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Posted by SeedofEntropy, 4 days, 4 hours ago. Permalink

Hurricane Sadie Racks Florida: Tragedy at FantasticLand Theme Park

Last month, a hurricane more powerful than any in history fully broadsided the eastern coast of Florida. The effects of the hurricane, dubbed Hurricane Sadie, were felt along the totality of the Florida shoreline. The wind and subsequent flooding destroyed power grids, battered inland businesses, and left hundred of thousands homeless. Local authorities were instantly outmatched. The National Guard was dispatched but we’re in over their heads. The Red Cross could only help so much. Two weeks later, thousands of people had died, not of drowning or the direct effects of the storm, but of neglect, exposure, and a lack of fresh water. Some smaller communities were not contacted until almost a month after the storm, in most cases far too late to do any good. Before the FantasticLand story broke, the phrase "America's Shame" had been attached to the response effort and was gaining traction.

It was only when the situation came under a reasonable amount of control, and billions in federal government aid had been disbursed, that the story of FantasticLand hit with a crash that shattered all other news stories about the disaster. It sounded like an urban legend at first--far too "out there" to be real. Only after the ruins of the once mighty amusement park appear in online video footage did it become clear that the worst stories were true. Shockingly true, unbelievably true, but undeniable.

Of the 326 employees who stayed behind in the park, 207 were eventually evacuated. The fate of the 119 missing souls may never be known, but evidence of death and slaughter was immediately apparent. Photos soon emerged: heads on spikes outside of rides, corpses floating in detention cells, and viscera decaying in the humid Florida sun. FantasticLand, where "Fun Is Guaranteed!", was covered in blood. There were human bones littering the gift shops. It was all the country could talk about. The coverage crossed all media, breaking records for hits, views, likes, clicks, and shares.

The most indelible images, the one most of the public saw first, is among the most haunting photos of the past fifty years. Captured by photojournalist Ophir Bouhouche, the photo shows the seventy-five-foot-tall FantasticLand logo, a bright red Exclamation Point at the center of the 2,200-acre amusement park, shattered into thousands of jagged pieces on the ground. In its place, a crude yardarm stretches between support towers that once held the Exclamation Point in place. Hanging from the plank are five bodies, strung by their necks. Two nooses are empty, the bodies visible on the ground. One has simply fallen. The other has been decapitated. Behind the bodies, a sign boasts in bright red letters, FUN IS GUARANTEED!

Reinforcements were called immediately. By the time employees broke their silence and began telling their stories, the media were scrambling and desperate to get on the scene. Unfortunately for FantasticFun Inc., the legal owner of the park, an uploaded video showed National Guard troops entering the park the very day a press conference downplaying the carnage was held. The footage aired side by side on most networks. Details began to emerge, bringing with them a flood of unanswerable, terrible questions.

How could a group of survivors, mostly children, commit such terrible acts? How could survivors with the best possible circumstances in which to weather the storm and its aftermath produce the worst possible result? What does this say about our children? Ourselves? Is every American teenager just a few short steps away from bloodthirsty savagery? How do we prevent this in the future? Was an American institution that had provided joy to children since the 1970s fatally harmed by this incident, or is redemption possible?"

 

This event was even more remarkable by the fact that there was no warning about this hurricane. Like many other weather Phenomenon in the news lately, This storm appeared over night, Right off the coast. Nothing like this has happened in recorded history. 

Posted by SeedofEntropy, 1 year, 4 months ago. Permalink

RIFTS!!!

Texarkana within Pilos, Maelstrom, and ****** now have portals ripped into Texarkana Texas. 

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1 year, 2 months ago: Grace Cyanide wrote a Downtime Journal for Veterans Day

The Other Side

The hat guy was supposed to put me close to where I needed to go for the next Seal... Not like the animal, like the biblical seven seals, that's what the Breaker said, that he's the first out of the box, and I'm glad that I know that there's only six left if he was telling the truth but apparently everyone's lying to me because hat guy didn't put me where he said he would either. He put me in the middle of  Colarado in a cemetery called Lee Cemetery where there were a bunch of graves of pioneers. Hope didn't have any idea where we were and was all quiet cause maybe she didn't know what to say about all the other dead people and the ghosts we met that weren't like Obedience or The Breaker, just more like the memory kind of ghosts, like they were doing things over and over again, walking and playing along the trail and we walked it forever and the sun never came up and it was all the kids that died on that trail and some of the adults. They didn't notice me and I guess I didn't want their attention for awhile. I could just walk and watch the stars move really slowly while more and more... I guess I'd call them shades, more and more shades joined us. Nobody bothered me and I don't think that if anyone saw us they'd actually see us. Especially in my burqa in the dark, but I took that off for awhile until I got nervous. 

 

Eventually we got to this big river and it made sense why there were shades with unfinished business in the first place: they couldn't cross it. Or I guess that's why most of them were there, I couldn't ask. I had to actually try by then. Sally didn't have anything to ask and I did find some tools but digging a bunch of random holes wasn't gonna be a good idea and probably wouldn't get me anywhere. But I could come back and work on it eventually, so it's good I'm writing it down. Obedience couldn't touch them and it seemed like they couldn't hear either of us very well, like we were calling at them from way across a field. The gauntlet definitely worked, but they did what I was worried about and just started reaching and crowding and not actually paying attention so I had to go up and across the big river and leave them. I think they forgot really quickly.

 

I went back to a farmhouse that I'd seen in the distance awhile ago and they have lights and wifi I guess and a dog that barked at me and power lines, so I took an old bike that had rust and spiderwebs and I've been following the power lines. I can't tell if it's lights or still stars in the distance but I think it's people lights, I just need to stop for a minute until my legs stop hurting.

 

(-A winding river curls through the paragraphs and margins of this page, scattered with dismembered hands and cow faces.-)

2 years, 1 month ago: Angelo wrote a Downtime Journal for Mall Rats 2: The great outdoors

Further Training

After my encounter in that 'forest' or whatever it was in the end, against the tree, I found myself powerless, incapable of doing anything to aid the others in combating it. Whatever could be the reason, I knew in myself, I needed to better my own capabilities in order to never be met with such a situation again. And so I set out and took to training with many tools, knives, swords, axes, guns, guns and more guns. It all seemed to be the same until I placed my hand on an innocent looking bow. The ink spread from the tips of fingers onto it. The ink spread and enveloped it entirely. As I began to use that bow, firing an arrow, I could see an immediate change.

As I drew back the arrow, it too started to be covered in ink, transforming into a dark, black shade. When I released it, the arrow moved with speed and intensity I could never produce before, as it cut through the air and finally hit the target head on....And just as it did, it started to fade, a transient bringer of the end, disappearing in the starless night, just as soon as it had done its work. Simple and effecient.

I could see now that the Bow was my call to arms. And what a better weapon for an assassin to use? The bow and the arrows it fired seemed to be imbued with ink that could allow me perfect shots no matter what the conditions, be it rain, untoward terrain, nothing seemed to be capable of throwing me off my aim. And with it, I'm sure, my fate will be secure.

2 years, 6 months ago: Emrick wrote a Downtime Journal for Mall Rats 2: The great outdoors

Notes on the Process

I cannot decide if I would prefer my bones and muscles remain light as they were, or adapt to my new body… my pride tells me the former is the truer path, but the latter certainly helps with all of the new bruises.

 

I suppose I have no choice in the matter either way. I don’t understand yet what decides when I… adapt… or advance. Advancement came, among bruises and abrasions that nevertheless taught me about my composition in a way I was unable to study before. I asked my brothers and sisters, pleaded pathetically with them to tell me how I can regain myself, and finally when I did beg they told me to learn like they did- jump, and jump, and jump until you fly.

 

I felt like a fool, but what else could I do? An unconventional path? Undoubtedly. I know no one else who jumps off rocks and screes as I did, tumbling through the grass… until finally, it clicked. I’m ashamed to admit the breaking point was hearing laughter in the distance, I’m not even entirely sure on human or corvid, but it enraged me as I climbed up the cliff and I felt I would do anything to fly again.

 

And it pulled from me like fishhooks on my essence. Stretching my soul out like a rubber band, if only for a moment, back into the shape it remembers… I could soar before it snapped back, but I could soar.

 

I did it again, and again, until I was exhausted. And then I brought a mirror out to see what it looked like when I did, picking up bandages along the way. It looks just as it felt. My core came out, flickering but living and there, and as I climbed the hill to see it again… I pushed myself too far. I woke up when the beetles came out to harass me.

 

  • Advancement came on hardship
  • Necessary to beg
  • Desperation unlocks power?
  • Soul is still flickering
  • Know my limits
2 years, 8 months ago: Abigail wrote a Downtime Journal for Mall Rats 2: The great outdoors

hunky dorry

So i got some sleep and am still trying to deside weather what i expericanced is a dream or a drug induced hallusination.  But if eather of those are true, why am I missing Ammo and an aid kit? guess i could have dropped it somewhere.

Havent heard much from Jon.  he has been gone for a few months now and should have been back by now.  I wonder what those 2 other men wanted and why they wouldnt look me in the eye..,anyway im sure he is fine as always but i miss him.  He's way to young to have a daughter my age but he's the only one i know.  Dont know why he took me in or why he left...guess it wasnt my buisness.

Jon taught me to hunt and gather and protect myself.  he seems to know everything about me and i know so little about him.  what does he do when he leaves the cabin?  why wont he tell me where he was when he comes back?

Anyway, not sure if there is much left to do but ponder and practice.

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1 year, 5 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran Anti Terrorism
1 year, 5 months ago: RavenDelarose ran Cubed root
1 year, 5 months ago: RavenDelarose ran Demons don't dream
1 year, 5 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran Mall Rats
1 year, 5 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran The Trolley Problem
1 year, 5 months ago: DanielJickobie ran The Game of Life
1 year, 5 months ago: ShadowsoftheNight ran Watch Tower
1 year, 6 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran Sanctuary State
1 year, 6 months ago: ShadowsoftheNight ran Wight Run
1 year, 6 months ago: ShadowsoftheNight ran The Hole
1 year, 6 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran Zombie Run!
1 year, 6 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran Home away from Home
1 year, 6 months ago: DanielJickobie ran Beware the Assassin!
1 year, 6 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran Home away from Home
2 years, 1 month ago: SeedofEntropy ran For the Dogs
2 years, 2 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran The Snow Wight Express
2 years, 4 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran Veterans Day
2 years, 4 months ago: RavenDelarose ran Tremors
2 years, 4 months ago: RavenDelarose ran Alien's Undying.
2 years, 4 months ago: RavenDelarose ran Death in Luxor
2 years, 6 months ago: RavenDelarose ran Finger Biters
2 years, 6 months ago: Master_Psyterra ran The Unsealed Room
2 years, 6 months ago: RavenDelarose ran Fall of Thomas Fell
2 years, 7 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran Home away from Home
2 years, 7 months ago: SeedofEntropy ran For the Dogs
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Much like our own basic mundane life, with one exception. a shadowy organization has made advances beyond what we know today. Nothing is known of this group, or what they have accomplished, both good and ill.

Supernaturals Do Exist, but are mostly hidden, both out of fear of discovery, or because they have been captured or killed by this secret government.

Many things are slowly progressing the world into an untimely end, and depending on the actions (or inactions) of the chosen few, there may not be a tomorrow to look forward to.

House Rules

Contractors from The Void Are NOT portable, and may NOT visit other Playgroups to participate in Contracts.
The Void grants 6 Experience points to GMs who achieve the Golden Ratio.

A full Write up in progress

Full Setting Description

The pictures of Nessy, the rumors of the Jersy Devil, and Sightings of big foot are all true, But just like in our world, these "Mythical" Cryptids stay hidden. the vast majority of humanity shrugs them off as myths. Corporate tycoons and Governments are the real monsters!

The contractors are Chosen as potential pawns in the guiding of the end times. Whether they know the end is near or not is irrelevant. They may believe they can stop it from coming they may believe it is inevitable and are simply trying to soften the blow. They may be trying to end it themselves. 

 

Known Organizations that have impact and can be used in character creation Beyond what is in out real life world.

 

the Laxentry Foundation: a corporation that seems to have bottomless pockets, and a need to have their fingers in everything. From cloning, to computers. From burrowing into the center of the earth, to C.E.R.N. research into ripping holes into other dimensions. In almost any form of research, you will see the (L) brand as a sponsor. 

 

Eden Reseach: An environmental research group looking into ways to right the corruption humans have spread upon the earth, as well as developing cures for diseases and natural remedies in attempt to retake the market from Pharmaceuticals. 

 

World Events

Posted by SeedofEntropy, 4 days, 4 hours ago. Permalink

Hurricane Sadie Racks Florida: Tragedy at FantasticLand Theme Park

Last month, a hurricane more powerful than any in history fully broadsided the eastern coast of Florida. The effects of the hurricane, dubbed Hurricane Sadie, were felt along the totality of the Florida shoreline. The wind and subsequent flooding destroyed power grids, battered inland businesses, and left hundred of thousands homeless. Local authorities were instantly outmatched. The National Guard was dispatched but we’re in over their heads. The Red Cross could only help so much. Two weeks later, thousands of people had died, not of drowning or the direct effects of the storm, but of neglect, exposure, and a lack of fresh water. Some smaller communities were not contacted until almost a month after the storm, in most cases far too late to do any good. Before the FantasticLand story broke, the phrase "America's Shame" had been attached to the response effort and was gaining traction.

It was only when the situation came under a reasonable amount of control, and billions in federal government aid had been disbursed, that the story of FantasticLand hit with a crash that shattered all other news stories about the disaster. It sounded like an urban legend at first--far too "out there" to be real. Only after the ruins of the once mighty amusement park appear in online video footage did it become clear that the worst stories were true. Shockingly true, unbelievably true, but undeniable.

Of the 326 employees who stayed behind in the park, 207 were eventually evacuated. The fate of the 119 missing souls may never be known, but evidence of death and slaughter was immediately apparent. Photos soon emerged: heads on spikes outside of rides, corpses floating in detention cells, and viscera decaying in the humid Florida sun. FantasticLand, where "Fun Is Guaranteed!", was covered in blood. There were human bones littering the gift shops. It was all the country could talk about. The coverage crossed all media, breaking records for hits, views, likes, clicks, and shares.

The most indelible images, the one most of the public saw first, is among the most haunting photos of the past fifty years. Captured by photojournalist Ophir Bouhouche, the photo shows the seventy-five-foot-tall FantasticLand logo, a bright red Exclamation Point at the center of the 2,200-acre amusement park, shattered into thousands of jagged pieces on the ground. In its place, a crude yardarm stretches between support towers that once held the Exclamation Point in place. Hanging from the plank are five bodies, strung by their necks. Two nooses are empty, the bodies visible on the ground. One has simply fallen. The other has been decapitated. Behind the bodies, a sign boasts in bright red letters, FUN IS GUARANTEED!

Reinforcements were called immediately. By the time employees broke their silence and began telling their stories, the media were scrambling and desperate to get on the scene. Unfortunately for FantasticFun Inc., the legal owner of the park, an uploaded video showed National Guard troops entering the park the very day a press conference downplaying the carnage was held. The footage aired side by side on most networks. Details began to emerge, bringing with them a flood of unanswerable, terrible questions.

How could a group of survivors, mostly children, commit such terrible acts? How could survivors with the best possible circumstances in which to weather the storm and its aftermath produce the worst possible result? What does this say about our children? Ourselves? Is every American teenager just a few short steps away from bloodthirsty savagery? How do we prevent this in the future? Was an American institution that had provided joy to children since the 1970s fatally harmed by this incident, or is redemption possible?"

 

This event was even more remarkable by the fact that there was no warning about this hurricane. Like many other weather Phenomenon in the news lately, This storm appeared over night, Right off the coast. Nothing like this has happened in recorded history. 

Posted by SeedofEntropy, 1 year, 4 months ago. Permalink

RIFTS!!!

Texarkana within Pilos, Maelstrom, and ****** now have portals ripped into Texarkana Texas. 

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