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And of course, it wouldn’t be me without mentioning how amazing newborn baby heads smell. ; - ; )
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As a once single-mother who was under peer pressure to get an abortion, I think there should def. Be more help for crisis pregnancies.
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The adoption process is a nightmare, tho, and efforts to clean it up should be taken.
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I know a lot of pro-life people who have adopted, even if they had children of their own.
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apocalypse & magical fantasy


W I P


יְהוָה שָׁמָּה
T H E N E W J E R U S A L E M


L O R E

יֶדַע עַם
They came to us, sprinkling like sand in an hour glass. Their gold glistened in the desert sun, and their powers were more encompassing than the sky. Slowly, their magic weaved a new world around us, and we became inhabitants of a new phenomenon. Forever our reality would be altered. We built temples for them at the beckoning of their promises. We practiced their words as disciples to these new religious orders. We became citizens of a new world.

For a while, the world was at peace while the beings of the sky enlightened us. They guarded and protected us from the evil spirits that once plagued our world. We promised our lives to them. We lived in their paradise. Until one day, when our guards were at complete rest, a new set of rules began transforing around us. These rules road on dark, shadowy horses. Their dark veils covered their large treacherous bodies. Their powers reigned storms of evil upon our world. They made newer, bigger promises. They created new creeds, which split us apart. They forced us into never-ending wars. They plagued us in a famine of darkness. They cracked whips of lightning over the golden beings we had once called gods. Again, we found ourselves slaves to our fallen nature. However, this time would be the last time.

With one tear of hope, a prophecy was foretold. It came from the Old City of Jerusalem as a vision in a dream. An oracle interpreted it as thus, the fighting will continue to generations. Humans will be sacrificed. Their blood and torment will paint the memories of every living thing. They will be faced with a choice, to succumb to the powerful urges of their fallen nature or endure the pain and suffering of fighting for their eternal freedom. A New Jerusalem is coming. It shall come down from the Holy of Hies and establish Eschaton. Those who choose to follow the darkness will perish, but those who fight for the light will endure forever in the world to come. And such generations have come to pass that we have been taught to believe, the New Jerusalem has already come. Some believe the gates have already been closed and locked to those not already inhabiting the Holy Paradise. Others have gone in conquest of finding the Holy Paradise solely for corrupted reasons, whether personal gain or destroying it altogether. Regardless, those who seek shall find, and not all those who wander are lost.


S E T T I N G & P R E M I S E

מסגרת והנחת יסוד
The world is in the midst of the apocalypse. The world is war torn. She’s been dying for generations, now, and some wonder if the world has already turned to hell — death is the only escape, which many use as their only option. Men have gone crazy looking for Eschaton, the New Jerusalem, the Holy Paradise. They have gone mad with power, pride, hunger, lust, envy, ennui. They will stop at nothing to escape the war torn wastelands, even if it means killing himself. Yet, mankind still struggles onward in vain hopes for something...

Regardless of who your character is or where he or she has been, each character has found himself in the Fertile Crescent, the most war torn area of the world. Legends say that one of the twelve gates to the New Jerusalem lies within the Fertile Crescent, the start of civilization and the area most inhabited by the mystical beings who came generations ago.

Technology has not advanced since the insurgence of magic. Mankind relies more heavily on mysticism and nature as the beasts have taken over. The dragons of the sky make traveling by air dangerous, and the leviathans make traveling by sea perilous. Warships inhabit both the sky and water. Beasts, tanks, and guns roam the lands, but cars still exist. Therefore, travel is not impossible but very difficult and risky.

Your character is in search for the New Jerusalem. Your character's reason for finding the Holy Land is unique and of itself. Maybe your character is in search for the New Jerusalem as a task from a powerful warlord. Maybe your character is a power hungry lord. Maybe your character is with a group that is seeking refuge and escape from the suffering the apocalypse has caused. Maybe your character prays to be united with his or her family once, again. Maybe, it is none of these reasons, but there is a reason. Your character is armed. Your character may know a little magic or how to wield some sort of weapon. Your character has scars from the world. Some of these scars are visible. Some of these scars are invisible. But, just like your character's reason, his or her scars are there. They are memories of his or her history, and if history repeats itself for those who do not learn from it, your character can stop at nothing to find the New Jerusalem.

Every human has his or her own mortal flaw. Some of those flaws are the same as others. Some are different than others. Some humans have more flaws than other humans. However, every human's flaw affects him or her in its own unique way. What is your character's flaw?

This is not to say every human is damned. Every human has his or her own excelling virtue. These virtue redeem mankind and give hope in continuing to live. What is your character's virtue?

Throughout the journey, which trait will win: the flaw or the virtue? Choose your traits wisely, because the sands of time are slipping away, and not everyone has the ability to make it to Eschaton, no matter how good he or she believes himself or herself to be.


M A P

מקומות


P L A C E S

מַפָּה



C H A R A C T E R S H E E T

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The Perfect Servant: Eunuchs and the Social Construction of Gender in Byzantium by Kathryn M. Ringrose
P E T E R L A P I N + E S T H E R P U N I C E U S
T a y l o r ' s S t e a k h o u s e

The meetings and public pageantry were getting more frequent and tense. There were rumors spreading like wildfires, and the Dream seemed to be more of of a vision lost to a nightmare, now. The loose leaf information, they were trying to piece together made nothing less of an heretical icon.

Along the dark wooded tables, freshly washed with cloth, the kindred sat patiently, as undead generally found their whole life a giant waiting game, a chess match that lasted generations. This time seemed no different yet different in all of its genre.

"They're drinking others."

"One mind. One body. One soul."

"I-... It's suicide."

"Are the words, 'Beauty will save the world,' not words from a famous Dreamer, as well?"

Esther interrupted the conversation. Her gentle fingers charmed the beads in her lap. "Is this true beauty?" Her inquiry was laced with an inner depth. Her dark eyes narrowed at space that separated each Kindred. She contemplated upon true beauty. There was something perplexing and awesome about the rare Tzimsce, "Their ways are strictly forbidden in Via Caeli." Her quiet voice was stern, "This is the way of the Dream, our road to heaven. They've lost their humanity. Diablerie is a sin. The road of the Beast is paved with sin. The Road of the Beast is not part of the Dream."

"One. Two. Three. Four. Five," Peter began. His head ticked at thin air to the rhythm of Esther's fingers guiding prayers along the beads. "Raz. Dva. Tri. Chet'yre. Pyat." A crooked smile began etching and twisting itself over his lips.

"A hare went out for a w-a-a-lk. Suddenly a hunter appeared, and shot the hare. Bang bang. Oh! Oh! Oh! My hare is going to die. He was b-brought home, and he turned out to be alive..." A laughter tried to escape him.

"Ah," the Brujah interjected through the Malkavian's outbreak, "Was it not Anatole himself who saw this happening? He committed diablerie on many occasions." The Archeunuch sniffed his fingers as he thought about all this, "They whisper to him about Gehenna."

"Octav-io. Octav-iooooo." The Malkavian growned. His hands slowly reached for his head, "No, no, noooo."

"Although, I do understand fully, there was an androgynous beauty of which the Byzantines relentlessly wished to capture," the Archeunuch continued. "And, it is not that of what Sascha has done to themselves." His eyes met with Esther in agreement. "Furthermore, I have the ability to understand why Anatole may appear to have broken some rules." His gaze left the Ventrue and cast carefully at the frantic Malkavian. "Do we not all sometimes?"

The other Malkavian stiffened her shaky posture at the words of Andre. Her eyes darted from the Brujah to Peter and then to her cellphone -- desperately awaiting some phone call from the Camarilla to summon her return. It was difficult leaving her daughter with them, and once she had taken her back, she would be free, again, "I-I-I d-do-do-do not l-like it wh-when h-h-he m-mentions... when he mentions Octavio." She glared at Andre. Psychotic tendencies swirled in her mind.
@LegendBegins and @chrysocoma

“What do you mean? You should know, since you’re part of this dream.”

Suzi’s eyes glazed over at what the older girl was saying, “A… dream?” This thought took a while for the younger minded girl to process, “I… I just woke up here. I didn’t know we were in a dream.” She looked at her feet and bit her bottom lip and contemplated her own conclusion before looking up to Aki, again, “I thought we were in a video game.”

Aki had to double take at the girl’s words. A video game? What would that even mean? What would that look like No, this was obviously a dream. It had to be. But as she looked at the fanciful piece of technology on her wrist, doubts began to claw at her better sense of reasoning. “What… makes you think that?”

“Umm…” Suzi paused, unsure of how to address the question respectfully. Several thoughts flooded her mind, like Aki not having part of her vision scripted with technological advancements, “I guess it was the wrist band.” She held up her arm for show, “And the symbols in the sky…” Her arm lowered, “And… th-the vision in my eyes?” Suzi forced a smile, feeling uneasy about attempting to correct the older girl, “You have those, too, right?”

The child’s words were unexpectedly grating to Aki. It wasn’t as if they didn’t make sense, but… but she couldn’t afford for them to be true. Because if this wasn’t a dream… what else could possibly be going on? She had to admit, between the floating text, the weird looking watch, and the uneasy feeling she got when she looked at the world surrounding them, it did feel like it could be some kind of video game. Aiming to hold onto the more pleasant scenario a moment longer, Aki took a breath and smiled back. “You don’t think it might be a dream about a video game?”

“A dream about a video game?” Suzi repeated slowly, “Does that mean we are having the same dream?”

“Well, it would mean that you’re part of the dream.” Aki’s dreams were usually incoherent and meaningless, and she really didn’t like how human her discussion partner felt.

“I’m… I’m not part of the dream. I have a family… and…” Suzi thought hard on how to explain herself. Even dream people have families. “I just… I just went to sleep last night and woke up here. My family didn’t even celebrate New Year’s because of my baby brother,” she said with a trite of lament in her voice, “I thought we all woke up here.”

“A… family?” Aki tried with all her might to believe that this girl might be anything but real. Maybe some sort of subconscious persona, or even a secret angel or something. Anything but a fellow kidnappee in a weird video game version of reality. If this girl really was a person, she would have to know something that Aki couldn’t possibly know. And Aki would have to have some sort of way to make sure she wasn’t just making up an answer. Okay, perfect—a solid plan without any actual way to pull it off. Great start. “Maybe… maybe you could tell me a little bit about them? And about yourself too?”

Suzi felt at ease as the older girl seemed to take interest in her explanation, “My name is Takada Suzuki. I am eleven years old. I attend KAIS Middle School in Meguro City, Tokyo. My best subjects are social studies, fine arts, and mathematics. I have a father and a mother and a little, baby brother. He was born a year ago. My father is a teacher, and we… we moved to Tokyo when my mother became pregnant with my baby brother.” The child took in a deep breath, realizing that she had still been adjusting to all the recent changes in her life, “My mother used to be a teacher, too, but it was easier this way, and my mother would have more time with my baby brother. I don’t really understand, because we used to live in the country, with big acres of land! Now, and now, it’s just the city and a small apartment. I sleep in my own room, now, though. My father and mother say that we have a nice sized apartment. I believe them. It’s just different, like a new adventure. In fact, we have lights that turn on-and-off with a clap! It’s much more interesting than the country house, even… I still miss the country house, but I love my baby brother more..” Suzi paused, contemplating on what she had just spoken to Aki, and then proceeded to follow her question, “What are you and your family like?”

Tokyo? The girl’s brief description of her life left Aki reeling—the older teen had hardly been outside of Miami, let alone a country as foreign to her as Japan. The only thing keeping her from going off the deep end and considering that this crazy dream might just be real was the thought that she had watched way too much anime the past couple weeks. “M-my family?” She hadn’t expected to be interrogated in her own dream. “Well, I have a mom… and a dad. And…” Aki stumbled over her words, trying to come up with anything more interesting than ‘I have pretty much no future plans right now and live with my parents.’ She settled on “They’re nothing special. I’m taking a gap year before I start college.”

“No plans for the future?” Suzi had never heard of this concept, or if she had, she was unfamiliar with it, “How is that possible?” She asked, almost forgetting where they were and how they had met. The lack of direction in the older girl’s life was troubling. Suzi wished to be respectful, but it was getting harder and harder for her to understand where the older girl was coming from.

“Well… I do plan to go to college at some point.” Aki’s left arm brushed her right, and she could practically feel the child’s eyes burning judgemental holes into her forehead. “I just… you know, don’t really know what I want to do right now. I’m still trying to figure that out.” Of course, Aki’s day-to-day life as an employee for the local skating rink didn’t do her any good on that front; she had wanted to travel the world and see all there was to see, but as she quickly discovered, traveling anywhere took money. Money that she didn’t have. And now this kid was telling her that those plans could be further disrupted by being trapped in some kind of demonic video game for the rest of her life.

It was getting harder not to judge the older girl. Suzi had never heard of such disorganized living. What are her parents like? She wondered if they even cared. Her parents would have been furious with her for not knowing what she wanted to be. In fact, she was already deciding on becoming a school teacher, as well. Although, her mind was not completely made, yet, “D-don’t your parents care?” She asked in a bashful manner.

Aki was taken aback by the child’s question. “Well—well yeah.” She stammered, trying to recover from the inadvertent jab. “If they didn’t care, they would have shipped me off to some college somewhere instead of giving me a year to try to figure out what I want from life. I mean, if we’re stuck in a video game, then I guess it doesn’t really matter all that much what I decide to do.” Aki choked out an awkward laugh at the lackluster attempt to change the subject. She didn’t get what was so hard to understand about her situation—it’s not like she was the only one out there trying to deal with figuring out who she was, right?

A blank stare glazed over Suzi’s face as she attempted to understand and process the entirety of Aki’s response — awkward laughter of a serious subject and all; however, all she could think of saying in response was, “Stuck? Why do you think we’re stuck?” She wanted to continue asking Aki questions about her parents. They seemed odd. Her parents would never operate in such a manner. It seemed as if Aki’s parents did not care about her, but Aki was right to change the subject back to the original topic. The thought that she would be stuck in this strange world never crossed her mind. Being trapped was a new feeling.

“Well, I don’t know what you’re seeing, but I don’t have a logout button.” VR was just some kind of niche hobby that Aki didn’t have nearly enough money to get into, but she imagined if there was ever going to be some kind of inescapable virtual reality death game, this would be it. The floating text and menu-like fixtures more or less guaranteed that. Her friend Ashley would be having a ball in this thing with her VR headset and Sword Art Online obsession, and would probably be pretty good at it to boot. Well, whatever “it” was supposed to be. Aki made a mental note to never make fun of Ashley’s weird tech hobbies again.

Suzi’s eyes darted across the digital screen several times, right-to-left, up-down. She did not see a logout selection, either. Her head turned downwards to her wrist, and she tapped the wristband, displaying the white egg. She took in several breaths as she began caving to Aki’s conclusion. However, she refused to believe it, “My DigiMon doesn’t turn off…” She said allowed, realizing how tomboyish she sounded. She felt like a Tomagatchi was more appropriate now that she had said it aloud to this older girl, “Unless it runs out of batteries…” Her mind shifted, “Maybe someone else knows…”

The younger girl’s attention shifted away from Aki. The others who had entered this realm seemed to have awoken during her conversation with Aki.

>Build Rope Bridge over Spike Pit
C:\Expanse\Data\User_Data\Suzuki_Takada...

A small twitch on her nose caused Suzi to awaken as if dust had provoked a potential sneeze. Her small body lay in a bed of ground flooring, and for a moment, her mind immediately grasped to the thought, she had fallen asleep outside in the countryside, again... except, this thought did not seem correct. She no longer lived in the country. Her family had moved some time ago.

Suzi took several calming breaths. Her eyes scanned the world around her, first with the sky, then the ground, touched by her hands. She slowly rolled her body over, pushing it upwards, and in the process, she noticed a light yellowish colored device wrapped around her left wrist. It was right next to her small white Russian prayer beads, "Huh?" Her small voice opened for the first time as her eyes soaked in the nature of what she was discovering.

Her face slowly turned towards the other bodies, gently strewn around the same area. Her brows knitted together for a brief moment while she continued studying everything, and a small shiver went through her wrists as she pushed her body upwards and onto her feet, "Where are we?" She whispered aloud, silently hoping that someone else would hear her... like the girl the long dark haired girl, who was already awake and sitting upwards. Suzi was going to say something more to her when she noticed a small hologram over her vision. She swallowed, and took a step backward, almost stumbling over the air.

Welcome? Her crooked front teeth bit down on her fatted bottom lip, as the words changed in front of her eyes. The transition was smooth and not obtrusive to her vision, which seemed comforting and concerning all the same. Her hand waved in front of her face, as to feel for anything that could have been put on her head — nothing. It was as if someone had put a chip in her brain, Ah! Quickly and almost erratically, Suzi began feeling her head for any bald spots, but upon finding none, her hands loosened and began falling to her waist, again, except her eyes caught glimpse of her left wrist, wearing the device. She paused her juvenile motions and stared at the device, allowing herself to get lost in admiring and contemplating it.

A small white egg projected on the hologram screen. Babel... Program... Initia... lized... her mouth moved inaudibly to the three new words displaying themselves, and then the younger girl repeated them with a naively excited voice. Fear was still at the base of her thoughts; yet her childish endeavors kept her curious.

"Where are we?" Her small voice repeated, again, hoping someone would have an explanation. Anyone, if not the dark haired girl, maybe another one of the persons. Many of them appeared older than her, at least height wise. They also looked to be from different countries. Her attention shifted upwards, and she noticed a tower and five small boxes. This didn't feel like earth. Were they on some alien planet? Or maybe, she thought as she concentrated on the hologram of the egg, we're in some sort of video game.

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