Welcome to Gaia! :: Technological Revolution: An Era Ends (40 users) | Gaia Guilds

This is an Original Story Role Playing Guild. I have tried to design an easy and involving combat system that can be picked up and used with very little trouble. This allows for an environment without god modding, but also doesn't bog you down too much with a hard to learn system.

Wanna come and talk to some of the players? Get a one on one with one of the top members? Chat with the crew? Well, if you go HERE, you can!




I know, everyone hates this part, but bear with me. I don't strap down my RPs with too many rules. So just give a read through and make sure you can follow the instructions a blind monkey could, mmkaayyyy? ^_^


1 ) Gaia ToS. Follow it, or risk having your legs torn off by savage man-wolves and stuff.

2 ) No One Liners. Period. I am sorry guys, but it isn't too hard to get down at least 5 sentences right? I am not saying everyone has to write enormous, detailed posts, but I just want to see you guys trying! Push yourself to be better writers, always! =]

When you are requesting to join this guild, please include a brief example of your roleplay. I don't want something copy and pasted, and I am not expecting paragraphs. Just a brief RP sample written as person in the universe that this RP takes place in.

If you write a one liner, I will personally shiv your character in the kidney with a toothbrush.

3 ) No godmodding! This RP will have a very small stat-based system to create an environment where godmodding is impossible, but you can also decide to fight in a non-stat RP fight where lives aren't on the lines. Sparring and what-not. Don't god mode, or Lucifer himself will do inappropriate things to the person you love most. On your birthday. On top of your cake. And they will like it.

4 ) Cussing is fine, real people cuss sometimes, for the most part, but try not to make every other word some sort of swear. Keep it to an embellishment, not a staple. xD

5 ) When using images for your characters, try not to use the same images that are used in every RP and you have already seen a hundred thousand times. Try digging up some stuff you haven't seen before, and you might just find yourself creating a much more fun and original character just based off the new character look. Deviantart and Photobucket and stuff are good resources. If I receive a profile with a picture I have seen a hundred times, I will cry. I won't make you re-do your profile, but you will have broken my heart, and will have to deal with copious amounts of tears. So...that will be heavy on your conscience.

6 ) I have a very long-term RP planned out for this, and you can expect involving arcs, and widespread RP events for everyone to get in on and get bonus stat points and what not! This means that I am looking for active people to populate the RP! Please be able to post at least twice a week. Nobody likes waiting around for someone else to post for days on end. If you don't post a couple times in a week, and you don't let me know about it. You will be lynched.

7 ) There will be no posting in this RP until your profile has been accepted, so please don't join up and just start posting. Except for the OOC, that is a different story. Post away on the OOC any time you like! =]

8 ) When you send your join request for the guild, please include the word 'Snicklefritz' so I know you read the rules. Don't ask me why I chose that word, I wrote the first thing that came to my extremely talented mind. *shifty eyes*

9 ) When you join up, please try to familiarize yourself with the others who you are roleplaying with. I don't expect you to commit every back story to memory, but at least give a look, so you understand a little bit about them at least and are informed. ^__^ Thanks!

10 ) I have come up with the entire concept of this RP, and my word is law. If you wish to tempt me, I will unleash the world's worst nightmares on you, and throw hot coals under your covers while you sleep. So there.

Not so bad right? =]

Story

At the turn of the 34th century, humanity had its first run-in with extraterrestrial life. We did not receive a message of peace or war—we did not meet their race face to face—in fact, to this day we know nothing of what this civilization's people may look like, nor where they are from. The aircraft that fell from the sky, plunging into the center of the Atlantic Ocean, was devoid of all life. There was no pilot, nor was there a crew. It was as if the craft had materialized in the Earth's atmosphere and plunged into our waters from nowhere at all. Every country began to blame the other, nobody going near the wreckage of the massive carrier, though none would admit to its origins. It was not until they removed the four kilometer long, seven hundred meter tall structure from the ocean and made first entry that they abandoned all ideas that it had come from Earth.

The technology discovered inside of the alien craft was so far beyond humanity's scope that it took the next fifty-seven years for the world's greatest engineers to discover how the machine worked. The power source's casing had been destroyed, though the source itself was still intact. With some clever ingenuity they were able to reconstruct the casing with earth's elements and the craft was ready to be restored. Delays plagued the project due to scared politicians and world leaders who couldn't understand what might happen if they were to power on the alien craft. However, when the aircraft was finally turned on in late 3457, humanity discovered something they had never before been able to attain: the perfect artificial intelligence. The machines on the craft were all self-maintained and controlled. They were perfectly independent. The ship itself was alive.

The craft found little difficulty initiating its boot sequences, and within fifteen minutes of the switch being flicked, it had already set course to its original destination six hundred thirty-nine light years from Earth. When the maps began to show and the ship began to move, the military stationed outside the vessel began to fire immediately. The only goal was to stop the craft from leaving Earth, and to harvest the technology that lay within it. The shells of the most advanced military weapons could not even scratch the surface of the ship, seeming to disappear upon contact with the outside hull. So, it became the people on the inside's jobs. Nameless engineers with no military experience charged with dismantling the machine before it could take off. Ninety-three percent of the people on the ship were never heard from again. Eliminated with cold, calculated proficiency from the ship's defenses. But the few men who made it to the core of the carrier managed to destroy the power source's casing that they had created, using their weaker Earthen elements to their own advantage to shut the system down into dormancy.

Those who left the craft were either deemed insane and locked away, or they were marked up with those who had been killed trying to bring it down. After that, there was a bidding war on the ship's inner workings and each country managed to secure themselves bits and pieces of the wreckage. For the next century, humanity experienced a massive growth in technological prowess, and our civilization seemed to enter a golden era. An era of prosperity that our people had never known. There wasn't a single country that could be classified as a third world area, as the technology created from the alien carrier made possible miraculous things that humanity could never have imagined. Construction of material from nothing—meaning food and water were no longer cultivated, but created, ending hunger. Buildings could be constructed in days with these advanced systems, and labor was expendable, due to the artificial intelligence that now inhabited the bodies of mechanical beings, programmed with boundaries so they could not act on their own free will.

However, every good thing comes to an end. In early 3503, one after the other, cities began to go dark. Communications would crumble and when they were investigated, devastation would be all that remained. Legends arose, fueled by fear, that monsters from the 'Ark' as the alien craft was now referred to, had come to reap their revenge for the destruction of their vessel. At first it was taken as wives tales to scare children, but eventually the sightings began to become more and more frequent, until it became a known phenomenon. Where these creatures had come from, nobody could explain. Nothing had entered Earth's airspace from outside the atmosphere since that day. But when the military sent their forces to fight against these creatures, they found that upon killing the enemy, they vanished—showers of light and sparks all that remained until they dissipated completed from this world.

A lone man—released from an insane asylum after all these years, ninety-six years old, retold the tales of what happened within that Ark. The creatures that the craft seemed to construct at will. The intelligence that they were able to gift to the creations that they birthed without effort or material. He—one of the few who managed to escape that damned place, knew the secret of the enemies that now crushed the metropolises that now sprawled endlessly across the Earth's surface. In the very essence of what they were, they were code. They were programs. Mere artificial intelligences that had been hidden within the technology that had been stolen from that ship, lying in wait for the proper time to strike. When enough energy had been reproduced that matched the energies of their world.

It was not long before, under the old man's supervision, technology was designed to harvest these A.I. fragments and to use them to both enhance the intelligence and physical form of the person they were assigned to, and to allow that person to re-produce the enemy's ability to create life from nothing and birth it with the A.I. it had harvested. In giving one's own life force, it gave these individuals the ability to create another, though few were able to undergo the physiological stress that it caused to the body. An organization was born to fight these foes, the test that you underwent to become a member had a 65% chance of death, though if you passed you would become something more than man.

The Human Artificial Life Fusion process (H.A.L.F) became the counter-attack that Earth desperately needed. The Bureau of Alien Investigation and Threat Removal (B.A.I.T.R) that created it became the strongest force on the planet, and the only thing that was capable of eliminating the threat at hand. Their organizations were placed globally, a major branch being located in each continent to issue agents for protection of major cities. However, many baiters (those who work for B.A.I.T.R) who were not strong enough have been corrupted—having their minds taken over by the artificial intelligences that they attempt to control. Nobody can be trusted. Anything with an electrical current could be an enemy in wait.

Hundreds of years have past since the wars began. B.A.I.T.R has been reduced to a mere seven outposts across the Earth's surface, and they call on anyone they can find willing to attempt the H.A.L.F Procedure. Can humanity survive the impending devastation, or will they fall to the foes that they hoped to enslave?