Stasis
Oct 27, 2013 21:30:18 GMT -8
Post by Penny Royals on Oct 27, 2013 21:30:18 GMT -8
2445 – 500 years after the start of Project Stasis
430 years after the end of Project Stasis
400 years after fully sentient robots were concieved
340 years after the invention of flying cars
300 years after The Disaster
The world is not how we know it to be.
The Americas? Europe? Asia? Australia, Antartica, Africa?
Gone.
Gone, and in their stead, replaced by different landmasses.
Different names.
An entirely different language.
A different kind of human being.
After the events of The Disaster, land is annexed by the rich, fresh water is scarce and nonexistant in many rural areas, and those without ready access to technology are unable to survive.
We are caught in a web of our own fears and our own lies.
We fight like children.
In the cities, life isn’t any better – for the poor, living in slums of urban wastelands, we’re as likely to starve to death as we are to be ignored by the beautiful people.
The beautiful people.
The cities are a place for celebrities, for the rich.
Cities are where they thrive, where they live, where they become what they are.
Under the cities, in its vast underbellies…
That’s where celebrities are grown like food and cattle.
That’s where we have turned our blind eyes – eyes that are open, yet cannot see.
On billboards, electronic and holographic now, faces are plastered every day – ancient photos of people we have seen our whole lives.
They are but children…
But they are our only hope.
We play people scooped up for Project Stasis between the years of 1940 and 2010. They are volunteers, or, at the very least, knew somewhat what they were getting into. For the people of the modern-day world, they are ancient relics, time capsules, scientific breakthroughs, political activists and diplomats from the past to the present. They are those who hold the knowledge of what the world was like before The Disaster; the only non-robots who hold any sort of information they may have overlooked.
And these poor people believe, truly believe, that these children can help them solve their problems… and that the rich and powerful will release every breakthrough and tidbit of information to the general public.
Further information: tsdcv3.proboards.com/thread/5294/stasis-temporary-title-feedback-appreciated ; tsdcv3.proboards.com/thread/5360/101-thread
Bio sheet:
NAME:
AGE: (Not real age - age you are physically and were when you were taken in. They should be young; like in Brink (by the way I totally started this before Brink EVERYONE KNOWS THAT RIGHT(I love you Per)) the incubation would have failed had they been too old. Let's go with a general range of... I dunno... 5 (dear god your parents must have been mad scientists) to 21 (you're a risk taker yayyyy))
APPEARANCE:
YEAR DRAFTED: (1940-2010)
PERSONALITY:
BIO:
Bonus- put down objects, foods, colors, how they like their bed set up - all that sort of thing. Do they hate commies? Do they love guns? Put it down!
LIKES
DISLIKES
430 years after the end of Project Stasis
400 years after fully sentient robots were concieved
340 years after the invention of flying cars
300 years after The Disaster
The world is not how we know it to be.
The Americas? Europe? Asia? Australia, Antartica, Africa?
Gone.
Gone, and in their stead, replaced by different landmasses.
Different names.
An entirely different language.
A different kind of human being.
After the events of The Disaster, land is annexed by the rich, fresh water is scarce and nonexistant in many rural areas, and those without ready access to technology are unable to survive.
We are caught in a web of our own fears and our own lies.
We fight like children.
In the cities, life isn’t any better – for the poor, living in slums of urban wastelands, we’re as likely to starve to death as we are to be ignored by the beautiful people.
The beautiful people.
The cities are a place for celebrities, for the rich.
Cities are where they thrive, where they live, where they become what they are.
Under the cities, in its vast underbellies…
That’s where celebrities are grown like food and cattle.
That’s where we have turned our blind eyes – eyes that are open, yet cannot see.
On billboards, electronic and holographic now, faces are plastered every day – ancient photos of people we have seen our whole lives.
They are but children…
But they are our only hope.
We play people scooped up for Project Stasis between the years of 1940 and 2010. They are volunteers, or, at the very least, knew somewhat what they were getting into. For the people of the modern-day world, they are ancient relics, time capsules, scientific breakthroughs, political activists and diplomats from the past to the present. They are those who hold the knowledge of what the world was like before The Disaster; the only non-robots who hold any sort of information they may have overlooked.
And these poor people believe, truly believe, that these children can help them solve their problems… and that the rich and powerful will release every breakthrough and tidbit of information to the general public.
Further information: tsdcv3.proboards.com/thread/5294/stasis-temporary-title-feedback-appreciated ; tsdcv3.proboards.com/thread/5360/101-thread
Bio sheet:
NAME:
AGE: (Not real age - age you are physically and were when you were taken in. They should be young; like in Brink (by the way I totally started this before Brink EVERYONE KNOWS THAT RIGHT(I love you Per)) the incubation would have failed had they been too old. Let's go with a general range of... I dunno... 5 (dear god your parents must have been mad scientists) to 21 (you're a risk taker yayyyy))
APPEARANCE:
YEAR DRAFTED: (1940-2010)
PERSONALITY:
BIO:
Bonus- put down objects, foods, colors, how they like their bed set up - all that sort of thing. Do they hate commies? Do they love guns? Put it down!
LIKES
DISLIKES