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Oh, I didn't know it works like this i'll end the other thread.
If you are interested in joining PM me please.

Something cold and wet touched Tim’s cheek and he jolted awake. His eyes opened to see a tiny wave receding down a wet beach. He lifted his head confused at the site and why he was at a beach. He hadn't been to the beach since he was a kid. His mouth was dry and when he tried to close his mouth and moisten it he tasted salt and brine. Climbing to hands and knees he discovered not only were his clothes were wet but he was incredibly sore everywhere, almost like he’d been thrown into the tumble-dry fluff cycle of a dryer.

He sat up and looked around. He wasn't alone there were a few others with him but nobody he recognized. This seemed to be a beach on the ocean; aside from a sand bar there wasn't anything out in the water. Looking down the beach to both sides showed it went from horizon to horizon. Getting to his feet he ran up to the top of the beachhead. Cresting the rise he stopped at what he saw. In the distance was the faintest hint of a mountain. Between him and that mountain was a seemingly endless sea of sand. The desert went to the horizon to both sides here as well. An idea hit him and he pulled his cell from his pocket. He flipped it open and water poured freely out. his face sagged as he slid it back into its holder on his hip. Something was odd, but he couldn’t place what it was. Not that he’d ever been in a place remotely similar to this, but he’d seen movies. That nagging hint something was off wore on him and he sat down to think and look at the landscape. Then it hit him. There were no cacti anywhere. He wasn't even sure there should be any this close to a beach, but it was more then that. There was no hint of life, nothing. Not a bird or blade of grass anywhere, not even the buzz of an insect. Turning back to the beach he saw he was right; no washed up kelp, seaweed or grass along the beach. There was nothing. All he could hear were waves crashing on the shore.

He looked down at the group; the water had risen more and was almost touching a man’s outstretched foot. It was then that he noticed the clouds. Looking up now he saw the sky was thickly overcast but the clouds were pink, they were freeken pink! As his brain tried to comprehend the color he turned back around to the desert and the mountain behind it. As far as the eye could see was pink cloud. In the distance he could see flecks of green here and there but it was mostly just the pink. “Where in the fuck are we? Did we get sucked into the Never-Ending Story?” He asked himself. He tried to remember where he was last. He remembered getting fitted for and buying the suit he had on when he was at the mall. Then he got a pretzel, then he seemed to recall a woman screaming but that was a little fuzzy and it was the last thing could remember. Deciding the other might remember better or possibly even know where they were he ran back down to the water and to wake everyone up.
We had a slow start but we are moving. If your interested in joining just PM me
This story takes place millions of years from now. At some point in the future technology began to force an evolution into mankind. We began to become symbiotic with it. Nanites floated through the bodies of many throughout the known territories. But there were purists that opposed this “infection” of technology that plagued their time and they turned away from it, seeking to find a balance and harmony with the universe. Sarulians was the name they took to calling themselves.

Many centuries and millennium past and mankind became truly one with technology. Their bodies now produced a natural EM field that allowed them to interact with electronics with just a touch. Technology as a whole changed and the Valorian Empire was formed. It wasn't an empire of land, but of minds. All though the Valorians were able to communicate mentally by touch and through their technology over range, eons of genetic habit make verbal communication the preference when in close company. They retained a human physic but over time shortened, during the period we will be posting the average Valorian is 5’6” and the tallest wouldn't reach 6’.

While this was happening the Sarulian purists became one with their environment and evolution had a decidedly different direction for them. They grew both spiritually and physically. (Think Ronso http://i670.photobucket.com/albums/vv67/Golbez01/Ronso.jpg ) Minus the horn and with a much more human face. They became very Shamanistic and the color of their fur is dependent upon the tribe. There are nine total tribes. The Sarulian began to understand the natural elements of nature and how to control them and in time they became very powerful, each tribe devoting themselves to their own specific element. Through collaboration they were able to combine elements and create powerful ships and technology, a match of the Valorians.

What ensued was a civil war that has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years and has consumed four galaxies. The concept of a “whole human” is forgotten in the myths and legends and all notions that the two races were in the past truly one no longer exists. The war has gone badly for the Valorians; and if not for the infighting between the Sarulian tribes they would have been wiped out a long time ago. Now they have only a small territory hidden deep in a remote corner of the Pegasus galaxy. They use this as a home base to make raids against the various Sarulian tribes with.

In the midst of this turmoil a freak of nature throws a wild card into this divided and war torn universe. A rift opens in the desert of a remote planet dumping out a handful of humans from the year 2015.

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The above is a very brief overview of the situation our group would be plunged into. The story would open with a survivalist experience before the group is plunged into chaos of the situation of that time, part of the reason for this is to allow some character growth and bonding before stuff hits the fan. The mouth of the worm hole that sucks the group through time and space opens in times square and sucks up people at random, as a result the group doesn't know each other and is completely unprepared for what they are about to encounter.

For the app, I'd like the following. Try to brief and not to go into too much detail. None of our characters will know each other so there will be time for them to meet each other and get to know each other. Also please try to remember that all of our characters are completely unprepared for this.

Character Name:
Age:
Profession:
Background:
Description:

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My Character
Name: Timothy Mallow
Age: 32
Profession: Investment Banker

Background: Originally from upstate New York, Greg moved to DC to try and get into politics, after that failed he found he had an eye for stocks and moved to New York and ended up working for a major firm as an investment banker.

Description: 6’3” 210lbs. In high school he was on the swim team and currently visits the gym every other week so he is relatively athletically fit. Black hair normally in a corporate cut and has blue eyes.
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We will play PBP entirely, no dice or pvp. Checking for interest before I start.
Sad face. Only 2 people interested? I was hoping for 4-5. I guess I'll ask in the casual threads too.
Welcome to the guild! I do hope you enjoy your stay.


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For the app, I'd like the following. Try to brief and not to go into too much detail. None of our characters will know each other so there will be time for them to meet each other and get to know each other. Also please try to remember that all of our characters are completely unprepared for this.

Character Name:
Age:
Profession:
Background:
Description:

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My Character
Name: Timothy Mallow
Age: 32
Profession: Investment Banker

Background: Originally from upstate New York, Greg moved to DC to try and get into politics, after that failed he found he had an eye for stocks and moved to New York and ended up working for a major firm as an investment banker.

Description: 6’3” 210lbs. In high school he was on the swim team and currently visits the gym every other week so he is relatively athletically fit. Black hair normally in a corporate cut and has blue eyes.
OOC is here http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79277-a-future-far-divided/ooc#post-2555091

Still recruiting
please delete, went into the wrong section
I'm interested. Original concept involving pseudo-Ronsos? I'm in!


Awesome, I'd like 4-5 players including myself.
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