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Help a Chuunbiyou.
(made by newbies. please bare with us we are baby.)
> GM ::
keyboard violence
keyboard violence
> Co-GM ::
dokjacore
dokjacore
{ just an ordinary interest check }
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INTRODUCTION.
It's 2019, the year before everything went to fuckall, but not in the infamous means we all know and love. Oh, no, no, in this small corner of the cosmos, in a parallel universe far from ours, Earth got screwed over in other ways: somehow, someway, people struck by lightning gained OP-as-hell powers, weird-ass amalgamations of monstrous forms sprung up from the deepest depths of the world, "natural" phenomena never before seen by humankind whacked into existence, and shit from civilizations that have been dead for a literal eon (if not longer) have decided to say hello to humanity—among other things.
Among these "other things" is the revelation that, apparently, this land was once governed by gods! And some of them have decided to wake up! Through rigorous smashing of their not-really-neurons, they have figured out a means to fix everything and return peace to the world: bring back the Ultimate God. The previous one decided to die, y'see, in... very mysterious ways, and that's resulted in a slow build-up of pure hell over the millenniums. Without this former Ultimate God, Earth's been kind of like a volcano, and it's only now that it's decided to go boom-boom.
But, here comes another problem: there's no way to yoink a dead Ultimate God. Someone else needs to be whacked into that role. And so yeets into existence an impossible question: who's going to be the new Ultimate God?
None other than a twelve-year-old child, of course! It obviously needs to be a kid!! One who can eradicate anything from existence, at that!!! Picked right off the streets of New York, hit smack-bang in the head by the brightest lightning strike ever thrown down from the heavens, Sasha is the Chosen One, destined to save all that exists on the planet, and she needs help to fulfill the prophecy, to accomplish what she was born to do.
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MORE INFORMATION.
It all began with a lonely god.
Tired of being the only thing to exist, they created a world for them to love and observe. They filled this world with creatures that created lives for themselves, intent to simply watch it all unfold and be entertained. As time went on, they grew attached, enough to reveal themself to their creations and, eventually, ascended their favorite design to godhood.
This quickly proved problematic to the first god as their creation seemed intent on intervening in things that he shouldn't be bothering with. In an attempt to stop him, they ascended another being to godhood; then another, as that one grew corrupt; and then another, and then another, until the sky grew littered with gods, each subsequently filling the world with their own creations.
As they grew jealous of one another, they fought for power. The first god, always one for order as much as they loved freedom, declared that gods could only govern what they created, cannot steal from each other, and cannot become tyrants over their creations. The ones who didn't like these terms were made to abandon godhood. Those who did not like the idea of becoming mortal again and also were not looking to obey the first god were turned into stars.
This god (then dubbed the Ultimate God) did not realize that they would eventually be turned into a star themself.
The gods were ripped down one by one and turned into the thousands of stars of today twinkling in the sky. Planets, moons, and all of reality that was previously governed by the gods were destroyed. All that was left were the bits of reality that were ungoverned, the No Man’s Land that no one god truly owned (or perhaps they had, but disowned them at some point)—all else disappeared as reality reshaped itself in a world with only a fraction of what had existed before, where all creators had gone with everything they made and ensured continued to exist. All that remained were a few measly planets orbiting around the Sun, the corpse of the Ultimate God that loved them so.
Life went on. Animals evolved, humans settled into their current society, and the previous ways of the world went entirely forgotten.
That was, save for the few remnants of the previous world.
Some gods managed to survive through the pandemic that destroyed all their brethren. Weak ones, yes, but gods nonetheless—asleep for the longest time, but not dead.
And being asleep necessitates an awakening.
They began the awakening process in March. It wreaked havoc on the world, causing all sorts of disasters—rain, hurricanes, flooding, hail—for a full four months all the way to June, a time when it became even worse. Three days, lightning rained down upon the earth, the final stage of their fucked-up holy REM sleep cycle as their unfathomable power leaked out into the world. It gave the people it struck the abilities of the gods, of which many could not handle or could not figure out in time and died quickly upon usage.
That, however, was the least of their worries.
When the gods were finally awake, the world decided it was time to bring back their creations. But not just the weak gods' creations, no, no—it brought back every god's creations, mistakenly believing the weak would have the power to govern them. These creatures, without their owner gods' powers, couldn’t quite exist properly in this unfamiliar, much-changed world without godly help. As such, they failed to exist as they should; they acted as silhouettes, as glitched beings, as things that were not truly real. Despite having the same disposition and abilities as before, they now lived in a place they did not recognize, and they wreaked havoc as terrifying-looking beings that, worse than being unfamiliar to humanity, were simply not right.
Of course, the gods did not only create beings. In their time, they created weather, biomes, skies, and planets—all things that, without the guidance of their creator gods, simply do not work quite right. And these things are incredibly dangerous when they do not work quite right. As such, humanity is in shambles, desperately trying to defend themselves against a strange, glitchy hell after the nonstop slaughter that was the actual awakening itself. Oh, and did I mention there are fucking gods here now?
The world became unorderly, chaotic, confusing. No one was able to truly own those things, not as the weak gods they were, and they simply did as they pleased while simultaneously failing to be. As such, it was figured that, hey, if the world needs order and the gods need more power, why not fix both of them?
A twelve-year-old child was chosen to be the new Ultimate God, to put in place the order that the world so desperately craves, fix everything, and hopefully, get some power to the other gods in the process so they can take things over and fix this whole mess. The child, named Sasha, plans to make herself that god with a bit of help—and she’s chosen you to do it, for some fucking reason. Hopefully, she made the right choice.
Chances are, though, she didn’t. She is twelve, after all.
But, well, you never know. This could just work out for the betterment of everything.
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Disclaimer: this is made by newbies. We have no idea what we are doing, but we're doing it anyway (:
We'll put up a Lore and CS thread once 5+ people show interest, and whack out an OOC Discussion thread once 5+ people have been accepted.
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STUFF TO KNOW.
- We're looking for people who have a proper grasp of the plot, got good grammar, and have something to offer to the storyline. We're not quite looking for 5+-paragraph posts; we just want people who can write decently enough and contribute good shit to the plot ^-^
- When the CS thread is opened, we might do something called "waitlisting characters." If we feel that a character works for this RP, but does not quite fit right at the current point in time that the RP is in, we're likely to ask you if you'd like for this character to be waitlisted. This means that your character is accepted into the RP, but they aren't actually participating in the story yet.
- I will add more as more people gain interest.
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So. Are you interested?
