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#Post#: 317057--------------------------------------------------
Golden Days
By: Devon Date: January 30, 2013, 6:21 pm
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In the Golden Days, a world would be interacted with, and those
interactions would register with everyone within that world. If
a continent collapsed, it was ruin and destruction for those on
the continent. Every attempt on a life, every action, every
idea, had a reaction based around it. In those Golden Days,
everyone worked together and against each other, to truly create
what only a group could. When a society would fall, another
would rise in its wake and those in control would learn from the
mistakes of the prior. Everyone would grow and evolve each step
of the way. Here it shall again be so. Here, the universe shall
bend to the writers, and the writers shall bend in the recoil.
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Rules:
1. If it happens, you must accept it
2. Everything is permitted, nothing is sacred.
3. When interacting with NPC's, there are no laws for
modding.
4. When interacting with players, typical T1 rules apply
5. No ignoring posts or actions that would conflict with
you or your environment.
6. Anyone caught ignoring posts, or people without at least
identifying their knowledge of the person/actions, will have
their post deleted.
7. Have fun, go wild, and remember to always be on the
lookout for anything that may alter your character's situation.
8. DO NOT undo what another has done, unless it is within
your power to do so.
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/center]
Details:
It is the year 2013; the month not important, and the world
has grown just as it has in ours. Cities are full of monotonous
machine-like people who travel from job to home in scheduled
paths, and countries with guns still act as though they are the
center of the universe. No one knows how wrong they could be.
Scientists have knowledge of science, magicians knowledge of
magic, but what you bring to this universe is known only to you.
Vampires, demons, angels, werewolves, faeries, yada yada yada.
These things are thought myths: Though we know different, and no
human has knowledge of the beyond unless you decide its so.
There are no limits to what you can be; where you can go, what
you can do: Unless your character just isnt able to do it, then
its off limits. You may kill or injure, burn or love, anything
or anyone you want. BUT these actions will define you, and these
moments shall determine what ripples you create for others to
interact with.
Every ten posts roughly, I shall post what changes have occurred
in the world as well as any important people that may have
passed away. Presidents, queens, etc. In the event that you
yourself destroy or kill in such a way as to alter the universe
enough around you, please note such at the bottom of your post.
So I may get to it and find what has happened for everyone's
use.
(IF I blow up New York, and kill the President, then to everyone
writing, the President has been killed, and New York is
destroyed. Clean up efforts will take place, the world will
react as it should, and a new President will be elected. A
search would be out for me if such a thing were possible: If I
was identified, and the destruction would be on national news.
Leading others to find out easily.)
Think creatively, and remember to interact with the world when
it gives you the chance. Dont forget to pay attention to any
changes that may occur throughout the writing, as it may
drastically alter your own actions.
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Re: Golden Days
By: Devon Date: January 30, 2013, 7:02 pm
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[center]PLEASE READ RULES AND DESCRIPTION PRIOR TO
POSTING!![/center]
Three months in seclusion; three damn months alone without so
much as a voice in his head to talk with, and Devon was truly
feeling lost. He knew he deserved the segregation, the
separation from society, from the others, but he also hated it.
He had begun to grow desperate and desolate; dark thoughts
tainting his creative mind with insidious plans and schemes, but
still he could do nothing but hate and grow lonely. Not even his
thoughts of escape and freedom could prevent him from falling
into the darkness of complete abandonment.
Three months had passed in the maximum security prison; three
months without Devon Lacroix in the yard killing other inmates.
Three months without guards fearing for their lives on each
round. Yet, Devon still believed he was simply being kept away
from others because they were evil. Because they wished harm
upon him. He had no idea of his dark side; of the demon inside,
no idea at all of what he could do to others.
And that was how the demon wanted it
For it was a real demon that spoke through Devon; acted through
his hands, and killed so insatiably when he was unaware. It was
that demon which made him forget, made him oblivious to the hell
he could create. A demon of deceit, of malice and corruption.
Devon was its thousandth victim in its lifetime on earth, but
its greatest host of all. In Devon the demon found power it
needed to sustain itself, and a mind easily overcome. In Devon,
the deceitful creature found its place.
Devon was a human; twenty five years old, in the prime of his
life, and he was beyond what the average man could ever be.
Devon was an unpracticed pyromancer and even he had no idea as
to the potential he held. But the demon did; it knew explicitly
what Devon was capable of, and it savored each moment it could
make him use it.
Devon was sentenced to life without parole; to be carried out in
an nondescript maximum security prison in the Nevada desert. A
desolate, hot, and dangerous sanctum for the criminally insane
and socially chaotic. A place for his human side, but a place
that his demon was tired of being held hostage within.
It had only been three months since Devon arrived; killing
starting the first day and ending with the guard who placed him
in solitary, and since that first day, the demon had been in
charge. Taking what humanity a shallow and sorrowful man like
Devon had left, and discarding it with ease. He had been
incarcerated and even without knowledge of why, how long, or
even where, Devon believed it was his fault and that he deserved
it. That complete sorrow and wish for forgiveness gave the
dangerous demon the opening it needed to crush his will and
control his actions.
Three months in; a week total in control, and nothing was
changing. Food came, no visitors shown, and his life seemed ever
more pointless. Day in, day out, everything drug out in a dark
and endless march to insanity. Three months... til everything
changed.
Suddenly Devon awoke in his dark cell; aware entirely of his
power, of his potential, of his abilities and control over fire.
He awoke in a blaze of hatred, confusion, and dangerous thoughts
of revenge and redemption. His eyes were dry; his tongue a
desert amidst a burning sea, and his heart pounded like a war
drum before the first shot rang out. He could feel the heat
pouring from his body like a river tearing through the earth,
and with each passing second in the darkness, he grew more and
more aware of it.
Within seconds he could feel the last trickle of sweat evaporate
from the nape of his neck, as his body temperature reached
unnatural levels. Within minutes his small cell had begun to
grow brighter; his skin beginning to illuminate from within.
Within half an hour of standing still in the fading darkness,
Devon was a pulsating column of fire and heat. He burned with
the white hot intensity of a star at the core, and he no longer
possessed human features. Within an hour, the entire prison was
nothing more than smoldering rubble, and Devon was gone into the
winds of the desert around it. No one would find his body; most
of the residents in the fortress of incarceration burnt beyond
recognition, and he doubted anyone would care. He was free and
he knew now what he could do.
Three months, and Devon went from the average man, to a living
conduit for devilish flames, as well as an unwilling host to a
parasitic demon known only in the nether realms. Definitely
three months well spent.
((Nondescript Prison in Nevada- Destroyed))
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Re: Golden Days
By: Blink Date: January 31, 2013, 1:22 pm
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Congress had been in session for some time thursday morning;
nearly six hours since seven, and the outcome of their new bill
was being awaited by the masses nationwide. They had been in
debate throughout the week, and when the bill finally reached
their steps, it was taking them a long time to finally decide
what to do. Of course, the bill was of no concern to the three
men that stood a block away from the halls of congress. They
could care less about whether a new tax bill or gun law was
ratified. They were above such meaningless laws and pointless
ideals such as security and safety.
They knew no one was safe, no one was secure, no matter how many
guns they had, and no matter how much money they spent. They
knew that whether the bill passed or not, it would quickly be
argued against or for again and again. The masses were a sickly
fickle bunch, and the three knew what humanity had sunken to in
these corporate controlled days. They needed no government or
laws to guide them, and unlike so many of the population, they
had true goals and a meaning in life. To serve their commander
and complete the missions he saw fit for them.
It was for a mission that they stood at a street corner and
waited for congress to let out. They had already completed what
they intended to, but the final rendering of their operation had
to be witnessed in order to be recorded as a success. So, for
three hours more they stood silently and motionless, watching as
men and women of all shapes and sizes, colors and creeds, walked
by with their pointless lives, and continued on down their
meaningless roads. Three more hours of staring and waiting, and
at the dawn of a new hour, Congress finally adjourned.
The collection of Congressmen made their ways from the building
to their Bentleys and BMW's, their government bought homes, and
their expensive lives. They spoke here and there before leaving,
but in less than five minutes, they had all dispersed. No one
was left in the great hall of Congress, and with nods of
agreement to one another, the three separated and faded into
obscurity amongst the others walking the streets.
Their job was not a simple one; nor a difficult one given their
specialties, but to any others present, it would have seemed as
though nothing happened. Nothing at all. That however, was not
the case. For as each and every Congressman left the hall, he
was walking his last short line into darkness.
No more than ten minutes after the three had went their own
ways, all of the Congressmen had died. Several had been
immolated or blown apart when their cars burst into flames.
Several more had arrived home only to be vaporized by a blast
that tore that same structure they called their own apart. Even
more were found dead on the streets; their hearts punctured by
an unknown weapon, and the last few were simply never seen
again.
The three had completed their job with extreme proficiency, and
they had each been paid their dividend for the attack on the
nation. They were left to float on the breeze and act as though
they cared... Until their next mission fell into their laps, and
they were again activated.
((United States Congress - All Killed ))
#Post#: 317227--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Days
By: MrMaru Date: January 31, 2013, 4:38 pm
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Somewhere in a northern Siberian underground base, Dominique was
sitting at a computer; keeping a close eye on the current
happenings in the United States; his home country, and other
sections of the world. With a group of top Russian, Japanese,
American, and Chinese scientists working on building him the
ultimate weapon in the underground facility, he knew they were
close to completion. So, for the time being, he was waiting for
several phonecalls and text messages to be received.
Since he was using a Google Chrome account, the man knew well
that what was about to happen would never be tracked back to
him; he would simply wake up one day, his plans coming to
fruition. Now, with the developments in the United States
leaving their congress dead, he couldn't deny his amusement at
how easily dispatched they were; something he'd been plotting
since he'd gone astray some two years ago.
It was relatively quiet until he'd received a call and several
texts. With a devilish grin on his face, Dom had answered the
phone; using a voice masking device to further hide; knowing
everyone would think he was more than likely in Tennessee
because of the number. When he'd picked up the phone, the voice
on the other side had asked if it was time to go ahead with what
was going to happen. All Dom spoke, however, was a simple "Yes"
and the line went dead.
He knew the man on the other end of the line was going to die,
but it was needed if his plans would come to fruition;
meanwhile, the rest of the world would likely blame terrorists.
So, as he looked to the monitors, witnessing as a newscaster in
Beijing spoke of a plane that was apparently hijacked and flown
into the capital building, a vile grin overtook his face.
'Excellent. When the Chinese react, they'll think it was
terrorists. They'll never know.' Though, of course, he also
watched as the story of the suicide attack began to overtake all
major news networks.
The aircraft was so large, filled with so much fuel, when it
struck the capital building, a huge explosion soon occurred and
swallowed up the entire building; as well as all the Chinese
government officials and a few hundred civilians; something
which would certainly make world news. Of course, these 'acts'
would only be the first stage of his plan. But, he was
distracted from his current thoughts by the 'ding!' of a text
message to his voice account; the text, asking if it was fine
for the next phase.
"Go ahead." With that simple text, the sniper took aim and fired
one shot into the British prime-minister's skull; from atop one
of the towering buildings. Of course, as soon as he'd fired and
the prime minister fell to his death, the sniper ducked down and
grasped a grenade; pulling the pin and chucking it off the top
of the building before slipping back into the door on the roof
of the building in total secrecy as the riots began below; news
crews swarming to the scene as the queen stood mortified but
angry.
((Beijing, China - Government Officials All Dead -including the
assassin- President gravely injured; Great Brittain - Prime
Minister Dead))
#Post#: 317244--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Days
By: Blink Date: January 31, 2013, 4:59 pm
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Worldwide the news went out; faster than lightning across the
skies, as the British Prime Minister was assassinated, and all
of the government officials in Beijing were blown apart. The
broadcast was televised as well as digital, and featured every
language imaginable for a translation. The entire world waited
with their breath held as the reporters claimed terrorism and
began to recount eye witness reports.
The United States, having suffered a grievous blow to its
infrastructure as well, found the timing of the other attacks to
be far more like a strategic strike than a simple assassination
and some acts of terrorism. Beginning the minute the plane
exploded, a world court of the most secretive organizations
known and unknown: CIA, MI6, KGB, and others, was brought
together in an undisclosed location, and a debate was brought
about.
No one would claim credit for the actions; pointing fingers at
everyone else as they too had fingers pointed at them, but in
the end, it came to be that none there were responsible, but
were required to find out who. Together. They created in that
debate, a secret world force that would link all their branches
and technology together in the hopes of catching the culprits
responsible. There was no name for this top secret group
assembled, and not even the leaders of the various world
governments knew about its creation.
This task force; this militarized special operations unit, would
hunt down and kill whomever was responsible for the horrendous
attacks on the civilized world. They had little intel to go
from, but they were the best trained and best equipped men and
women for the job in the world. Each specialized in an area
essential for tracking and killing, and each was outfitted with
a gps tracking dot that would immediately alert the others if
they were captured, or killed.
There was no telling whether they would succeed, but at the end
of the world court conference, one thing was sure. They had to
try... For the sake of the remaining members of government, and
the stability of those foundations they held dear.
((World Task Force organized, and special military unit
assembled to hunt and kill the culprits behind the mass
terrorist attacks worldwide - No one is currently aware of their
identities or whereabouts ))
#Post#: 317324--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Days
By: Devon Date: January 31, 2013, 8:22 pm
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[center]Current/Valid actions/reactions[/center]
[center]Rules:
1. If it happens, you must accept it
2. Everything is permitted, nothing is sacred.
3. When interacting with NPC's, there are no laws for
modding.
4. When interacting with players, typical T1 rules apply
5. No ignoring posts or actions that would conflict with
you or your environment.
6. Anyone caught ignoring posts, or people without at least
identifying their knowledge of the person/actions, will have
their post deleted.
7. Have fun, go wild, and remember to always be on the
lookout for anything that may alter your character's situation.
8. DO NOT undo what another has done, unless it is within
your power to do so.[/center]
[center]_________________________________________[/center]
((World Task Force organized, and special military unit
assembled to hunt and kill the culprits behind the mass
terrorist attacks worldwide - No one is currently aware of their
identities or whereabouts. Beijing, China - Government Officials
All Dead -including the assassin- President gravely injured;
Great Britain - Prime Minister Dead. United States Congress -
All Killed. Nondescript Prison in Nevada- Destroyed))
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Re: Golden Days
By: Dems Darkfire Date: February 5, 2013, 2:23 pm
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The paper flickered back and forth in the increasing winds,
twisting and whirling the image in and out of the single man's
view. Every now and again the picture of a man in a black
Valentino suit, crisped t perfection at the dry cleaners the day
before, every crease in the right location, the slicked back
blond hair only added to the feeling of how much of a douche
this one man was. But he had not been sent here to judge the
man's character, no, he had been sent to do something much more
simple.
You see, this image was doubled in the eyes of a beast. A devil
sent out to carry out one order through a single contract.
Domnic wasn't human, he didn't think he was. Not any more. All
he had was a simple picture and when he looked out towards the
building he could see why. No scope, no visual enhancements, and
nothing to aid him in any way. Yet he could see nearly a
thousand yards with no problem at all. What had happened to
cause this?
He questioned his humanity against others. Was he a vampire now?
Had it truly happened as it was described to him? No it couldn't
be. Vampires feared sunlight and slept in coffins didn't they?
It was high noon right now and he was sprawled out across a
roof, his Remington 700 tactical rifle loaded with .300
Winchester Magnum rounds.
"There you are..." Standing behind the conference table, the
slicked back hair came to a strange point at the back of his
head "There you are..." Glowing purple eyes seemed to zoom in
past the glass, hearing every word the man spoke. The bolt of
his rifle cocked back and then forward, the round chambered for
its march through the air.
The pressure on the trigger felt nice, the slick, dark metal
felt good against his skin as it pressed into his flesh for only
a second before he felt the kickback hit his shoulder, the sound
of the round firing slashed through the air and the shattering
window soon found its way to his ear. The bullet nailed the
mark, splattering the board members in brain matter as the
lifeless body slumped forward onto the paperwork of the day.
Screaming, shouting, people looking for the person responsible
through the windows, yet Domnic was already gone from his perch,
closing up his modified rifle into a small suitcase,
disassembled for travel.
"CEO and owner of three major corporations... No name, no face,
just there... I wonder who he was in real life... maybe he
wasn't the douchebag..." Domnic dropped the Photo onto the
floor, the information on the back landing face up. "Hmm.." He
stepped over it and wandered out. "No idea..."
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