Once upon a time, our world was, in a word, mundane. Normal people lived normal lives with routine jobs, in average houses with average worries. Nobody would have suspected that, one day, the "mundane" they where accustomed to would become mythic, let alone the mythic mundane. It happened slowly, strange things hinting at what the future held. A clay statue came to life in Jerusalem, a live Sasquatch was captured in Idaho, Bloody Marry ruined sleepovers throughout the planet....certainly odd occurrences, but few where injured. If anything, most people felt it was a welcome break from the mundane, with news coverage of the phenomena breaking records over the world even as more and more are discovered. Headlines once fit for only the National Enquirer where found on every paper on the planet. Far, far too quickly these headlines started including body counts. Zombie hordes assaulting New York City, Werewolves tearing apart subway stations in Japan, Vampires feeding on Moscow, a dragon appearing in the skies of Lebanon...hundreds of thousands of lives where snuffed out over the world before anyone knew what had happened. The Governments of the earth quickly banned together to face the greatest threat the world has ever seen, creating a massive Organization dedicated to stomping out threats to Humanity by any means necessary. For a time, their efforts where successful. For the most part, the mundane world was saved. The headlines where still just myths and legends, the stories where no more real than before, at least to most civilians. Larger and larger threats appeared daily, Leviathan's bursting from the ocean to face battleships and jets, Dragons with the heads of deer and tails of snakes facing specialized tanks in China, necromancers facing infantry squads in America...for a time, it appeared that Humanity had all but won. The Organization was a success by almost any measure, using a combination of high-tech weaponry, "friendlier" or easier to control magic and myths, and good-old-fashioned human skill and intelligence, they received comparatively few loses. Still, casualties rolled in like any war (often quickly replaced by the inflow of volunteers from all across the planet), and it wasn't without loss. Chicago was said to be lost to The King In Yellow in what was a massive confrontation against Lovecraftian beasts, marked as the greatest failure of the organization. In the end, the Last Hope for Humanity against the mythic was taken down by something comparatively mundane: betrayal. A high ranking member of the organization was corrupted by some form of Dark Magic, unbeknownst to any but himself. He used his knowledge of the organization to assassinate high-ranking members, and his knowledge of magic to assume their identities. Slowly, this man put himself in better and better positions, until the entire Organization was wrapped around his finger. On another average day, he finally got the order from whatever Dark-Master he served: Destroy them. What happened next is lost to history, aside from its effect. The Organization was lost, torn apart in a single day. The militaries of the world had been putting much of their budget and manpower toward the Operation, without it many where crippled and almost completely without knowledge of their opponents. They fought their hardest, getting pushed back more and more every day. It was only a matter of time before they lost, before Human Civilization lost. The Apocalypse had come to planet Earth, despite all the effort put into fighting it.
But Humanity itself isn't done fighting, not by a long shot. We still exist, hiding away in lonely bunkers, walled towns, deep caves, ruined cities. The Towering Skyscrapers of the past are as mythic to us as the Tower of Babylon was to them, and our numbers have taken a massive hit, but they aren't zero yet. This is the world I live in, a world where any and all myths are true. A world where you must check a pool of water for waiting tentacles before taking a drink. A world where Bulls of Heaven can be a meal for the strong, or make a meal of the weak. A world where 'fighting for humanity' means 'surviving another day'. I think that is enough for 'how we got here'. The important part is 'Where are we going', after all.
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Hia! Stirk Again! I wanted to run something, but don't have *a lot* of time to spend on it. So I thought I would try an SG again! I like the "Myth and Guns" kinda setting, and have done it multiple times before. The main setting is heavily based of of my "Operation Archangel" game, set in an "After-The-End" sort of thing. Think of it like a zombie game, only instead of *just* zombies, the world is filled with all sorts of legends and myths from all over the world. Some friendly, or at least useful, most not. If there are any questions, I'll be sure to answer them.
So lets get Mr/Ms Protagonist created, shall we? Character creation will take the form of several open ended questions. When you answer, please remove any of my (parenthesized things), as they are mostly to explain what the answer does or give suggestions. Lets start!
How long has it been sense the Apocalypse? (0+ years, of course. Smaller numbers mean more "pockets" of civilization exist, higher numbers mean more has been rebuilt and people are generally more "used-to" life outside global civilization. If the number is small enough, we probably lived through it, possibly with pre-Appocolipse skills and such. If you end up going for a high number, putting X Generations might be more useful.)
What is my name?
How do people describe my appearance?
What is my backstory?
What do I have with me? (Mostly equipment, can include friends/followers ex: A revolver, bullets, and a dog)
What am I good at? (List multiple skills, can include mundane things (ex: shooting, cooking) or mythical things (ex: necromancy, psychic powers)
What am I horrible at? (List multiple skills, basically the opposite of the above.)
What am I doing right now?
Aaand that should be good enough to start with! Let the game BEGIN!
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Topic: Eous: Post-Apocalyptic Modern Fantasy (SG) (Read 1067 times)