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Current Is it *normal* to have a bunch of readers on your 1x1?
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5 days ago
Yeah, man. Ghosts are rude.
7 days ago
Is that how you get visitor messages? I thought you got them by being cool. ... oh, shit, I forgot I had any.
10 days ago
Climb into space with Dr. Steve Brule
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14 days ago
If I ever imply France in an RP where, for example, the context for calling something "French Toast" doesn't exist, you can know that's not me.
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I'm a generally chill gomboblin that can be kinda particular. I grew up with plenty of electronics and video games, mostly with games like Final Fantasy, Zelda, and StarCraft. Lots of Nintendo. Dark Cloud is pretty sick. That's a lot of variety, and I do like to play a lot of different games. I like to blend magic and technology in my writing, bringing fantasy into space and sci-fi.

Magic in space is something that I find isn't done very much. Airships and spaceships could make for some cool centerpieces. Skies of Arcadia did a fantastic job of this. Perhaps that's not in space, exactly, but it's pretty close. Some of those ships may as well be space ships.

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I'm not saying no immediately, but we'll talk about it. On that note, I'll describe my space crystal a little more.

Dubbed Luminium for it's considerable, slightly blue glow, one kilogram of this crystal gives off a constant, low energy signal, and results in high yield in a starship's reactor. It is not radioactive, and instead of experiencing a half-life, the crystal tends to grow after harvest. Not much has been discovered about the crystal's properties beyond it's use as fuel, though it doesn't seem to grow much in the barren, dead places it has been found.
@Lurking Shadow Sounds pretty interesting, but there's a few problems some things I've yet to reveal have with that. Specifically the crystal. I already have a space crystal I'm going to introduce, and perhaps we can discuss your crystal in some more detail, but might I suggest a chunk of Scourge tech, or an entire crashed ship, perhaps? Of course, that introduces its own problems, but that may also give us some interesting options in the future.

Oh, wait, I think I did mention it. Haha, I threw myself off because I described it as a mineral.
One scavenger and one, ah, undecided. Waiting for more juicy lore? Well, you shall have it.

The after effects of the apocalypse on galactic civilization have been far-reaching. Such wide-spread destruction and death set manufacturing and engineering back centuries in some places, introducing an era of technological decay. Some planets have enough old ruins that entire industries develop around salvage and repair, lacking the knowledge or technology themselves to reproduce the things they can find. Old space ships, from before the Black Year, are extremely valuable, and powerful, supposing the systems are in good repair.

Some planets have been sent back to pre-space eras, which spelt the doom of some settlements without sufficient agricultural or ranching infrastructure, or the natural resources to support a population. These graveyard worlds have been giving curious energy readings, but superstition keeps folks away, those stories if vengeful spirit and such that have been cropping up recently.

Edit: Oh, hello.
I shoulda clicked on the user when I check the notification. Tsk.

@WolfHorns@HEAVY METAL you folks still there? Great to hear some interest. Did you have anything in mind for what you wanted to do?
I swear someone else gave the thread a like. I wonder where they went?
Spirits and ghosts have begun to make their way through the rumor mills once more, and with a prevalence that cannot be overlooked. Ancient legends find their place in the conversations at bars, some poor soul claiming his hauler got eaten by a dragon come from the ground or some such, or to have seen a ghost ship, or have been swarmed by a clot of wraiths on the trade lane and managed to escape in a pod. Many stories, maybe even some true ones.

In recent years, deposits of a peculiar, prospectors began to discover deposits of a previously undiscovered mineral on certain planets. Such planets typically teemed with life, and lacked heavy urban development. The deposits would be found in the forest or deep in a mushroom grove of many glowing colors, itself within a cave. At the floor of an ocean world, and some gas giants have even begun to give strange readings.

The mineral seems to be some kind of crystallized energy, though scientists are still trying to figure out how to work with it.
The Scourge. Horrendous abominations of flesh, metal and mineral, it absorbs all in order to make the most efficient machine possible. Impossibly ugly, but indeed incredibly efficient, the Scourge ravaged the civilized universe before vanishing, almost entirely and all at once. This was not before it had wrought unprecedented destruction, especially to the Terran Empire. For all accounts, it had been outright destroyed, leaving any humans still alive without an ancestral homeworld, or an empire of their own kind.

Though most of the Scourge has gone, remnants remain. Incapable of production on any meaningful scale, Scourge forces only grow when fed, doubling the importance of keeping people away from known Scourge zones. Not much is known about the Scourge, beyond its horrifying nature. Some fools try to use it for prosthetics, seeking the ridiculous power of the hideous force, but such ideas inevitably turn against them.
The Tide of the Apocalypse Will Return


The apocalypse has come and gone once before, about two thousand years ago. No one disputes that. The remnants left behind were enough to destroy the doubt of disbelievers. There were zones of space that were designated off-limits due to Scourge presence, and any fools who had dared to disapprove such theories either came back empty-handed or not at all. Some idiot running a live feed put an end to things when both he and his ship were canabalised for parts, live on-air. The only folks daring to go in after that went armed to the teeth.

Some seem to be convinced that the apocalypse will return, but most are short on evidence. Theories vary as to why or how. Whatever the case, life goes on. People of worlds need feeding, pirates in various sectors need shooting, and something stirs from deep within the no-go zone. Old records indicate there used to be a people there, in what was called the badlands, but it would seem they'd been wiped out in the disaster.

Scourge activity has been on the rise, in recent times, especially with hostile ships coming out from the badlands. Some seem to think that the Scourge have gotten bored, but the monsters need to be dealt with. The military has a response on the way, but the Scourge are a fierce foe.









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Brief History


The apocalypse that came, millennia ago, was a horrendous force. Grotesque and with an eye for only efficiency, horrifying abominations of flesh melded with machine washed over the galaxy. The Terran Solidarity was hit hardest, with the scattered remnants of the once mighty nation coalescing at the edges of their now infested space. Though the Scourge disappeared mysteriously at the end of the Black Year, scattered forces remained. Those scattered, lingering horrors either spread their infestation or were wiped out over the next millennia, creating hotspots of hostile activity.

Two millenia have passed. Nearly all civilization has suffered from heavy losses across the board, with production capabilities and technical prowess set back hundreds, in some cases thousands of years, though often with the curious oddity of having technology beyond their capabilities. It is not difficult to find dynasties, kingdoms, and religions formed around the possession of such technologies and the advantage it would offer.

Spiritualist religions have become particularly prominent, as hauntings, or rumors of hauntings, have become prominent in recent times. Theorists with the knowledge to do so tend to point to the surplus of death from the Black Year as the cause, and the industry surrounding the supernatural - involving things like mediums, psychics, and ghost hunters - has exploded with activity.

Archaeologists inspecting planetside ruins have found strange, new crystal deposits among the ruins. Often, these locations were determined to be laid to ruin by the Scourge, but not always. These crystals deposits ended up being called Luminium, after an old currency that hasn't been seen in a long time that behaved much the same. The crystals can be fed to a reactor, though nobody ever said anything about retrieving the crystal once spent, which can be done. It's still an exotic material, and not many are sure what can be done with it. But it looks pretty, it's useful as reactor fuel, and it's stable, so it sells well.

State of Technology and Politics


Much of what had been developed before the fall has been lost. Many civilizations were brought back to a pre-space state, and had to work their way back to the stars. The race back to space was accelerated by the existence of space-age technology, and as the nations of old reclaimed their seat within the galactic community, new powers also arose from the fractured remains of old.

Nations are just recently developed the capability to make space ships that can even touch the ships of old. Until now, old ships had been vital platforms from which to operate in deep space. New ships are once again capable of independent deep space operation, but their capabilities pale in comparison to what once was.

Technology locked behind technology; ancient and run-down, yet powerful and incredibly advanced machines; primitive civilization with the means and cultural understanding to traverse space. These are some of the hallmarks of the time.

Political Cosmoscape


Previously powerful empires, all but laid to ruin by the apocalypse, have risen again from their shattered remains to put their pieces back together. Some of those pieces, however, have gained a life of their own. Peoples that have been taking care of themselves in the wake of the devastation think of themselves as independent, and seek to remain so. The remains of humanity have eeked out an existence on the fringes of livable space, always under threat from the Scourge and pirates that neighbor them.
In Avalia 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Aiko Yume


Time: Too early
Location: Small Rashmi Tavern
Interactions: None, directly @hide on mana @princess@Tae @GingerBoi123


The tavern keeper put a full breakfast in front of them, and a thick brew. Alcohol this early? That was unusual, unbidden. They ate, and sipped lightly, tail flicking from underneath the blanket they wore, drapped over their body. Something stirred in the back of their head, a discomfort. The thick drink made them uneasy, on edge, but not for the drink itself. No, something else...

They continued to eat, trying to discern their disturbing feeling. It was different than dysphoria... The usual reason they would change shape. Or was something they couldn't put their finger on.

Once done with their meal, they went back upstairs to change. That was a good drink. Sat well on top of their meal. Aiko tossed the sheet onto the bed and grabbed a change of clothes. Today was an elegant day. The fine fabrics and style of this robe-like garb would be perfect. It was an old thing, and this particular one was plain, yet still graceful, perfect for everyday outings.

Even though it was early, they weren't about to skulk around the tavern all day. They'd be put to chores. On their way out, however, they heard something interesting. A pair of patrons speaking quietly about the broadcast last night. And just like that, that... forbodding, that's what. There was a forbodding in the air.



So, what happened last night? Was that why the tavern master gave him a drink? Hair of the dog and all that? A few synapses fired off, finally (perhaps triggered by the presence of alcohol, similar to the previous night), and Aiko remembered. Oh, gods, war had been declared. And now that they were outside, they could hear a commotion over the usual city din.

Stepping out from the alley, they could see where it was coming from down the street. In the plaza, people had gathered, and she could hear voices over the rest. A man spoke to ease the tension in the crowd, and he spoke sensibly. Would it be enough to calm them? If violence erupted, it would be very bad for business. They let their pheromone presence, the calming power of the dreamer, exude itself as he continued to approach the plaza, hoping it would be enough to help ease the situation. Not getting involved directly would be best, probably.
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