Welcome to Rise for a Fall!
Created by: Ominous Noodles and Shards of Myself
Inspired by: Sci-Fi and various science fantasy works
Literacy: Semi-Literate to Literate
Status: Open
Links: Discord | Recruiting Thread | Stat Information | Skype
Credit: Ominous Noodles and Shards of Myself
1 ) Follow the Gaia TOS.
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!
3 ) No godmodding! If I or another mod catch you that will be your life.
4 ) Please no real life images for your characters. Please find an illustration or something. Real life images are creepy.
5 ) Activity is a must, my dudes. Please do post at least once a week, and if you can't LET US KNOW! This is going to be a long term roleplay, one we have already been working on for over a year. Please don't take that from us. If you are inactive for more than 2 weeks, we will leave your character behind and move on.
6 ) No roleplaying until your character is posted. Please.
7 ) If there is an issue, bring it up with one of the moderators. What the Mods say is what gos, no questions asked. Do keep this in mind if you wish to cause trouble.
8 ) Romance is allowed, and in fact encouraged, but please keep it pg-13. I know sexy stuff happens in real life, but there are kids on this website, man. Just time skip. Or roleplay it elsewhere. You do you. Just not in the forums.
9 ) When joining the guild, tell us your favorite color, just so we know you’ve read the rules. And when you’re done with it, send either Shards of Myself, or Ominous Noodles, your character’s profile. If you have any questions, let us know! We like calling ourselves adept in making them.
10) Every post needs to have a TO and FROM section. Meaning the post has to clearly state in its own section where you are going TO and where you are coming FROM for when you are transferring threads.
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. It was an aircraft that fell from the sky, plunging into the center of the Atlantic Ocean, devoid of all life. There was no pilot, and no crew. It was as if the craft had materialized in the Earth's atmosphere and plunged into our waters from thin air. 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 insides job. 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, shutting the system down into dormancy.
Hardly anyone was able to leave the ship alive. A few men escaped, but those who did suffered great losses. They lost either their limbs or their sanity, unable to unsee what had happened to them and their companions. 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. Creatures attacked cities left and right, tearing them down one by one. The first to go were the hubs of technology. Tokyo, New York, and Paris all vanished, followed by so many more within the span of months. 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 sprawled endlessly across the Earth's surface. In the very essence of what they were, they were code. Programs. Mere artificial intelligences that had been hidden within the technology which was stolen from the Ark, lying in wait for the proper time to strike.
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 reproduce 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 35% success rate, though if you passed you would become something more than human.
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.
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 conquer?
Inspired by: Sci-Fi and various science fantasy works
Literacy: Semi-Literate to Literate
Status: Open
Links: Discord | Recruiting Thread | Stat Information | Skype
Credit: Ominous Noodles and Shards of Myself
Rules
1 ) Follow the Gaia TOS.
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!
3 ) No godmodding! If I or another mod catch you that will be your life.
4 ) Please no real life images for your characters. Please find an illustration or something. Real life images are creepy.
5 ) Activity is a must, my dudes. Please do post at least once a week, and if you can't LET US KNOW! This is going to be a long term roleplay, one we have already been working on for over a year. Please don't take that from us. If you are inactive for more than 2 weeks, we will leave your character behind and move on.
6 ) No roleplaying until your character is posted. Please.
7 ) If there is an issue, bring it up with one of the moderators. What the Mods say is what gos, no questions asked. Do keep this in mind if you wish to cause trouble.
8 ) Romance is allowed, and in fact encouraged, but please keep it pg-13. I know sexy stuff happens in real life, but there are kids on this website, man. Just time skip. Or roleplay it elsewhere. You do you. Just not in the forums.
9 ) When joining the guild, tell us your favorite color, just so we know you’ve read the rules. And when you’re done with it, send either Shards of Myself, or Ominous Noodles, your character’s profile. If you have any questions, let us know! We like calling ourselves adept in making them.
10) Every post needs to have a TO and FROM section. Meaning the post has to clearly state in its own section where you are going TO and where you are coming FROM for when you are transferring threads.
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. It was an aircraft that fell from the sky, plunging into the center of the Atlantic Ocean, devoid of all life. There was no pilot, and no crew. It was as if the craft had materialized in the Earth's atmosphere and plunged into our waters from thin air. 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 insides job. 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, shutting the system down into dormancy.
Hardly anyone was able to leave the ship alive. A few men escaped, but those who did suffered great losses. They lost either their limbs or their sanity, unable to unsee what had happened to them and their companions. 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. Creatures attacked cities left and right, tearing them down one by one. The first to go were the hubs of technology. Tokyo, New York, and Paris all vanished, followed by so many more within the span of months. 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 sprawled endlessly across the Earth's surface. In the very essence of what they were, they were code. Programs. Mere artificial intelligences that had been hidden within the technology which was stolen from the Ark, lying in wait for the proper time to strike.
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 reproduce 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 35% success rate, though if you passed you would become something more than human.
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.
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 conquer?
Ominous Noodles