Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)
Deranged
๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ค๐ง๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ฎ
- Joined
- Jan 10, 2022
- Location
- Crucible of Defiance
Since my mind has decided to keep on engineering bits and pieces of ideas in different stages of development, I've decided to create this thread for the more ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ค plots and settings I conceive. If you haven't stumbled across it before, you should read my general request thread. You don't need to read all of it, just the introductory half. It has all the bits and pieces of information you need at your disposal regarding what I bring to the table, and what I expect of potential partners.
You'd do well to brace yourself though, cos those spoilers you're about to click open, will afford you a peek into my devious thought process. Hahahaha! Better cast your laziness aside, cos I've put in a sizable bit of work to really paint these ideas out the best I can, so you should naturally prepare for a bit of an eyeful (isn't that supposed to be fun for a "wordsmith" though, I wonder..)
Before you start whining though, I've made things easier for you by giving hints on what to expect from a plot before you click it. Below each spoiler, you'd see a little "Things to expect" paragraph, detailing the themes and tropes that each plot and setting contains, that way, you can easily guess which has those themes that strum your vibe, before you even click on the plot.
Well, there's no need to keep you waiting any longer, let's hop on for the ride!
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ; Sci-fi, Post-apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Corruption, Degradation, Hedonism, World-building (to any degree that works for us), Dysfunctional relationships, Master/Slave dynamics, Kidnapping, Combat, War (in it's various stages), Romance (has to be built up if it's included), Power Struggles.
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ: Occultism, Magic, Kidnapping, Dub-con, Exploitation, Mutualism, Violence, Horror, Gore, Power Struggles, Adventure, Action, Dark-fantasy, Dysfunctional relationships, Combat, Soulmates, Romance (has to be established during the story if we want it).
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ: Contagion, Sci-fi, Apocalypse, Violence, Mind Control, Horror, Survival-Horror, Heavy Corruption, Adventure, Action, Combat, Heat/Rut, Aliens, Unrestrained Hedonism, Romance (I'm starting to get sick of repeating that I don't dig "flash" romances lol, especially if our characters don't know each other before the story begins. Just assume any place you see "Romance" as a trope from now on, it's gonna have to be built up if it's to be included ;D).
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ: Dark-Fantasy, Magic, Action, Adventure, Bonds: Spiritual/Magical, Demons, Combat, Violence, Possessiveness, Obsession, War, Lust, Romance, Dysfunctional relationships, Seduction, Dub-con, Hero/Villain tropes, Power-Struggles, Master/Slave dynamics.
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ: Action, Adventure, Hero/Villian tropes, Corruption, Opposites Attract, Violence, Combat, Competition, Lust, Seduction, Dysfunctional relationships, Compulsive Impulses, Transformation, Duality, Complex Characters, Romance.
-------------------------------------
And...boom! That's all for now. Like what you saw? Want to contact me? Well go ahead and attack my PMs! Except of course, you're one of those "window-shoppers"....you know? One of those immature individuals that make it their hobby to waste the time of others. If so, you best hit the back button this instant! If not, feel free to crash into my PM.
One thing to note with me though, is that impression, effort and enthusiasm matter a lot to me. Making a good first impression is awesome, maintaining it is absolutely priceless. How do you maintain that good impression with moi? Easy, just lemme keep seeing the other two things I mentioned (effort and enthusiasm) and you'll be rewarded doubly, trust me! I'm a "drop your jaw for impressing me" kinda guy, just imagine what I'd do if ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ made ๐ฎ๐บ jaw drop!
You'd do well to brace yourself though, cos those spoilers you're about to click open, will afford you a peek into my devious thought process. Hahahaha! Better cast your laziness aside, cos I've put in a sizable bit of work to really paint these ideas out the best I can, so you should naturally prepare for a bit of an eyeful (isn't that supposed to be fun for a "wordsmith" though, I wonder..)
Before you start whining though, I've made things easier for you by giving hints on what to expect from a plot before you click it. Below each spoiler, you'd see a little "Things to expect" paragraph, detailing the themes and tropes that each plot and setting contains, that way, you can easily guess which has those themes that strum your vibe, before you even click on the plot.
Well, there's no need to keep you waiting any longer, let's hop on for the ride!
๐ฃ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฆ/๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
"๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ; ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ณ๐ช๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐ณ... ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต! ๐๐ฆ๐ต ๐ข ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข "๐ฉ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ถ๐ฑ", ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ "๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ" ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐บ."
In a time when humans have made the dreams of majority of their ancestors a reality; In a world where equality, peace and responsibility for one and all, has gone from being mere fantasy concepts to stark reality; where the prosperity of society is paramount, and it's many vices are weeded and extinguished with the vigor of the blazing sun. A radical revolution is at hand!
Utopia, the world in question, is a community that mankind has been craving for as long as social and awareness had become a "thing". Following arduous years of hardwork, revolutions, deals, entreaties and legislation; Utopia has not only become a reality in the fundamental state that the unfortunate men and women who had lived in a fractal world during their time, and yearned for it, had imagined it. It has even manage to become an all consuming singularity that has long since surpassed the expectations of those who yearned for it.
Accountability is something that no individual is immune to. The laws of the land are sacrosanct in the hearts of it's inhabitants after generations of exhorting their benefits, and enforcing them with an iron fist and without prejudice. Advancement in technology and social "structure", has reached a point that most "sci-fi" movies of the not overly distant past depicted. All in all, it seemed an el-dorado! However, it happens not to be the only surviving human community left on an earth that is now much "different" to the one that comes to mind. There is a community out there for the "rejected".....the ones who have rejected Utopia and it's ideals either directly; by flat out doing so, or practically, by breaking it's sacred laws (of which the slightest breach will result in unconditional exile at the very least).
"Dystopia" is what the immaculate figures of Utopia call it. However, the inhabitants of this other world refer to it as the "Badlands". The Badlands is the exact opposite of Utopia. For the detailed to the letter structure of Utopia, there's the "disorganized to the grain" feel for the Badlands. Equality is a laughable concept there, as the rules of "Natural Selection" or more recognizably "Survival of the fittest" are still very much at play. All in all, the Badlands is everything that Utopia is not....and certain denizens of it are getting restless. They want the goodies, the cool tech and the ridiculous resources of Utopia. However, they don't care much for the structure that makes it possible and maintains it - and going by their rules, they're ready and willing to TAKE those things for themselves!
-------------------------------------
Alright, that oughta give you the basics for the world I have in mind, but if that intro isn't robust enough for you, I've got you covered. I'll recommend reading this to get a clearer picture of the worlds, but understand that some people can get impatient when excited (like yours truly..... sometimes)
I don't set anything in stone, nor do I like to play by a script. However, since the delivery system I find myself using these days, involves an introduction of the "settings" mostly, I feel the need to add some possible uses for the settings I've painted out so vigorously. Again, they're not the only possible ones, and are not set in stone. I don't wanna see any PMs alluding to any of those two shit above, so please! Okay? We're good? Let's go.
-------------------------------------
๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: One of our primary characters is a Dystopian, and belongs to a sect existing there, that's hellbent on TAKING the goodies from their Utopian counterparts, by fair means or foul. Personally, I dig playing a Dystopian male for this flavor, but am very open to playing a Utopian as an adventurous foray. (in the original story that this setting was conceived for, I played the Dystopian male in it.)
The other character, is a Utopian who's on the fringes. There are tons of possibilities on how they meet, what their interactions would be and what impact it would have on the plot. Of course, my PMs are open, so discussions to hash out those particulars are welcome.
๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: Both our primary characters are Utopians, perhaps both, but at least one of them is on the fringes. One of them seeks an exit from Utopia and it's overbearing self, and directly or indirectly, drags the other along. For this flavor, it can be that one of our characters gets themselves banished - intentionally or otherwise, and the other finds themselves reluctantly following suit, for reasons that can range from love to a bunch of other shit.
๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ถ๐ถ๐ด๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: An alternate version of the flavor above. Both of our primary characters are Dystopians, one or both of them belonging to the rebellious sect. They could both be hungry, badass revolutionary wannabes, that are intent on transforming the potential energy of; loathing the Utopian council, lusting after Utopia's resources, and the fantasies of having those resources in their grasp that come with them, into action aimed at making these fantasies become a reality. (It doesn't hurt too, that they can become legendary pioneers in the eyes of their Dystopian brethren, by doing so.)
Again, it could be just one of the pair being involved with the rebellion, with the other one being connected in a way. The non-involved individual could be an active supporter of the rebellion, a passive supporter, or an unfazed neutral party. Again, they could be against the "folly" of the whole thing, and even hellbent on getting the involved character out, before they incur the wrath of the all powerful Utopian council.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐: The loose idea behind the original story that birthed this plot, had my character (a Dystopian male who's a member of the rebellion) plot along with his buddies on how to hit the Utopian council where it would hurt the most. After much deliberation, they arrived at the decision to kidnap the Chancellor's daughter! How they would achieve that feat, even they couldn't agree upon or figure out, as the Chancellor and his family amongst that of other council members, are under number one guard.
Unable to forge ahead with their plot due to the resulting indecision and division, they would remain quiet with the plan. That was until MC catches a lucky break and decided to go solo on the mission. Turns out that the Chancellor's daughter is one of the "fringe" Utopians. Since the structure of Utopia and the sorry decay of social interactions between it's inhabitants on a realistic and intimate level has become apparent, it was only natural for the council to introduce a "dating app" to ease the process of securing viable mates through a medium the Utopians are more comfortable with. (The average Utopian might not be able to even deal with the stress of conversing freely with another one that they don't have any crisp messages to pass across to in person at work. Even that too, is a rarity. To think of asking such people to engage in physical, romantic endeavors with people they barely know in person...)
The app in itself worked quite well for the Utopians, and ensured that they had a trickling but viable birth rate through natural, biological means. However, the bland, characterless men that filled it and Utopia as a whole, were sickening to the Chancellor's daughter. She was irritated and desperate for a breath of fresh air. The last straw that would've made living in Utopia tolerable to her flailing spirit, would've been to connect with a like-minded person... not being able to do that was.... frustrating, dangerously so, to the point that it began filling her head with ideas; potentially dangerous ones.
From here, there are a variety of ways she can make the connection with the wrong man. There's the fact that she could just hack the app (under the nose of the council's regulations for an amount of time) to extend her search to Dystopian and "sub-Dystopian" men as well. In the original plot, MC and her were actually playmates. He's Utopian by birth, but had to flee at a very young age when the council saw it fit to "off" his parents to keep their mouths shut on a secret. The particulars of which would be made known to you during the story should we take this route.
Anyways, with this in mind, it could be MC who actively seeks out her profile on the app, hacks it, contacts her under a Utopian alias, and begins the process of getting her smitten with his false image (which shouldn't be too hard to do since she's already quivering for someone with flair and identity), perhaps, adding in bits of what he could recall of her childhood likes and using it to estimate what her adult preferences would be. Either way, it would end up with a mutually planned visit to her residence (she'll take care of the security systems) from him, only that the first meeting in person between them wouldn't end like she anticipated.
I'm thinking, she has no idea who he is as Dystopia has wrought it's air of spirituality and reckless freedom on him. She would ultimately get kidnapped, and it would serve as the real starting point of the story and their journey. There would be heavy themes here, other than the kidnapping, there's her introduction to the Badlands with people who HATE her guts for what she is... then, there's the fact that MC is absolutely no longer the sweet, mischievous boy he used to be. Expect some serious corruption and exploitation of the mental and physical variety here. I don't see this one going vanilla anytime quick, if at all really.
And oh, the Utopians would not take it lying down at all, so, I guess I've done enough there.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
In a time when humans have made the dreams of majority of their ancestors a reality; In a world where equality, peace and responsibility for one and all, has gone from being mere fantasy concepts to stark reality; where the prosperity of society is paramount, and it's many vices are weeded and extinguished with the vigor of the blazing sun. A radical revolution is at hand!
Utopia, the world in question, is a community that mankind has been craving for as long as social and awareness had become a "thing". Following arduous years of hardwork, revolutions, deals, entreaties and legislation; Utopia has not only become a reality in the fundamental state that the unfortunate men and women who had lived in a fractal world during their time, and yearned for it, had imagined it. It has even manage to become an all consuming singularity that has long since surpassed the expectations of those who yearned for it.
Accountability is something that no individual is immune to. The laws of the land are sacrosanct in the hearts of it's inhabitants after generations of exhorting their benefits, and enforcing them with an iron fist and without prejudice. Advancement in technology and social "structure", has reached a point that most "sci-fi" movies of the not overly distant past depicted. All in all, it seemed an el-dorado! However, it happens not to be the only surviving human community left on an earth that is now much "different" to the one that comes to mind. There is a community out there for the "rejected".....the ones who have rejected Utopia and it's ideals either directly; by flat out doing so, or practically, by breaking it's sacred laws (of which the slightest breach will result in unconditional exile at the very least).
"Dystopia" is what the immaculate figures of Utopia call it. However, the inhabitants of this other world refer to it as the "Badlands". The Badlands is the exact opposite of Utopia. For the detailed to the letter structure of Utopia, there's the "disorganized to the grain" feel for the Badlands. Equality is a laughable concept there, as the rules of "Natural Selection" or more recognizably "Survival of the fittest" are still very much at play. All in all, the Badlands is everything that Utopia is not....and certain denizens of it are getting restless. They want the goodies, the cool tech and the ridiculous resources of Utopia. However, they don't care much for the structure that makes it possible and maintains it - and going by their rules, they're ready and willing to TAKE those things for themselves!
-------------------------------------
Alright, that oughta give you the basics for the world I have in mind, but if that intro isn't robust enough for you, I've got you covered. I'll recommend reading this to get a clearer picture of the worlds, but understand that some people can get impatient when excited (like yours truly..... sometimes)
๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐: for all it's glamour and glitz, has made concessions to basic human nature, in order to ensure that "everyone" gets the best life possible. Yes, they have the unreal resources, the breathtaking buildings and technology too. However, they also have their absolute "laws" and "structure". Not to mention their plethora or "regulations" and "vice-checks", that have reduced it's inhabitants to virtually spiritless men and women, with no sense of identity, and the social skills of an awkward ten year old! Hedonism of any sort is strongly frowned upon, and almost every material (including babies or... err, the fluids and chemicals that... err, produce them or facilitate their abundant production) are intensely controlled.
The control of some of these resources, is public knowledge. Others however, are restricted to the knowledge and discretion of the council and it's trusted associates. Of course, due to the fragility of mind that comes with living in a cocoon of rules and regulations, practically all the inhabitants are very happy to follow them without question, translating in their thoughts, to their living "abundant" and well "regulated" lives. (They can't imagine a life without rules, structure and certainty, since they were born into one with them. Consequently, the very idea of leaving Utopia, scares the Jesus out of em.)
However, there are those in Utopia, who are living on the fringes. Some who can't stand the fragility of mind, lack of identity, and suppression of spirit and freedom. Sometimes, they end up in Dystopia......other times? Well, they hang on there, and in some cases, they simply vanish! (Turns out that the council are not the total angels that they appear. Hey! Social engineering is hard, okay? Sometimes, it gets very messy with ugly decisions to be made, like eliminating cancerous outgrowths and... oops! Said too much already.)
๐ฟ๐ฎ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐: is caught up in the gloom of dealing with a world suffering from mother Earth's fury, in addition to its own decadent and lopsided structure. Turns out that Utopia has been mining so much from mother Earth to fuel it's own prosperity, that her wounds have finally roused her to retaliation. Toxic clouds, acid rains, sudden powerful storms and radiation bursts are just a few of the surprises that depict the wails of mother Earth's agony. However, it would appear that the Badlands and it's inhabitants, are infact, the ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ones paying for it! (How smart of Utopians to put a "Halo" over their sprawling metropolis. A tasteful forcefield that protects the land and it's "refined" air from the worst of mother Earth's fury.)
I'm sure I don't need to say it that the denizens of the Badlands, ๐๐๐๐ the Utopian council, and think of it's "pussy" citizens as subhuman and artificial.
While slums dominate Dystopia, it has its own fair share of ritz and glamor. Sprawling skyscrapers or estates that exhort hedonism. Places mostly owned and controlled by the "Big Dogs" who have "obtained" them, most likely through illegal means. Businessmen and women, and also, remorseless predators who seek to squeeze every measly penny out of the Dystopians in their "territory" (who they practically view as property) through their; often unreasonable taxes (that never seem to improve the "hoods"), and the provision and synthesis of a variety of sweet poisons - drugs, drinks, name it! All these in addition to providing convenient opportunities and apparatus, for the practicing individuals of the "flesh arts" and their greedy customers.
It's practically the custom of Dystopians to play hard and long into the night, to try to forget their ambient and choking gloom for at least the quarter of a day. Infact, hedonism isn't just a cultural drive in the Badlands, it's a fucking necessity to most as a coping mechanism.
The control of some of these resources, is public knowledge. Others however, are restricted to the knowledge and discretion of the council and it's trusted associates. Of course, due to the fragility of mind that comes with living in a cocoon of rules and regulations, practically all the inhabitants are very happy to follow them without question, translating in their thoughts, to their living "abundant" and well "regulated" lives. (They can't imagine a life without rules, structure and certainty, since they were born into one with them. Consequently, the very idea of leaving Utopia, scares the Jesus out of em.)
However, there are those in Utopia, who are living on the fringes. Some who can't stand the fragility of mind, lack of identity, and suppression of spirit and freedom. Sometimes, they end up in Dystopia......other times? Well, they hang on there, and in some cases, they simply vanish! (Turns out that the council are not the total angels that they appear. Hey! Social engineering is hard, okay? Sometimes, it gets very messy with ugly decisions to be made, like eliminating cancerous outgrowths and... oops! Said too much already.)
๐ฟ๐ฎ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐: is caught up in the gloom of dealing with a world suffering from mother Earth's fury, in addition to its own decadent and lopsided structure. Turns out that Utopia has been mining so much from mother Earth to fuel it's own prosperity, that her wounds have finally roused her to retaliation. Toxic clouds, acid rains, sudden powerful storms and radiation bursts are just a few of the surprises that depict the wails of mother Earth's agony. However, it would appear that the Badlands and it's inhabitants, are infact, the ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ones paying for it! (How smart of Utopians to put a "Halo" over their sprawling metropolis. A tasteful forcefield that protects the land and it's "refined" air from the worst of mother Earth's fury.)
I'm sure I don't need to say it that the denizens of the Badlands, ๐๐๐๐ the Utopian council, and think of it's "pussy" citizens as subhuman and artificial.
While slums dominate Dystopia, it has its own fair share of ritz and glamor. Sprawling skyscrapers or estates that exhort hedonism. Places mostly owned and controlled by the "Big Dogs" who have "obtained" them, most likely through illegal means. Businessmen and women, and also, remorseless predators who seek to squeeze every measly penny out of the Dystopians in their "territory" (who they practically view as property) through their; often unreasonable taxes (that never seem to improve the "hoods"), and the provision and synthesis of a variety of sweet poisons - drugs, drinks, name it! All these in addition to providing convenient opportunities and apparatus, for the practicing individuals of the "flesh arts" and their greedy customers.
It's practically the custom of Dystopians to play hard and long into the night, to try to forget their ambient and choking gloom for at least the quarter of a day. Infact, hedonism isn't just a cultural drive in the Badlands, it's a fucking necessity to most as a coping mechanism.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐
I don't set anything in stone, nor do I like to play by a script. However, since the delivery system I find myself using these days, involves an introduction of the "settings" mostly, I feel the need to add some possible uses for the settings I've painted out so vigorously. Again, they're not the only possible ones, and are not set in stone. I don't wanna see any PMs alluding to any of those two shit above, so please! Okay? We're good? Let's go.
-------------------------------------
๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: One of our primary characters is a Dystopian, and belongs to a sect existing there, that's hellbent on TAKING the goodies from their Utopian counterparts, by fair means or foul. Personally, I dig playing a Dystopian male for this flavor, but am very open to playing a Utopian as an adventurous foray. (in the original story that this setting was conceived for, I played the Dystopian male in it.)
The other character, is a Utopian who's on the fringes. There are tons of possibilities on how they meet, what their interactions would be and what impact it would have on the plot. Of course, my PMs are open, so discussions to hash out those particulars are welcome.
๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: Both our primary characters are Utopians, perhaps both, but at least one of them is on the fringes. One of them seeks an exit from Utopia and it's overbearing self, and directly or indirectly, drags the other along. For this flavor, it can be that one of our characters gets themselves banished - intentionally or otherwise, and the other finds themselves reluctantly following suit, for reasons that can range from love to a bunch of other shit.
๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ธ๐ถ๐ถ๐ด๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: An alternate version of the flavor above. Both of our primary characters are Dystopians, one or both of them belonging to the rebellious sect. They could both be hungry, badass revolutionary wannabes, that are intent on transforming the potential energy of; loathing the Utopian council, lusting after Utopia's resources, and the fantasies of having those resources in their grasp that come with them, into action aimed at making these fantasies become a reality. (It doesn't hurt too, that they can become legendary pioneers in the eyes of their Dystopian brethren, by doing so.)
Again, it could be just one of the pair being involved with the rebellion, with the other one being connected in a way. The non-involved individual could be an active supporter of the rebellion, a passive supporter, or an unfazed neutral party. Again, they could be against the "folly" of the whole thing, and even hellbent on getting the involved character out, before they incur the wrath of the all powerful Utopian council.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐: The loose idea behind the original story that birthed this plot, had my character (a Dystopian male who's a member of the rebellion) plot along with his buddies on how to hit the Utopian council where it would hurt the most. After much deliberation, they arrived at the decision to kidnap the Chancellor's daughter! How they would achieve that feat, even they couldn't agree upon or figure out, as the Chancellor and his family amongst that of other council members, are under number one guard.
Unable to forge ahead with their plot due to the resulting indecision and division, they would remain quiet with the plan. That was until MC catches a lucky break and decided to go solo on the mission. Turns out that the Chancellor's daughter is one of the "fringe" Utopians. Since the structure of Utopia and the sorry decay of social interactions between it's inhabitants on a realistic and intimate level has become apparent, it was only natural for the council to introduce a "dating app" to ease the process of securing viable mates through a medium the Utopians are more comfortable with. (The average Utopian might not be able to even deal with the stress of conversing freely with another one that they don't have any crisp messages to pass across to in person at work. Even that too, is a rarity. To think of asking such people to engage in physical, romantic endeavors with people they barely know in person...)
The app in itself worked quite well for the Utopians, and ensured that they had a trickling but viable birth rate through natural, biological means. However, the bland, characterless men that filled it and Utopia as a whole, were sickening to the Chancellor's daughter. She was irritated and desperate for a breath of fresh air. The last straw that would've made living in Utopia tolerable to her flailing spirit, would've been to connect with a like-minded person... not being able to do that was.... frustrating, dangerously so, to the point that it began filling her head with ideas; potentially dangerous ones.
From here, there are a variety of ways she can make the connection with the wrong man. There's the fact that she could just hack the app (under the nose of the council's regulations for an amount of time) to extend her search to Dystopian and "sub-Dystopian" men as well. In the original plot, MC and her were actually playmates. He's Utopian by birth, but had to flee at a very young age when the council saw it fit to "off" his parents to keep their mouths shut on a secret. The particulars of which would be made known to you during the story should we take this route.
Anyways, with this in mind, it could be MC who actively seeks out her profile on the app, hacks it, contacts her under a Utopian alias, and begins the process of getting her smitten with his false image (which shouldn't be too hard to do since she's already quivering for someone with flair and identity), perhaps, adding in bits of what he could recall of her childhood likes and using it to estimate what her adult preferences would be. Either way, it would end up with a mutually planned visit to her residence (she'll take care of the security systems) from him, only that the first meeting in person between them wouldn't end like she anticipated.
I'm thinking, she has no idea who he is as Dystopia has wrought it's air of spirituality and reckless freedom on him. She would ultimately get kidnapped, and it would serve as the real starting point of the story and their journey. There would be heavy themes here, other than the kidnapping, there's her introduction to the Badlands with people who HATE her guts for what she is... then, there's the fact that MC is absolutely no longer the sweet, mischievous boy he used to be. Expect some serious corruption and exploitation of the mental and physical variety here. I don't see this one going vanilla anytime quick, if at all really.
And oh, the Utopians would not take it lying down at all, so, I guess I've done enough there.
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ; Sci-fi, Post-apocalyptic, Cyberpunk, Corruption, Degradation, Hedonism, World-building (to any degree that works for us), Dysfunctional relationships, Master/Slave dynamics, Kidnapping, Combat, War (in it's various stages), Romance (has to be built up if it's included), Power Struggles.
"๐๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ญ, ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ญ, ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ญ... ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ง ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ญ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ!"
[๐๐ณ][/hr]
The Serpent's Tail; a guild of some of the most powerful magic users and manipulators that the world has ever known. It's been a group shrouded by the thick cloak of secrecy and mystery through the ages. At different points in history though, they seem to pop right out of blue, forsaking the shadows to perform mysterious, elaborate rituals that make no sense to the non-initiate. During these times, their anonymity becomes a bit of a farce. Their resurgence is usually announced to the world by a rash of occult practices and unbridled witchcraft. Flying masses of figures on the nights of a full moon, sacrificed victims ceremoniously placed in public places with bone-chilling carved symbols and or inscriptions on the dump-sites.
Over the decades of their on and off flirtations with infamy and prominence, the two recurring themes that appear in the evidences of their rash occultic sprees, are the words "The Serpent's Tail" usually closely followed by the second one, a carved image of a serpentine head with jaws wide apart and fangs bared. Many have opposed this cult over the ages, not much is known about their them or their objectives, and just when it seems that the opposition are learning about them, they vanish.....leaving the world to moan about their rampage for a year or two before forgetting about them once again.
It's been fifty or so years since the commencement of yet another one of their hiatuses, with this one happening to be the longest one yet....in recent history at least. Not many alive today, know even fleeting details about their dangerous escapades, and the few who may know might've forgotten or aged so much that it no longer means anything to them.
The landscape has changed for sure, but the cult remained the same... the time is ripe now, ripe for their ultimate goal. There will be no fuss, no errors and most importantly, no outside interference.
-------------------------------------
My main character for this plot is an assassin that belongs to another shadowy sect known as "The Order of Crows". He's pretty much your standard-issue self-serving, lightning-witted and dangerous assassin. The Crows have their own fair share of history and mysticism, but seeing as they're "professional first", they're not nearly as "flashy" as the Serpent's Tail, and are therefore, practically non-existent to anyone outside their circle.
After attaining independence from the "nest" and becoming a "Solo Crow" that can now keep his earnings and build a reputation for himself barely two years ago, things were looking up for MC. The pay was good, the jobs were good and HE was good. He was also building a reputation too, fast. Life could only get better, right? Well, he thought so too, until he was introduced to "VISIONS". "Ludicrous dreams" he called them, "side effects" of killing for a living, he concluded.
For three weeks, he was plagued by a variety of three visions, one for each week; of a nude woman (also one for each week) sprawled artfully on different dump-sites. Each one had inscriptions and occult symbols and mumbo-jumbo written in her own blood! At first, he didn't take the visions seriously (he's a ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ afterall), but by the fifth week, when the vision of the fifth woman seemed to plague him every other minute to the point of insanity, he was frustrated beyond belief.
An attempt to clear his mind with a long ride on his bike, would lead him to the biggest surprise yet. Two hours and zero stress lifted into the ride, he mysteriously found himself at the site where the fifth woman in his vision was dumped... it was no fanciful vision afterall. Confused and irritated, he decided to study the inscriptions. He came to the conclusion that there was one last ritual to be done....the final one too, that would unleash whatever menace this "Serpent's Tail" plans to unleash upon the world. Like he fucking cares if some dowdy cult wants to party!
He turned away in disgust and bam! Another vision, a different one, and it's not even the sixth week yet. But wait! The woman he saw in the latest vision was still alive, and for some reason he couldn't explain, the vision stung a lot more urgency to his bones than all the last ones combined.
It didn't take a genius to figure it out, whatever was gracing him with these visions, was showing him the cult's final target, and would not give him any respite until he found her. What would he do when he finds her though? Should he put her in a hammerlock? Interrogate her abrasively on pain of having her life snuffed with relish if she doesn't cooperate? Prevent her from becoming victim number six? WHAT?!
So, obviously, the visions are coming to try to make MC prevent YC from becoming victim number six. Although, being the self-centered bastard that he is, despite knowing in his gut that it's for this reason, he just might go ahead and execute all the other thoughts that popped into his head on finding her. Even if just to spite the visions he's been plagued with for unknown reasons.
YC is a blank slate for you to fill, however, here are some pointers on who she could be and some tropes we could involve, with their effects on the plot. We can cherry pick any of these, then mix and match em together, or with something we conceive on our own during OOC discussions if we please.
-------------------------------------
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: She looks, behaves like and actually believes that she's your regular chick. However, unfortunately for her, she has some properties that would make her the cult's most important target. She's unaware of course.
I see their relationship being one with a lot of friction; she most likely won't believe him at all, and he sure as hell will make her see hell for it. Overtime though, the cult rears its ugly head, and maybe her hidden properties blossom too. Either way, they both learn the hard way the the cult isn't messing around.
๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐!: YC's special qualities are known to her and she's far from being the damsel in distress. Again, more of that delicious frictional dynamic to explore here. They both might even agree that she doesn't need his help, only to learn the hard way that the cult and the visions are not to be taken for granted.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐: MC approaches it with a business-like flair (nevermind that relief from the visions should be payment enough) and makes YC offer him something in return for his help. The object of the transaction is entirely up to us; money, sex, help with the obviously abnormal visions that are a symptom of a far greater anomaly in MC himself, all or a mixture of the above? Something else? Let's get wild here!
I think the initial friction between them is bound to happen no matter what she is and how their relationship evolves, so.... definitely more of that here too.
๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!: In this flavor, YC is aware of the changes bound to seize MC as his visions are a result of him possessing "The eyes of Sangra", the visions are merely the beginnings of his manifestation of power. (Haha! Guess he's not as footloose as he thought)
Turns out that the eyes are both a blessing and a curse. They grant their bearers certain powers and a state of existence that surpasses plain humanity, however, all these at certain costs to them, one of which is the vulnerability to losing control occasionally. One thing with assassin's though, control is EVERYTHING! MC can't stand the idea of randomly going berserk because of a potential power in his eyes. It's not too hard to believe YC because... well, the visions, and the visions are already driving him nuts!
๐ท๐๐ข! ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐? ๐ธ๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐: This one is a little something I thought up to possibly spice things up. It can be used in conjunction with any of the flavors above, or any other one we think up on our own. It's simple really, our characters are soulmates, bound together with a bond so powerful, it transcends the concepts of realms, space and time.
The consequence of this is that they end up feeling attraction towards each other, no matter how much they hate each other's guts or how they can't stand the other. It might explain the urgency in MC's bones to reach her before the cult as well.
One of them might be aware of this fact, perhaps they're reincarnated in some way or other....meh, there's too many branches to type down with this shit lol.
[๐๐ณ][/hr]
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
The Serpent's Tail; a guild of some of the most powerful magic users and manipulators that the world has ever known. It's been a group shrouded by the thick cloak of secrecy and mystery through the ages. At different points in history though, they seem to pop right out of blue, forsaking the shadows to perform mysterious, elaborate rituals that make no sense to the non-initiate. During these times, their anonymity becomes a bit of a farce. Their resurgence is usually announced to the world by a rash of occult practices and unbridled witchcraft. Flying masses of figures on the nights of a full moon, sacrificed victims ceremoniously placed in public places with bone-chilling carved symbols and or inscriptions on the dump-sites.
Over the decades of their on and off flirtations with infamy and prominence, the two recurring themes that appear in the evidences of their rash occultic sprees, are the words "The Serpent's Tail" usually closely followed by the second one, a carved image of a serpentine head with jaws wide apart and fangs bared. Many have opposed this cult over the ages, not much is known about their them or their objectives, and just when it seems that the opposition are learning about them, they vanish.....leaving the world to moan about their rampage for a year or two before forgetting about them once again.
It's been fifty or so years since the commencement of yet another one of their hiatuses, with this one happening to be the longest one yet....in recent history at least. Not many alive today, know even fleeting details about their dangerous escapades, and the few who may know might've forgotten or aged so much that it no longer means anything to them.
The landscape has changed for sure, but the cult remained the same... the time is ripe now, ripe for their ultimate goal. There will be no fuss, no errors and most importantly, no outside interference.
-------------------------------------
My main character for this plot is an assassin that belongs to another shadowy sect known as "The Order of Crows". He's pretty much your standard-issue self-serving, lightning-witted and dangerous assassin. The Crows have their own fair share of history and mysticism, but seeing as they're "professional first", they're not nearly as "flashy" as the Serpent's Tail, and are therefore, practically non-existent to anyone outside their circle.
After attaining independence from the "nest" and becoming a "Solo Crow" that can now keep his earnings and build a reputation for himself barely two years ago, things were looking up for MC. The pay was good, the jobs were good and HE was good. He was also building a reputation too, fast. Life could only get better, right? Well, he thought so too, until he was introduced to "VISIONS". "Ludicrous dreams" he called them, "side effects" of killing for a living, he concluded.
For three weeks, he was plagued by a variety of three visions, one for each week; of a nude woman (also one for each week) sprawled artfully on different dump-sites. Each one had inscriptions and occult symbols and mumbo-jumbo written in her own blood! At first, he didn't take the visions seriously (he's a ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ afterall), but by the fifth week, when the vision of the fifth woman seemed to plague him every other minute to the point of insanity, he was frustrated beyond belief.
An attempt to clear his mind with a long ride on his bike, would lead him to the biggest surprise yet. Two hours and zero stress lifted into the ride, he mysteriously found himself at the site where the fifth woman in his vision was dumped... it was no fanciful vision afterall. Confused and irritated, he decided to study the inscriptions. He came to the conclusion that there was one last ritual to be done....the final one too, that would unleash whatever menace this "Serpent's Tail" plans to unleash upon the world. Like he fucking cares if some dowdy cult wants to party!
He turned away in disgust and bam! Another vision, a different one, and it's not even the sixth week yet. But wait! The woman he saw in the latest vision was still alive, and for some reason he couldn't explain, the vision stung a lot more urgency to his bones than all the last ones combined.
It didn't take a genius to figure it out, whatever was gracing him with these visions, was showing him the cult's final target, and would not give him any respite until he found her. What would he do when he finds her though? Should he put her in a hammerlock? Interrogate her abrasively on pain of having her life snuffed with relish if she doesn't cooperate? Prevent her from becoming victim number six? WHAT?!
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐
So, obviously, the visions are coming to try to make MC prevent YC from becoming victim number six. Although, being the self-centered bastard that he is, despite knowing in his gut that it's for this reason, he just might go ahead and execute all the other thoughts that popped into his head on finding her. Even if just to spite the visions he's been plagued with for unknown reasons.
YC is a blank slate for you to fill, however, here are some pointers on who she could be and some tropes we could involve, with their effects on the plot. We can cherry pick any of these, then mix and match em together, or with something we conceive on our own during OOC discussions if we please.
-------------------------------------
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: She looks, behaves like and actually believes that she's your regular chick. However, unfortunately for her, she has some properties that would make her the cult's most important target. She's unaware of course.
I see their relationship being one with a lot of friction; she most likely won't believe him at all, and he sure as hell will make her see hell for it. Overtime though, the cult rears its ugly head, and maybe her hidden properties blossom too. Either way, they both learn the hard way the the cult isn't messing around.
๐ธ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐!: YC's special qualities are known to her and she's far from being the damsel in distress. Again, more of that delicious frictional dynamic to explore here. They both might even agree that she doesn't need his help, only to learn the hard way that the cult and the visions are not to be taken for granted.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐: MC approaches it with a business-like flair (nevermind that relief from the visions should be payment enough) and makes YC offer him something in return for his help. The object of the transaction is entirely up to us; money, sex, help with the obviously abnormal visions that are a symptom of a far greater anomaly in MC himself, all or a mixture of the above? Something else? Let's get wild here!
I think the initial friction between them is bound to happen no matter what she is and how their relationship evolves, so.... definitely more of that here too.
๐๐'๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!: In this flavor, YC is aware of the changes bound to seize MC as his visions are a result of him possessing "The eyes of Sangra", the visions are merely the beginnings of his manifestation of power. (Haha! Guess he's not as footloose as he thought)
Turns out that the eyes are both a blessing and a curse. They grant their bearers certain powers and a state of existence that surpasses plain humanity, however, all these at certain costs to them, one of which is the vulnerability to losing control occasionally. One thing with assassin's though, control is EVERYTHING! MC can't stand the idea of randomly going berserk because of a potential power in his eyes. It's not too hard to believe YC because... well, the visions, and the visions are already driving him nuts!
๐ท๐๐ข! ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐? ๐ธ๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐: This one is a little something I thought up to possibly spice things up. It can be used in conjunction with any of the flavors above, or any other one we think up on our own. It's simple really, our characters are soulmates, bound together with a bond so powerful, it transcends the concepts of realms, space and time.
The consequence of this is that they end up feeling attraction towards each other, no matter how much they hate each other's guts or how they can't stand the other. It might explain the urgency in MC's bones to reach her before the cult as well.
One of them might be aware of this fact, perhaps they're reincarnated in some way or other....meh, there's too many branches to type down with this shit lol.
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ: Occultism, Magic, Kidnapping, Dub-con, Exploitation, Mutualism, Violence, Horror, Gore, Power Struggles, Adventure, Action, Dark-fantasy, Dysfunctional relationships, Combat, Soulmates, Romance (has to be established during the story if we want it).
"๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ, ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ค๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฃ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฉ."
No one saw it coming, and no one could've even conjured up the scenes of madness that now fill the earth in their varied states and numbers. Humans, like other organic life-forms, are governed by "drives". Needs, wants, and aspirations that decide where and how they spend their energy, consciously or unconsciously.
It's simple really; the concept of action and reward. Living organisms grow, derive nourishment and energy, and in some cases, are able to maintain body heat - IF they eat the right things regularly and I the right amounts. Continuity of life is ensured when living organisms reproduce; dominant individuals with respect to physical and mental attributes, control the resources of the environment and utilize th to their maximum benefit. So many things along that line.
The more complex an organism is, the more "varied" and equally complex their drives become. Sitting at the bottom of the ladder are the unicellular organisms - by far, the easiest to satisfy. On top of the ladder though, the species that dominate the earth, sit proudly, humans. Intelligence breeds complexity, and the stress if confirming to social and moral standards, puts incredible strain on people. Everyone knows the "right" things to do in their communities in some capacity. However, sometimes, the "right" things to do aren't always what an individual wants to do.
They try their hardest to conform anyway, for various reasons ranging from scorn to punishment....all in all, civilization prevails. What happens however, when all the inhibitors that regulate men and keep them from obliging their deepest desires are obliterated? What then?
An extraterrestrial alien population embeds itself into a small asteroid headed for earth. Not all of the sojourning party survive the entry into earth's atmosphere, however, the most important member did.....their queen!
Landing in a remote location did the aliens a lot of good, that their asteroid vessel was relatively inconspicuous, did them even more good. The humans though, were no better for those two things. Why are the aliens here? What do they want? Well, if there were any answers to those questions, they were not to be supplied by the oblivious human population, in a world that could've gone on, unchanged and unscathed.
Unfortunately, that wasn't meant to be. It started with a rash of outbursts of unbridled hedonism in hedonistic centers.....people losing it and partying WAY harder than usual. Religious leaders frowned at the spike in the population of youths "going astray", governments and communities shifted uncomfortably, when the numbers of kept rising, and the parties became a lot more frequent.
"It's the devil! He's here!" - "It's the media! They're killing our future!" - "Shut down those nightclubs and fleshpots already!" - "Crackdown on the gangs and cartels!" - "Regulate all weapons!"
The cries and opinions of the of the older heads were as incessant as they were varied. The youths were demonized, and could only find solace in the one thing that ruined their reputation; the unexplainable urges to be "wild!" "Out there!"....."free from all constraints." It wasn't long though, for the older heads who once berated them, and the much younger ones who were unconcerned with the whole buzz, began to get the same "vibes", and fall victim to the same malady that has befallen the vibrant youths. What began as just the urge to be merry and party, was soon to spiral into a mass orgy of recklessness and selfish destruction wrought on flesh, emotions, property and lives to name a few casualties.
By the time the scientific community caught on to what was happening, four out of every ten individuals, were infected with "alien looking pathogens that do not match any known life-forms on earth, and do not respond to any chemical concoctions they could muster." Further tests on these lawless individuals revealed that "the aliens are intelligent, and the rate of mental and moral deterioration of their hosts, varies with the hosts' mental strength, and the evolutionary state of the pathogens themselves."
Of course, many found their findings hard to believe (perhaps, because the aliens didn't come in glorious battleships and brandished superior tech). Others wanted more from the braniacs. Ultimately, however, the political jitterbugs and social indecision, capitulated in a full blown apocalypse of the highly contagious condition dubbed HCHS (Highly Contagious Hedonistic Syndrome), propagated by standard virus transmission means.
Governments are universally known to be shady. Keeping the public in the dark most often than not, when "sensitive" matters are involved. It was bo different in this case. A highly classified global coalition was formed in the aftermath of the first wave of the invasion. The "Winback" coalition it was called. Turns out that the intensely working scientists, have found out a lot more about the aliens than they were letting on.
Like how the species have a hive mentality, and derive nourishment and a strangely magnified pool of power, from the endorphins that they mine from their infected hosts' bloodstreams. They also know that the aliens evolve very quickly - too quick to design a lasting vaccine for. The aliens are also known to be able to flood the minds of their hosts, with primal impulses to seek pleasure and gratification without restraint....to facilitate their mining operations of course. That explains the ugly scenes of people fucking each other like wild beasts, bashing heads in, or just commiting wanton vandalism and the likes without any restraint, and with little rest, till they expire from the strain of their exertions.
The best bit of information that they were able to pry however, is that the aliens appear to be linked by some sort of telepathic or psychic connection, to each other and to a much larger entity. This larger entity, they dubbed the queen. From that point onwards, it appeared to be really straightforward....all they had to do, was to find this "queen" and eliminate it before every single person on earth, is reduced to a fodderized version of themselves. That's how the Winback Corps came to being.
The mission looked simple enough at first, however, due to the highly contagious nature of the disease, and the fact that mental conditioning appeared to be the only thing that worked well against the aliens (they die pretty quickly and horribly once in a host - if they don't get what they came for......something that won't happen if a host actively or passively resists their evil entreaties to madness).
The corps took five years to train and innoculate it's members and operatives with a concoction of experimental vaccines. Mental training and in some cases, reprogramming was also in order. All that effort was directed at helping the agents resist the disease....how wrong to think that it'll all that it takes to get to the queen.
The human-sized entity with a psychic and telepathic bandwidth that would make NASA cringe....she waits patiently in the burrow she made underground. From there, she directs traffic and orchestrates the proceedings and escalation of the invasion and fodderization of the human race.
Operations have been put in place to locate and destroy her. However, her psychic and telepathic abilities constantly put her nothing less than two steps ahead of her pursuers. Her pursuers have managed so far, to stay clear of her parasitic and potent spores.....but they're thinning in number.....year after year...day after day.
She has plans for them though....the survivors, but not just them, the unfortunate ones who have fallen prey to her spores and were yet to expire too......
It's a blank slate for both of us to fill up however we please. The choices are quite robust here for us, our characters can be anything from an infected person struggling with the disease, to a member of the corps that's hellbent on saving the human race. Hell, they could even be a warlord taking advantage of the broken societal and moral landscape, or even a vigilante out for justice.
I strongly suggest that we play multiple characters here though, not just with side characters, but at least "sub-mains" if you catch my drift. I feel that we'd be able to really maximize the potential of this setting that way, especially since we'd be viewing the twisted landscape through the eyes and minds of different people.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
No one saw it coming, and no one could've even conjured up the scenes of madness that now fill the earth in their varied states and numbers. Humans, like other organic life-forms, are governed by "drives". Needs, wants, and aspirations that decide where and how they spend their energy, consciously or unconsciously.
It's simple really; the concept of action and reward. Living organisms grow, derive nourishment and energy, and in some cases, are able to maintain body heat - IF they eat the right things regularly and I the right amounts. Continuity of life is ensured when living organisms reproduce; dominant individuals with respect to physical and mental attributes, control the resources of the environment and utilize th to their maximum benefit. So many things along that line.
The more complex an organism is, the more "varied" and equally complex their drives become. Sitting at the bottom of the ladder are the unicellular organisms - by far, the easiest to satisfy. On top of the ladder though, the species that dominate the earth, sit proudly, humans. Intelligence breeds complexity, and the stress if confirming to social and moral standards, puts incredible strain on people. Everyone knows the "right" things to do in their communities in some capacity. However, sometimes, the "right" things to do aren't always what an individual wants to do.
They try their hardest to conform anyway, for various reasons ranging from scorn to punishment....all in all, civilization prevails. What happens however, when all the inhibitors that regulate men and keep them from obliging their deepest desires are obliterated? What then?
๐๐พ๐๐
An extraterrestrial alien population embeds itself into a small asteroid headed for earth. Not all of the sojourning party survive the entry into earth's atmosphere, however, the most important member did.....their queen!
Landing in a remote location did the aliens a lot of good, that their asteroid vessel was relatively inconspicuous, did them even more good. The humans though, were no better for those two things. Why are the aliens here? What do they want? Well, if there were any answers to those questions, they were not to be supplied by the oblivious human population, in a world that could've gone on, unchanged and unscathed.
Unfortunately, that wasn't meant to be. It started with a rash of outbursts of unbridled hedonism in hedonistic centers.....people losing it and partying WAY harder than usual. Religious leaders frowned at the spike in the population of youths "going astray", governments and communities shifted uncomfortably, when the numbers of kept rising, and the parties became a lot more frequent.
"It's the devil! He's here!" - "It's the media! They're killing our future!" - "Shut down those nightclubs and fleshpots already!" - "Crackdown on the gangs and cartels!" - "Regulate all weapons!"
The cries and opinions of the of the older heads were as incessant as they were varied. The youths were demonized, and could only find solace in the one thing that ruined their reputation; the unexplainable urges to be "wild!" "Out there!"....."free from all constraints." It wasn't long though, for the older heads who once berated them, and the much younger ones who were unconcerned with the whole buzz, began to get the same "vibes", and fall victim to the same malady that has befallen the vibrant youths. What began as just the urge to be merry and party, was soon to spiral into a mass orgy of recklessness and selfish destruction wrought on flesh, emotions, property and lives to name a few casualties.
By the time the scientific community caught on to what was happening, four out of every ten individuals, were infected with "alien looking pathogens that do not match any known life-forms on earth, and do not respond to any chemical concoctions they could muster." Further tests on these lawless individuals revealed that "the aliens are intelligent, and the rate of mental and moral deterioration of their hosts, varies with the hosts' mental strength, and the evolutionary state of the pathogens themselves."
Of course, many found their findings hard to believe (perhaps, because the aliens didn't come in glorious battleships and brandished superior tech). Others wanted more from the braniacs. Ultimately, however, the political jitterbugs and social indecision, capitulated in a full blown apocalypse of the highly contagious condition dubbed HCHS (Highly Contagious Hedonistic Syndrome), propagated by standard virus transmission means.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ค๐ง๐ฅ๐จ
Governments are universally known to be shady. Keeping the public in the dark most often than not, when "sensitive" matters are involved. It was bo different in this case. A highly classified global coalition was formed in the aftermath of the first wave of the invasion. The "Winback" coalition it was called. Turns out that the intensely working scientists, have found out a lot more about the aliens than they were letting on.
Like how the species have a hive mentality, and derive nourishment and a strangely magnified pool of power, from the endorphins that they mine from their infected hosts' bloodstreams. They also know that the aliens evolve very quickly - too quick to design a lasting vaccine for. The aliens are also known to be able to flood the minds of their hosts, with primal impulses to seek pleasure and gratification without restraint....to facilitate their mining operations of course. That explains the ugly scenes of people fucking each other like wild beasts, bashing heads in, or just commiting wanton vandalism and the likes without any restraint, and with little rest, till they expire from the strain of their exertions.
The best bit of information that they were able to pry however, is that the aliens appear to be linked by some sort of telepathic or psychic connection, to each other and to a much larger entity. This larger entity, they dubbed the queen. From that point onwards, it appeared to be really straightforward....all they had to do, was to find this "queen" and eliminate it before every single person on earth, is reduced to a fodderized version of themselves. That's how the Winback Corps came to being.
The mission looked simple enough at first, however, due to the highly contagious nature of the disease, and the fact that mental conditioning appeared to be the only thing that worked well against the aliens (they die pretty quickly and horribly once in a host - if they don't get what they came for......something that won't happen if a host actively or passively resists their evil entreaties to madness).
The corps took five years to train and innoculate it's members and operatives with a concoction of experimental vaccines. Mental training and in some cases, reprogramming was also in order. All that effort was directed at helping the agents resist the disease....how wrong to think that it'll all that it takes to get to the queen.
๐๐๐ ๐๐ช๐๐๐ฃ
The human-sized entity with a psychic and telepathic bandwidth that would make NASA cringe....she waits patiently in the burrow she made underground. From there, she directs traffic and orchestrates the proceedings and escalation of the invasion and fodderization of the human race.
Operations have been put in place to locate and destroy her. However, her psychic and telepathic abilities constantly put her nothing less than two steps ahead of her pursuers. Her pursuers have managed so far, to stay clear of her parasitic and potent spores.....but they're thinning in number.....year after year...day after day.
She has plans for them though....the survivors, but not just them, the unfortunate ones who have fallen prey to her spores and were yet to expire too......
๐พ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ
It's a blank slate for both of us to fill up however we please. The choices are quite robust here for us, our characters can be anything from an infected person struggling with the disease, to a member of the corps that's hellbent on saving the human race. Hell, they could even be a warlord taking advantage of the broken societal and moral landscape, or even a vigilante out for justice.
I strongly suggest that we play multiple characters here though, not just with side characters, but at least "sub-mains" if you catch my drift. I feel that we'd be able to really maximize the potential of this setting that way, especially since we'd be viewing the twisted landscape through the eyes and minds of different people.
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ: Contagion, Sci-fi, Apocalypse, Violence, Mind Control, Horror, Survival-Horror, Heavy Corruption, Adventure, Action, Combat, Heat/Rut, Aliens, Unrestrained Hedonism, Romance (I'm starting to get sick of repeating that I don't dig "flash" romances lol, especially if our characters don't know each other before the story begins. Just assume any place you see "Romance" as a trope from now on, it's gonna have to be built up if it's to be included ;D).
"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ...."
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
Imagine a man, young and vibrant, brave and shortsighted....flushed with the prime of youth, and intoxicated with the power of footloose freedom. The freedom to play, to work....to be or not to be. Imagine that same man, by virtue of his adventures, finding himself in a situation far graver than his wildest fantasies could ever conjure.....but wait, you deserve to know something of that story.
They say men are made by their choices, and it's no secret that most often than not, the choices we make often come back to haunt us. It's something that had crossed the mind of the man in question, several times in the past. Even as he ignored his father's wise counsels.....his mother's tears and the entreaties of his handful of siblings. The thought that the decision to level them and the comfort of his family's palatial estate and property, that too to become an adventurer.....he always knew deep down that his choice would come back to haunt him one day.
"Stay, my son! Even if it is your desire to eat solely by the sweat of your brow, I can furnish that to prosperous ease for you....." - his father had beseeched him.
"Why has that which I nursed within me so intimately for a period, decided to tear the very tenderness that nursed him apart?!" - his mother had demanded amidst tears of anguish. Their words and the handful of others from friends and family who had learned of his decision, wrenched him... but his hardened....steeled to pursue his fantasies, so that he could bury his conscience with ease.
Enough of that part though. Yes, he ignored the entreaties from his hearth and kin, and did so too with the comfort he was born into. He toured the lands in a neverending quest for adventure. The first two years of his voyage was full of ups and downs, but he had never felt more fulfilled in life up till that point. He learned many things, and did even many more things - many of which would put his family to intense shame if they knew of them. He met many like-minded people too, and it wasn't long before his push for MORE, pit him into a fix.
Treasure is the bane of most adventurers. When he learned that a ship was setting sail for a mysterious island where there is a cave said to bear a great treasure on the outset of his third year away, he resolved at once to join it's party......and he was successful, and so was the ship's arrival at the mystic island, rumored to beat what it's greedy party came for.
Maybe if he had more sense in those moments, he should've followed his guts and stayed behind to see if the ship's first voyage would be fruitful... maybe he should've, but every adventurer knows too well, the pull of gold.
The cave itself was a labyrinth, other than that, nothing spectacular, no gold -yet. All the party encountered at first, were discarded weapons and dusty remains. It was an omen, but the greed coursing through the veins if each man in the party, made them blind to it's original message. Instead of a deterrent, they found encouragement.. shortly after this, was when their lucks ran out.
One by one, they fell; rapidly too, they knew not what attacked them, but their weapons were utterly useless against them. Sounds of shattering bones and blades, mixed with the howls of agony, terror and pure shock. Our hero kept shattering blades, but none of his bones yet, in his panicked attempts to ward off the assault. When all the blades he was carrying, along with the few he could find on the floor, were spent, he switched to the forlorn broomsticks on the ground,but alas! Most were spent too, useless to him, and even the few shots he could get off had no noticeable effects on the ravenous assailants.
Failed by fight, he switched to fight. Closely behind him, the trail of indescribable howls and grunts of pure malice, kept him honest in his dire flight. The alternating darkness and semi-darkness of the moldy, damp cave, coupled with the hot haste he was moving with, rendered him as naught but a blind runner... one with not even the faintest idea of where his steps are leading him, and in a cave filled with unspeakable horrors, it was only a matter of time before he ran out of luck too like his fallen comrades.
He would've continued in that very state till his legs failed him, had he not run into a dead end in the labyrinthine cave. With death behind him, his heart sank, then died as he resolved to go down fighting. As he backed away at the onslaught of bone-chilling howls and grunts heralding the arrival of the unknown assailants in the darkness, his boots struck against something in the partial darkness behind him, just as he was making the petty wish to have one of the burning torches the party had brought with them, with him in that moment.....at least, to see the face of that which would end him.
He didn't know it then, but his boots had just brushed against the objects that would change his life.... forever. Gauntlets, they were, they were also unremarkable to him in that moment. Thankful to at least have something to bolster whatever meagre offense he could muster, he hurriedly clasped them on and resigned to his unassailable fate, his last stand. if only he knew that it was only the first step in the journey that awaited him.
-------------------------------------
If you read through all that, you're a champ! Well, now that you're here, there are a few things you should know about the gauntlets. First thing to know is that they're powerful! Like, very powerful, enough to grant it's wearers godlike abilities in addition to being virtually indestructible; but! They're also cursed, terribly so. Turns out that they and their wearers are bound to an even more powerful entity in another realm (I'm thinking, demon or something).
This entity feeds on the chaos generated by the gauntlet weilders. In addition, the entity tends to tie them into servitude; it uses them as it's personal bounty hunters or more precisely "errand boys and girls"... IF they accept to serve it. Defiance of course is not only possible, but it seems very plausible too....until the curse rears its ugly head. (Gauntlets of Doom, remember?).
Failure to serve the entity or execute it's wishes, will result in uncontrollable thirsts for chaos and destruction. Ultimately, this often capitulates into wild outbursts from such defiant weilders. The worst part of the whole thing, us that the gauntlets can never come off! They can vanish when not in use and return when desired or at the outset of another outburst, but that's it.
Ultimately, the entity is bound to benefit from the weilders one way or another. Only the entity can unbind a wearer from the gauntlets, and it would only do so, once it perceives that a wearer has "satisfied" it.
I think they're quite numerous, but will state the ones that I can think up. Note that although M.C originates from the medieval ages and transformed then, the gauntlets have rendered him immortal. So we could base our story on practically any setting and time period.
-------------------------------------
๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐!: The entity's male, and has ordered MC to fetch him a particular woman to be his bride, or offering in a more practical sense (like, how many "brides" has he got in the past?!). Of course, MC has the choice of simply refusing the assignment, but it's on pain of suffering and bringing that suffering to others.
So many ways this flavor could go. Of course, YC is a blank slate for you to fill. She could be a goddess in her own realm, she could be your average woman on the streets....whatever you please. So, with the tough choices that MC is faced with, he's most likely bound to be forced to satisfy the entity sooner or later.....unless of course, YC gives him a good reason not to.....what reason? Oh well, that's what OOC planning is for!
๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!: I feel that this one could be employed no matter what route we decide to go with the plot. The premise behind it is simple. The entity sends MC after it's enemies. The enemies could be a plethora of things; superheroes, demonologists, a "holy" order, a rival cult/entity... the list goes on.
From here, there are ways we could could go about it. YC could be one of his targets who's sworn to take him down. Lustful tension, romantic tension, a dysfunctional love-hate relationship fueled by their inclinations to destroy the other... these are juicy bits we could add. Another offshoot with this trope would have YC being on MC's side of tent. She could be a trusted (and perhaps jealous) herald for the entity, she could be it's bored daughter who's excited by the prospect of smashing their enemies, alongside a now immortal man under her parent's (and consequently, her) thumb in her opinion. Hell, she could still be anything else you fancy.
๐ฑ๐ ๐๐๐๐!: The entity's female, and since the "Destroy my adversaries" trope would most likely than not, end up in the story one way or another, she's become impressed with MC's diligence and efficiency. Although, she knows that he's only being loyal to her, in order to rid himself of the gauntlets and the curse it bears.
Letting him off the hook however, is the last thing on her mind. Instead of rewarding his efforts with freedom, she sets her mind upon the opposite - to keep him for herself at all costs. Standard techniques apply. In planning to inform him of her upgraded interest in him, and her desire to upgrade their relationship, (she has a plethora of "upgrades" to choose from; marriage is one of em) she's prepared to face every resistance that he's bound to offer to her desires. She has absolutely no plans of giving him up, regardless of the costs, and what actions she must take under whatever circumstances, to get him to yield to her desires.
A twist to this would have the entity's daughter being the one to express her interest in MC. The entity in this case, would of course, be unprepared to be turned down, or to sample the opinion of the man in question (MC). That it's daughter would be playing her part, wouldn't hurt as well.
Again, this flavor could still be merged with any central idea we conceive, or one or more of the ones I've outlined.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
Imagine a man, young and vibrant, brave and shortsighted....flushed with the prime of youth, and intoxicated with the power of footloose freedom. The freedom to play, to work....to be or not to be. Imagine that same man, by virtue of his adventures, finding himself in a situation far graver than his wildest fantasies could ever conjure.....but wait, you deserve to know something of that story.
They say men are made by their choices, and it's no secret that most often than not, the choices we make often come back to haunt us. It's something that had crossed the mind of the man in question, several times in the past. Even as he ignored his father's wise counsels.....his mother's tears and the entreaties of his handful of siblings. The thought that the decision to level them and the comfort of his family's palatial estate and property, that too to become an adventurer.....he always knew deep down that his choice would come back to haunt him one day.
"Stay, my son! Even if it is your desire to eat solely by the sweat of your brow, I can furnish that to prosperous ease for you....." - his father had beseeched him.
"Why has that which I nursed within me so intimately for a period, decided to tear the very tenderness that nursed him apart?!" - his mother had demanded amidst tears of anguish. Their words and the handful of others from friends and family who had learned of his decision, wrenched him... but his hardened....steeled to pursue his fantasies, so that he could bury his conscience with ease.
Enough of that part though. Yes, he ignored the entreaties from his hearth and kin, and did so too with the comfort he was born into. He toured the lands in a neverending quest for adventure. The first two years of his voyage was full of ups and downs, but he had never felt more fulfilled in life up till that point. He learned many things, and did even many more things - many of which would put his family to intense shame if they knew of them. He met many like-minded people too, and it wasn't long before his push for MORE, pit him into a fix.
Treasure is the bane of most adventurers. When he learned that a ship was setting sail for a mysterious island where there is a cave said to bear a great treasure on the outset of his third year away, he resolved at once to join it's party......and he was successful, and so was the ship's arrival at the mystic island, rumored to beat what it's greedy party came for.
Maybe if he had more sense in those moments, he should've followed his guts and stayed behind to see if the ship's first voyage would be fruitful... maybe he should've, but every adventurer knows too well, the pull of gold.
The cave itself was a labyrinth, other than that, nothing spectacular, no gold -yet. All the party encountered at first, were discarded weapons and dusty remains. It was an omen, but the greed coursing through the veins if each man in the party, made them blind to it's original message. Instead of a deterrent, they found encouragement.. shortly after this, was when their lucks ran out.
One by one, they fell; rapidly too, they knew not what attacked them, but their weapons were utterly useless against them. Sounds of shattering bones and blades, mixed with the howls of agony, terror and pure shock. Our hero kept shattering blades, but none of his bones yet, in his panicked attempts to ward off the assault. When all the blades he was carrying, along with the few he could find on the floor, were spent, he switched to the forlorn broomsticks on the ground,but alas! Most were spent too, useless to him, and even the few shots he could get off had no noticeable effects on the ravenous assailants.
Failed by fight, he switched to fight. Closely behind him, the trail of indescribable howls and grunts of pure malice, kept him honest in his dire flight. The alternating darkness and semi-darkness of the moldy, damp cave, coupled with the hot haste he was moving with, rendered him as naught but a blind runner... one with not even the faintest idea of where his steps are leading him, and in a cave filled with unspeakable horrors, it was only a matter of time before he ran out of luck too like his fallen comrades.
He would've continued in that very state till his legs failed him, had he not run into a dead end in the labyrinthine cave. With death behind him, his heart sank, then died as he resolved to go down fighting. As he backed away at the onslaught of bone-chilling howls and grunts heralding the arrival of the unknown assailants in the darkness, his boots struck against something in the partial darkness behind him, just as he was making the petty wish to have one of the burning torches the party had brought with them, with him in that moment.....at least, to see the face of that which would end him.
He didn't know it then, but his boots had just brushed against the objects that would change his life.... forever. Gauntlets, they were, they were also unremarkable to him in that moment. Thankful to at least have something to bolster whatever meagre offense he could muster, he hurriedly clasped them on and resigned to his unassailable fate, his last stand. if only he knew that it was only the first step in the journey that awaited him.
-------------------------------------
If you read through all that, you're a champ! Well, now that you're here, there are a few things you should know about the gauntlets. First thing to know is that they're powerful! Like, very powerful, enough to grant it's wearers godlike abilities in addition to being virtually indestructible; but! They're also cursed, terribly so. Turns out that they and their wearers are bound to an even more powerful entity in another realm (I'm thinking, demon or something).
This entity feeds on the chaos generated by the gauntlet weilders. In addition, the entity tends to tie them into servitude; it uses them as it's personal bounty hunters or more precisely "errand boys and girls"... IF they accept to serve it. Defiance of course is not only possible, but it seems very plausible too....until the curse rears its ugly head. (Gauntlets of Doom, remember?).
Failure to serve the entity or execute it's wishes, will result in uncontrollable thirsts for chaos and destruction. Ultimately, this often capitulates into wild outbursts from such defiant weilders. The worst part of the whole thing, us that the gauntlets can never come off! They can vanish when not in use and return when desired or at the outset of another outburst, but that's it.
Ultimately, the entity is bound to benefit from the weilders one way or another. Only the entity can unbind a wearer from the gauntlets, and it would only do so, once it perceives that a wearer has "satisfied" it.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐
I think they're quite numerous, but will state the ones that I can think up. Note that although M.C originates from the medieval ages and transformed then, the gauntlets have rendered him immortal. So we could base our story on practically any setting and time period.
-------------------------------------
๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐!: The entity's male, and has ordered MC to fetch him a particular woman to be his bride, or offering in a more practical sense (like, how many "brides" has he got in the past?!). Of course, MC has the choice of simply refusing the assignment, but it's on pain of suffering and bringing that suffering to others.
So many ways this flavor could go. Of course, YC is a blank slate for you to fill. She could be a goddess in her own realm, she could be your average woman on the streets....whatever you please. So, with the tough choices that MC is faced with, he's most likely bound to be forced to satisfy the entity sooner or later.....unless of course, YC gives him a good reason not to.....what reason? Oh well, that's what OOC planning is for!
๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!: I feel that this one could be employed no matter what route we decide to go with the plot. The premise behind it is simple. The entity sends MC after it's enemies. The enemies could be a plethora of things; superheroes, demonologists, a "holy" order, a rival cult/entity... the list goes on.
From here, there are ways we could could go about it. YC could be one of his targets who's sworn to take him down. Lustful tension, romantic tension, a dysfunctional love-hate relationship fueled by their inclinations to destroy the other... these are juicy bits we could add. Another offshoot with this trope would have YC being on MC's side of tent. She could be a trusted (and perhaps jealous) herald for the entity, she could be it's bored daughter who's excited by the prospect of smashing their enemies, alongside a now immortal man under her parent's (and consequently, her) thumb in her opinion. Hell, she could still be anything else you fancy.
๐ฑ๐ ๐๐๐๐!: The entity's female, and since the "Destroy my adversaries" trope would most likely than not, end up in the story one way or another, she's become impressed with MC's diligence and efficiency. Although, she knows that he's only being loyal to her, in order to rid himself of the gauntlets and the curse it bears.
Letting him off the hook however, is the last thing on her mind. Instead of rewarding his efforts with freedom, she sets her mind upon the opposite - to keep him for herself at all costs. Standard techniques apply. In planning to inform him of her upgraded interest in him, and her desire to upgrade their relationship, (she has a plethora of "upgrades" to choose from; marriage is one of em) she's prepared to face every resistance that he's bound to offer to her desires. She has absolutely no plans of giving him up, regardless of the costs, and what actions she must take under whatever circumstances, to get him to yield to her desires.
A twist to this would have the entity's daughter being the one to express her interest in MC. The entity in this case, would of course, be unprepared to be turned down, or to sample the opinion of the man in question (MC). That it's daughter would be playing her part, wouldn't hurt as well.
Again, this flavor could still be merged with any central idea we conceive, or one or more of the ones I've outlined.
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ: Dark-Fantasy, Magic, Action, Adventure, Bonds: Spiritual/Magical, Demons, Combat, Violence, Possessiveness, Obsession, War, Lust, Romance, Dysfunctional relationships, Seduction, Dub-con, Hero/Villain tropes, Power-Struggles, Master/Slave dynamics.
"๐๐ต๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต......๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต......"
The dawn of intelligence and morality was also the dawn of the never ending battle between the concepts of "good" and "evil", in the minds of sentient beings. These concepts struggle for acceptance, expression, and dominance, in the minds of such beings. Faced with the constant choices between both prospects, the minds of the living, have been forced to dance through the process of filtering actions through the lenses of good and evil for a multitude of years.
Constant fluctuations abound.....varying with place, age, time and society. Different devices invented by societies, were directed at swinging popular opinion, towards one of the twins... but over the years, that tug-of-war has often resulted in damaging imbalances. "Saints"..... "Diabolics"; people who have decided to conform to one and only one of the twins, consequently twisting the moral fabric of nature itself. Their increasing numbers, cause untold convolutions and strains to the balance between the two......not anymore though, for the cosmic and earthly powers that be, have decided to restore the balance. To do that, they created the Sentinels.
The Sentinels would come to being for the very first time in history, and they would be two individuals who would be our main characters for this plot. Who are the Sentinels? They are mortally born individuals (two at any given time, of opposing gender) who would be the universal advocates for one of the two concepts of good and evil.
A Sentinel's role in life and basic function, is to propagate the concept that he/she has been assigned to. A Sentinel for good, would always uphold justice, and, fueled by the cosmic powers of the universe, would be uncontrollably driven to use his/her many gifts (active and passive) to spread it. A Sentinel for evil however, would be intoxicated by the mere thoughts of spreading chaos. He/she would appear to be the most decadent, rotten and corrupt individual on the planet. Such an individual would use their own gifts to raise carnage everywhere they appear, either actively or passively.
Now, like I said earlier, our primary characters would be the very first ones (except of course, you have an engaging twist and idea that would require otherwise).
1. Sentinels might grow up, even mature, without experiencing any symptoms whatsoever, of their uniqueness. However, on the outset of even the slightest imbalance between good and evil in the world on a large scale, the Sentinels' auras would be thoroughly activated.
2. The manner in which the cosmic powers set up the Sentinels' activation, are as follows; at the slightest dip in the strength of good relative to evil in the world on a large scale, the Sentinel for good would be activated to restore the balance, and vice versa.
3. The Sentinels are activated on the principle of the "all or nothing law". In other words, even the slightest trigger would stimulate a Sentinel to full potential. Consequently, they would "overreact" or "overbalance" in most cases. This would result in the activation of the other Sentinel, and inevitably, interactions between both Sentinels.
4. To balance the intense conflict in interests that exist between both Sentinels, the cosmic powers have engineered an unexplainable and potent force of attraction between the opposing Sentinels. Consequently, even if they fight regularly and viciously against each other (as they would inevitably do) the force of attraction between them would interfere in due time, and force them to "patch things up" at intervals.
The purpose of this from a cosmic viewpoint, is to preserve the attention span of the Sentinels, by preventing "deathly clashes" between them, or an all-consuming war that would completely engage their attention and energy, leaving none for their primary functions. Of course, cosmics and mortals are bound to see and reason things very differently!
It's a blank slate for us to fill. What Sentinel to play, their experience level with their "fates" and their own natural character that can even be the exact antithesis of the one adopted by their Sentinel persona. All these along with what active and passive abilities their Sentinel persona would possess.....for example, say, a Sentinel for good can make people happy and relaxed by actively focusing on them and the evil one can corrupt targets or depress them by doing the same. All that jazz, we can hash out in PM.
I do like the allure of the unknown though, so maybe the abilities could be left to develop and flesh out on the fly.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
The dawn of intelligence and morality was also the dawn of the never ending battle between the concepts of "good" and "evil", in the minds of sentient beings. These concepts struggle for acceptance, expression, and dominance, in the minds of such beings. Faced with the constant choices between both prospects, the minds of the living, have been forced to dance through the process of filtering actions through the lenses of good and evil for a multitude of years.
Constant fluctuations abound.....varying with place, age, time and society. Different devices invented by societies, were directed at swinging popular opinion, towards one of the twins... but over the years, that tug-of-war has often resulted in damaging imbalances. "Saints"..... "Diabolics"; people who have decided to conform to one and only one of the twins, consequently twisting the moral fabric of nature itself. Their increasing numbers, cause untold convolutions and strains to the balance between the two......not anymore though, for the cosmic and earthly powers that be, have decided to restore the balance. To do that, they created the Sentinels.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
The Sentinels would come to being for the very first time in history, and they would be two individuals who would be our main characters for this plot. Who are the Sentinels? They are mortally born individuals (two at any given time, of opposing gender) who would be the universal advocates for one of the two concepts of good and evil.
A Sentinel's role in life and basic function, is to propagate the concept that he/she has been assigned to. A Sentinel for good, would always uphold justice, and, fueled by the cosmic powers of the universe, would be uncontrollably driven to use his/her many gifts (active and passive) to spread it. A Sentinel for evil however, would be intoxicated by the mere thoughts of spreading chaos. He/she would appear to be the most decadent, rotten and corrupt individual on the planet. Such an individual would use their own gifts to raise carnage everywhere they appear, either actively or passively.
Now, like I said earlier, our primary characters would be the very first ones (except of course, you have an engaging twist and idea that would require otherwise).
๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
1. Sentinels might grow up, even mature, without experiencing any symptoms whatsoever, of their uniqueness. However, on the outset of even the slightest imbalance between good and evil in the world on a large scale, the Sentinels' auras would be thoroughly activated.
2. The manner in which the cosmic powers set up the Sentinels' activation, are as follows; at the slightest dip in the strength of good relative to evil in the world on a large scale, the Sentinel for good would be activated to restore the balance, and vice versa.
3. The Sentinels are activated on the principle of the "all or nothing law". In other words, even the slightest trigger would stimulate a Sentinel to full potential. Consequently, they would "overreact" or "overbalance" in most cases. This would result in the activation of the other Sentinel, and inevitably, interactions between both Sentinels.
4. To balance the intense conflict in interests that exist between both Sentinels, the cosmic powers have engineered an unexplainable and potent force of attraction between the opposing Sentinels. Consequently, even if they fight regularly and viciously against each other (as they would inevitably do) the force of attraction between them would interfere in due time, and force them to "patch things up" at intervals.
The purpose of this from a cosmic viewpoint, is to preserve the attention span of the Sentinels, by preventing "deathly clashes" between them, or an all-consuming war that would completely engage their attention and energy, leaving none for their primary functions. Of course, cosmics and mortals are bound to see and reason things very differently!
๐พ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐พ๐๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐จ
It's a blank slate for us to fill. What Sentinel to play, their experience level with their "fates" and their own natural character that can even be the exact antithesis of the one adopted by their Sentinel persona. All these along with what active and passive abilities their Sentinel persona would possess.....for example, say, a Sentinel for good can make people happy and relaxed by actively focusing on them and the evil one can corrupt targets or depress them by doing the same. All that jazz, we can hash out in PM.
I do like the allure of the unknown though, so maybe the abilities could be left to develop and flesh out on the fly.
๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ: Action, Adventure, Hero/Villian tropes, Corruption, Opposites Attract, Violence, Combat, Competition, Lust, Seduction, Dysfunctional relationships, Compulsive Impulses, Transformation, Duality, Complex Characters, Romance.
-------------------------------------
And...boom! That's all for now. Like what you saw? Want to contact me? Well go ahead and attack my PMs! Except of course, you're one of those "window-shoppers"....you know? One of those immature individuals that make it their hobby to waste the time of others. If so, you best hit the back button this instant! If not, feel free to crash into my PM.
One thing to note with me though, is that impression, effort and enthusiasm matter a lot to me. Making a good first impression is awesome, maintaining it is absolutely priceless. How do you maintain that good impression with moi? Easy, just lemme keep seeing the other two things I mentioned (effort and enthusiasm) and you'll be rewarded doubly, trust me! I'm a "drop your jaw for impressing me" kinda guy, just imagine what I'd do if ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ made ๐ฎ๐บ jaw drop!
Last edited: