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Dark Matters: A Multiverse Space RP
The Sun Sets on Planet Earth
Our world was dead, rotting, festering like an open wound. The stench of our demise rose up in thick fogs that permeated the atmosphere. Clean air was so far gone that not even the obscene wealth of the aristocracy could will it into existence.
The best of us sucked on filtered oxygen like cigarettes, keeping to the vast floating cities high enough to breach the fog. The rest of us skulked in the domes. The air wouldn't kill you, at least not right away. Most people wore masks and kept their skin covered to be safe. Then there were the unfortunate few that couldn't buy their way into even the worst squalor. Death would have been kinder and some chose to end it rather than risk survival. The others were mutated into hellish creatures that haunted the dreams of children.
This established order we resigned ourselves to was disrupted, however, perhaps mercifully so. In the year 2247 the human race was contacted on a global scale by a multitude of benevolent alien creatures. They warned that our planet would soon be scavenged for what little resources we had left. Any humans that remained would likely be exterminated if not sold as intergalactic slaves. These messengers offered to take those who were willing, to outfit them with technology and educate them in the ways of the known Universe, and to forge for them a new life on the final frontier. To the detriment of all mankind, only a small fraction went with them. The rest perished.
Scattered to the Solar Winds
Humans did not adapt easily. Like a gas that ruptures from its chamber, mankind filled the new world that was offered to them. But although we searched and clawed and reached and grasped, we could not replace what we'd lost. There was no new home-world. There was only us, desperate for something more, something we would never find again.
The Universe responded to our sudden arrival in no uncertain terms. Humans were loathed. How could any evolved being destroy the planet that birthed them? To be Human was to assault the very idea of intelligent life. No intergalactic law, though many were passed, was able to change that near Universal perception. The burdens we suffered and continue to suffer are many. We are hunted, collected, harassed, ostracized, exterminated. But still we carry on, stubborn as ever. The will to survive and determination to thrive is what makes us human. It's what we live for.
Eventually we found our place in the grand scheme of things. On the fringe of society our natural inclinations blossomed into prosperity. Thieves, smugglers, whores, and murderers. Some fought their way into politics or made livings as respectable merchants. The rest of us were perfectly content as the ne'er-do-wells, sometimes even rising to mercenary or slaver.
Like ink spilled on the blank page, humanity had left its stain, and would never apologize for doing so.
Like a Moth to the Flame
As it were, humans aren't the only species predisposed to thievery and violence. Our taste for worldly pleasures attracted a wide variety of species and like murky water swirling the drain, they all collected at The Hub. It was a veritable cesspool where the best of the worst gambled at dangerous ambitions. And tonight of all nights was cause for celebration. Passed as Intergalactic Law, the saving grace for vagabonds everywhere, a loophole wormed across the Universe an brought us a little closer to glory.
Created to protect the obscure and isolated species who elected not to participate in Universal politics, this decree would mark the beginning of the longest, deadliest era of intergalactic crime ever known. And here, at The Hub, people schemed and plotted their way to infamy.
The Sun Sets on Planet Earth
Our world was dead, rotting, festering like an open wound. The stench of our demise rose up in thick fogs that permeated the atmosphere. Clean air was so far gone that not even the obscene wealth of the aristocracy could will it into existence.
The best of us sucked on filtered oxygen like cigarettes, keeping to the vast floating cities high enough to breach the fog. The rest of us skulked in the domes. The air wouldn't kill you, at least not right away. Most people wore masks and kept their skin covered to be safe. Then there were the unfortunate few that couldn't buy their way into even the worst squalor. Death would have been kinder and some chose to end it rather than risk survival. The others were mutated into hellish creatures that haunted the dreams of children.
This established order we resigned ourselves to was disrupted, however, perhaps mercifully so. In the year 2247 the human race was contacted on a global scale by a multitude of benevolent alien creatures. They warned that our planet would soon be scavenged for what little resources we had left. Any humans that remained would likely be exterminated if not sold as intergalactic slaves. These messengers offered to take those who were willing, to outfit them with technology and educate them in the ways of the known Universe, and to forge for them a new life on the final frontier. To the detriment of all mankind, only a small fraction went with them. The rest perished.
Scattered to the Solar Winds
Humans did not adapt easily. Like a gas that ruptures from its chamber, mankind filled the new world that was offered to them. But although we searched and clawed and reached and grasped, we could not replace what we'd lost. There was no new home-world. There was only us, desperate for something more, something we would never find again.
The Universe responded to our sudden arrival in no uncertain terms. Humans were loathed. How could any evolved being destroy the planet that birthed them? To be Human was to assault the very idea of intelligent life. No intergalactic law, though many were passed, was able to change that near Universal perception. The burdens we suffered and continue to suffer are many. We are hunted, collected, harassed, ostracized, exterminated. But still we carry on, stubborn as ever. The will to survive and determination to thrive is what makes us human. It's what we live for.
Eventually we found our place in the grand scheme of things. On the fringe of society our natural inclinations blossomed into prosperity. Thieves, smugglers, whores, and murderers. Some fought their way into politics or made livings as respectable merchants. The rest of us were perfectly content as the ne'er-do-wells, sometimes even rising to mercenary or slaver.
Like ink spilled on the blank page, humanity had left its stain, and would never apologize for doing so.
Like a Moth to the Flame
As it were, humans aren't the only species predisposed to thievery and violence. Our taste for worldly pleasures attracted a wide variety of species and like murky water swirling the drain, they all collected at The Hub. It was a veritable cesspool where the best of the worst gambled at dangerous ambitions. And tonight of all nights was cause for celebration. Passed as Intergalactic Law, the saving grace for vagabonds everywhere, a loophole wormed across the Universe an brought us a little closer to glory.
Created to protect the obscure and isolated species who elected not to participate in Universal politics, this decree would mark the beginning of the longest, deadliest era of intergalactic crime ever known. And here, at The Hub, people schemed and plotted their way to infamy.
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