REVENGE
16 March 2008, 04:27 AM
A nightmare you shan't awake from.
A war that was never meant to be waged.
We walk with disembodied shadows in hopes of being saved.
We walk with them in vain.
Everything you see here is an illusion - or at least that's what you'd like to tell yourself. That's what you'd love to believe. Here on what's left of Earth, everything is far too real... far too Hell embraced. People run amongst the phantom-like streets of long ago cities, praying for redemption. Redemption, my friend, is not an option here - the God so many people left their souls with has come and gone, and has taken those he thought worthy with him. But those who are left behind... they're [b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b][b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b][b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b][b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b]ed, forced to walk the face of the world that's been forgotten. All the vibrant colors the Earth used to hold are faded and weary now from the war that ended long ago. A war between man and angel, a fight for heaven that failed... a fight that ended in unnecessary blood shed. Most died - but a few prevailed, giving life back to the forgotten world. Scattered families and shattered minds collide at times, but people are hesitant of making contact with strangers...
We're all waiting to wake from this nightmare - waiting for someone to save us and our souls. A key, unknown in appearance or location, is the last remaining chance for the salvation of us all from this Hell we've been trapped within. Yet many of us are unaware of exactly what we're searching for when we dig in the ruins of long ago empires; the need to search is merely an automatic psychological need. You're looking for it too aren't you? Digging in the past and praying for a miricle? Fighting others for things that you hope to be what you're looking for? Do you dream of things that make little sense, yet are vivid and frightening as well? The violence and hopelessness of this world will kill us all in the end, I fear - our demise creeps ever closer.
We were left behind; we are the forgotten.
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Rules:
No killing characters without prior permission.
The Key is hidden away where bits of dreams and nightmares lie - unlock the riddles of your dreams to find it.
Please use correct grammar & spelling to the very best of your ability.
Unlimited characters, but no more than one or two characters may meet in the beginning - merely narrate your life, surroundings, and/or dreams until a new character joins you in the search for the key and/or other things.
Keep out of role chatting to a minimum.
There may be a number of different types of characters in this role-play, including but not limited to: Angels, humans, and demons.
No playing as God.
This is a serious role-play. Keep it that way.
The search for the key must take time - you may not find it right away or without effort through out this thread.
Please do your best to be detailed in your narration and dialogue.
Questions about the above rules and/or gameplay? Email me. :]
(lind-zeee@hotmail.com)
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Character List:
Revenge - Vivian | The Guiltless
Poetic - Loprath | The Guiltless
Freebee - Femil | Human; Former Angel
Cha-Cha - Maureen Johnson | Human
Walmart - Desacral | Fallen Angel
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The building behind me, ridden with flame and ash, would soon be lost in a pool of more important memories - it would fade away from my thoughts as it had from those who had long abandoned it's depths. The arches burned; the remains of shattered stained glass grew hot; the pews set fire with ease - yes, the church would soon be forgotten. The fire had relieved the stress and frustration towards the one who had left me, as those like me, behind. After all, what had we done so terrible as to be forgotten? So vile? So evil? Absolutely nothing. The sound of faint footsteps falling upon the cracked concrete met my ears among the popping and cracking noises of the fire. Hesitantly, I turned to see an unfamiliar face.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
A war that was never meant to be waged.
We walk with disembodied shadows in hopes of being saved.
We walk with them in vain.
Everything you see here is an illusion - or at least that's what you'd like to tell yourself. That's what you'd love to believe. Here on what's left of Earth, everything is far too real... far too Hell embraced. People run amongst the phantom-like streets of long ago cities, praying for redemption. Redemption, my friend, is not an option here - the God so many people left their souls with has come and gone, and has taken those he thought worthy with him. But those who are left behind... they're [b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b][b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b][b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b][b][color=red]- PLEASE REPORT ME FOR SWEARING!!! -[/color][/b]ed, forced to walk the face of the world that's been forgotten. All the vibrant colors the Earth used to hold are faded and weary now from the war that ended long ago. A war between man and angel, a fight for heaven that failed... a fight that ended in unnecessary blood shed. Most died - but a few prevailed, giving life back to the forgotten world. Scattered families and shattered minds collide at times, but people are hesitant of making contact with strangers...
We're all waiting to wake from this nightmare - waiting for someone to save us and our souls. A key, unknown in appearance or location, is the last remaining chance for the salvation of us all from this Hell we've been trapped within. Yet many of us are unaware of exactly what we're searching for when we dig in the ruins of long ago empires; the need to search is merely an automatic psychological need. You're looking for it too aren't you? Digging in the past and praying for a miricle? Fighting others for things that you hope to be what you're looking for? Do you dream of things that make little sense, yet are vivid and frightening as well? The violence and hopelessness of this world will kill us all in the end, I fear - our demise creeps ever closer.
We were left behind; we are the forgotten.
---------
Rules:
No killing characters without prior permission.
The Key is hidden away where bits of dreams and nightmares lie - unlock the riddles of your dreams to find it.
Please use correct grammar & spelling to the very best of your ability.
Unlimited characters, but no more than one or two characters may meet in the beginning - merely narrate your life, surroundings, and/or dreams until a new character joins you in the search for the key and/or other things.
Keep out of role chatting to a minimum.
There may be a number of different types of characters in this role-play, including but not limited to: Angels, humans, and demons.
No playing as God.
This is a serious role-play. Keep it that way.
The search for the key must take time - you may not find it right away or without effort through out this thread.
Please do your best to be detailed in your narration and dialogue.
Questions about the above rules and/or gameplay? Email me. :]
(lind-zeee@hotmail.com)
---------
Character List:
Revenge - Vivian | The Guiltless
Poetic - Loprath | The Guiltless
Freebee - Femil | Human; Former Angel
Cha-Cha - Maureen Johnson | Human
Walmart - Desacral | Fallen Angel
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The building behind me, ridden with flame and ash, would soon be lost in a pool of more important memories - it would fade away from my thoughts as it had from those who had long abandoned it's depths. The arches burned; the remains of shattered stained glass grew hot; the pews set fire with ease - yes, the church would soon be forgotten. The fire had relieved the stress and frustration towards the one who had left me, as those like me, behind. After all, what had we done so terrible as to be forgotten? So vile? So evil? Absolutely nothing. The sound of faint footsteps falling upon the cracked concrete met my ears among the popping and cracking noises of the fire. Hesitantly, I turned to see an unfamiliar face.
"Who are you? What do you want?"