[center][h2][u]Book One:[/u][/h2] [img] https://fontmeme.com/permalink/251015/73d30a6b79d944698b3213cd10deb2cc.png[/img] [img]https://img.wattpad.com/story_parts/1153808040/images/16db90a8af30a521971137596318.gif[/img] [hider=The Post Hider] We’re going to be trying something a little different from what I typically do! Usually the posting cycle is: [b]everyone posts in a round, and then a new GM post hits and then repeat.[/b] Let’s stray away from the norm for once and try something weird. ₁. GM posts will remain once a week, typically happening on a Saturday or Sunday unless something horrible happens. But in between [b]my[/b] posts, players will be able to post freely back and forth within a [b]scene[/b]. I’d implore you not to spam out 3-5 paragraph posts, and instead if you’d like to post more than once in a round you make sure that you’re moving things forward with the space you’re taking up and not just shitposting with dialogue. ₂. Within my posts I’ll be distinctly labeling a scenario (scene) with brackets to indicate a time/location/situation where players can interact without the GM needing to interact immediately for the narrative to progress. This means you’ll be able to puppet your handlers, talk to NPCs, and interact with your environment with the restriction to this being combat. Here’s an example of what a scene would look like. [b][u]Morning The Empty Vessel Bar, New York City[/u][/b] [center][u]Gathering Information[/u][/center][right][@Person1][@Person2][@Person3][/right] ₃. Last but certainly not least, is responsibility in posts. Let’s just list out what I’ll have control of, what you’ll have control of, and what we’ll share control of. GM exclusive: Combat, death, important NPCs marked with [color=yellow]colored text.[/color] Player exclusive: Your character, items on your person, things you are actively performing an action upon. Shared: Handlers, [b]unimportant NPCs[/b], and the environment. [/hider][/center] [b][i] Tensions are once again rising in the western provinces as rogue militants from beyond the walls have increasingly encroached on state borders. Most recently, along Canada’s southern Outskirts there has been an attack that has polluted one of the few remaining clean water resources for North America. The waters of Niagara now run red with a strange substance that is corrupting local flora and fauna into nightmarish faux organisms that the militaries have struggled to combat. Strings are pulled by the Catholic Church to— for the first time in many years gather numbers on standby along with their handlers and meet at a summit in a neutral meeting space owned and operated by the church. It is without the religious imagery of their exuberant cathedrals, nor are there priests or sisters to monitor the halls. Instead it is operated by a mixture of operators and political assets that are positioned in the states as a means of direct communication for their many instruments to coordinate. The name of this facility is “The Rookery”. [/i][/b][hr][center][img] https://media.tenor.com/LMGZ42sDJEAAAAAe/anime-jormungand.png[/img][/center] [b]”You’re going to laugh your fucking ass off. The handlers are going to be here later this evening.”[/b] Spoke a clean-cut man with olive skin dressed in a black and gray suit with tie and all. [i]“So, their abominations along with them— I assume?”[/i] Asked a smaller blonde woman, dressed almost identically to the man though sitting at a desk with a laptop. [b]”The ones that are paired with the handlers, obviously you fucking dumbass.”[/b] The man snorted with a shake of his head before turning to slump his ass against the desk his partner sat at. [i]”I don’t get involved in that shit Andre, have that localized general be here within the hour so we have some bodies on standby.”[/i] The blonde kept her blue eyes locked to the laptop, her black painted fingernails doing little more than click and clack at the keys of her black keyboard. [b]”Fine-fine-fine Natalia, I’ll be back once I’m done.”[/b] It wouldn’t be very long until the olive skinned man was quickly making his way to the back of the room, opening the door and marching his way out with haste. Outside of the Rookery was an entourage of frightened, excited, and unanimously hysterical new yorkers. Some held cameras, other wooden signs with doomsday rhetoric scribbled onto them. Barriers kept them at bay, and the armed U.S soldiers behind them probably reinforced that secureness for anyone entering or leaving the facility. Typically this building was mostly ignored, the representatives that came and went maintained a low profile to prevent any targets from finding assets entering the building.