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- Looking for partners
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- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Afternoons/Evenings (UTC−06:00, DST UTC−05:00)
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- Adaptable
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- No Preferences
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- Sci-fi, High Fantasy, Horror, Modern, Urban Fantasy/Paranormal, Surrealism, Supernatural, Alternate History (the Alien Bats kind)
◳ R E V E N A N T ◰
Cover artwork by Leif Heanzo.
So, I had a whole fancy write up for this idea in my head, but I'm too tired and unmotivated to be bothered with all of that. Instead, I'll keep things simple...
The genre? Grimdark.
The aesthetics? Cyberpunk. Think along the lines of The Forever Winter mixed with a dash of Death Stranding and you'll see exactly what I mean.
The setting? Earth (and perhaps the surrounding planets such as Mars and the like if we want to bring an interstellar warfare angle into this). Specifically a dystopian, war-torn hellscape version of our planet in which the ruined husks of once prosperous and technologically advanced cities now loom silently in the barren, ash-strewn landscape. Once proud behemoths who have long since been reduced to gutted wrecks of their former selves.
The year? 2107. Technology has advanced beyond any prior generation's wildest expectations. Mechanized hulks lumber across windswept dunes–eradicating entire companies with a veritable arsenal of armaments–while teeming hordes of heavily augmented soldiers skitter about below in search of prey... their rivals in the endless cavalcade of violence and bloodshed that their new lives have become. Revenants, they are. The unrelenting corpse-warriors of the corporate gods who still rule this worthless waste of a world, who themselves still fight tooth and nail for every possible scrap of advantage they can find. It is among their ranks that you number, having been called back from the other side of death through the use of eldritch science and forced to fight in an endless corporate war – the reasons for which have long since been buried beneath a tidal wave of ceaseless carnage.
Whether or not you (or anyone for that matter) survive this conflict is irrelevant. Your masters care not for the expenditure of human life, for life is naught but a number to them. A statistical sacrifice laid bare for the amusement of mad gods in suits. And should you prove too useful an asset to lose, well...
They can always bring you back. Your body and soul may be mangled, but never beyond their means to repair.
Anyway, that's the idea. To summarize, you're a cybernetically augmented corpse raised from the dead to fight in the first and last ever corporate war. Earth is a post-apocalyptic, dystopian, cyberpunk hellscape, and hope for the future little more than a stillborn dream. You can try to resist the powers that be if you wish, though even if you succeed in taking down or shaking off the megacorps that control you not much good is likely to come of it. The world remains a ruin, after all, and humanity destined to die in violent obscurity – and that's assuming your mind remains intact after countless deaths. Make no mistake, this roleplay (if I do end up managing to get it started) would be a complete and utter tragedy. And unlike Warhammer 40k, there won't be a bunch of over the top elements to help lighten the mood. Everything's fucked and everyone's suffering. The real question you should be asking isn't how you're going to live to see another day. Rather, it's how you're going to die.
If you even can.
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