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Details for Horogi's shenanigans will be worked on tomorrow or something, and perhaps an explanation upon the Class System as well.

Deadline for posts is next week, Wednesday. If you have any particular questions, feel free to ask 'em here.
@OwO@Versa@Yankee@71342@Haha@Psyker Landshark@GreenGoat@Searat@Cu Chulainn@RC3
It's created. Toss your character sheet into the Character tab, then work on dat first post...as well as character creation. ;3

I'll set up the waitlist now for applicants who didn't make it. If you'd like, RawrEspada, I could put you on that as well, in case you eventually get unbusy?
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You open your eyes, and find that you are standing.

You were sitting before, on a comfy chair, or perhaps reclining on a sofa. For some, it may have been morning that they plugged into their FDD, ready to enjoy a full day’s worth of gaming. For others, it may be night time, to work away the stress of reality in a fantasy world. For you though, it was your first. Your biometrics have been scanned, your own body becoming your log-in credentials for the only account you’ll ever have. No new accounts, nor any chance at a redo. Cacophony Concord offered a second life, a new life, in a world many times more brilliant than reality, but only one, where your life never ended, but your reputation could never be undone either.

Trepidation filled your heart, but excitement too, and as your vision began to stabilize, what you saw before you was breath-taking. A galaxy, a foreign galaxy, loomed above you, nightscape filled with stars you could not identify, constellations of another mythos. Beneath you, the planet, bearing landmasses so similar to, yet different from, Earth’s, stood, the great ocean framing the two continents. Within the azure of the waves, you could see the shadows of truly gargantuan leviathans. Streaking through the clouds, you could see arcane blimps and grand citadels, serpentine dragon-gods and wind-riding giants. And upon the earth, you could see it. Back on Earth, every light was the light of civilization, but here, these lights shone with the brilliance of something more.

A radiant pillar, taking the form of a sword.

A blazing star, pulled from the heavens above.

A mushroom cloud, the shockwave like a ripple.

Sparks of someone else’s adventure, sparks that you too would soon generate.

β€œQuite a sight, no?”

Before you stands an owl with jet-black plumage and a flared-out crown, a set of pince-nez softening up their severe glare. Ten foot tall and five foot wide, they dominated this strange space so forcefully that it was difficult to understand how you didn’t see them immediately.

β€œWelcome to Cacophony Concord,” they spoke. Their tone was androgynous, with the sharp clarity of a professor, perhaps, or a conman. β€œI am the 4th Administrative Function, Minerva, in charge of welcoming new players and assisting them through the character creation process.”

A screen blips in front of you, showing both an egregious amount of sliders, as well as a fully realistic model of your real life, naked self. There appeared, insanely enough, to be no limitations on how far the sliders could go.

β€œYou may alter your current form however you wish, or we may approximate a model for you based off an image you can upload here. Changes made can be experienced via the β€˜Trial’ button, but as a precaution, note that grossly warping your physical form for the purposes of β€˜living a meme dream’ may cause intense psychological discomfort afterwards.”

Though it was hard to discern, Minerva seemed bemused by the thought. A sadist owl, perhaps?

β€œUser Experience options can be altered in-game, but note that once you have selected your appearance and allotted your starting attributes, those are permanently set in place, and can only be altered in…a realistic fashion.”

Another strange clicking of the beak.

β€œThat is all. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Otherwise, enjoy your character creation.”

With that, Minerva sat down, though whether there was anything to sit on when floating in space was another question.


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Your vision blurs. Too much blood was lost, and your sword lays in pieces within you, having shattered from the monster’s blow with such force that it pierced through your own armor. Behind, beside, and beyond, your comrades continue to fight, mixed cries of rage and terror sounding everywhere. Celestial fires scour the field, mythic steel strikes scale, and the invocations of a dozen Nuclei resound, singular abilities manifesting to strike down the being before you. But that creature too, was unique. The first of its kind, the last of its kind, an Anomaly in the truest of sense, granting glory and wealth upon its defeat, but carnage and despair in its victory. Your hometown lies behind you, five thousand souls watching this battle from a distance, their fates balanced on a blade’s edge.

A head flies through the smoky air, bouncing, then rolling to a stop beside you. Your lover’s head, transfixed in a resigned, apologetic smile. Less than half the party was still alive, commands and orders turning into panicked requests and blame-shifting, even as the Anomaly devoured the last of the front-liners. The last bit of hope died with them, and you close your eyes, accepting your fate.

β€˜Welp, maybe someone else can deal with it.’

Your vision goes black, and you open your eyes to the familiar sight of your bedroom ceiling.


On a certain day of a certain month, Cacophony Concord was released, a VRMMO designed for a new console that boasted promises social media influencers derided as grossly overexaggerated and overhyped. Until then, no full-dive game was so bold as to claim fully-sentient AI and realistic physics, nor anything as insane as a whole continent for players to explore. An exaggeration, perhaps, for a nameless studio to grab some attention. Marketing hype, perhaps, when the reality of it would be like No Man’s Sky upon launch.

There was no lie. No fabrication.

Within the first month, 70% of compatible Full Dive Devices were subscribed to Cacophony Concord. In three months, sales of FDDs increased by 40%. Within half a year, the game boasted the largest active player population of any MMO game in the market, and had yet to require any patch or server maintenance. An in-game translator enabled seamless communication between players, regardless of their nationality, and there never seemed to be any server lag or glitches. The world of Cacophony Concord truly was like a real world, in both physical size and cultural complexity, and with thousands of different classes available to mix and match, the possibilities were endless for character creation. Sentient NPCs acted in a way almost indistinguishable from players, and the time dilation put into place enabled one to enjoy the game at whatever pace they desired. It was a second life in a fantasy world, a life where you could live out those dreams of your childhood…so long as you could afford it.

The game never crashed. The game never glitched. The game never sent players comatose, nor trap people within it. It continued to run perfectly, thwarting any attempts to hack it, and there were security systems put in place to prevent distasteful actions between players. There was neither any downtime nor any patches.

Thus, no one really noticed or cared when the studio that made Cacophony Concord quietly disappeared.








Everything's nice and dandy, until they realize you're a shrine priestess of a pacifist religion, but you're absolutely covered in the blood of your enemies and you carry a barbaric greatclub crafted from the skulls of children.

That being said, seeing how it's possible to be running six jobs at once, the benefit of different treatment isn't that great, especially when the NPC populace has already encountered and dealt with players previously.
Cannibal Courtesan is a Horogi class. That being said, there are equivalents to nation-specific classes, if you look hard enough, and it's always possible to change your citizenship too.
Two left, and then they had to go.

Thrones glanced briefly at their bleeding back-up, the one that could almost have been a casualty if not for Strix's quick reflexes. Certainly made things slightly more difficult now, but it wasn't a big deal. As Feral returned, striking down the armored droid on the frontline, the Sankta Caster gathered up her own Arts to destroy the two that Vlad and Mule had crippled. Shifting the graviton Arts already affecting them, Thrones breathed deeply, feeling the heat in her brain, and increased gravity's effect upon certain, fragile parts. Black beads could be seen over exposed circuitry, before the insides of the droids collapsed upon each other, rendering them inoperable. The two hit the ground hard, sparking electrity; the fight was over.

She rubbed her nose, one eye narrowing as Feral reported on her own mission. A transmission drone? So it wasn't a system setting after all...though that just made it a fake enemy. Thrones had never heard of a transmitter capable of disrupting Arts. "Keep it up," she said, turning in Feral's direction. "Whatever those things transmits interferes with my Arts. Chariot, pick up the new person."

She looked down the street, then sighed. Just like the Laterano exercises, huh? Combat, then running, then more combat, then more running.

"Let's move fast."
With some OOC finagling and some IC 'enemy of my enemy' deals, I figure.
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