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| ________________________ . I N T R O D U C T I O N ________________________I N T R O D U C T I O N . . . . . . . . . . . . P L O T S & I D E A S ________________________P L O T S & I D E A S | ____________________________________________________________________________________ . . . . Hello people! I've had some of these ideas for a bit now and have been wanting to put them out there to play, and here it is. As for some key info: I am in my 20s and would like to play only with people over the age of 18. My timezone is EST, and I am a college student, so my schedule may be a bit hectic sometimes, but I will always communicate. I am a multi-paragraph writer, usually with a minimum of 500 words but around 700-1000 on average. I also prefer to write in the third person past tense. I would prefer for my partner to be around that level for a smoother story and more for me to work with as well. I generally love to world-build and would love to hear any and all recommendations you have for the story or world, it creates the best experience for the both of us. _________________________________________________________ . |
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| _____________________________________ _____________________________________ O ' S A Y C A N Y O U S E E . . . ___________________________________O ' S A Y C A N Y O U S E E . . . Ⓓ ⓔ ⓣ ⓐ ⓣ ⓒ ⓗ ⓜ ⓔ ⓝ ⓣ Ⓨ Ⓓ ⓔ ⓣ ⓐ ⓣ ⓒ ⓗ ⓜ ⓔ ⓝ ⓣ Ⓨ ___________________________________ 1 S T S P E C I A L F O R C E S 1 S T S P E C I A L F O R C E S O P E R A T I O N A L O P E R A T I O N A L D E T A T C H M E N T – U P S I L O N D E T A T C H M E N T – U P S I L O N  T H E R E D C A P E S C A R E: T H E R E D C A P E S C A R E: D E T A C H M E N T Y D E T A C H M E N T Y ___________________________________  ___________________________________  ___________________________________  _____________________________________ | _______________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________ C O N C E P T ________________________C O N C E P T Viral. Traitor. Commie. Liar. The world hasn't been the same since the Hanselmann Infection. Welcome to the burning 50s. Since about the 1870s, humanity has lived among a sub-species of itself: Homo S. Infectum; commonly known as the Viral. These humans are ones who through the parentage of those infected with the Hanselmann virus inherited DNA that expresses supernatural powers. This emergence of something new, something powerful, something different, has thrust humanity into a new period of hate, of fear. In the present, the world cowers as the Red Scare blankets the globe with its talons dug into the mind of each and every politician within the countries deemed as superpowers. Proxy wars spread like a plague across every continent, supported by the powers that be as they toy with the lives of its citizenry for that of economic ideological differences. Korea and the war that decimated its peninsula have brought forth the world into a new era of hate, one which pounced further on the ever-feared viral population. The “Red Cape Scare” as new outlets had slapped the title upon it after the world had come face to face with the destruction brought upon by the North Koreans’ use, for the first time in war history, of widespread all-viral unit, the soldiers being ones who brandished a signature red cape. But for the world, the clock only seems to tick closer to doomsday. The tensions, upon the shores of Korea, burn hotter with the passing days. Trees are uprooted, bases blown asunder, and forest fires rage as the North Korean army ships more viral squadrons out to the field. As the years pass hundreds of virals fight and die upon Korean soil as the war rages on. The damage inflicted upon these lands is evident as the landscape was warped and twisted by powers the mind couldn’t rationalize. As the numbers pile up more virals and normal soldiers are sent to take their place. This is the reality of the 50s. The future has never looked so dim. _________________________________________________________ P R E M I S E ________________________P R E M I S E “You must have been one special soldier, huh?” Welcome to the newly created Detachment Y. You’re either one special bastard or have some friends in high places. As the premier all-viral saber squadron of 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment–Upsilon, or Detatchment Y, your existence is almost unknown. Likened to a surgical knife slicing through an operation obscured like a phantom of the night, only few will ever wear the patch in which you will. War has always been one dirty game after another. As soldiers fight under the vast openness of the day’s sky, you have been assigned to clandestine jobs that go bump in the night. You will do the work only whispered about in backroom meetings. As the first group of Virals allowed to work within the special forces, you’ve been assigned to handle the most treacherous assignments of the government that no normal soldier could tackle. You green operators never have it easy; Korea will be a hell you’ve never experienced before. May your powers save you, as the government certainly won't. _________________________________________________________ P O S T S C R I P T U M ________________________P O S T S C R I P T U M Who doesn't love a good superhero roleplay? This is a story I've had in this world sitting on the back burner for a little bit, and I saw this IC as a good way to put it out there. As for characters, that can be discussed more in DMs. Although, briefly, I am not looking for a set character type, gender, etc; any character you conjure up can work, although Detachment Y selects only the strong. This story is subject to a larger world, as mentioned above, and if you would like more details about certain aspects, please let me know. I'd be glad to answer! _______________________________________________________________________ |
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𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨?
𝔇𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨?
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| ___________________________________ =================================== T H E S I N S O F T H E F A T H E R . . . =================================== Trouble On The Trouble On The 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔰 ℌ𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔰 ℌ𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔰 =================================== . . . S H A N ' T B E H E L D A G A I N S T T H E S O N  “𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔊𝔬𝔡.” ===================================  ===================================  ===================================  =================================== | _______________________________________________________________________ =============================================================== P R E M I S E ________________________P R E M I S E ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢𝔫. 𝔖𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰. 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔪𝔢𝔫. 𝔄𝔫𝔡, 𝔴𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔪𝔢𝔫 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰. But like many good times, the prideful roar of the 20s has been snuffed out with yet only a whimper. A piteous cry sounded off, likened to a ripple across the country, as stocks fell to the nadir of their value and the market being left torn asunder to all those involved. Such brought forth an era of loss, one of suffering under the cruel grip of poverty, for but only that of the common folk, the one's whose hands toil in the dirt to bring value to such stocks, whose bodies lay laden in sweat to bring forth profit for little gain of their own. And for those who lay their heads 'neath the star-speckled sky of rich violets, blacks, and blues, in weary bluegrass mountains of inner Appalachia, experience naught but the brunt of the consequences for such a time. And as mines crumbled under the burden of but little demand and many workers, they are shut down as operations come to but a standstill, and the loggers who once ruled the area leave for thicker forests, an economy is left in collapse, a people are left in ruin; a destitute mountain range, with but little left but tales. Appalachia is naught if not a region of stories and tales. Folktales told around the burning glow of a pit fire, of a moth the size of man. Stories of those who come knocking in the wee hours of the night, in the skin of those that you know or but a stranger seeking entrance into your abode. For in these morsels whose souls stay upon this plane their eyes glow with but the deepest of reds, as vermillion as blood, and teeth as sharp as a blade. Any yet for all their power, you are the determiner of your fate. As your momma once said, don't answer the door to strangers; you never know if they bite. ========================================================= P R E F A C E ________________________P R E F A C E “𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 '𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖎𝖓'𝖙 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖐, 𝖓𝖔𝖜. 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖘, 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑.” Saddled betwixted the rolling mounts of Pike county, Kentucky, which pierce the horizon for but as long as the eye can see, and thickets of fir and spruce whose trucks extend to but width of three men in a line, stands the town of North Havan. A remnant of old money lost in the purge of the depression, which cast down upon the town, likened to that of holy fire descending from a force beyond but what anyone could comprehend. The mines which but brought Havan into prominence had lost the spark which the fuel they dug from the Earth fed. The logging mills, which once defined South Havan lost in the great fire of 1929, which made that whole side of town naught but ashen ruins. It is a town marked by it's divide of the rich and poor, and high and the low. And as well as one in which stories of heralded dangers abound in but every nook and cranny. It is but a town bearing the nickname of the society in the "blind spot of God." Where the Klan hides and rules in the woods. And where sometimes, you may even meet a soul that shouldn't be on this plane, that shouldn't be at your door. 𝖄𝖆 𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝕲𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙, 𝖇𝖔𝖞. '𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊. ========================================================= P O S T S C R I P T U M ________________________P O S T S C R I P T U M Ever since I had first seen the movie "Sinners," I have been struck with inspiration to play a story based around a similar supernatural Southern gothic story. And I thought such a concept would fit amazingly with the region of Appalachia, one rich in its supernatural folklore and cryptids which go bump in the night. Currently, however, it is a decently rough idea of a world I would love to build out with someone else and explore the complexities of this era of US history, especially in the area destroyed by the depression with that angle of supernatural forces at play. =============================================================== |
| _____________________________________ ───────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎─────────── A N D A S T H E S U L F E R A N D A S T H E S U L F E R H U N G I N T H E A I R H U N G I N T H E A I R ──────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎────────── 𝙱 𝙻 𝙾 𝙾 𝙳 𝚄 𝙿 𝙾 𝙽 𝙱 𝙻 𝙾 𝙾 𝙳 𝚄 𝙿 𝙾 𝙽 𝔗 ℌ 𝔈 ℭ ℜ 𝔒 𝔚 𝔑 𝔗 ℌ 𝔈 ℭ ℜ 𝔒 𝔚 𝔑 ──────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎────────── T H E Y H E A R L D E D I T A S T H E T H E Y H E A R L D E D I T A S T H E " W A R T O E N D W A R S" " W A R T O E N D W A R S"  ───────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎───────────  ───────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎───────────  ───────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎───────────  ───────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎─────────── | _______________________________________________________________________ ────────────────────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎──────────────────────── C O N C E P T ───────────────────༒︎༻C O N C E P T Aalegra was an old land, wherein mountains weathered and eroded to that of the stature of hills stood, where the ground was wrought by agriculturalists of days past, fed and watched as men rose into kings, and kings rose into emperors, and as empires fell into republics. Such was a land that had seen the shattering of bone and the ripping sinew, whereupon flint-tipped spears had evolved into swords which fell with the import of a strange power that brought only more blood upon Aalegra's shores. It was but a land of many firsts, yet many lasts. For within Aalegra’s lands, peace was only but a rarity as man raged on. For centuries, it burned. Like a constant draft upon a flame, it flared and sparked. Brother had slain brother, father had fought son; those who stood as the same people were pitted against each other in a battle of greed for even but the smallest piece of fertile land. Yet, in the now, the flame has laid dormant as yet another pile of coals. With the turn of the century, peace found its place, and with the turn of the year, it will mark a decade of prosperity. Though like many flames, even the smallest of sparks can turn into an inferno. As machines capable of killing from above are released into the skies, and vehicles with the strength of boulders are retrieved fresh off the assembly line, deaths smoking signal has never been so clear. Once again, blood has stained the crown. ───────────────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎─────────────────── P R E M I S E ───────────────────༒︎༻P R E M I S E “Dear Recipient: You have been cordially invited by the imperial family of Caezenov to the 5th semi-annual turn of the year ball.” Peace upon Aalegra is a brittle one, held together by a loosely woven web of loophole-riddled treaties and alliances hidden behind closed doors. The ball hosted by the Caezenov Empire every other year stands as a testament to this peace upon the land, one where the rulers scattered across Aalegra can come together in celebration of this period of growth. This year, in particular, is a special one: it is the first turn of the decade, 10 years since the start of this new century. Given such a monument year has arrived, almost all families of prominence have been afforded an invitation to the celebrations, including those in lands the Caezenave had once shattered. As Kings, Dukes, Prime Ministers, consuls, and more arrive, other forces lurk in the back. Rumors which has been disregarded as hearsay of reactionaries on the prowl spread in the back alleys of the city as more and more aristocracy flood within. For on such a grand night of peace, who would dare to spark the fire? ───────────────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎─────────────────── P O S T S C R I P T U M ───────────────────༒︎༻P O S T S C R I P T U M Ah, historical fantasy, don't you just love it? The setting of this story will be around a European-esque continent on the brink of its own First World War. Caezenov Empire is a relatively new power upon the lands, yet in their strides to consolidate their aggressive expansion has continued to pile beyond it's limits. Like a burgeoning mass, it presses against the thin layer of film that holds the flimsy peace in place. Doscen hide in wait in Caezenov lands as they sniped and fragmented what used to be their homeland, as their new rulers bend the knee to the emperor. The Conderation still keeps a watchful eye on the Caezenovs despite the rot that is consuming them from the inside. It is a period similar to that of the 1910s, radios and cars are breaking into prominent use, and gone are the days of swords and shields, as now planes rule the air and tanks roam the land. Electrification grows as the world inches closer to modernization. The idea is that at the ball, the family of the emperor is to be slain, which will send him down a war path that his country may not survive. It is a setting that I see can be played out in many ways; that of us playing nobility from the Doscen region, who are now are the forefront of the emperor's fury and must band together in a seemingly futile attempt to save their lands from an attack they had not initiated, or the we could play as the rebels fighting against a power that burned their towns and forced out their people, or even as figures within the empire itself, navigating the political landscape that was brought on by the war and the emperor who has fallen into a mad state. There are a myriad of directions to explore, even those outside the empire itself and in the confederation and its allies against the empire. I would love to build out this world with someone and explore the potential nuances of such a setting. Let me know, thank you! ────────────────────────༒︎༻♱༺༒︎──────────────────────── |
| _____________________________________ ___________________________________ D U T Y , H O N O R , C O U N T R Y. . . ___________________________________D U T Y , H O N O R , C O U N T R Y. . . Ⓒ Ⓐ Ⓜ Ⓟ Ⓗ Ⓞ Ⓩ Ⓛ Ⓣ Ⓒ Ⓐ Ⓜ Ⓟ Ⓗ Ⓞ Ⓩ Ⓛ Ⓣ ___________________________________ U N I T E D S T A T E S M I L I T A R Y U N I T E D S T A T E S M I L I T A R Y A C A D E M Y - H O Z L T , A C A D E M Y - H O Z L T , W Y O M I N G W Y O M I N G  T H E R E D C A P E S C A R E: T H E R E D C A P E S C A R E: C A M P H O Z L T C A M P H O Z L T ___________________________________  ___________________________________  ___________________________________  ___________________________________ | _______________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________ C O N C E P T ________________________C O N C E P T "This we'll defend" The history of the United States military is not one that can be reframed through rose-tinted glasses. From the days of soldiers wearing patchwork uniforms and sporting weapons that failed half the time to the modern era of weapons that fire at rates unimaginable and uniforms pristine and professional, it has always been a standing force of ruthlessness. An army that made use of every weapon at its disposal, from the shotguns in the trenches of World War I, to the nuclear bomb upon the cities of Nagasaki and Hiroshima, to now with their very own viral population. It was the 1950s that saw the construction of full brigades of viral soldiers, trained specifically for their specialties. And it was the same year that saw the first commission of a viral NCO into the rank of an officer. Yet even now, as the military stands integrated, virals are still sectioned off to their own units for "operational security." The world will forever fear a power it hasn't mastered, and thus sets the standard for the virals who but only seek to serve the land they were born upon. _________________________________________________________ P R E M I S E ________________________P R E M I S E “Ask not what your country can do for you...” But few know what to expect when they pass through the brick and mortar walls which line Camp Hozlt. Hozlt, Wyoming, wherein lies an institution which has freshly opened its doors to the inaugural viral class of 1960; Welcome, Cadets, your time won't be easy. Originally founded as a military base in 1890, Camp Hozlt has undergone recent renovations for its conversion into the military school that stands there today. As an offshoot of the original military academy in West Point, Camp Hozlt is a school specifically catered to virals who wish to serve our country. A school wherein viral's are provided a space to master and train the abilities that they have been provided at birth. Yet, the conditions that the cadets are shackled with are ones that go beyond the restrictions seen within West Point. The jurisdiction of freedom does not extend into Camp Hozlt. For but as you are under the military's hand, you shan't escape. As but the only time a cadet is allowed to leave the town of Hozlt is at the end of their 4 year stint. Godspeed, Cadet, because every once in a while, a cadet will disappear. And in this day and age, nobody cares about a missing viral. "...Ask what you can do for your country." _________________________________________________________ P O S T S C R I P T U M ________________________P O S T S C R I P T U M Here is a little bit of a twist from the same world as last time! I've always loved the genre of dark academia, and mixing it with that of superpowered individuals sounds even more intriguing to me. A dog-eat-dog school of college-aged students all competing with each other to show simply how they stand above the rest in a world that seems to hold them down at every opportunity, with a background of disappearing students and certainly unethical military research in the background. I would love to delve deeper into the story of two students enrolled in such a school. Let me know! _________________________________________________________ |
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| _____________________________________ _____________________________________ T O S E R V E A N D P R O T E C T . . . T O S E R V E A N D P R O T E C T . . . ___________________________________  ___________________________________ M A J O R C R I M E S M A J O R C R I M E S D I V I S I O N D I V I S I O N ___________________________________  ___________________________________  ___________________________________  _____________________________________ | _______________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________ C O N C E P T ________________________C O N C E P T "Gotham city, the home of one of the richest families in the world yet there is still the homeless around every street corner." But every American knows the Gotham city; the dazzling jewel of the North East. As a cultural monolith for both the state of New Jersey and the country at large, it's escaped no one's purview. Thousands of tourists travel the strips sporting their "I <3 Gotham" wear while students face the hustle and bustle of the never-ending Gotham traffic trying to make it to classes. Buildings that pierce the white vissage of the sky with jutting weathered gothic facades extend further than the eye can see, casting but a light shade upon most of the streets of the city. It is one where the tourists caught in the "traps" of the citizenry's Gotham merchandise would hearld as a "City of wonder," one where the opportunities are as vast as the population that floods the street during rush hour. Yet, it's own people will tell you a very different story A story of dirt, grime, and decay. One where behind the fake perstine tourist attractions lies in a city whose homeless population is the highest in the country. One whose rent rates are so low due to the curse of crime, which holds certain neighborhoods in a deathgrip. One where area gangs fight the mafia in the streets. A city of bullet holes in windows. A metropolis of crime and poverty, where the upper few sit upon their laid-brick tower with a view of the sidelines. For now, it's a city with few heroes but many, many villains. And while it may have that new up-and-coming boy in black, how long he'll survive on the streets is unknown. Currently, for Gotham, its savior is its police department. Yet, despite being the protectors of the city, it is trapped in its own corruption. The mafia holds several ties with the street cops and higher ranking members How long will Gotham last under this new surge of crime? Well, that is something to be determined. _________________________________________________________ P R E M I S E ________________________P R E M I S E “Congrats on your promotions! Remember, serve and protect.” The Major Crime Division, Gotham Police Department's Detective Bureau's largest and most premier unit. Besides the population of cops who work on the streets of Gotham, it is also the one with the largest risk of death. These detectives get into the mud, they sort through the sea of people who live within the city for the spill of evil within its waves. They take on the cases of the worst of the worst. By whatever force placed these detectives into their position, it is but a commitment one mustn't take lightly. Their lives hang in the balance, as does the justice for the people they hope to bring it to. For but as long as the Falcone family runs unabated, their woes will run Gotham into the ground. And for as long as the "penguin" hides in the shadows, his victims shall see no justice. And for as long the GPDC stays corrupt, none shall see the prevailing arm of the law. This is for you to change. For you to help fix your city. Stay on your toes, don't get killed out there, detective. _________________________________________________________ P O S T S C R I P T U M ________________________P O S T S C R I P T U M Ahh, good ol' Gotham city. The home to the billionaire play boy philanthropist Bruce Wayne, and several villians who are practically terrorists. Gotta love this city, don't ya? This story, however, is one that takes a step back from the named heroes of Gotham, and will take a look at the unnamed one: the detectives. The men and women who prowl in the day in the pursuit of justice, those who aren't hidden behind a cape or cowl. The general idea of this story is that it will follow to detectives in the GCPD Major Crime Unit before both the rise of Batman or Jim Gordan into complete prominence; something in a similar vein to the show "Gotham" or the comic "Gotham Central." A police procedural drama, if you will. I have pretty rough ideas for a story and it is something I would absolutely love to craft with another person. _______________________________________________________________________ |
| _____________________________________ _____________________________________ W E L C O M E T O T H E 2 1 S T . . . ___________________________________W E L C O M E T O T H E 2 1 S T . . . Ⓣ Ⓡ Ⓐ Ⓥ Ⓐ Ⓛ Ⓔ Ⓡ Ⓣ Ⓡ Ⓐ Ⓥ Ⓐ Ⓛ Ⓔ Ⓡ ___________________________________ T H E F U T U R E T H E F U T U R E I S I N Y O U R H A N D S I S I N Y O U R H A N D S  T H E F U T U R E ' S L A S T H O P E T H E F U T U R E ' S L A S T H O P E ___________________________________  ___________________________________  ___________________________________  _____________________________________ | _______________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________________________ C O N C E P T ________________________C O N C E P T LOAD SEQ: TRAV. PROGRAM: VER ONE . . . BEGIN The year is 2016; Lyon, a city in part older than the country of France itself, is the third-largest city in the country. By the year 2022, Lyon and its neighboring cities will be uninhabitable. Nuclear waste and material will have been spread throughout the majority of southeast France, northwest Italy, and West Switzerland; this critical event will end the lives of hundreds of thousands, possibly millions of civilians, destroying vital infrastructure systems and the environment in the process. The catastrophe will cripple and subsequently end the nuclear power movement in the European Union. Legislation will be passed to place harsh restrictions on the industry, and public outcry will demand the total phaseout of nuclear power. Europe will once again become heavily reliant on the dwindling supply of fossil fuels, causing the European energy crisis when all supplies of fossil fuels are exhausted in the next one hundred years. The perpetrator of this atrocity? Pierre-Henri Druveau, a multi-billionaire magnate in control of the largest natural gas and oil companies based in France. Druveau has recently become the head of Europe’s largest trust of fossil fuel suppliers in Europe, and underground coalition of companies led by but one man who’s connections form a web throughout the length of Europe. Druveau is a man primarily driven by money. His greed knows no bounds as he corners the energy market. Yet with the rise of nuclear power across Europe the power and wealth has been slowly slipping from his hand. Through dark channels with even darker sources, Druveau has worked to propagate several demeaning and outright false information about the industry across the country. After substantial bribes to high-level officials in the Autorité de Sûreté Nucléaire, Druveau has even begun using the cracks of corruption in the French government to help tear the industry apart. Yet as regulation failed to crumble the industry and as nuclear went on the rise in France and throughout Europe over the years, Druveau sank himself deeper into the underworld. Throughout the year of 2016, several cyberattacks have plagued nuclear power plants across Europe, dampening their security services and causing leaks across southern France in particular. At the turn of the year, a train carrying several tons of nuclear waste from power plants across Southern France unknowingly leaked the vast majority of it into the environment. This sole event, which changed the tide of history, was caused by eco-terrorists hired by Druveau. _________________________________________________________ P R E M I S E ________________________P R E M I S E “Welcome to the 21st, Traveler” This is where you come into the timeline. You and your time will be traveled back in time to Lyon, where Druveau is currently stationed under the guise of a business trip to discuss plans with his fellow magnates. Your job is to assassinate Druveau and to assist in the sabotage and exposure of the corruption across France. Good luck, Traveler. _________________________________________________________ P O S T S C R I P T U M ________________________P O S T S C R I P T U M This is certain a doozy. Travelers has been a favorite show of mine for years, ever since I first saw it on Netflix. In fact, my first actual roleplay upon this site was a Traveler-themed one I dreamed up, relatively the same as this one, yet less refined. I would totally recommend the show to anyone; certainly a top tier of sci-fi fiction. However, my discussion over my love for such a show can continue later. This roleplay requires you to have at least a brief understanding of the often confusing world at points from the original show to run smoothly. Below, I will leave a lore dump regarding it, though if you find yourself having any questions, please DM me or ask them in the following replies to this thread. "Travelers" is a 2016 television sci-fi show based on the premise of time travelers returning to the early 21st century to curb events that ultimately led to a future where humans are on the brink of extinction. The show utilizes the plot device of a highly advanced AI supercomputer located in the future, that uses a compiled archive of all the available information during the 21st century to locate events that are required to be stopped for the betterment of the future. In this universe, time travel occurs through a process by which a future consciousness is uploaded, sent through space-time, and downloaded within the brain of a candidate; replacing that candidate's mind with the one of a traveler. The AI, also known as the Director, is programmed not to take a life, forcing this process to require an event known as a T.E.L.L. (Time, Elevation, Latitude, and Longitude). T.E.L.L.s are accurate information that records the known point of historical death for a time travel candidate, thus allowing the Director to transfer the consciousness of a traveler into a host's brain moments before their recorded death. Traveler teams usually consist of 5 members: the team leader, historian, tactician, medic, and engineer. Each of these roles serves a different purpose; the historian raised since birth to retain large amounts of information pertaining to 21st-century events, including investments, T.E.L.L.s, etc, the engineer creates technology for the team from the future which is needed for missions, the tactician is trained in a wide range of combat/military techniques and serves as the tactical planner for the team, the team leader (the role which I will assume) and medic roles are rather self-explanatory. These traveler teams are expected to follow and stay loyal to the Grand Plan, the Director's plan to fix the future; the missions the travelers receive from the future on the deep web. Along with the Grand Plan, the Travelers are expected to follow 6 protocols:
However, these protocols are often broken to advance the character developed and your personal character's story. There are a few extra protocols such as Protocol Alpha which requires all Travelers to do whatever it takes to resolve the issue at hand, and Protocol Omega the Director will no longer be intervening in this timeline (either the team has successes or the future can not be saved). Messengers are a vital part of the story, they serve as temporary hosts for the Director for the quick delivery of messages outside of the deep web. Adults cannot be used as messengers in the story; a fully developed adult brain is not able to withstand the shock of having a consciousness temporarily embedded into it, ultimately ending in the death of the messenger. The Director will typically use children as messengers, as their brains are malleable enough to be able to withstand the shock. _______________________________________________________________________ |
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SAO-inspired game, where players are trapped and must clear the game to leave it
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Another game set in The Red Cape Scare world like "Detachment Y," yet instead of military action, it's a poltical drama and intrigue
(I have a bit of this planned out; DM me if you are interested.)
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A Harry Potter world Ilvermorny game or a general exploration of the American wizarding world. For this one, I would like to completely change up a lot of the lore regarding wizarding in America because, by all means, it isn't the best written...
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