A Darkness That Lingers

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    Have you ever wandered if everything you do is just a simple dream, one that you cannot wake up from?

    Have you ever thought what would happen if you were to wake up from that dream, just to be placed in yet another one?



    Butterfly Journel Entry One:

    You wont beleive me, but im here to convince you. Even if your still unsure in the end, I wish for you to follow my instructions to the end.
    I may be nothing but words on a page, a stranger whom you do not know, but if by the end of this entry you trust me, then take that as a sign that I am not a tricktster.

    On April 21st 2012 the world went into shock, a terrorist attack on the president left the world wandering, and each day, minute, even second, became a warzone filled memory. Bombs were dropped on every other nation, and in turn, we had bombs dropped onto us. Terrorist attacks left and right, until we were forced under ground to hide from the pain and suffering that was happening above ground.

    Factions were created, and the underground housing began to expand, until most of the world population could fit underneath the world. With this came the depression, without sunlight, hope, or a way to keep ourselved fed we were unable to do more then fade away into non existence.

    Only the people who lived withen the four factions kept their hope, because they had found away to keep fed, and bring sunlight under ground using artificial lighting.

    Not just anybody was alloud to join a faction, you had to fit the criteria of atleast one of the four.

    Each week they did tests on the common folk, seeing if any new recruits can be made, but as the weeks went by everyone began to die off. Without being in a faction we starved to death, our skin becoming a sickly white color from lack of sunlight, and our eyes hollowing out.

    If you died underground nobody cared, you just stay where you died and let the worms and maggots eat away at your rotting flesh. Today, is one of the final tests. There are less then four hundred people left alive outside of the four factions. Maybe..Just maybe I can find a way into one of them.

    **~**


    So here is the idea, Butterfly is one of the members of Faction Crisis, a scientific devision who are intent on finding a way to save the humans. You are a human, who has been asleep for thousands of years, in wich time you are stuck in a simulation dream word that gets you ready for everything about the future. But before the last of the dream could be programmed the scientists began to mysteriously die, and the dream simulation was never finished, leading only up to year 2005. Many years before the Nuclear war started.


    Butterfly, being the last member of the Crisis team, wrote a journal, above is one of the first entries made by her. After the dream simulation mysteriously ended and the humans who were stuck frozen in time suddenly wake up, they are unprepared for what they find. The diminished skeletons of all the worlds population spread out around them. Whatever the reason you probably think you are dreaming, finding this hard to imagine.

    But for whatever the reason you find a torn and frayed book, one of the few copies of Butterfly's journal. You begin to read it, and after a few pages, you realize what you must do.


    **~** One leader will be assigned for each faction, each faction leader will find one of the four copies of Butterfly's journal, and follow the instructions given in it. There can be four people to a team excluding the leader. Though this will be changed if everything gets filled up. I will not be fully directly in this roleplay, I will be controlling Butterfly's journal and one character. The beggining will start right after the first Journal Entry above, if your a leader you will post according to the Journal entry, if you are not then post however you wish.

    **~** Factions: Each faction is made up by a person specific to that level of smarts, bravery, ect ect ect. The founders of the Factions have named the factions after themselves.

    Crisis: Made up of the scientists who wished to have the humans someday be able to go back to the surface. Unfortunantly, they were wiped out by the Trickster faction. This faction required that specific person to be able to solve extremely complicated math problems, along with computer programming, and other things that would be needed. That person also had to have a basic knowladge of earths technoloy before the worlds end. This Faction was founded by Crisalis Cristen.

    Trickster: Not an official Faction, but after some time of annoying the other Factions was made into an official one, though very reluctantly. Trickster was made up of those few smart commoners who were able to rig bombs, and set traps. They were the last known survivors, and to join you would need basic knowladge of traps, bombs, and weaponry. Trickster was founded by Tobias Trickman. He was very reluctant to have the Crisis Faction seal his people in the dream simulator, but thought it best.

    Perilous: Made up of the soldiars who still beleived that they could fight back. Once the factions began to die off they went to Crisis, and asked them to seal their children in ice, and put them in the dream simulator like everyone else. To be a part of Perilous you must be strong, able to fight, and a true soldiar. These were mostly Military people and their children. It was founded by Pam Perisse.

    Love: One of the few simple Factions that lived as long as Trickster. Love was intent on finding peace, and finding a way above ground so that they could make peace with every nation. The other Factions never took Love very seriously, thus why they rose above and found a way above ground. Too bad most of them died and the rest of them opted for the dream simulation. There really was no criteria for love, only the need and want to have peace on earth. Oh yeah, and the intense smarts needed to figure out where the entrance to the underground world was. Love was founded by Trace Love.


    **~** Faction Teams: (You can create Alliances with each other, or rivals, but in the beggining they all work together to get out of the underground system using Butterflys Journal)


    **~**
    Crisis:

    Leader-Chess (Played by Daniel Moonlight)
    Second in command-open
    member-
    member-

    Trickster:

    Leader- Echo (Played by me)
    Second in command-open
    member-open
    member-open


    Perilous:

    Leader-open
    Second in command-open
    Member-open
    member-open


    Love:

    Leader-open
    second in command-open
    member-open
    member-open
    **~**

    Character sheet
    Name: (The names are different then what you think, such as names can be thing like: Blue, Red, Dark, or things like River, Rain, Shadow. Simplified things got it?)
    Age: (13-25)
    Gender:
    Apperance: (Picture, description, ect ect, they are normal humans...)
    Personality: (Must corrospond with faction)
    History: (inside the dream not outside)
    Weapons: (Simple things, knives, guns, wooden sticks!)
    Faction:
    Rank:
    Familiar: (Only leaders get Familiars, they are robotic animals engineered to assist them)
    Other:

    ~***~

    (once you join, post according to journal entry one. If your not a leader post whatever you wish. The second entry will be posted as this progresses.)

    ~***~


    Name: Echo
    Age: 24
    Gender: Female
    Apperance:
    Personality: Smart, yet silent and cold. She Doesn't talk a lot, and is often emotionless. But she is a strong leader, and can attack easily.
    History: In the simulation she was as she is now, only she had a family, went to school, trained, and was very adventurous. Also she was very skilled in parkour.
    Weapons: Two guns. and a blade that is hidden in her sleeve.
    Faction: Trickster
    Rank: Leader
    Familiar: R-X2000 more commonly known as Zero.
    Other: None.
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    Name: Chess
    Age: 17
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&se...Anime#/d4937er
    Personality: Serious and brilliant give him any hard question and he can answer it in a millisecond. Hardly ever smiles, never go near when angry. You could almost never see him in another emotion.
    History: The most intelligent, most brilliant, the youngest scientist in the whole world. Creator of the CX300,fastest vehicle around. Born in Chicago, built a solar panel in 5th grade for a science project. His mother and father left him after he was born.
    Weapons: Mostly builds stuff from scratch but keeps a handy pistol and self made poison knives.
    Faction: Crisis
    Rank: Leader
    Familiar: http://browse.deviantart.com/qh=&sec...nimals#/dlkgrd (Spider Robot finished product, he uses much smaller than these about the size of a cat)
    Other: Best chess player in the world
    Last edited by Daniel Moonlight; 09-22-2011 at 08:42 AM.
    The SADDEST people, seems to be the NICEST. Because they wouldn't want to mess anyone's MOOD. But you never know what SECRETS hide behind that nice SMILE. If you would look into their eyes, you would see DESPAIR and HOPELESSNESS. Could it have been a BROKEN HEART? Can it be something YOU have done? In every smile you would see a hint of a FROWN.

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    Accepted. I will add you to the list imediatly.

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    Please give me some scope of the gameplay. Thanks.

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