Laughingstokk
Knight
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The ships had appeared in the middle of the night. Twenty seven large masses of black metal loomed in orbit above earth which were so massive they could be seen with the naked eye from the ground, as massive black slices out of the otherwise normal blue sky. The places where the sun was eclipsed by their forms had shadows which were unnaturally pitch black, and became known by different names all over the world. The gates of hell, Agujero Del Diablo (the Devil's hole), Tártaros, the list is seemingly infinite on social media. They are eerily silent despite their ominous names, and most governments simply refer to them as restricted zones to undercut the panic. For months people were left to theorize on the purpose of the presumed extraterrestrials arrival. Then suddenly one day, all at once, all the personnel immediately around the restricted zones were killed instantly. Every single one dropped dead soundlessly, and lay there for three days. The cities which had districts engulfed in the blackness were completely evacuated after this, and in one of the few cases of good foresight by world leaders, many lives were saved. The bodies of the men and women whom were guarding or researching the areas for the sake of humanity had risen to walk their bunkers once again. They did not go out of their abodes to terrorize the living, however, as so many fans of supernatural fiction insisted was going to happen. There was even a short lived petition to carpet bomb the locations the bodies were in as a preventative measure. Perhaps they should have.
On the hundred and twenty first day of arrival, three days after the death of the frontline workers and defense, the bodies rose up and walked into the veil of darkness. Pillars of the unknown in the most literal sense. They have not been seen since. Twelve hours later, the beasts came out to play. All manor of slithering, slimy, crawling, creeping things arose from the darkness as if they were birthed from the shadow-casting satellites. If their features could be attributed to any of the carbon based life forms of earth, they would be; eels, octopi, squid, worms, slugs, starfish, or other similar invertebrates. They were all painted in a cumulative grayscale of color, or lack thereof. Most were black of skin, with the much larger ones the size of houses being at lightest a wet pavement gray. These were the servants of darkness sent forth by the invaders to clean the earth of humanity and all other organic life it seemed, which they did with a cold efficiency. Without so much of a hint as to why we carbon based life forms had to die. It took months for the remaining scientists of earth to figure out how to damage these specimen, let alone what they were. Probably because all the top minds had been completely obliterated in what seemed to be an incredibly insightful first strike.
The united states brought every member of their armed forces home to combat this enemy. Every other global threat seemed to pale in comparison, and rightly so. Conflicts between nations quite literally went dark. Farming and infrastructure became the most important economic projects on the planet, as if they weren't already. Massive underground railways were constructed, the remaining small outposts of culture and our old way of life became fortresses with walls the likes of which had never been conceived. Humanity's numbers dropped by seventy five percent, but it held steadily at that number and we were able to draw our cards close to our chest and reset our position in this siege of our planet. Outside our outposts became wasteland, but stranger things happened to the landscape. Seemingly biological structures were formed by the attacking beings. Eventually their forms almost resembled castles with ramparts and towers reaching far higher than any skyscraper which has ever been constructed. Scouting drones over the areas saw activity which confused their observers. Some of the bodies of the people who had been killed were carted like royalty on the backs of their otherworldly beasts to their newly constructed homes. Their own generals and governors had seemingly moved into place, and now the real war can begin.
A special compound known as C4L56-5 seems to disrupt the beings molecular structure, reducing them to mush. It behaves much like a space age polymer, as light as plastic but far stronger than steel. The difficulty of it's manufacture, however, makes it's usefulness somewhat in question. Many people believe we should only be focusing our funds on defense, building our walls thicker and our cannons larger. Simply cling to the last bit of ground we have left and ensure we never come face to face with the sentience which has invaded our world. Those with political power and their military counterparts unanimously disagree. So, while they keep the public calm with continued security and new construction to create artificial islands to ship hordes of citizens far away form the currently completely grounded threat, they are also pouring all of their collective resources into a culmination of all military science. Robotics, genetic manipulation, perfectly designed training, strategy, and technological science all converging on a single team of super soldiers meant to spearhead our side of the war. Is it enough? This remains to be seen.
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Hello everyone. I've met a few partners on here I'm happy to be involved with, but this specific project is meant to target those who like slow burn story telling coupled with mystery and a sense that your character is not totally safe in their role as a super-human meant to save humanity. I won't be outright killing anyone (Unless you're cool with that,) but we are definitely going to fight quite a few losing battles. As such, if you're the type to play an adventure which goes perfectly the whole time: This one's not for you.
Originally I was going to put this up as a 1v1 rp, but I can never bring myself to do that. It's just such a shame to only have two moving parts to a story, when bringing in the creativity of others is the whole reason why I'm here. That being said, I'm only going for a very tight knit-group of engaging and descriptive writers to do the existential horror genre justice. I'd prefer you be able to write at least two good paragraphs, or ten sentences per post. I won't exactly be counting your actual posts when we start, but I am going to require an rp sample before we get going to ensure I don't get all excited to start and get disappointed when we aren't on the same page. So, write me a few paragraphs on any topic whatsoever and if I like your writing style, I'll like it and you're in. I'm only going to be accepting two members this way, and the first two who post that way and receive a like will get the spots. This means you shouldn't be discouraged if someone else says they're interested, as they won't officially be accepted until this happens. And in the event I get quite a few good writers interested I could be persuaded to add more people, but tentatively. I really would rather write a few chapters worth of content with two writers rather than have it die off in three posts with five, ya dig? Only trying to prevent this with my audition method, not hurt anyone's self esteem.
As far as characters go, I'm thinking most would have to have a history with the military or even as a mercenary or spy. Enhanced in any scyfy cyberpunk way you can think of, just in case you'd like your writing sample to involve a character you had in mind.
Inspirations: God Eater, Alien: Isolation, Mass Effect, The Zurg from Starcraft, Assassination classroom (as far as the special plastic which is the only compound that damages the aliens besides giant explosions.)
On the hundred and twenty first day of arrival, three days after the death of the frontline workers and defense, the bodies rose up and walked into the veil of darkness. Pillars of the unknown in the most literal sense. They have not been seen since. Twelve hours later, the beasts came out to play. All manor of slithering, slimy, crawling, creeping things arose from the darkness as if they were birthed from the shadow-casting satellites. If their features could be attributed to any of the carbon based life forms of earth, they would be; eels, octopi, squid, worms, slugs, starfish, or other similar invertebrates. They were all painted in a cumulative grayscale of color, or lack thereof. Most were black of skin, with the much larger ones the size of houses being at lightest a wet pavement gray. These were the servants of darkness sent forth by the invaders to clean the earth of humanity and all other organic life it seemed, which they did with a cold efficiency. Without so much of a hint as to why we carbon based life forms had to die. It took months for the remaining scientists of earth to figure out how to damage these specimen, let alone what they were. Probably because all the top minds had been completely obliterated in what seemed to be an incredibly insightful first strike.
The united states brought every member of their armed forces home to combat this enemy. Every other global threat seemed to pale in comparison, and rightly so. Conflicts between nations quite literally went dark. Farming and infrastructure became the most important economic projects on the planet, as if they weren't already. Massive underground railways were constructed, the remaining small outposts of culture and our old way of life became fortresses with walls the likes of which had never been conceived. Humanity's numbers dropped by seventy five percent, but it held steadily at that number and we were able to draw our cards close to our chest and reset our position in this siege of our planet. Outside our outposts became wasteland, but stranger things happened to the landscape. Seemingly biological structures were formed by the attacking beings. Eventually their forms almost resembled castles with ramparts and towers reaching far higher than any skyscraper which has ever been constructed. Scouting drones over the areas saw activity which confused their observers. Some of the bodies of the people who had been killed were carted like royalty on the backs of their otherworldly beasts to their newly constructed homes. Their own generals and governors had seemingly moved into place, and now the real war can begin.
A special compound known as C4L56-5 seems to disrupt the beings molecular structure, reducing them to mush. It behaves much like a space age polymer, as light as plastic but far stronger than steel. The difficulty of it's manufacture, however, makes it's usefulness somewhat in question. Many people believe we should only be focusing our funds on defense, building our walls thicker and our cannons larger. Simply cling to the last bit of ground we have left and ensure we never come face to face with the sentience which has invaded our world. Those with political power and their military counterparts unanimously disagree. So, while they keep the public calm with continued security and new construction to create artificial islands to ship hordes of citizens far away form the currently completely grounded threat, they are also pouring all of their collective resources into a culmination of all military science. Robotics, genetic manipulation, perfectly designed training, strategy, and technological science all converging on a single team of super soldiers meant to spearhead our side of the war. Is it enough? This remains to be seen.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Hello everyone. I've met a few partners on here I'm happy to be involved with, but this specific project is meant to target those who like slow burn story telling coupled with mystery and a sense that your character is not totally safe in their role as a super-human meant to save humanity. I won't be outright killing anyone (Unless you're cool with that,) but we are definitely going to fight quite a few losing battles. As such, if you're the type to play an adventure which goes perfectly the whole time: This one's not for you.
Originally I was going to put this up as a 1v1 rp, but I can never bring myself to do that. It's just such a shame to only have two moving parts to a story, when bringing in the creativity of others is the whole reason why I'm here. That being said, I'm only going for a very tight knit-group of engaging and descriptive writers to do the existential horror genre justice. I'd prefer you be able to write at least two good paragraphs, or ten sentences per post. I won't exactly be counting your actual posts when we start, but I am going to require an rp sample before we get going to ensure I don't get all excited to start and get disappointed when we aren't on the same page. So, write me a few paragraphs on any topic whatsoever and if I like your writing style, I'll like it and you're in. I'm only going to be accepting two members this way, and the first two who post that way and receive a like will get the spots. This means you shouldn't be discouraged if someone else says they're interested, as they won't officially be accepted until this happens. And in the event I get quite a few good writers interested I could be persuaded to add more people, but tentatively. I really would rather write a few chapters worth of content with two writers rather than have it die off in three posts with five, ya dig? Only trying to prevent this with my audition method, not hurt anyone's self esteem.
As far as characters go, I'm thinking most would have to have a history with the military or even as a mercenary or spy. Enhanced in any scyfy cyberpunk way you can think of, just in case you'd like your writing sample to involve a character you had in mind.
Inspirations: God Eater, Alien: Isolation, Mass Effect, The Zurg from Starcraft, Assassination classroom (as far as the special plastic which is the only compound that damages the aliens besides giant explosions.)
