Post by BSR Admin on Jan 29, 2012 20:58:18 GMT -6
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The world was born, and made by the All-Creator. The people rejoiced and they multiplied upon the face of the planet and the All-Creator’s will was done. They worshiped him and in return they lived hundreds of years, and they were granted the gift of magic. These ‘people’ were known as the Ancients, they were the Inari.
The Inari existed for millions of years, before a plague spread over the land and wiped them out. Angels from heaven tried to intervene, but the plague was too great and they vanished, leaving only micro bacteria behind.
From these bacteria, life formed. The bacteria and cells preserved by the planet, recreated all life. From the dust people were literally created, slowly evolving over millennia. Water creatures were the first to exist, and from them mammals came. They adapted, they survived, and they reformed. After a while they adapted and the first humans breathed air into their lungs. Other creatures adapted as well, and many races of humanoid creatures formed.
However, not all angels liked the sight of Humanity. Many thought them disgusting, many thought them vile. They had potential to sin, they had freewill , and they had everything that the Angels themselves had. They were despised by most of the angels. Years passed and tribes were formed, cultures were created and cities were built. Governments became huge, and modern technology could defy God. That was the last straw, their defiance against Heaven was enough to make the All-Creator turn his sight from them.
Many fell from heaven and came upon the earth, to enslave and destroy the creation. They rose up some races, some races they found pure. However, it came known that some races were inferior. The Angels called themselves Derio. They were humanoid beings, except they have wings, and strength, and power over men. They enslaved humanity, and rebuilt a government, a new world order that controls the entire planet.
The year is 2052, they came… December 24th, 2012. Fifty years has passed and Humanity has been under the tyranny of the Derio God, Lucifer, and his dominion. Humanity is now enslaved, as are many other races. There are hundreds of races of people, and each is categorized in one of Four ways. Master- those who control, Neutral- those who take no sides, Slave- Those who are enslaved, Rebel- Those who fight the Derio.
Who are you? What is your purpose here?
My world is born of cruelty. My life has been subject to the whim of my mistress. I am her slave, and she is everything to me. Those around me fall, they falter, and they rebel. In the end they are nothing but meaningless worms. They are cockroaches attempting to understand the complexity that is our masters. Long ago humans lived in freedom, long before they came. It has been Fifty years since they came to our world. They are angels, and we are nothing but sacks of human flesh. We are to be used as they wish, and we are to die when they wish. They are Gods, and we are nothing but mere mortals who bend to their whim.
-Diary of a slave girl
Humanity has always been pathetic, since they crawled out of the mud they have but nothing but hollow shadows of their ancestors. They are Vile things, they are disgusting, they are nothing but slaves. The Derio, wish to reform them, but reformation requires blood and brutality. They must be degraded, they must be used, and we must control their every move. They do not deserve freedom, nor do they deserve the ability to sin willfully. They are nothing, fragile, they turn to dust before our very eyes, and they live and die in milliseconds in comparison to us. The Creator never wanted this to happen, they are a mistake. Yet, perhaps some good can come of them. We have rebelled against God, who would have us sit and wait, and watch. We have taken matters into our own hands. Our reward is the spoils of war. Those we hate are now our slaves.
-Daimon Vlad, Master
Worlds change, and business remains the same. There is supply, and there is demand. I do not care what I am selling as long as I make a profit. If I’m selling hunting supplies, or if I’m selling torture tools, it’s all the same. This world is made for men like me, and I don’t care who or what you are. If you got money you got business.
-Adam Ross, Neutral
They came to our planet over fifty years ago. It almost feels like it was yesterday. I have walked the world for so long, a vampire, a hybrid between humanity and something much darker. Yet, strange as it may be for me to be defending my food, I cannot fathom having these beings in command. Life is hard, and everyone is brought to light. They are perfectionists, and they are arrogant. I hate arrogance, and thus I will destroy them all. My army is great, and my men are ready to fight to the death. We are humans, we are vampires, we are a legion to be feared. We are coming, and we will liberate the world.
-Rebel Leader, Identity unknown
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Setting: The story takes place in the year 2052, in a large city called Eve. The city itself is massive and stretches for miles upon miles. The technology is post-modern. So there are plenty of fun gadgets to play with
oeots.com/bittersweetrevenge/index.php
Sites rated mature for sex, violence, drug use, and overall graphic description of gore.
The world was born, and made by the All-Creator. The people rejoiced and they multiplied upon the face of the planet and the All-Creator’s will was done. They worshiped him and in return they lived hundreds of years, and they were granted the gift of magic. These ‘people’ were known as the Ancients, they were the Inari.
The Inari existed for millions of years, before a plague spread over the land and wiped them out. Angels from heaven tried to intervene, but the plague was too great and they vanished, leaving only micro bacteria behind.
From these bacteria, life formed. The bacteria and cells preserved by the planet, recreated all life. From the dust people were literally created, slowly evolving over millennia. Water creatures were the first to exist, and from them mammals came. They adapted, they survived, and they reformed. After a while they adapted and the first humans breathed air into their lungs. Other creatures adapted as well, and many races of humanoid creatures formed.
However, not all angels liked the sight of Humanity. Many thought them disgusting, many thought them vile. They had potential to sin, they had freewill , and they had everything that the Angels themselves had. They were despised by most of the angels. Years passed and tribes were formed, cultures were created and cities were built. Governments became huge, and modern technology could defy God. That was the last straw, their defiance against Heaven was enough to make the All-Creator turn his sight from them.
Many fell from heaven and came upon the earth, to enslave and destroy the creation. They rose up some races, some races they found pure. However, it came known that some races were inferior. The Angels called themselves Derio. They were humanoid beings, except they have wings, and strength, and power over men. They enslaved humanity, and rebuilt a government, a new world order that controls the entire planet.
The year is 2052, they came… December 24th, 2012. Fifty years has passed and Humanity has been under the tyranny of the Derio God, Lucifer, and his dominion. Humanity is now enslaved, as are many other races. There are hundreds of races of people, and each is categorized in one of Four ways. Master- those who control, Neutral- those who take no sides, Slave- Those who are enslaved, Rebel- Those who fight the Derio.
Who are you? What is your purpose here?
My world is born of cruelty. My life has been subject to the whim of my mistress. I am her slave, and she is everything to me. Those around me fall, they falter, and they rebel. In the end they are nothing but meaningless worms. They are cockroaches attempting to understand the complexity that is our masters. Long ago humans lived in freedom, long before they came. It has been Fifty years since they came to our world. They are angels, and we are nothing but sacks of human flesh. We are to be used as they wish, and we are to die when they wish. They are Gods, and we are nothing but mere mortals who bend to their whim.
-Diary of a slave girl
Humanity has always been pathetic, since they crawled out of the mud they have but nothing but hollow shadows of their ancestors. They are Vile things, they are disgusting, they are nothing but slaves. The Derio, wish to reform them, but reformation requires blood and brutality. They must be degraded, they must be used, and we must control their every move. They do not deserve freedom, nor do they deserve the ability to sin willfully. They are nothing, fragile, they turn to dust before our very eyes, and they live and die in milliseconds in comparison to us. The Creator never wanted this to happen, they are a mistake. Yet, perhaps some good can come of them. We have rebelled against God, who would have us sit and wait, and watch. We have taken matters into our own hands. Our reward is the spoils of war. Those we hate are now our slaves.
-Daimon Vlad, Master
Worlds change, and business remains the same. There is supply, and there is demand. I do not care what I am selling as long as I make a profit. If I’m selling hunting supplies, or if I’m selling torture tools, it’s all the same. This world is made for men like me, and I don’t care who or what you are. If you got money you got business.
-Adam Ross, Neutral
They came to our planet over fifty years ago. It almost feels like it was yesterday. I have walked the world for so long, a vampire, a hybrid between humanity and something much darker. Yet, strange as it may be for me to be defending my food, I cannot fathom having these beings in command. Life is hard, and everyone is brought to light. They are perfectionists, and they are arrogant. I hate arrogance, and thus I will destroy them all. My army is great, and my men are ready to fight to the death. We are humans, we are vampires, we are a legion to be feared. We are coming, and we will liberate the world.
-Rebel Leader, Identity unknown
____________________________________________________
Setting: The story takes place in the year 2052, in a large city called Eve. The city itself is massive and stretches for miles upon miles. The technology is post-modern. So there are plenty of fun gadgets to play with
oeots.com/bittersweetrevenge/index.php