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- The World undergoes an infinite cycle of rebirth and destruction.
For epoch, the duty of overseeing this unending cycle fell upon the shoulders of a single deity; The Arbiter of the World's Machinations, the Deus Ex Machina, 'Avida'. As eons pass, the God's body and mind eroded, as all things do with the inevitable passing of time. However, even in the absence of God, the cogs of machinery behind the fabric of the world must spin onward, and the mere thought of an aimless, perpetual cycle without a shepherd to guide it toward a better ending, terrified Avida, more so than its own encroaching demise.
And thus, as its own impending end approached, the God devised a plan; it would refine its divine authority to build and rebuild the world into a 'system' mortalkind could operate, and the authority of absolute control over the system would be passed down unto few select mortals, and to their sons and daughters after them. It fell now upon mortals to oversee the very cycle that governed their world.
"To you, you three honourable Magi, I bestow upon you a fragment of divine authority. With it, shape the flow of these rivers of time and chart the course of destiny; for the reincarnation of the world falls now unto your hands.
To mortalkind, I bestow each a sliver of God’s power; let magic flow through the world like blood through veins, and let it prosper and shine ever more radiant throughout the cycles. This is my humble wish; and this is your noble mission. Let the world smile ever brighter with each reincarnation, until you reach the ‘happy end’ we once so desired."
Even as life faded from the God's mechanical body, it rebuilt its corpse into the terminal through which the World System could be accessed; 'Yggdrasil'. And, the few mortal men that were granted the God's divine authority banded together into an organization that they named in honor of their fallen God; 'The Archivists of Avida'.
Though the three founders of the Archivsts faithfully upheld their sacred duty of arbitrating over the world's death and rebirth, the God failed to account for the impermanence of men, even despite the revelation of its own limited lifespan. Eventually, the extended lifespans of the three Founders also came to pass, and their duty fell upon their successors, and the successors of those thereafter. And, such is human nature, it was logically and feasibly impossible to quell ambition and the differing beliefs held by mortal men.
And thus, it falls upon these flawed, mortal men to steer the direction of fate.
Perhaps, we could never reach our ideal end.
The current World Cycle is designated 1-113-992-DELTA, the year 2041 of the 'Gregorian Calendar'; A World named 'Earth' that has yet to discover the deep well of knowledge and power that is 'Magic'. With limited, and close to no understanding of 'magic', they wage war upon each other using devices of pure mechanical invention. Crude, practical weaponry that has yet to truly enter the realm of technological marvel.
That is to say, a quiet and unnoticeable World that has yet to reach the eyes of the Apocalypse.
And yet, though a World War or two is ultimately insignificant, turmoil boils underneath facades of peace and quiet, in an eternal, silent war against the oncoming end, and another in an excruciating, bloody conflict within the inner circles of the Archivists. And it was in the aftermath of that bloody conflict your task force was founded. Mobile Task Force 0: The Fool. A company of wild cards, of outcasts, each member bearing the unknowable and unpredictable power of 'True Magic'.
Perhaps, an unpredictable variable was what was needed all along, to shatter this endless cycle?
Before you decide to read further, please keep this in mind:
I have a long history of watching my RPs crash and burn, with its unfortunate demise orchestrated by none other than yours truly. As with most RPs, this will probably not last, but I've gotta try :')
For those who didn't really get the introduction, neither did I. So I'll shove a quick tldr here:
blah blah blah, World gets eradicated every time it advances too far in either science, magic, some other aspect, or all of the above. Initially, it was overseen by a godlike being named 'Avida' who sought to find a way to prevent the apocalypse. He died. Duty was then passed down to 3 mages who created some organization to carry of Avida's will. Fast forward, (practically) modern day, Archivists still basically have 0 clue on how to stop the World from blowing into smithereens, and instead, politics starts infecting the ranks of the Archivists.
As it always does, infighting erupts and we begin some small amount of time after its resolution. Players will be a group of unique individuals that are drafted into a newly formed MTF comprised of individuals that possess 'True Magic', a unique kind of magic that bypasses the laws of traditional magic. Think Fullmetal Alchemist's Law of Equivalent Exchange. Traditional Magic, Thaumaturgy, follows absolute laws and principles while True Magic, Sorcery, throws it all out the window.
Anyway, as I am god awful at managing people, I'd ideally like to have about 5 players before I get overwhelmed and we all crash and burn.
Maybe this will be the one that doesn't end in a spectacular wreck?
ThatWhichShouldBe Sorry this took way longer than I thought. League and gacha addiction is some scary shit.
1) I am always right.
2) If I am ever wrong, refer to the rule above.
3) Nobody is the main character. Nobody is special. There is no plot armor. If you do something stupid, you will probably die.
4) There is no God. There was never God. There is nobody to save you. There is only me.
5) As I am a mad and mentally deranged God, there are no further rules. Rip and tear, until it is done.
I was going to just leave it at a shitpost but some people will probably take it seriously and make me want to queue up for Solo Queue on 600 ping and sell my kidneys for Lunacy.
Hence, I will lay out basic rules I expect from everyone who had the brilliant fucking idea to even consider signing up for this circus show:
1) I expect basic cooperation, which, as human beings with presumably more intelligence than your average garden mold, I am confident you are all capable of.
2) When engaged in combat-rp with another player, I expect you to settle it like sensible fucking human beings, not a pack of chimpanzees fighting over the leftover banana barf. Decide via scissors-paper-rock for all I fucking care. If I see another combat rp just devolve into senseless asspulling all the way to the point your hand starts protruding out from your throat, I will fucking lie down and die, and you will be responsible for manslaughter, which, over my end, is a 25-year sentence. That's 9125 days, or 219,000 hours, or 13,140,000 minutes, or 788,400,000 seconds during which you will live in fear of dropping the soap. Do not bother to check the math. I have a math degree. I can math. Trust. And if you did check, then fucking jokes on you, because you wasted like a few minutes of your life just to prove that some idiot misinputted 25 instead of 24. If we want to be REALLY specific, I also forgot that leap years exist.
3) Please, for the love of God, nobody is the main character. I am more than willing and (probably) able to accommodate for everyone's arcs and character development but not everything revolves around your character.
4) If you Godmode, I will strike you down with all my League-salt-induced fury. I main toplane, and I fucking spam ping my jungler when I lose a 1v1. You've been warned.
Honestly this was a shitpost as well. I unironically need to stop writing things while high on weed.
1) Please at least attempt to comply with my requests when asked.
2) Settle RP combat in a civilized manner. Nobody likes to lose, but we're here for a story, not a dick-measuring contest.
3) Nobody is the 'main character'. Hence, I ask that you do not act like you are the definitive hero. As a side note, do not do anything stupid if you'll regret it later, as there will be consequences. There is only a reasonable degree of plot armor.
4) Don't fucking godmode. Keep your nonsense at least plausible within the bounds of your ability descriptions. As long as your tomfuckery stays within reason, I also will not pull a 'rocks fall, you die'.