, you see it. The faces of some of your students fading into static, their bare forms stripped to wire frames, only for static to cloud your vision, as everything came back anew. It all made sense now. It wasn't that you were losing your mind...but clearly, you were trapped in this reality. Forced to relive those idyllic four years in highschool, having forgotten everything about the real world...

And then, it comes to you. Those terrible visions of a bleak life? Trauma? Cruelty? This place...Narcissia, the realm of illusion, was your escape. An escape from an ignorant, harsh and cruel world. Yet, to know that you lived in a fake, fabricated world, you summon the resolve to break free from this false reality, especially as the eyes of those in control turn towards you and the shapes of some students warp into hideous beings...

Now is the time to fight. Now it is the time to break free.
Welcome...to Narcissia.

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Plot Summary: Since the breakthrough in VR technology, more and more people find their way inside the virtual simulation game Narcissia, a place where anyone can escape their painful and broken lives in order to live an idyllic fantasy as Highschool students in a Tokyo Private school. Yet, more and more people eventually forget their own realities, and you are one of them. Awakening to the realization that you are trapped in this lifeless paradise, you summon the strength from within, Conceptualizing your inner strength as you seek to break free from this gilded bird cage. Opposing you would be none other than the system itself and it's enforcers: the Septentriones, bent on preventing you from leaving this place.

Themes: Higschool, Anime, Escapism, Trauma, Trapped in VR, RPG format (Optional), Dice rolling (Optional)
Dice/Combat style: Threshold dice rolling combat, if desired. Optional.
Warning: This story will touch upon very sensitive, dark and often times controversial themes. All characters, even PC characters, will have this aspect of their backstory, even if their 'avatars' are typical Highschool Anime characters.

Struggle for Side 6

While to gloryhounds being asked to remain at the rear was nothing short of an insult, but such commands were a godsend for him. "U-Understood, Lieutenant." He stated, lacking any backbone as he slowed the cruise speed of his Mobile Suit. Unlike many others from the Quintzem squadron Reyson liberally depended on the guide assistance program onboard the GM II Custom, leaving little wonder why he had an atrocious weapon accuracy rating. Keeping a close eye on the TITANS formation Reyson held his beam rifle forward, keeping the machine gun close at hand.

Tense and utterly stationary, the confinement of the cockpit unnerved the spacenoid greatly. Camilla charged in recklessly, much like all the other war-hungry members of the squad. "I...I can do this...I can do it..." He tried to aim, his hands a little unstable as he fired a shot. "W-wah!" He cried out in surprise, the projectile definitely missing by a wide margin.Of course, the shot missed, but was quite close to where Camilla was flying to. "S-sorry!" He apologized, trying to steady his aim.

His palms sweating, knees weak and his arms heavy, he tried to focus and lead the break-away units, keeping a close eye on whichever may come and assault the Hawthorne directly...

Struggle for Side 6

It certainly wasn't his first rodeo, but every time he felt himself lean into the backrest of the cockpit he felt as though this had been the first time he was asked to sortie. Well, ignore the fact he literally soiled himself in his first battle, only to be escorted back to the Hawthorne when his GM-2 was disabled in battle. The horrors of war was something he had yet to accept: every time he pulled the trigger a life would be cut short. No matter what platitudes Tomimi or Captain Levi would say, he just couldn't shake it off. Perhaps they...were no different than him? Yes...that had to be it.

Late to come to formation, late to launch, as always. "Mmgh..." He sighed uneasily, easily enervated by the spirited if not excited comments of the others in the squadron. Quintzem...truly a strange name, one he had hesitantly patched onto his sleeve as a part of the uniform. "T-three? A-alright...I'll do what I can." Yes, ever so reluctant Reyson said what was expected of him, when in reality you could count on him panicking last minute and having to be bailed out of the battlefield. Reyson did lack a killer's instinct; while it was true his piloting skills were impressive for a simple greenhorn, his tendency to lose focus and panic outright was something wildly atypical of a soldier.

As always, he lagged behind, despite being armed with a BOWA·BR-S-85-C2 Beam Rifle, the base standard of any king of RMS-179 GM-II. Along with a beam saber and an MMP-78 Machine Gun on reserve at his back, perhaps as a fall-back weapon should it come to such. As one who frowned on close-combat scenarios, he purposfully lowered the energy output of his beam saber, expecting to seldom use such a weapon to save on battery power. Raising his rifle, laxly did Reyson begin to trace the flight trajectory of the incoming hostiles, his hands shaking as he held a finger close to the trigger. Berate him as they may, but he would never fire the first shot. Perhaps it was still his...cowardly instincts kicking in, even though their enemy had every intention of killing them.

Reyson's breathing became a bit labored, even though they had yet to engage the enemy. Typical of the anxious spacenoid.

Struggle for Side 6

As always, Reyson tried to hide his fear of battle behind a relatively thin screen of indifference. Yet no amount of ignorance could distract him from the reality of his new situation. Within the cramped interior of the Hawthorne, there was only conflict. He could never understand why some openly desired, even going so far as to anticipate the battles they would fight. Were they so uncaring as to forget the value of their own lives? As usual, last to the mobile suit bay was none other than Reyson McGillis. The very face of the 'submissive' masses quick to forget about the valiant Principality of Zeon's struggles, had it not been for the rescue mission in Side 2 he would have still lived his fragile life.

Freedom, Newtypes, Liberty, legacy...who cares? What good is all that when you were dead? Though afraid to voice his disdain for his squad commander, Reyson hastily slipped on his normal suit. To continue living in the Hawthorne you had to justify just why they had to feed your mouth. Too weak to handle heavy gear and too inexperienced to memorize an entire interface the choice was unanimous: pilot a Mobile Suit. To return now was to embrace death with open arms...but to stay within the Hawthorne was to sleep with one eye open in fear of the TITANS. Yet...what good was it all? What hope did they have to fight against an enemy as strong and expansive as they, yet remained vilified by the entire universe? What good was their valiant death? Were they always expected to fight at such unfavorable odds? What if...what he gets killed? What then...?

"Nghh..." The truth was that it stung to be insulted as such, but Reyson tried his best to deal with his war-happy squad commander. The GM-2 'Chicken' was readied, where a quick layer of paint easily covered the blast marks from the previous sortie. He repeated mentally the procedures. Activate OS. Calibrate thrusters to align with the catapult settings. Initialize weapons systems. When the words 'ALL GREEN' was seen, he gripped the control interface well.

Lacking in enthusiasm, it was clear just who wasn't fit to fight in the battlefield solely from the tone of his voice. "...Petty Officer McGillis. Ready to launch..."As best he could he tried to hide his anxiety and reluctance, knowing well such timidity would displease Officer Tanzi. Reassuring himself that the odds were nowhere near as bad as it seemed, even though he broke out in cold sweat he held his maneuver controller steady.

Struggle for Side 6

Petty Officer Reyson McGillis
Spacenoid, AEUG Mobile Suit Pilot - RMS-179 GM II Custom , 'Chicken Run'
21 years old, 5'9ft

"I...just want to go home."

All Reyson desired was a quiet life. To live in Side 2 all his life. Unsociable and rather reserved, Reyson has troubles establishing meaningful bonds with other people. The type of person who rarely speaks his mind Reyson always believes in whoever is more confident and forceful to avoid any form of conflict. To that regard, he solely believed that the Principality of Zeon was wrong, easily taking in the reasoning of the Earth Federation to justify the oppression of spacenoids like him. In his mind, so long as they obeyed the Earth Federation and the Titans, he would have peace. No matter what he would not hesitate to give up anything to preserve his quiet life.

That would soon change. A sabotage attempt on Earth Federation assets within the Colony initiated a merciless manhunt for the perpetrators as the Titans arrested dozens of colonists under the charge of sedition. With the intention of using the event to intimidate and spread fear among the spacenoids within the colony, had it not been for a timely intervention by the AEUG, he would have been summarily executed for crimes against the federation. Knowing well that staying behind would entail certain death Reyson had no choice but to follow the liberated AEUG members.

It was there that he would reluctantly join to overthrow the corrupt Titans as returning now would only result in certain death. Although Reyson has shown aptitude for piloting Mobile suits, he is still one of the most half-hearted and inexperienced soldiers within the AEUG. Yet, he continues to dream of the peaceful life he left behind night after night, desiring to simply go back home.