It has been a bit, but I write in my spare time (pfft, spare time). So I can do casual easy still. Advanced may take a bit to work up to, but if you're in it for long enough I could pretty easily get there.
I have a hunger for a very specific Story I have been rolling around in my head for about a year now. It's Sci-Fi; pretty high on that actually, /Thriller/Adventure/Horror. This is NOT a happy fun sunshine Isekai like you read online, but it can have its moments at times... probably?
I cuss some when the need for that added... punch, is there.
It is a sandbox... if you don't like something specific, let me know and it's changeable (for the most part). What I have is a general plot, Spacey Scifi Plot goodness.
SETTING:
Paradise Lost –
Three Ships were dispatched from Sol to a establish the third new extra solar colony for the Human race. It was a grand undertaking, an enormous colony ship holding three Million people in 'Hibe'. A Guardian Escort Ship with five thousand Guardian Corp members and a full contingent of Robotic assets. Finally, a Supply ship with enough supplies for 10 years and setup of the colony on the paradise like new world, Eden. Sol's other two Extra Solar Colonies are on harsher environments. This world is more like Jurassic earth (the colony was supposed to be like Terra Nova sort of).
Everything Went well… until it didn't. Something went wrong, something went VERY VERY wrong. The Colony Ship 'Eden Entry', not made for atmospheric re-entry, made Planet Fall… quite literally. Breaking apart as it fell explosions dotted the surface for thousands of miles as it's pieces rained down onto the world. The Guardian Corp. Ship crash landed on one of the planets three small moons and the Supply Ship met a more gruesome demise; it's star drive core exploded in orbit.
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That being said, You aren't of this time, you… are an Isekai, thrust into this terrifying situation on an alien world where Alien monsters roam, food is scarce, and next to anything can happen.
The THINGs that put you here are bored and want some special entertainment. So they are making bets on your survival in this game.
THE ISEKAI:
**Not necessarily yours, just a general intro into the setting and such**
"Hello? Is this thing on? Hello, Hello?" knocking sounds reverberate into your ears such as someone knocking on glass. "Ohh, You have awakened!"
What… is going on? You wonder as you 'look around'. The space you occupy currently is an open field in the middle of a full moons night. The trees which surround the field are awash in flames sending eerie shapes dancing across the long swaying grass as the smoke fills the skies above blotting out stars and part of the moon…s?
"Don't worry, you can't speak. I always find it annoying, so I took away the ability for this part of things."
WHAT!!!? Are you dreaming or something? The thing in front of you is a blob of swirling black and white light. Nothing that sounds should be coming from… or even exist for that matter.
"The good news is, you're dead!" fanfare echoes across the clearing as wild cheers erupt. "It wasn't an accident or anything, I know that's how people seem to think these things go, but I'm not a 'God' or anything I just needed a soul and yours won the lottery!"
Okay, you're both confused, irritated, and a bit scared at this point, but you could neither move, blink, or anything of the sort so you're forced to listen on in horror.
"It was one of my best kills I think, blood everywhere. Mmm, immaculate…" the voice trails off as if reminiscing.
"Right, You've been selected to participate in a game my friends and I have put together. The prize isn't something like 'you get to go home' or anything boring like that, you're dead after all. No, you my lucky winner; you get…" the voice trailed off as a drumroll echoed through the clearing now. "The survival of the entire human race!" fanfare played through the clearing again. "For a being like me, it's a simple thing to 'nudge' an asteroid into a collision course… or degrade your moons orbit and BOOM no more human race!"
"I suppose you want an explanation, right? Well while I hate to give things away, people always seem to want one and it distracts them from the game so fine, whatever." It was dawning on you at this point that if this was a dream your mind was really fucked up. Did you do something you shouldn't have before going to sleep?
"So, I'm what people on your world would call an 'extradimensional being' though at times we've been called Gods, Humans love to associate things they don’t understand with 'god'. Regardless, as far as you need to know I am super powerful and not weighed down by your dimensions weird rules and laws. How do you people even live with those?"
"Right, sorry I got off track again. So I took your soul and one of my friends chose another person's from some random point in your timeline (probably terribly knowing them) and the two of you get to participate in this… game… you will have goals that we make up as you go and if you manage to do them all; or enough of them, then you win! Easy, right? I mean, for normal humans it wouldn't be with all the monsters, abominations, looters, crazies, and strange unearthly weather, but I am going to give you a bit of an edge. It would be boring otherwise."
Okay, it was time to wake up now, for real that's the last time you do… whatever it was you did the night before. "Yeah, you're not dreaming. Why do you Humans always think when something isn't going the way you want it's a dream?"
"Whatever, that's pretty much all you need to know, ohh unless you want to see how you died? I'm telling you it was a masterpiece! You know what, I don't care if you want to see it, I'm showing you anyways."
He is nuts (by current human moral standards) and LOVES to fuck with humans, there probably is no 'friend' (up to you if he does it to you as well or it is another one of them) and chances are while he has given you a 'boon' there is ALWAYS a repercussion. My character is genderbent because 'he' loves the reactions. The story was originally a double swap for the MC's (M->F and F->M), but I don't really care what you do/become. Either way, it should be fun.
Racetypes (it's the future after all)
Humans: Broken into a few categories, people love to hate things that are different, so a new type of racism is rampant. More species...ism?
Pures: Humans without Genetic or Robotic Enhancements like false arms or cybernetic implants. Everything is 'outside' of their bodies. They may not be able to do things as well as the Falsies or Cybers, but they are 'pure' humans. That's the most important thing to them. Children have been disowned for 'depuring' themselves. • Pures are slowly becoming fewer and fewer, they tend to be rich elites. Rich Snobs that look down on the 'lessers' "When you can just have parts of your body regrown and then implanted at their younger age, then why would you need Robotic parts?"
Falsies: Humans that were genetically… perfected, or perhaps altered in some way to get them to the way their parents want. They blend in more than the Cybers usually, but birth records are easy to find, since the govt. keeps an open and accessible database on all births; full and half citizens. Humans love to fuck with their genetic code, so if you want to be a Hermaphroditic cat person with vampire fangs and no pinky fingers… go for it. The 'gods' that put you here would love the fucked up ness of it.
GEAHR: Genetically Enhanced, Artificial, Humanoid, Robot. Advanced biodroid - Empty vessels grown in large tubes, with no soul, or consciousness. When at an appropriate age (usually as a tween) the 'body' is released from the tube, and then enhanced further with cybernetic controls, Shackled AI's, and small amounts of robotics. Robotic body enhancements increase as the 'age' increases.
Created strictly for Military use when first developed. Now used by PMC's and to guard Governmental installations.
Literal slaves, they have no real consciousness. The AI controls the Electrical impulses inside of the body. When a consciousness starts to evolve, or the AI begins to break free from its shackles, the GEAHR is killed… quickly.
Cannot have children, should be… impossible. They are fake humans.
GEAHR Naming Convention:
1. First Part: • A: Assault • E: Engineering • D: Demolitions • M: Medical • IR: Investigations & Reconnaissance • H: Hunter (Dispatched to hunt sentient GEAHR’s, generally stronger, faster, and with better AI's and programming that gets cycled every.) • P: Pleasure (Sexbots…)(of ALL types younger, older, male, female, ... misc?)
2. • L: Leader • M: Member
3. • #: Which Squad, etc. you are in.
4. • S: Squad • X: Not applicable outside of Military/Guardian Corp.
Cybers: Humans with Cybernetic or robotic upgrades. IE robotic hearts, arms, other organs, upgraded Metal Skeletons, Web interfaces, False Eyes, the works.
Aliens: I didn't have any, but if you have something you'd like to propose we can talk about it.
I can provide more world building details which are changeable if you want. The hidden are just so you can get a feel for what you're in for.
I don't care if you're Male or Female IRL, or in story (Be Isekai'd Hitler or Jimbo your half cousins brothers neighbors twice removed neighbor for all I care). You can be whatever you want.
The planet isn't supposed to have natives for the horror part, but hey... the 'gods' would LOVE to make things harder if you want.
I have 'lisdexic' fingers (I am not dislexic... just my typing fingers). I spell check everything, but something is bound to slip through at some point. (like typipng Mlae instead of male, or Goign instead of going)
I have a habit of capitalizing stupid things that shouldn't be... Sorry, I try not to, but it happens.
The story would be here on site. I don't do the Disco(rd), email, squirrel mail, etc. (PM style is fine for the 18+ if you wanna do that, but otherwise everything should be in the 1x1 section because I like the three thread structure of it)
Sorry for the delay cat, I was attacked by this malicious squirrel... with big fangs the size of a pinky finger... and... and a tail so bushy it could be used as a flotation device... and he had one crooked eye that was always twitching. It was horrible, I barely lived... I think he stole some cat's nip.
Serin listened to the older, larger warrior. She naturally knew many pro's and con's about anything they were doing since this little big mission started. Hearing any form of contradiction to what she had said did not exactly sit well with here, but she would grudgingly give him the fact that he was correct in their need for care. If one of the groups were caught the whole shebang may blow up in their faces like one of the hot fume geysers from the wastes. When she was young she had lost a brother to those things, it wasn't a pleasant death.
She nodded gravely to the more experienced older warrior, she knew, and perhaps he knew that more than one of them would probably not be coming back from this. If any of the Zodiac would show up… things could turn out quit badly, intelligence stated they were currently away… or so she had been told. “We will not fail.”
However, to her… teammate, she turned and gave a malicious smirk, “I’ll try ever so hard not to slow you down.” She stated sarcastically before batting her eyelashes, though in the dark it was probably a missed gesture. She was all for team play, but she did not want her abilities doubted. She had been picked for this task due to her skill, not her feminine wiles. The leader did not leave anything to chance. There was a reason each of them were here, she could only wonder what the man saw in all of them, or how he expected each of them work together properly.
“Lack’s confidence in ‘imself,” said Elmiir as he walked out from the back toting a crate of new greeney things. Rashim could only roll his eyes at the both of them as he continued to eat his meal. They were annoying, maybe he should have gone somewhere else. He was basically giving out charity to the brown haired teen with leading him around as it was. Father would only approve of the action up to a point unless it was beneficial to him. Then again, the other had stated that he was in need of a group.
Leading one would certainly improve the overall view his father had of him should he return victorious. Well, not that returning in defeat would amount to anything no matter what was achieved. After swallowing, the cat turned evergreen eyes to the scarf clad figure next to him. “If you need a group… and if I see how well you did on your scoring before, I’ll team up with you. We could form a group. Do you have your certificate? It should have a ‘grade’ that you received on it from E to A+.” Apparently there was an S, but the proctor said that none of them were to be given out. It was more for aspirations than anything else. He’d scored an A, and wasn’t far from an A+… pity. He had to wonder what his other siblings had scored. Was it even worth noting?
Deeming it unnecessary and that the other may not even want to team up with him, the cat turned back to take another bite.
Slowly, hazel eyes opened to peer through the darkness surrounding the group. There before them lay the very capital that so many of her people hated. Serin’s own dislike for the city was a smoldering flame that was easily stoked into a raging blaze with the right conditions. The happy people that walked around day and night oblivious to the suffering of herself and her people, however, it was a sight she had once grown all too accustomed to seeing.
Her eyes locked in by heavily tanned skin watched the man who had spoken. Sharn, one of the six sent on this ‘mission’ following up on a lead of some sort. She had not been given all of the details, and personally she did not much care for them. So long as their objectives were made clear, then she would follow them, trusting in their leaders wisdom to pull them through this long fight against an oppressive enemy.
“Yes, we’ve waited and watched long enough. Let’s make out move.” Serin stated while peering once more through the tree’s. Stay in one spot for long and they were sure to be spotted by SOMEONE. Calling everything off was not an option this time. This one HAD to succeed.
o.o we didn't say what gender's we were playing, I can only assume your playing male on the character listed... or that it's a side character. Please specificfy for me cat!
Hmmm, it wasn’t the scarf then, perhaps it was the teen’s aura. He gave off a meek vibe, especially when speaking recently. Why was his face so red? Embarresment? Anger? Excitement? It was an odd situation. Turning his gaze away he started to dig into the fish, while coupling it with the less satisfying parts of his meal. After taking a bite and staring forward at the now vacant hot plate, Elmiir had vanished to the back of the little window eatery for a few moments, he thought on the subject harder.
However, as he took his second bite and chewed in silence he decided that the scarf’s removal wouldn’t help the teen in the least. Easy prey would simply be easy prey, “You can put the scarf back on,” Rashim stated as he cut away another bite. “The lack of it will not help you in this matter. You should just find someone more intimidating to walk with.”
His aura wouldn’t simply improve in the next few minutes, or even over night. Father had said that it was a reflection of self. Confidance, anger, desire, all of that could be reflected in your aura, and the older man had spent year making sure all of their aura’s ‘were up to par’ with his expectations. Rashim had been the last to do so, and he had to wonder what he seemed to radiate…
Rashim let out a sigh, the Stalker boy was speaking, and though he was paying attention, the other teen certainly did not hold his full attention. Continued to attack his meal, the veggies he hated were placed off to the side to be eaten at just the right point in time, when he could disguise the taste with something better. Father had forced them to eat things, weird things, especially if he noticed that they despised the item. While Rashim had seen it as an odd form of torture, the older man had stated that it was in fact merely a way to make them grow more mature, accepting everything put before them.
“Quit hiding behind your scarf, for starters.” Rashim stated while blowing in a hot piece of meat. He hated having to wait for food to cool so his tongue wouldn’t burn. The cat had seen the other golden eyed teen perform that action more than once in their brief time together. At least he didn’t slouch… or that the blonde had noticed. “Needs to look meaner too,” Elmiir stated from behind the counter as he cleaned the hot-plate.
“We do not wish for him to have his face frozen in a constant scowl like yours Elmiir. That just invites more trouble. Just remove the scarf and that should help… enough for now.” He supposed some people were attached to their clothes, his sister CERTAINLY was. Well… when she wasn’t taking them off to entice men. She claimed that as per father’s instructions, nothing had ever truly happened.
She was probably lying though.
The cat looked away from the still cooling fish, and made a circling motion as if telling, not requesting, Pyrrus to remove the scarf.
The man behind the counter roared with laughter before speaking, effectively cutting Rashim’s own comment off at the source, “That’s the problem boy. Yer too… soft looking.” The old man’s eyes never left the meats before him as he flipped them, added seasoning, sauces, and other oddities at seemingly random intervals.
“Soft isn’t the appropriate word, but he’s right. You don’t give off an intimidating aura. It makes you seem easy.” The blonde came in from behind after the tall boy stuttered out a bit of an odd defense before looking Rashim over. An eyebrow re-rose at the statement before evergreen eyes were locked behind their lids. Was it supposed to be a compliment? He wasn’t sure if he should tell Pyrrus that he could hear everything he said. His ears weren’t there for decoration, and his father had said that he had very good hearing, that he LIKED that fact. It could be a nuisance when his elder brother brought… friends home. Even if they’re rooms weren’t exactly right next to each other.
Elmiir sliced a lime before finally removing the heavenly smelling meals from the sizzling hot top. Quickly, and more than expertly, he tossed some green leafy veggies, bell peppers, and other such things on the meat dishes then squeezed half a lime onto Rashim’s Tuna, and a quarter onto Pyrrus’ meal.
FINALLY, the hunger was killing him. Glancing over at the honey eyed teen Rashim put his hand before his face and pointed toward the now finished food. “Food’s done," he said before the rotund cook could do so. Call it retribution, either way, the other boy needed to stop staring at him, and pay attention to the food. He was hungry, but it was awkward to be stared at. With ears twitching above his head, the cat picked up his cutlery and started to satiate his hunger.
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