Okay, Changed mah' Mind ||Couple Ideas for New RP||
 

Okay, so I decided to edit because I have quite a few ideas that are bouncing back and forth in mah' mind. So, here are the entry stories for each:

Little Piece of Heaven: The RedRum Society// Adv. Lit Sci-Fi||Horror


Case File # 2976
Diary Entry of: Unknown Civilian.

It was kind of ironic. I mean, everyone on earth knew
they were screwing the planet in its ass since, well,
since forever. I mean, you have the hippies... tree
hugging ass holes trying to get you to buy those special
shopping bags instead of plastic bags. The bottle
companies planted a tree for every bottle recycled.
Hell, Disney promised to plant a tree for every ticket
sold on opening day of one of their fancy animal movies,
with elephants, you might remember. Who really does
these days? I just remember, all the efforts eventually
proved a waste of precious time the human race never
really had to begin with.

The history time line places the end of natural
resources in the years between 2216-2258. I think
that's what the government wants you to believe,
as they enjoyed their fancy, roasted ducks.
Some even believe running out of food was the best
thing that ever happened to earth. The United Nations
actually proved useful, as countries that had once
been at war, signed treaties. The Jewish were pardoned
by Palestine, U.S pardoned all countries from all war time debts
becoming close friends with Iraq. Can you believe those assholes
actually decided that cloning was the, "new frontier?"
After all those years of banning the studies....

The first herd of cows is successfully cloned, and soon
after other useful things, like vegetation, more exotic
animals. Earth would resume as it once had. Three billion
dollars of U.N money was spent on filtration systems in
the salt oceans in major sea ports. Fresh water was bottled
and sent to countries that were in dire need. Pretty sweet
what technology can do for us now a days right?

Then it happened. The worst of the worst. These cloned
animals, just, died. All of them, even as quickly as the
embryonic stage. Nothing was surviving after DNA began
to deteriorate after prolonged exposure to the cleansing
process. War broke out. Years of working together ended
in a single moment, escalating into a race to see who
could blow up who with the biggest bombs. Before they
could set off, twelve of the world's most genius scientists
came up with a plan. "The Heaven Project."

What's so heavenly about it? Damn plates float in mid
air, like hover crafts! Floating in the part of Earth's
atmosphere that was still breathable. Like with every
heaven, there is always a hell. After the Plate's creation,
there was a cleaning processes. Anyone with any kind
of defect, flat feet, asthma, cancer, aids, all of them, left
to rot along with the planet. Some plan, right?

It's been fifty years, since the Plate's reached proper orbit.
Earth is trying to resume life, as most want to survive, not
just give up and die. Four major colonies, named after their
creation order, Alpha, Omega, Trios, Tryx, were created.
Of the five thousand people, me included, a group called,
"The RedRum Society," formulated a plan of action, making
earth more livable for those still bound to its dieing face.

Maybe one day they will come back to us... there is always
hope. As for God? No. There is no God. She died the moment
we hammered the last nail into her coffin. Now there is just
men...

And their ugly faces...

Crooked Wings// Lit., Fantasy||Action

It was once said, "Thus that which is the most awful of evils, death, is nothing to us, since when we exist there is no death, and when there is death we do not exist."

It was said once...


Once...


But no longer...

Long before the dawning of all matter on earth, the great Gods in the heavens longed for a world. Not for the purpose of creation--to boast whose imaginations were brightest, but for sheer entertainment. Together they molded, they formed, they derived, and finally we were created. Our bodies so easily broken, and our minds so easily manipulated.

We are God's little jokes...

But jokes are only entertaining for so long, and the God's grew bored of our peaceful and industrious natures. Zanatos, the God of Tears, designed his first and only creation, Pandora, a human-like Demi-God who set down to earth, a plain wooden box in hand. The God's did not know what was inside, but ordered her not to open it. Live her life, but do not open a gift from the God's.

We are God's little jokes... again...

The desire to know what was inside was unbearable, and whilest Pandora was traveling to find food for her family, the town's people invaded her home, and broke open the box. A fate the God's did not see happening--and yet, knew all along. Dark mists arose--laughing-- though no shape appeared, nor mortal flesh to create such sounds.

And it began..

The greatest Genocidal war the world had ever seen. Humanity slaughtered underneath a force they could not fight, nor touch, nor see. Before death arrived, the humans could see a black form, dark, with skeletal type wings outstretched, which gave it the name: "Evil Angel." And then, nothing.... The creature brought along with it disease, destruction, chaos and tragedy in measures unfortold. Beyond anything the God's could do themselves.

Pandora was summoned, blammed for the occurance, and forced to take up arms, in one of the most deadliest battle known in history. Pandora and the creature fought for an entire year, humanity watching, as they never tired, striking one another with powerful attacks. In the end, Pandora delivered the final blow, stabbing the creature directly through it's source of life. The creature did not die so easily, driving it's own sword through the young Demi-God's heart, and sending both of them to the spectral plane. The final resting place of lost souls.

The creature was bound, physically, to an alter carved from human flesh and bone. Though moving, able to see, think and speak, the creature was subdued and forced to stay bound for all eternity.

How long is an eternity?

Pandora's last gift to the well being of humanity was to sacrifice her heart into what was named: "The Life Stone." A crystal, eye shaped stone that would warn the God's in heaven, and the humans on earth, that the creature had finally escaped. Of course, the creature could not wedge it's way onto the material plane once released, it would take time, and someone would have to accept the responsibility of forcing the creature back...

We are God's little jokes, and yet--we must save their world....

Eight selected human beings were symbiotically bound to the stone. Every life time, those beings would be reincarnated and forced to live out new lives, and yet, their souls stayed perfectly the same.

Our souls...

When the life stone activated, it rose from it's place of hiding, and forced it's mystical powers to rematerialize on earth, striking down the chosen humans till their material bodies disintegrated, and only their souls remained. Pandora had the stone equipped with ready made weapons and magic that would help fight against the creature.

Now. The only thing that stands between the destruction of earth and it's safety. Is eight human bodies. Eight creations. Eight Souls. Eight tiny fragments of sheer entertainment.

Who says death nirvanas our existence....