- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy and SciFi are the two genres I most enjoy. I absolutely adore Dark Fantasy/Dark SciFi, and I quite enjoy RPs with at least a facet of comedy in them too.
OOC: OPEN SIGNUPS - Tower of Eternity - Signups and OOC
3 days since the EMP
The outskirts of Philadelphia were pandemonium. Abandoned and crashed cars blocked most of the streets, debris from the immediate effect of the EMP blast and from the chaos that had followed in its wake. Up close, the mysterious featureless spire dominated the area, seemingly looming over the sky itself.
In the town, people hurried about their business, as if spending one second longer than they needed to would end their life. Perhaps they were right. In many areas large groups of vandals roamed - some opportunistic, others more calculating and organised. The name 'Kings of Misrule' could be heard in many places - whispered in hushed tones as people hurried away from areas of vandalism, and chanted in triumph at the very centre of those areas. The central areas of Philadelphia were largely safe, thanks to the police presence, but they were outnumbered and awaiting reinforcement. The suburbs, with one exception, were left to their own devices.
That suburb was the one where the tower had appeared overnight. The National Guard had hastily deployed to keep people away from it, but some of those who had been faster than the Guard were missing, unaccounted for. For better or for worse, the tower had become a focal point and like most days a crowd was gathered at the edge of the cordon.
"My daughter went to the tower! Where is she? Why haven't you found her?"
"I bet this is some kind of government weapon test, isn't it? That's why you're so scared, because you don't want us to find out you attacked us!"
"Why are you standing here when people's homes are being burned?"
The crowd was scared and angry. It would take very little to tip them over the edge. The Guardsmen holding the cordon also looked tense - after all, they'd been stood there and subjected to this kind of abuse for the last two days. The whole situation was a powderkeg. From a few streets over cheering could be heard as a plume of smoke rose into the sky, a pale weedy imitation of the dark monolith that had sparked all of this.
3 days since the EMP
The outskirts of Philadelphia were pandemonium. Abandoned and crashed cars blocked most of the streets, debris from the immediate effect of the EMP blast and from the chaos that had followed in its wake. Up close, the mysterious featureless spire dominated the area, seemingly looming over the sky itself.
In the town, people hurried about their business, as if spending one second longer than they needed to would end their life. Perhaps they were right. In many areas large groups of vandals roamed - some opportunistic, others more calculating and organised. The name 'Kings of Misrule' could be heard in many places - whispered in hushed tones as people hurried away from areas of vandalism, and chanted in triumph at the very centre of those areas. The central areas of Philadelphia were largely safe, thanks to the police presence, but they were outnumbered and awaiting reinforcement. The suburbs, with one exception, were left to their own devices.
That suburb was the one where the tower had appeared overnight. The National Guard had hastily deployed to keep people away from it, but some of those who had been faster than the Guard were missing, unaccounted for. For better or for worse, the tower had become a focal point and like most days a crowd was gathered at the edge of the cordon.
"My daughter went to the tower! Where is she? Why haven't you found her?"
"I bet this is some kind of government weapon test, isn't it? That's why you're so scared, because you don't want us to find out you attacked us!"
"Why are you standing here when people's homes are being burned?"
The crowd was scared and angry. It would take very little to tip them over the edge. The Guardsmen holding the cordon also looked tense - after all, they'd been stood there and subjected to this kind of abuse for the last two days. The whole situation was a powderkeg. From a few streets over cheering could be heard as a plume of smoke rose into the sky, a pale weedy imitation of the dark monolith that had sparked all of this.