VyxIsSane
Moon
- Joined
- Oct 13, 2024
- Location
- The Sunken Place
"Time?... Has time, in a sense; escaped you? Such an abstract concept, would you not agree? I must apologize, it was never my intention to cause undue alarm, but the matter of your continued existence required dire attention. I did not expect a being of your... limitations, to be wandering the cosmos alone... "
"I must admit, I have a fascination for those who adapt and survive against all odds. For a few other reasons, my employers and I have argued to preserve you for a time... Ordinarily I wouldn't contemplate interfering, but these are extra-ordinary times. I trust this will all make sense to you in the course of... well... I'm really not at liberty to say..."
"Wake up, doctor. Wake up and... smell the ashes..."
Humanity is under the oppressive rule of an advanced race known as The Combine that have subjugated humanity. They have erected massive towers in certain cities to remind humanity of its omnipresence. In fact most of their rule are administered by converted populous, ether through volunteering or forced socialization. How they came to arrive on earth, no one knows. Who our new leaders are, no one knows. The only face that the people associate with their new rulers are the enforcers of the Civil Protection and The Driver, for who we hear messages from the Combine.
But as always in any society there are the have's and have nots. The poor of ill health and 'useless' skills find themselves surviving in the lower levels of the city, targets of the brutal nature of the Civil Protection and watched closely by the The Drivers eyes. Towering bots that see all and stop for no one in their way. Those of the upper levels, more complacent to the Combine and have more access to the benefits of society. The obvious entertainments of the flesh, drink and many more.
The top level itself is of one that is not spoken of, for it is not known of anyone who has come from there down to lower levels. Who of humanity that gained such favour to be so near to the combine is unknown.
However in the dreary and bleak reality there are those who stand against this rule. Who since the combine arrived have survived in the abandoned underwound levels of the city. The resistance. Where there exact location is and who leads them is a top priority of the Civil Protection. The last fighters of humanity.
Now how do YOU fit in this new world? For you are not from here, you are but a mere scientist who volunteered for the newly built chamber Instance. Why did you volunteer? Why are you here?
Great answers to great questions that we may seek to try and find out.
This is a plot that I've been wanting to play out for a long time and I'm hoping to kick start it here. I'm looking for someone who's interested in a long term story where we discover what this new world has to offer together. Whilst I'm wanting for a detailed and interesting story I also want to put value on the relationship that our characters develop through it. I enjoy intimacy grown over time with characters whether its an instant attraction or slow burn.
If this interests you, what I expect from your message is some description of your character and why they volunteered for Project Instance. What's their role within the lab and relationships with their colleagues. I know its weird but it'll make sense I promise.
What I also expect is quality writing. I haven't reached 1k per post myself and don't plant to but for this I want a minimum of 2 paragraphs but more is very much welcome! I want to know your characters thoughts and feelings, their motivations. I don't expect daily posts, but at least 2 a week to keep me interested. Let me know in advance if you can if you need a break from this or if you're getting bored I'll totally understand. However, I want bump you constantly if there is radio silence. If a month goes by without an update I'll probably just end it. Been burned too much before.
Hopefully I haven't scared you off but I promise I'm really chill and open to ideas.
This plot is just near and dear to me.