DeathRight
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Post by DeathRight on Jul 20, 2016 5:32:34 GMT
Introduction
Welcome to my first forum adventure since the official forums went down. I'm pretty excited for this one, hope you readers enjoy it!
Unfortunately I did lose almost all work on any other adventures I was doing, but life goes on I suppose.
> Begin Prologue
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The year is 2122. For most of humanity's existence we had never even been outside our home planet, then a hundred and fifty years ago we made it to our moon... less than baby steps to a universe that's scope is way beyond most of our comprehension. About twenty years ago we developed engines capable of interstellar travel, and this was the greatest achievement in all of human history. We finally made real progress towards exploring the deep, dark, yet incredibly beautiful universe that lies beyond.
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For many ages, unbeknownst to us, an advanced intergalactic race of aliens known as "Xroth" sat bordering our galaxy, waiting to get in. They had been intergalactic long before we even existed; They are conquerors, and we, merely toddlers. However, we had guardians all this time -- and we didn't even know it.
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A race of robots we dubbed 'Sentinels' had protected our galaxy from the Xroth for an unknown amount of time, keeping watch from afar over all living things and acting as guardians. Just as the Xroth's origins and wants are unknown, so are the Sentinels. But one day, they fell, and the Xroth flooded into our galaxy. It didn't take them long to reach our solar system, which happened to be in their path. We stood no chance. Earth's most powerful governments evacuated people by the thousands. Cryogenic sleep took over for the thousands while they traveled to their destination, an Earth like planet on the edge of a neighboring galaxy that was surveyed years ago as suitable for human colonization.
> End of Prologue
But without the Sentinels, our fate was sealed. Just like that, in such a short span, the entire human race reduced to mere thousands.
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Post by Sharkalien on Jul 20, 2016 5:51:51 GMT
>Amy Thist
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Post by eerr on Jul 20, 2016 7:06:43 GMT
>Emo Lugnut
>Tracy Thistle
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Post by spacedwarfindustries on Jul 20, 2016 22:14:03 GMT
>Purpleface McGoob
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Post by smuch on Jul 22, 2016 1:18:53 GMT
>Drone #7523FGO
>Megan Grey
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DeathRight
Greentike
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Post by DeathRight on Jul 22, 2016 18:51:34 GMT
sigh Casual racism, nice.
That's getting closer to a real name, but I'm not certain she'd appreciate it.
Huh. Has a good sarcastic vibe to it. But no, no we can do better.
You are AMY THISTLE. As previously mentioned, you have spent your ENTIRE LIFE inside of a SIMULATION. As the VOICE IN YOUR HEAD has repeated several times, something went wrong when you were a baby, and you LOST CONNECTION to something referred to as the "MAIN SHIP", though you aren't entirely sure what that means or what happened. This simulation was meant to STIMULATE you emotionally and mentally while your body was growing.
Now, lets talk about your interest and hobbies. Unfortunately, you have become VERY GOOD AT BABYSITTING. The BABIES here REFUSE TO AGE, forcing you to TAKE CARE OF THEM YOUR WHOLE LIFE. Because of this, you also DISLIKE CUTE THINGS and are MENTALLY EXHAUSTED. You LOVE READING, and thankfully have many books to read. Even though you enjoy reading just about anything, your favorite topic is HISTORY.
What will you do?
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Post by Sharkalien on Jul 22, 2016 20:13:57 GMT
>Jump out the window
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Post by Curris on Jul 23, 2016 6:34:49 GMT
Investigate Star Chest!
Pick up Crayons?
Relax in comfortable logpile?
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DeathRight
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Post by DeathRight on Jul 23, 2016 19:29:21 GMT
Not much is left in your toy chest, as over the years you've given away many of the toys to appease the babies. But there's still your stuffed bunny. From what you've read in books bunnies don't actually look like this, so you admire the creative effort that went into deforming the creature. Then of course, you have your trusty knife and tea cup for when you and the bunny play cards and gamble. You don't actually have cards, but it's nice to pretend sometimes. The knife is for added risk.
Relax in comfortable logpile?
Yeah, that's the leftover wood from when you disassembled the frame of your crib many years ago once you grew too much and the space became cramped. Now when you sleep half your body slumps off the mattress, though. The wood pile might be just about as comfortable, but you think you're better off on the floor if you actually wanted to relax.
You acquire your crayons off the floor. It's nice to tidy up once in awhile, as there's not much else to do.
You've... actually considered it before. You aren't sure what'd happen, but life here is so monotonous. So unfulfilling. You have the babies, so you aren't as lonely as you could be, still though, it's pretty sad and lonely here... Sometimes you stand here, contemplating it for awhile. If you don't end up waking up from the simulation, and you truly do die, you suppose this is one of the better ways to go, rather than by bleeding out or something. Not that you want to die -- you don't, but... it doesn't seem like you're living.
Will you actually do this?
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Post by Sharkalien on Jul 23, 2016 22:53:07 GMT
>Yes
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Post by Con Air on Jul 23, 2016 23:03:32 GMT
No!
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Post by Curris on Jul 24, 2016 0:06:54 GMT
Nah, not yet.
Let's go visit the babies!
How many are there? Do you know all their names?
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