oops.
Mao Mao
Member
Sheriff of Pure Hearts (He/Them)
-
Last Seen:
0-24 hrs ago
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 2460 (0.66 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- Mao Mao 7 yrs ago
- █████████ 8 yrs ago
- ███████████ 10 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Supermaxx,
k4tsukibakug0,
Eddie Brock,
Plank Sinatra,
AuthorialTheory,
Silverstein,
Taka,
Pacifista,
Scrawl Banditta,
Morgana
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
Rewriting it...
Most Recent Posts
In
Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]
→
5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
In
Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]
→
5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'm still here but I will be busy when Thanksgiving comes around.
"Our planet's dying and yet we're fighting for its carcass."
"We knew the terrifying truth long before the world started crumbling. Our state leaders never cared about us, their citizens, besides the ones with wealth and power to their name. All of them easily adapted to this brand new world while the rest of us struggled to rebuild. And what were our esteemed leaders doing? Making sure that our destructive capitalist society still maintains the status quo even as we were displaced from our homes. Never forget what happened in Delhi, New Orleans, and Cape Town. Never forget the victims and the survivors. Never forget why we fight for a better tomorrow."
— Kali, anonymous climate activist turned eco-terrorist.
2028: the year that global warming surpassed 1.5°C degrees. It didn't faze world leaders until the first-ever Category 6 hurricane was recorded as it struck the Gulf Coast of the United States. And then, a megafire within the heart of South America was the final nail in the coffin for the Amazon Rainforest, jump-starting its desertification. An emergency climate summit was held in Geneva while more than half of Bangladesh was underwater for a record-breaking monsoon season. But, just like all of the other summits in the past, it did nothing to address the elephant in the room. It was also the last climate summit held.
Twelve years later, every part of the Earth has experienced or been impacted by climate change. One billion people were displaced from their homes and became climate refugees overnight during the decade. Entire cities had to invest trillions into climate defenses and strategies or were left behind for nature to reclaim. Global shortages of food and oil initiated the Second Great Depression and a major energy crisis. The world seemingly entered into unknown territory but prevailed in the end.
Spring 2040. Modern history enters into a new period of newfound stability. New countries rise out of the ashes while the old ones salvage what remains in this new normal. And advancements in energy, desert irrigation, and green technologies usher in growth not seen since the last decade. However, there are still threats that could thrust the world into pure chaos. One prominent concern is the Misfits, a nomadic society of climate refugees, and whether or not they should be repatriated and reassimilated. Most of them still distrust the governments that avoided them for so long. Experts warn that the Misfits will be a permanent fixture in policy-making for the foreseeable future.
There are still sparks of friction erupting between countries over control of the new world.
Twelve years later, every part of the Earth has experienced or been impacted by climate change. One billion people were displaced from their homes and became climate refugees overnight during the decade. Entire cities had to invest trillions into climate defenses and strategies or were left behind for nature to reclaim. Global shortages of food and oil initiated the Second Great Depression and a major energy crisis. The world seemingly entered into unknown territory but prevailed in the end.
Spring 2040. Modern history enters into a new period of newfound stability. New countries rise out of the ashes while the old ones salvage what remains in this new normal. And advancements in energy, desert irrigation, and green technologies usher in growth not seen since the last decade. However, there are still threats that could thrust the world into pure chaos. One prominent concern is the Misfits, a nomadic society of climate refugees, and whether or not they should be repatriated and reassimilated. Most of them still distrust the governments that avoided them for so long. Experts warn that the Misfits will be a permanent fixture in policy-making for the foreseeable future.
There are still sparks of friction erupting between countries over control of the new world.
Welcome to Our World in Turmoil, a dystopian NRP set on Earth after it surpassed 1.5°C degrees. It has been twelve years since, but the world has changed for the worst. Natural disasters became more common and deadly throughout the world. It's all thanks to climate change and it's here to stay. However, for the most part, the world found a sense of stability despite the chaos of the 2030s. Still, some problems nevertheless require solutions. And whatever solutions are chosen will have concurrences in this new normal...
If you have any questions about the lore or anything, feel free to ask away.
If you have any questions about the lore or anything, feel free to ask away.
HUSZÁR
2187, February 7th // Noon
C-Sec HQ, Citadel
There were only a few hours of rest given to individuals who had committed to fixing their home—the Citadel. Being a space station, which sustained severe damages during the Reaper Wars, meant hourly inspections on critical infrastructure. The Citadel's life support systems, essential to preserve breathable air on the station, endured the most damage from the blast. Fortunately, it was recovered and restored to backup systems housed inside C-Sec Headquarters. But the copy was corrupted and brought forth new problems.
Alisha Gleaves, a former secretary to some multigalactic corporation, was now contributing through the restoration effort. She had been assigned with the evacuation of Docking Bay F-18 after the life support systems began failing in the section. So, the decision was made to abandon the area and transfer power over to the remaining bays. But there was resentment from the Displaced, the few survivors of the Reaper invasion of the Citadel, tired of relocating every few weeks. A squad was sent over to ensure things went smoothly.
"Just got done escorting the stragglers out." One of the squadmates reported and then continued. "We will make the rounds again to be sure before giving the all-clear."
"Sounds good. Notify me once you're done." Alisha approved before ending the transmission. It felt great that something was going smoothly for once. Behind her, a familiar man stood tall as if he was cherishing his work. She didn't notice until he went over to the other side of the room, observing one of the monitors while someone approached him with a datapad.
"Here's what you asked for." Zrartak Kruzki, a former computer engineer turned soldier after the Cerberus incursion. He was the lead engineer assigned with restoring the life support systems on the Citadel to pre-war conditions. Even with a brilliant mind working tirelessly, the task seemed insurmountable with constant malfunctions growing more concerning by the minute. But, the salarian engineer was ready to face the impossible with some help. Zrartak handed the datapad over to a close friend. "I hope it's sufficient, Tamás."
Upon hearing his first name, Tamás Zsolt-Cox felt everyone's eyes gawking at him in the room. It was something that he had never gotten used to since being designated leader. Well, more like compelled than anything. Tamás didn't have the qualities of a born leader, but he had the potential of saving the Citadel. And now, he was leaving his home to do so by answering the Sol Restoration Network's call to action.
"Thank you, Zrartak." Tamás thanked his friend and grabbed the datapad, which contained real-time data on the Citadel. "Good luck."
Tamás took a brief glance at the memorial wall, thinking to himself for a second, before going outside. There wasn't time to reflect on the dead, especially when it's still painful to do so. And the fact that the shuttle's driver, Eto Mitsuru, was technically violating the law. He was inspecting the shuttle while another familiar face was standing nearby. Inès Gobeli, the acting security chief, was still investigating reports of increased patrols close to the Citadel. She wasn't in a good mood as a result but apparently made time to bid farewell to her friend.
"I had hoped that we meet at a better time." Tamás admitted with a hint of sadness in his voice. But instead of sorrow, Inès just smiled and hugged her friend.
"This will do just fine."
Tamás held his friend for a moment longer before letting go and putting his hands on her shoulder. "This isn't goodbye. I will be back someday with enough support to restore our home to its former glory."
"I know." Inès said. "Urato and I will make sure that the station doesn't descend into chaos in your absence. Speaking of... have you seen Urato?"
"I did yesterday, but I suppose he's still in his room." Tamás looked at the C-Sec headquarters and then frowned. "Just... be there for him. He's still hurt and needs someone more than ever."
Inès nodded. Eto stood near his shuttle with his arms crossed, clearly annoyed. "Hurry up already! I don't need to remind you of the huge risk I am taking for you guys."
Tamás breathed and made his way towards the shuttle, still wearing the armor brought by Canlius. He remembered how it was wrapped up in a mixture of used wrapping paper and printer paper. And how the paint retained its fresh coat of olive green. It was a perfect gift. Now, it served as a painful memory of what was lost. Tamás barely squeezed inside the crowded shuttle as its doors shut close. He began praying for the shuttle to not crash on the way to its destination: Earth.
Alisha Gleaves, a former secretary to some multigalactic corporation, was now contributing through the restoration effort. She had been assigned with the evacuation of Docking Bay F-18 after the life support systems began failing in the section. So, the decision was made to abandon the area and transfer power over to the remaining bays. But there was resentment from the Displaced, the few survivors of the Reaper invasion of the Citadel, tired of relocating every few weeks. A squad was sent over to ensure things went smoothly.
"Just got done escorting the stragglers out." One of the squadmates reported and then continued. "We will make the rounds again to be sure before giving the all-clear."
"Sounds good. Notify me once you're done." Alisha approved before ending the transmission. It felt great that something was going smoothly for once. Behind her, a familiar man stood tall as if he was cherishing his work. She didn't notice until he went over to the other side of the room, observing one of the monitors while someone approached him with a datapad.
"Here's what you asked for." Zrartak Kruzki, a former computer engineer turned soldier after the Cerberus incursion. He was the lead engineer assigned with restoring the life support systems on the Citadel to pre-war conditions. Even with a brilliant mind working tirelessly, the task seemed insurmountable with constant malfunctions growing more concerning by the minute. But, the salarian engineer was ready to face the impossible with some help. Zrartak handed the datapad over to a close friend. "I hope it's sufficient, Tamás."
Upon hearing his first name, Tamás Zsolt-Cox felt everyone's eyes gawking at him in the room. It was something that he had never gotten used to since being designated leader. Well, more like compelled than anything. Tamás didn't have the qualities of a born leader, but he had the potential of saving the Citadel. And now, he was leaving his home to do so by answering the Sol Restoration Network's call to action.
"Thank you, Zrartak." Tamás thanked his friend and grabbed the datapad, which contained real-time data on the Citadel. "Good luck."
Tamás took a brief glance at the memorial wall, thinking to himself for a second, before going outside. There wasn't time to reflect on the dead, especially when it's still painful to do so. And the fact that the shuttle's driver, Eto Mitsuru, was technically violating the law. He was inspecting the shuttle while another familiar face was standing nearby. Inès Gobeli, the acting security chief, was still investigating reports of increased patrols close to the Citadel. She wasn't in a good mood as a result but apparently made time to bid farewell to her friend.
"I had hoped that we meet at a better time." Tamás admitted with a hint of sadness in his voice. But instead of sorrow, Inès just smiled and hugged her friend.
"This will do just fine."
Tamás held his friend for a moment longer before letting go and putting his hands on her shoulder. "This isn't goodbye. I will be back someday with enough support to restore our home to its former glory."
"I know." Inès said. "Urato and I will make sure that the station doesn't descend into chaos in your absence. Speaking of... have you seen Urato?"
"I did yesterday, but I suppose he's still in his room." Tamás looked at the C-Sec headquarters and then frowned. "Just... be there for him. He's still hurt and needs someone more than ever."
Inès nodded. Eto stood near his shuttle with his arms crossed, clearly annoyed. "Hurry up already! I don't need to remind you of the huge risk I am taking for you guys."
Tamás breathed and made his way towards the shuttle, still wearing the armor brought by Canlius. He remembered how it was wrapped up in a mixture of used wrapping paper and printer paper. And how the paint retained its fresh coat of olive green. It was a perfect gift. Now, it served as a painful memory of what was lost. Tamás barely squeezed inside the crowded shuttle as its doors shut close. He began praying for the shuttle to not crash on the way to its destination: Earth.
2187, February 7th // Afternoon
Havana, Cuba
Three hours of standing awkwardly between strangers later, the shuttle made a rather harsh landing. The crowd was eager to leave once the doors opened. But for Tamás, he was reluctant to set foot on the planet that he once despised as a child. The planet where his family was when... it was attacked. In all honestly, he never truly gasped at the notion that he was returning to his homeworld. Regardless, it already was too late to turn back. Tamás took a deep breath and stepped on the concrete of the landing pad. He was in the heart of Havana, but it felt like the wards on the Citadel for a second... before the Reaper attack.
Before Tamás could've fully taken in his emotions, Eto impatiently walked up to him and stated. "Now, with that out of the way, where are my hard-earned credits? I did just smuggle the lot of you after all."
"Inès should've transferred the credits into your account. If it isn't there, just get her to..." Tamás glanced over and saw him from a distance, which caught him completely off-guard. But before he could've got a clean look, the person made his way through the crowd of refugees. Tamás was speechless at first before chasing after his lover, Canlius Falion.
Before Tamás could've fully taken in his emotions, Eto impatiently walked up to him and stated. "Now, with that out of the way, where are my hard-earned credits? I did just smuggle the lot of you after all."
"Inès should've transferred the credits into your account. If it isn't there, just get her to..." Tamás glanced over and saw him from a distance, which caught him completely off-guard. But before he could've got a clean look, the person made his way through the crowd of refugees. Tamás was speechless at first before chasing after his lover, Canlius Falion.
HUSZÁR
2187, February 7th // Noon
C-Sec HQ, Citadel
The Castle was busy as per usual, with patrols of Minutemen coming in and out of the fortress. There weren't many civilians within its walls besides traders and the average rookie looking to join the militia. But the headquarters was still filled with men and women awaiting their assignments from Radio Freedom. It had seen numerous improvements since its days as a lone communication network built in the middle of the Castle. Within the tunnels, once left abandoned after the mirelurk attack, was the new location of the radio station.
Franklin Hamilton, the voice behind the radio station, had the responsibility of relaying assignments and orders to the soldiers. Plenty of people, including his family and lover, though it was an honor to have the position. Truth be told, it was more of a headache than anything else. The last four years were the most stressful in his life due to the pressure from everyone.
Franklin Hamilton, the voice behind the radio station, had the responsibility of relaying assignments and orders to the soldiers. Plenty of people, including his family and lover, though it was an honor to have the position. Truth be told, it was more of a headache than anything else. The last four years were the most stressful in his life due to the pressure from everyone.
I have decided to do a rather soft reboot without changing too much. I want to know everyone's thoughts about the change.
In
Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]
→
5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Finally finished up the collab with Spider-Man after an eventful wedding on my end.
In
Sensation & Wonder: An Absolute Comics Roleplay [DC & Marvel One Universe Style Game]
→
5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Fall 2020 // Underneath New York City
REUNION PT. 2
Peter jolted awake on the dusty old leather sofa he had been left to rest in. His hands instinctively lifted towards his gut, where fresh gauze had soaked through with his own blood. The hero groaned as pain shot through his entire body with his sudden shift into a sitting position. While this certainly wasn’t a pleasant awakening, this wasn’t the worst he’d experienced. Peter ripped off his mask to catch his breath before slowly peeling the drenched medical gauze from his open wounds. While still dazed, Peter noticed an array of basic medical supplies scattered over an old shipping crate right next to the couch. Without hesitation, he quickly moved in to reapply gauze to the wounds in his gut, applying a quick spray of webbing to keep it in place. With his wound redressed, Peter’s eyes groggily turned towards the safehouse around him. ”Hello?”
“Don’t move.” Venom lowered themselves from the ceiling shortly after dropping the first aid bag to the floor. Upside down, the symbiote stared at the web-head before gazing at the webbing, which started to bleed. “Or that will happen.”
Peter grunted in acknowledgement, reaching a hand down and feeling the wet blood seep through his gloved hand. He slowly reclined again, his gaze never leaving Venom. "Great, I'm hallucinating you giving me the Nightingale treatment? Why can't it ever be M… err, someone prettier." Even with his mask off, Peter's defenses were on as high alert as possible. He rested his left hand on the top of the couch, poised to flip him over for cover if things went sideways.
Venom rolled their eyes at the spider’s remark and landed on the ground. It wasn’t a surprise to them that the spidey’s quips were still annoying to them; but, it felt strangely comfortable after being away for a few years. Then, they made their way towards the sofa with the bag on hand before placing it on the crate. Venom began looking through the bag for the necessary supplies, which cost a fortune to get at the pharmacy. “Your attempt at humor is still hideous as ever. We would’ve dropped you off at the nearest hospital if it wasn’t for…”
There was a pause and a brief look at the silent radio. It isn’t the right time to tell him. “Just remain still and quiet for a second. At least until we stop the bleeding.”
Peter's unmasked gaze scanned over Venom, and his brain was finally just piecing together at least in part what was happening. The last thing he remembered was being impaled in the stomach by Carnage. The look of recognition was plastered on his face as Peter realized that Venom had to have saved him. The talkative hero relented to Venom's orders as he moved his hands out of the way of the wound. He gave a soft smile as he gazed up at the ceiling. "Thanks."
Another pause. It was strange to hear that word being used by Spider-Man, the hero that Venom terrorized for four years, and Peter Parker, the man that Eddie tormented throughout high school. In all honesty, both Eddie and Venom felt undeserving of being appreciated for doing the expected: saving someone from danger. Venom looked unease as if they were thinking about objecting the gratitude before shifting their whole focus on their patient.
Despite not being professionally trained in the field, Venom and Eddie had experience in treating injuries and wounds—mainly on themselves. It was fortunate that Carnage’s blade didn’t cause any critical damage to the stomach. The other injuries were easier to treat with the fact that this hideout still had plenty of medical supplies since it was barely used. In fact, nobody knew of its existence, which made it a perfect place to hide from people that want you dead.
Peter grimaced as Eddie went to work patching him up. He stared up at the ceiling, doing everything he could to stay focused enough so he didn’t pass out again. He didn’t have the luxury of sleep. He very slowly hooked an arm underneath Venom’s work to slip his cell phone out of his pocket and give it a quick glance. The thing was practically indestructible, so Peter was pleased to see that it was still functional. Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly have cell service down here. He only had a single text from MJ, but he didn’t bother to read it. He knew what it said. He didn’t need to think about that right now. There were more important matters on his plate… and a symbiote in the room. ”Where have you been? Don’t tell me you’ve been sleeping down here since we last saw each other.” Peter cracked a weak smile, before his expression grew a little more serious. ”Why did you save me, Eddie? After everything… would have been easier for you if I died, wouldn’t it?”
Venom froze in place upon hearing the question and placed the suture needle down on the crate. Then, there was an audible sigh… from Eddie. And in a matter of seconds, the symbiote was reduced to the fairly large worm-like creature and standing on his shoulders. Eddie knew the question was going to be asked so much that it played in his head too often over the years. But, he never found a satisfying answer. So, after another moment of pure silence, Eddie turned to look at Peter and answered. “No.. no it won’t. Not anymore.”
Eddie sat down on a chair near the sofa and continued talking. “How much do you want to know?”
Peter’s eyes scanned over Eddie’s features, his exposed face the most vulnerable he had been while in costume. He leaned his head back to get into a more comfortable position, his gaze not even falling on Eddie anymore but the cracked ceiling. ”Don’t think I’m going to be able to walk out of here for a little while… so you’ve got a captive audience, Brock. Lay it on me.”
Eddie took a deep breath and then started talking. “On the George, when you were within Carnage’s grasp, Venom and I… we experienced your emotions at the moment—fear, anger, sadness. That intensity was nearly identical to the one that severed your bond with Venom all those years ago. For them, it wasn’t their first time; but for me, it was when I truly understood you. All of those years hunting you down, fueled by my hatred towards you, and I wasn’t prepared for it. I will spare the details for your sake, but I know the true reason you’re still Spider-Man.”
“And learning about them… it made me want to do right from the first time in my sorry life—even if it was the last thing I ever did. Venom agreed. So, that was why we ended up tackling Carnage into the Hudson.” Eddie looked down in shame after hearing what he said. Then, he chuckled awkwardly. “Of course, as you can clearly see, fate had other plans.”
Peter nodded slowly, a small grin on his lips as he closed his eyes. ”See… I knew you’d make the right choice. We’re not that different… both of you…” His head was swimming, and he could feel the wave of tiredness pass over him. His wound was throbbing despite the work done on it, and even a healing factor couldn’t ignore the fact that this could have been a fatal wound. Peter groaned in contentment as sleep gripped him.
Eddie remained silent to take in the warmhearted words of someone that he bullied for years. To say that it surprised him was an understatement. But, there wasn’t much time to fully digest his feelings. Carnage was still wreaking havoc across hospitals in the hopes of unearthing their latest meal: Spider-Man. And with several of the webheads villains working together, things went from bad to worst for the city. Eddie sighed and got up from the chair, mentally preparing for a long stressful night. Then, he turned to look at Venom.
“Let’s do this, my love.”
“Don’t move.” Venom lowered themselves from the ceiling shortly after dropping the first aid bag to the floor. Upside down, the symbiote stared at the web-head before gazing at the webbing, which started to bleed. “Or that will happen.”
Peter grunted in acknowledgement, reaching a hand down and feeling the wet blood seep through his gloved hand. He slowly reclined again, his gaze never leaving Venom. "Great, I'm hallucinating you giving me the Nightingale treatment? Why can't it ever be M… err, someone prettier." Even with his mask off, Peter's defenses were on as high alert as possible. He rested his left hand on the top of the couch, poised to flip him over for cover if things went sideways.
Venom rolled their eyes at the spider’s remark and landed on the ground. It wasn’t a surprise to them that the spidey’s quips were still annoying to them; but, it felt strangely comfortable after being away for a few years. Then, they made their way towards the sofa with the bag on hand before placing it on the crate. Venom began looking through the bag for the necessary supplies, which cost a fortune to get at the pharmacy. “Your attempt at humor is still hideous as ever. We would’ve dropped you off at the nearest hospital if it wasn’t for…”
There was a pause and a brief look at the silent radio. It isn’t the right time to tell him. “Just remain still and quiet for a second. At least until we stop the bleeding.”
Peter's unmasked gaze scanned over Venom, and his brain was finally just piecing together at least in part what was happening. The last thing he remembered was being impaled in the stomach by Carnage. The look of recognition was plastered on his face as Peter realized that Venom had to have saved him. The talkative hero relented to Venom's orders as he moved his hands out of the way of the wound. He gave a soft smile as he gazed up at the ceiling. "Thanks."
Another pause. It was strange to hear that word being used by Spider-Man, the hero that Venom terrorized for four years, and Peter Parker, the man that Eddie tormented throughout high school. In all honesty, both Eddie and Venom felt undeserving of being appreciated for doing the expected: saving someone from danger. Venom looked unease as if they were thinking about objecting the gratitude before shifting their whole focus on their patient.
Despite not being professionally trained in the field, Venom and Eddie had experience in treating injuries and wounds—mainly on themselves. It was fortunate that Carnage’s blade didn’t cause any critical damage to the stomach. The other injuries were easier to treat with the fact that this hideout still had plenty of medical supplies since it was barely used. In fact, nobody knew of its existence, which made it a perfect place to hide from people that want you dead.
Peter grimaced as Eddie went to work patching him up. He stared up at the ceiling, doing everything he could to stay focused enough so he didn’t pass out again. He didn’t have the luxury of sleep. He very slowly hooked an arm underneath Venom’s work to slip his cell phone out of his pocket and give it a quick glance. The thing was practically indestructible, so Peter was pleased to see that it was still functional. Unfortunately, he didn’t exactly have cell service down here. He only had a single text from MJ, but he didn’t bother to read it. He knew what it said. He didn’t need to think about that right now. There were more important matters on his plate… and a symbiote in the room. ”Where have you been? Don’t tell me you’ve been sleeping down here since we last saw each other.” Peter cracked a weak smile, before his expression grew a little more serious. ”Why did you save me, Eddie? After everything… would have been easier for you if I died, wouldn’t it?”
Venom froze in place upon hearing the question and placed the suture needle down on the crate. Then, there was an audible sigh… from Eddie. And in a matter of seconds, the symbiote was reduced to the fairly large worm-like creature and standing on his shoulders. Eddie knew the question was going to be asked so much that it played in his head too often over the years. But, he never found a satisfying answer. So, after another moment of pure silence, Eddie turned to look at Peter and answered. “No.. no it won’t. Not anymore.”
Eddie sat down on a chair near the sofa and continued talking. “How much do you want to know?”
Peter’s eyes scanned over Eddie’s features, his exposed face the most vulnerable he had been while in costume. He leaned his head back to get into a more comfortable position, his gaze not even falling on Eddie anymore but the cracked ceiling. ”Don’t think I’m going to be able to walk out of here for a little while… so you’ve got a captive audience, Brock. Lay it on me.”
Eddie took a deep breath and then started talking. “On the George, when you were within Carnage’s grasp, Venom and I… we experienced your emotions at the moment—fear, anger, sadness. That intensity was nearly identical to the one that severed your bond with Venom all those years ago. For them, it wasn’t their first time; but for me, it was when I truly understood you. All of those years hunting you down, fueled by my hatred towards you, and I wasn’t prepared for it. I will spare the details for your sake, but I know the true reason you’re still Spider-Man.”
“And learning about them… it made me want to do right from the first time in my sorry life—even if it was the last thing I ever did. Venom agreed. So, that was why we ended up tackling Carnage into the Hudson.” Eddie looked down in shame after hearing what he said. Then, he chuckled awkwardly. “Of course, as you can clearly see, fate had other plans.”
Peter nodded slowly, a small grin on his lips as he closed his eyes. ”See… I knew you’d make the right choice. We’re not that different… both of you…” His head was swimming, and he could feel the wave of tiredness pass over him. His wound was throbbing despite the work done on it, and even a healing factor couldn’t ignore the fact that this could have been a fatal wound. Peter groaned in contentment as sleep gripped him.
Eddie remained silent to take in the warmhearted words of someone that he bullied for years. To say that it surprised him was an understatement. But, there wasn’t much time to fully digest his feelings. Carnage was still wreaking havoc across hospitals in the hopes of unearthing their latest meal: Spider-Man. And with several of the webheads villains working together, things went from bad to worst for the city. Eddie sighed and got up from the chair, mentally preparing for a long stressful night. Then, he turned to look at Venom.
“Let’s do this, my love.”
Interaction(s): @webboysurf
MOST SERENE REPUBLIC OF ATHEIN
"Sancta recognitio gloriae et divitiae" // "The holy recognition of glory and wealth"
Government Form
Maritime Republic
Population
875,000
Demographic
100% Evodine // 50% Flightless & 50% Flyable
Plane Description
Athein was a challenging experience for the evodine population that came through the rift. Unlike their native lands, this plane of existence provided constant heavy rainfall and flooding year-round with overcast conditions. The swamp and marsh wetlands initially made farming near impossible until the invention of floating gardens. In addition, wildlife was comprised of creatures and plants completely foreign to evodines including mooses, snakes, ash trees, and poisonous lilies. But there were two creatures that provided to be combative. Known for its powerful jaw and loud snapping sound, the giant tortoise possessed aggressive territorial behaviors and attacked anything inside their territory especially evodines. And the swamp dragon wasn't as hostile despite its appearance but still considered a threatening predator willing to eat anything including both evodines and giant tortoises.
Despite its difficulties and challenges, Athein was quite captivating and colorful in spite of the overcast conditions. But, this plane allowed the evodines to thrive like never before in their existence on Gaia.
Despite its difficulties and challenges, Athein was quite captivating and colorful in spite of the overcast conditions. But, this plane allowed the evodines to thrive like never before in their existence on Gaia.
History
Upon the exodus for Gaia during the Cataclysm, the surviving evodines found themselves vulnerable to the wilderness of the strange new world. Within the first decade, the population rapidly plunged for a variety of reasons that came to be known as the Decade of Misery. But eventually, with profound inventions and strong willpower, the population recovered at the end of the century. It didn't experience growth until the start of the third century due to the harsh conditions on Athein making the average evodine's life challenging. By the fifth century, the population was close to nine hundred thousand with a number of cities and villages spread throughout Athein. And in the ruins of a forsaken city, a long-forgotten relic slowly starts flickering endlessly.
Culture and Society
Evodines lived in tight-knit communities as a means of survival for the harsh world of Athein. They also live close to each other to maintain barters and trades with other nearby communities. Merchants were well-paid for their services due to traversing in such dangerous circumstances and resided expensively. With their recent leverage in politics, the maritime republic was filled predominantly with current and retired merchants. And it helped tremendously that most of them were more than able to take flight. In fact, Evodines with functioning wings were privileged and possessed a sense of entitlement than those flightless in society. It didn't help that they were looked down upon and ridiculed by those that can fly.
For the evodines that were flightless or weren't merchants, their lives were a daily struggle for survival against the wilderness and the weather. Unlike their counterpart, they were compassionate and hardworking due to their formidable situation. And when it came to their families (blood or bond), it was amplified threefold with events that lasted for days with the entire neighborhood. Still, they were envious of the envious capable of flight and dreamed of taking to the cloudy skies. The resentment was bad enough that parents were openly resentful of their own children if they were able to fly. Those children often found themselves scoffed at by their community for the rest of their lives unless they moved away.
It was a similar problem within airworthy communities with children being flightless, but it was more hostile and callous.
For the evodines that were flightless or weren't merchants, their lives were a daily struggle for survival against the wilderness and the weather. Unlike their counterpart, they were compassionate and hardworking due to their formidable situation. And when it came to their families (blood or bond), it was amplified threefold with events that lasted for days with the entire neighborhood. Still, they were envious of the envious capable of flight and dreamed of taking to the cloudy skies. The resentment was bad enough that parents were openly resentful of their own children if they were able to fly. Those children often found themselves scoffed at by their community for the rest of their lives unless they moved away.
It was a similar problem within airworthy communities with children being flightless, but it was more hostile and callous.
Governance and Politics
Maritime Republic was only a recent development for the people of Athein that got its origins after exploration of the sea began. Several merchant families dominated the economy, society, and politics of Athein thanks to their coin. But nearly all of them never engaged in the political scene personally and instead sponsored politicians and government officials acting in their favor. There was still plenty that couldn't be bought out easily with coin and required additional incentives to ensure cooperation.
Technology and Magic
Athein, unlike Gaia, was never filled with magical energy that allowed spells to be performed. Of course, there were attempts to activate the mystical energy but none of them were successful. Theories emerged that the lack of constant sunlight was to blame for the absence of magic, while others thought the creatures of Athein were responsible. Regardless of who's at fault, magical energy will remind a story element for children to get excited about. Technology, on the other hand, advanced since the invention of floating gardens thanks to the evodine spirit. Stilt villages, levees, and land reclamation made conditions for the inhabitants better than ever before. The recent invention of canals gave birth to the golden age of sail since it allowed exploration into the surrounding sea.
Military Overview
Being isolated from any other intelligent lifeform made the idea of an army pointless. But, with the wildlife of Athein vicious, militias were established across several communities. Some militias represented several villages and frequently patrolled there while others focused on only one location. And as for the quality of training and supplies, it entirely depended on the amount of coin spent by the local administration.
Additional Info
TBD
© 2007-2026