06-25-2023, 07:58:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-30-2023, 17:31:39 PM by wingedcatgirl.)
tagpuan:// the reign of greed
(or: a urban fantasy cyberpunk RP)
episode 1: how the streets will glow
Under the light of the seven moons, the people gather around.
They gather around on precarious walkways, their heads up trying to breathe in fresher air. Little drones with the semblance of spirits in their eyes balance upon wires, as the street kids throw rocks at them, seeing who can knock them off. They've always said it was good luck, if you can reap one of their souls. Another life for you: something that they desperately needed in this city in a box.
It is a Saturday night, and they are looking for the stars through the neon. For some of you, the stars are all you've known before coming here. Many years ago, people called the stars pieces of the Creator, precious metals, a gold and silver and platinum body fragmented and set aflame by the skies and lands they created, ready to guide you through the universe they created if you look at them just right.
If they're right, you have no way of knowing. These days, people still try and look up to them, but the light of Mission LLC has long since outshined the light of gods.
You've made it to the city central, after all this time. Towers built upon towers loom above you. Cyborgs and mods and salarymen and scam artists and scrap metal and what remains of little gods make their home here tonight under the neon signs, luring you into buying something or another, broadcasting about some head-in-the-stars terror gang, offering a once-in-a-lifetime escape to work amongst the stars, to let Mission be your salvation, a ticket to a better life.
You have made it all the way here. And despite it all, you are alone, aren't you? The one-man show of your own story. But it won't be a one man show for long.
The multicolored rain is falling. It keeps on falling. It keeps on falling. It keeps on falling.
You are all amongst the crowd. And you sense something...familiar. A glow that feels like the world before Titania was Titania, before it had risen from the trenches and when magic still meant something in the hearts of people.
You find others like you, in the crowd. Other escaped elements. What shall you do?
(or: a urban fantasy cyberpunk RP)
episode 1: how the streets will glow
Under the light of the seven moons, the people gather around.
They gather around on precarious walkways, their heads up trying to breathe in fresher air. Little drones with the semblance of spirits in their eyes balance upon wires, as the street kids throw rocks at them, seeing who can knock them off. They've always said it was good luck, if you can reap one of their souls. Another life for you: something that they desperately needed in this city in a box.
It is a Saturday night, and they are looking for the stars through the neon. For some of you, the stars are all you've known before coming here. Many years ago, people called the stars pieces of the Creator, precious metals, a gold and silver and platinum body fragmented and set aflame by the skies and lands they created, ready to guide you through the universe they created if you look at them just right.
If they're right, you have no way of knowing. These days, people still try and look up to them, but the light of Mission LLC has long since outshined the light of gods.
You've made it to the city central, after all this time. Towers built upon towers loom above you. Cyborgs and mods and salarymen and scam artists and scrap metal and what remains of little gods make their home here tonight under the neon signs, luring you into buying something or another, broadcasting about some head-in-the-stars terror gang, offering a once-in-a-lifetime escape to work amongst the stars, to let Mission be your salvation, a ticket to a better life.
You have made it all the way here. And despite it all, you are alone, aren't you? The one-man show of your own story. But it won't be a one man show for long.
The multicolored rain is falling. It keeps on falling. It keeps on falling. It keeps on falling.
You are all amongst the crowd. And you sense something...familiar. A glow that feels like the world before Titania was Titania, before it had risen from the trenches and when magic still meant something in the hearts of people.
You find others like you, in the crowd. Other escaped elements. What shall you do?