WishBone
One who walks between the physical and the digital
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You don't go to Blacksite 113, hell, to the modern world it doesn't exist.
You won't find it listed on websites or even the black, books, articles, or even older age writings before its official inception to becoming a Blacksite.
They don't care if you haven't served in the military, emergency response or received any formal training whatsoever.
This place makes Area 51 a shopping mall in comparison.
So - how did you end up here?
Because you were smart?
Because you were the strongest, fastest, best martial artist?
No.
Because you can fire twelve rounds, throw knives and axes?
No.
Because you can do math backwards while doing triple backflips?
No.
---
Its your ability to handle stressful situations, fear of the cold and terrifying kind - look it dead in the eye while making choices.
Choices that not only shape the world, but prevent it from ending and none of it is easy.
At Blacksite 113.
You deal with the consequences yourself, either by sheer grit, a shovel, a gun or bloodied fists.
Other times, they kill you, eat you from the inside or worse.
Twist you to their own ends where your goals are theirs.
Or you become them.
How do you apply?
You don't.
They find you.
Like fucking Morpheus to Neo, after getting a taste of what the bigger picture is - you either choose to forget after shitting yourselves.
Or you put your big kid pants on, take that red pill and a big sip.
---
Its only now we need new recruits.
So now, its your turn to take up the torch.
Welcome to Blacksite 113.
Face your demons. Conquer your fears. Fight your consequences.
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OOC:
You wake up - in a barracks, plucked from the real world and led to a medical room for a check.
You wouldn't be younger than 28, you still need life experience.
You wouldn't be older than fifty either, you still need to be not as fucked by life too.
Here in this site you are offered an option.
6 years service - for a vast improvement to your lifestyle, monetary gain, etc.
You go back to it as if nothing was amiss for those six years.
Or you forget.
Oh I forgot, they present you with a polished obsidian cube and ask if you can move the icon in the centre.
The moment you touch it, you learn the crushing horrific truth of what nightmarish creatures this place contains and what the real world actually is.
Your life was but a dream, you were taken out to act and contain what was within site 113.
Faced with the daunting task, they assure you.
You will be provided for here.
Do you face the truth.
Or choose ignorance.
Or indulge your curioscity.
Player slots:
5
You won't find it listed on websites or even the black, books, articles, or even older age writings before its official inception to becoming a Blacksite.
They don't care if you haven't served in the military, emergency response or received any formal training whatsoever.
This place makes Area 51 a shopping mall in comparison.
So - how did you end up here?
Because you were smart?
Because you were the strongest, fastest, best martial artist?
No.
Because you can fire twelve rounds, throw knives and axes?
No.
Because you can do math backwards while doing triple backflips?
No.
---
Its your ability to handle stressful situations, fear of the cold and terrifying kind - look it dead in the eye while making choices.
Choices that not only shape the world, but prevent it from ending and none of it is easy.
At Blacksite 113.
You deal with the consequences yourself, either by sheer grit, a shovel, a gun or bloodied fists.
Other times, they kill you, eat you from the inside or worse.
Twist you to their own ends where your goals are theirs.
Or you become them.
How do you apply?
You don't.
They find you.
Like fucking Morpheus to Neo, after getting a taste of what the bigger picture is - you either choose to forget after shitting yourselves.
Or you put your big kid pants on, take that red pill and a big sip.
---
Its only now we need new recruits.
So now, its your turn to take up the torch.
Welcome to Blacksite 113.
Face your demons. Conquer your fears. Fight your consequences.
-----
OOC:
You wake up - in a barracks, plucked from the real world and led to a medical room for a check.
You wouldn't be younger than 28, you still need life experience.
You wouldn't be older than fifty either, you still need to be not as fucked by life too.
Here in this site you are offered an option.
6 years service - for a vast improvement to your lifestyle, monetary gain, etc.
You go back to it as if nothing was amiss for those six years.
Or you forget.
Oh I forgot, they present you with a polished obsidian cube and ask if you can move the icon in the centre.
The moment you touch it, you learn the crushing horrific truth of what nightmarish creatures this place contains and what the real world actually is.
Your life was but a dream, you were taken out to act and contain what was within site 113.
Faced with the daunting task, they assure you.
You will be provided for here.
Do you face the truth.
Or choose ignorance.
Or indulge your curioscity.
Player slots:
5
