elanara
Member
RULES
001 be nice to everyone. i dont have time for internet drama, my life is already stressful enough as it is.
002 fcs should be digital/semi-realistic illustrations. not too anime-ish, and no ai. if you need help finding a fc just let me know ~
003 idfk, post on time i guess. also posts don't have to be crazy long. whatever keeps shit moving.
004 if you need to go mia for a while just let me know and we can work something out!
005 if you ghost, you're getting killed off. end of story. i'll give you 48 hours to figure something out, but after that, it's game over.
006 if i think of anything else i'll let yall know.
002 fcs should be digital/semi-realistic illustrations. not too anime-ish, and no ai. if you need help finding a fc just let me know ~
003 idfk, post on time i guess. also posts don't have to be crazy long. whatever keeps shit moving.
004 if you need to go mia for a while just let me know and we can work something out!
005 if you ghost, you're getting killed off. end of story. i'll give you 48 hours to figure something out, but after that, it's game over.
006 if i think of anything else i'll let yall know.
THE DYING OF THE LIGHT
ABOUT
in the slightly distant future, you're an astronaut aboard the halcyon v.
ten years ago, the halcyon iv set out on a mission to explore a few "possibly habitable" planets in a distant galaxy with the hopes of finding new place for civilization to call home. it was a mission that was only meant to last ten years β four years to get there (including three and a half in stasis), two years spent researching and exploring, and another four years to return home.
communication for the first few weeks after the crew woke up from stasis was consistent. video calls were frequently being sent back and forth to loved ones at home, the team was doing weekly interviews with major news outlets, and some of them had even gathered over a million followers on their social media pages.
but then one day, when the crew was supposed to run their last, final mission to one of the three planets they were meant to visit, something happened. their signal was completely lost. days went by without any correspondence. those days turned into weeks. weeks turned into months. months to years. the last communication from them was a short, fifteen second clip of them cheerfully waving to the camera before shuttling down to the planet's surface, posted to one of the crew members social media accounts.
that was the last the world has seen or heard from them.
after that, the world mourned, the world forgot, the world moved on.
until two years ago.
one day, out of nowhere, a quiet signal popped up on nasa's radar. its coordinates exactly matched that of where the halcyon iv was suspected to have crash landed. and despite tight-locked security measures, news of the signal got out. suddenly, the world was in an uproar. everyone wanted to know β what happened to the lost crew? was there going to be a rescue mission? did anyone survive?
fast forward a few more years and an intense training regimen later, it is now your mission to go to that planet, figure out what the hell happened there, and bring the crew of the halcyon iv home.
that's if there's anyone left alive.
ten years ago, the halcyon iv set out on a mission to explore a few "possibly habitable" planets in a distant galaxy with the hopes of finding new place for civilization to call home. it was a mission that was only meant to last ten years β four years to get there (including three and a half in stasis), two years spent researching and exploring, and another four years to return home.
communication for the first few weeks after the crew woke up from stasis was consistent. video calls were frequently being sent back and forth to loved ones at home, the team was doing weekly interviews with major news outlets, and some of them had even gathered over a million followers on their social media pages.
but then one day, when the crew was supposed to run their last, final mission to one of the three planets they were meant to visit, something happened. their signal was completely lost. days went by without any correspondence. those days turned into weeks. weeks turned into months. months to years. the last communication from them was a short, fifteen second clip of them cheerfully waving to the camera before shuttling down to the planet's surface, posted to one of the crew members social media accounts.
that was the last the world has seen or heard from them.
after that, the world mourned, the world forgot, the world moved on.
until two years ago.
one day, out of nowhere, a quiet signal popped up on nasa's radar. its coordinates exactly matched that of where the halcyon iv was suspected to have crash landed. and despite tight-locked security measures, news of the signal got out. suddenly, the world was in an uproar. everyone wanted to know β what happened to the lost crew? was there going to be a rescue mission? did anyone survive?
fast forward a few more years and an intense training regimen later, it is now your mission to go to that planet, figure out what the hell happened there, and bring the crew of the halcyon iv home.
that's if there's anyone left alive.
ROLES
the captain -- npc
the second in command -- taken
the doctor / flight surgeon -- taken
the pilot -- taken
the engineer -- taken
the navigator -- possibly open??
the scientist -- taken
the weapons expert - possibly open??
the second in command -- taken
the doctor / flight surgeon -- taken
the pilot -- taken
the engineer -- taken
the navigator -- possibly open??
the scientist -- taken
the weapons expert - possibly open??
Β© pasta
in the slightly distant future, you're an astronaut aboard the halcyon v.
ten years ago, the halcyon iv set out on a mission to explore a few "possibly habitable" planets in a distant galaxy with the hopes of finding new place for civilization to call home. it was a mission that was only meant to last ten years β four years to get there (including three and a half in stasis), two years spent researching and exploring, and another four years to return home.
communication for the first few weeks after the crew woke up from stasis was consistent. video calls were frequently being sent back and forth to loved ones at home, the team was doing weekly interviews with major news outlets, and some of them had even gathered over a million followers on their social media pages.
but then one day, when the crew was supposed to run their last, final mission to one of the three planets they were meant to visit, something happened. their signal was completely lost. days went by without any correspondence. those days turned into weeks. weeks turned into months. months to years. the last communication from them was a short, fifteen second clip of them cheerfully waving to the camera before shuttling down to the planet's surface, posted to one of the crew members social media accounts.
that was the last the world has seen or heard from them.
after that, the world mourned, the world forgot, the world moved on.
until two years ago.
one day, out of nowhere, a quiet signal popped up on nasa's radar. its coordinates exactly matched that of where the halcyon iv was suspected to have crash landed. and despite tight-locked security measures, news of the signal got out. suddenly, the world was in an uproar. everyone wanted to know β what happened to the lost crew? was there going to be a rescue mission? did anyone survive?
fast forward a few more years and an intense training regimen later, it is now your mission to go to that planet, figure out what the hell happened there, and bring the crew of the halcyon iv home.
that's if there's anyone left alive.
ten years ago, the halcyon iv set out on a mission to explore a few "possibly habitable" planets in a distant galaxy with the hopes of finding new place for civilization to call home. it was a mission that was only meant to last ten years β four years to get there (including three and a half in stasis), two years spent researching and exploring, and another four years to return home.
communication for the first few weeks after the crew woke up from stasis was consistent. video calls were frequently being sent back and forth to loved ones at home, the team was doing weekly interviews with major news outlets, and some of them had even gathered over a million followers on their social media pages.
but then one day, when the crew was supposed to run their last, final mission to one of the three planets they were meant to visit, something happened. their signal was completely lost. days went by without any correspondence. those days turned into weeks. weeks turned into months. months to years. the last communication from them was a short, fifteen second clip of them cheerfully waving to the camera before shuttling down to the planet's surface, posted to one of the crew members social media accounts.
that was the last the world has seen or heard from them.
after that, the world mourned, the world forgot, the world moved on.
until two years ago.
one day, out of nowhere, a quiet signal popped up on nasa's radar. its coordinates exactly matched that of where the halcyon iv was suspected to have crash landed. and despite tight-locked security measures, news of the signal got out. suddenly, the world was in an uproar. everyone wanted to know β what happened to the lost crew? was there going to be a rescue mission? did anyone survive?
fast forward a few more years and an intense training regimen later, it is now your mission to go to that planet, figure out what the hell happened there, and bring the crew of the halcyon iv home.
that's if there's anyone left alive.
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