Alfhedil

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

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The GM hasn't specified a city yet, though I think that he mentioned that he had St. Louis in mind. As for the time of year, I would presume early June just since that is when the RP itself started.

@redbaron1234

Hmm, I'll wait then until word is defined on the city itself for some of the finer details then, but by date I was referring more to the year =P Is it alright to assume modern times/2015? This one actually matters a bit more, as my character's backstory depends upon when the RP is set and whether she was a participant in the Vietnam/Korean war, or the Gulf War.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

As an aside while I rebuild my CS, what city is the RP set-in and what is the date? I might have overlooked those two points, and I suppose they really wouldn't be of that much concern, but it would be nice to know.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

I have a CS from another RP roughly in the same theme as this kind, with a bit of work I can have it in line with the setting fully and up in the next hour or so(Internet willing).

What Stops You from Killing Yourself

Suicide is never usually the answer, but in the end, we all have our right to life. That does, unfortunately, mean that we also have that right to end it.

That being said, anyone who feels such thoughts and expresses them should be given the help they need. Whether it be serious psychiatric/medical help, or just a shoulder to lean on, as the people who are in the life of one with suicidal thoughts/tendencies, it is our responsibility to do whatever we can to assist them and help find a better way.

Depression is hard, and it does lead to such a path, I know it personally and to the point where depression is more than just a mental anguish. For a good few years, it was a physical pain, and even now after everything has mostly been dealt with, I still go through periods where I either feel extremes in emotion, or feel completely emotionless. Sometimes I think the only thing that has allowed me to drive through that depression is that I have nearly crossed the threshold by my own hand. @Flagg, as much as I want to say your points have some validity, it is never okay to put the blame on someone struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts. As much as it may seem selfish to remove yourself from the lives of so many, you should instead seek to use those connections to show that person that there is still a life worth living. Using those connections to guilt someone into stopping what they feel to be the only way out can have drastically worse results, in that you can either drive them deeper into their despair, or force their hand and give them that last push to commit the act.

It's something that really only someone who has actually nearly gone through with it would know, but the most terrifying part about it, and what should really drive you to help people feeling these thoughts, is that suicide is terribly easy if someone is left to their own. All it takes is enough time with their own thoughts and the need to make everything stop for good, and it can drive you to commit to an action that you may not truly want. This is why you should always be there for someone who seems to be acting unlike themselves, and think first to help, not condemn. Sometimes all it really takes for someone on the verge is to know that someone cares enough to say something.

Rise of the Stars, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

@duck55223@Paingodsson

I gave the NS a run through and see nothing off with it. It's got my vote of approval unless Duck says otherwise.

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@Willy Vereb

Just got the time to give a more thorough look through of your NS, and I'll say it's good to go as long as Duck okays the lack of a history section.

@Flagg

Assuming that you are still working on the NS, I'm going to go ahead and slap a green check next to it and say you're good to go.

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IC is go, if you're accepted already, then you are clear to post away.

Also! Time to begin with the mutual histories between the Synchronicity and anyone else who decided to listen to Cytherea when she roamed across the region. Basically, when she met with each nation that would give her the time, she left a way to make contact again, and vague promises of anything from mutual non-aggression to full-on military aid. It's really up to you guys just how far discussions would have gone¹, but take into account here one thing. No matter if the Synchronicity has promised full military support in some war, or the trade of materials between nations, every deal Cytherea/Ba'al has made is beneficial primarily to them. It's there somewhere, even if it looks like the Synchronicity has really taken a loss by providing something to a faction somewhere, it benefits Cytherea/Ba'al.

Factions will also start to rapidly become more defined in the Synchronicity, and where each Precept stands. For the moment, the only two factions that would have contact with the outside nations, are the Precepture of Ba'al and the Promethean Council.

¹:I reserve the right to say "There's no possible way she would have traded all that tech." or some variation of that.

Rise of the Stars, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

"For every empire to ever rise, there is always another that collapses into dust, for that is the way of the universe. Even the stars themselves will eventually die, replaced with a younger, brighter star nestled in a corpse of cosmic gasses. In this age where civilizations across the galaxy rise up into the stars, who is truly to say whether they are the dawn of a new empire, or the last daring hope of a dying species. For many, this will be the time where they will find their destiny, whether it is the one they desire or not. Go forth, young and old, and take your place among these stars. Carve your name in the heavens by either blade, silver or words, and be remembered."

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There was cold steel beneath her bare feet, the stinging of the cosmos below her a secondary thought to the damnation she had come to realize. Hoarfrost clung to balled fists, and slowly she sank to her knees on the grating, looking up at the equally cold being that seemed to draw such amusement from her struggle.

"Is this not what you asked for?" The voice was bereft of any sympathy, instead the curiosity that seemed so evident in his voice slicing deep into her. She had asked for it, but.... It was wrong. Everything was wrong. She could feel the tears attempting to come, but they were competing hard against the deep-seated hatred that was slowly swelling in her heart. He had given her just a glimpse of who she really was, a taste of her memories beyond her re-creation.

She, the one who had been his Cytherea, herald of Unending, had once been nothing more than just a human. Taken from everything she had known and torn down to her base components to be re-created at will by an ancient being that only did such for his own amusement. Or at least, that's what Ba'al had said. She could feel there was something else behind it, something far deeper than just one scheme of his to take control of the Consensus for himself. Four years had passed since he had first sent her out to make contact with the surrounding civilizations of the region, and four years since she had found there were others exactly like her. And there were so many others. Thousands of exact replicas, down to the very way they thought and acted. But why?

"Such is the way of lesser beings." He mused aloud, stroking a thin manipulator across her cheek as he knelt down before her. That mask of perfect silver reflected her conflicting emotions back at her, the short unruly red hair from where she had clutched her head in agony, and her emerald eyes staring, desperately trying to make some sense of the memories that had been locked in her head this entire time.

"Wh-what..." She struggled with the words, just as she had done four years ago when she had just been awoke from deep-sleep. Searching deep in her mind, she tried to cling on to what she wanted to say, but the Enigma Cloak around Ba'al made it harder to focus on what she needed. There, deep in the recesses of her memory, there were dark spaces that if only she could put light on them, she would be able to understand. It started with a whimper, her eyes shutting tight as she tried to focus, but as she found more of a grip on her sunken memories, she snarled and struck out at Ba'al.

There was a clatter of metal skittering across the floor, and she looked up to see the face of Ba'al no longer covering the cowling that served as his head. Tiny blinking lights leered at her from a mess of loose wiring and whirring gears, but more than that, she could feel the anger that emanated from this being that had been a god to her. She, the puppet of this Precept, had dared to strike her master, and even though she felt fear at what would come of her action, she was finally able to find a grip on those hidden memories as Ba'al turned from her to retrieve the mask of carved silver.

She laughed. It was sudden, just as her previous outburst against Ba'al, but now, she had a confidence that was beyond such an animalistic reaction. All of it was clear to her now, everything. No more did the cold feel so stark against her skin, the thin robe covering her modesty an armor rivaling that of a dreadnought in her new state of being. She was the master now. She held all the power. And though Ba'al did not know to what extent she had regained her memories, she could feel something different about the construct now. Something so primal and foreign to the constructs of the Synchronicity, even to the Precepts of Amnos, it was something that brought a smile to her face and reinvigorated her.

"I know now." She said simply, the words flung like daggers into the slowly retreating Precept of Unending. "I know everything."

The robes about Ba'al flashed brilliantly in one moment, the repeating patterns of light and swirling patterns attempting to reassert dominance upon her organic mind. It might have worked, but she knew it would happen. This construct never failed to follow pattern. Of course, it could not be helped, he was designed that way.

"I know what you are, Shadow Construct. I know because I am your master. I built you. You are nothing but a tool to serve as my replacement until this body of flesh and bone could adapt to my power. Your services are no longer needed."

It howled with rage as it knew how correct she was, flying at her and striking with mechanical power far greater than her human body would be able to endure. Easily side-stepped. All was routine to her, like a dance done so many times. Next he would attempt to disembowel her where she stood, sweeping at her with out-stretched manipulators splayed like rending talons. She would duck just as she had done before, reaching up into his robes and grabbing a fistful of the constructs innards and ripping them out from his carapace. Just as before, there was that sputter of surprise, and a curse upon her.

"Now, I will take my rightful place as Ba'al, Precept of Unending." She said, as she took hold of the dying construct, cradling it slowly to the ground and lowering her voice to a whisper. "It was all part of the plan, you were just an unfortunate casualty. Such has happened before, with different bodies, but it was to happen again. I now can feel the millennia of my former lives, and every string I have ever pulled to get to this point. The stars dance to my whim, for it is I that placed them there¹. Your creation and destruction is but a footnote in what will be a masterstroke billions of years in the making."

She could feel the construct's final release, the lights going dim across its form as it slowly went limp in her arms, but it did not matter. Her real prize was years away, and so many more deaths would come. This was her promise to him all those years ago.

"Betray me, and I will destroy everything you love, and when it is all ashes in your hands, then I will destroy you as well."

¹: Not literally.

Rise of the Stars, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP

@AlfhedilDid you read my NS, BTW?
Does it look fine?
Technically I still need to fill in the history and I will when posting up the actual thing to the character page.
I just lost my post when trying to cut/paste this for the first time and I still didn't find the inspiration to write a background story as good as my first.

@Willy Vereb

I skimmed through it a while ago when you first posted it, but I'll give it another go over when I have a moment free.

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For the sake of my sanity, use hiders.