Serano
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Below is a brief short story/summary/intro to a new rp I'm considering starting. The gist of it is that one day the Angels arrived on earth. Instead of it being a glorious beginning, it turned out to be something much more sinister. If you are familiar with the movie Demolition Man, that's the sort of future... except it's enforced by angel overseers. So read over this, and if you are interested, simply post your comments below:
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“Let me tell you a story,” said the old man as he reclined back against the concrete wall of the old New York Subway system. “Of the day the angels came, and the world ended...”
It all began on a cool April morning. Erin was in his old 1998 Nissan Sedan on his way to work. It wasn't anything fancy, but it got him from here to there. One day, he told himself, “I will get one of those nice sports cars, something all the ladies couldn't resist.” At least, that is what he had been telling himself ever since he left his family ten years ago to explore the larger world.
Now here he was, in his early forties, still stuck in a middle management job. It wasn't that bad; he really liked his co workers and it wasn't like his bosses were that bad. The problem for him was that Erin was a free spirit. He would much rather be hiking out in the forest as he did with his father when he was a child. And there was nothing that was so counter to his free spirit as a mundane desk job.
He pulled up on the interstate behind a long line of cars. Erin leaned out the window and looked out as far as he could see; cars looked to be backed up for more than a mile. Turning on the radio, he rotated the nob onto his favorite radio station, “This just in folks! Looks like there's an overturn semi on I-78 and we got feed all over the road! Traffic appears to be limited to one lane this morning...”
“Damn it! Now I'm going to be late,” Erin said in a silent curse. Little did Erin know at that time, him being late was the least of his concerns.
Suddenly, a bright light filled his view. It was only twelve short years from the attack on the World Trade Center and Erin's first thought was an atomic bomb. He quickly unbuckled and ducked his head down, holding his head below the front window until the light began to fade.
When he rose up, Erin peered outside and was surprised to not see a mushroom cloud anywhere. Instead, high in the sky, he saw a tiny speck begin to descend from the air. His eyesight was much keener than most people, and thus could make out that it appeared to be a man with wings. Soon after the first, there was another, and another. First they came by twos, then tens, until finally there were hundreds of these winged men that covered the sky.
Erin slowly opened the door and stepped out of his car, walking across the pavement to the end of the road as he gazed up into the sky. There was no way to make an accurate count, but there must have been at least ten thousand of these beings in the sky. From his right, he noticed among the throng of people that had joined him on the side of the road, a small child tugging at a woman's sleeve. “Mommy, it's Angels! They've come to save us!” The middle aged woman was to the point of tears as she looked up into the sky, clutching the cross around her neck. And while the woman looked filled with joy, the wiser Erin had a cold chill run down his spine as he saw them, knowing something is terribly wrong.
All the angels gathered together in a solid block formation, as one of them flew out just in front of them. He made a motion, and appeared to be saying something. What the content of his words were unknown to Erin, the figure being too far away. Suddenly, the angels dispersed from their formation and scattered in all directions.
A week later, Erin was sitting quietly in his apartment on the outskirts of the city. Since the appearance of the angels, they had managed to crush all conflict across the globe. They were being hailed as heroes on the TV. This was partly due to the fact that at this point, their attention hadn't turned towards the major world powers. And while publicly the world's leaders were hailing these new guests as heroes as well, many of them quietly wondered what would happened when they finally turned their gaze towards them.
To that end, the world's leaders decided to hold an emergency meeting upon the crisis at the UN. Representatives from the worlds twenty leading nation, including the president of the United States, were meeting now. On the TV, Erin watched as the leaders discussed the ramifications, what they could do, and hypothesizing on the angels purpose.
Their questions didn't have to wait long to be answered, as a ball of light appeared in the curtain draped room. A figure appeared clad in golden armor, and looked over the people in the room with disdain. He walked up slowly to the microphone that was in the middle of the oval shaped table that the various leaders had gathered around.
“I am Michael, and I represent the Host. We have watched for too long as humanity has continued to destroy itself. No More! From this point on, we are in control. You will all surrender now, or face total war. ”
The room erupted with shouts of protests as the various world leaders barked out their unwillingness to bow to Micheal’s authority. The angel stood in the center of the room and looked from side to side, as if listening to each of their arguments before he raised his hand up. In that moment, all conversation stopped as the room held their breathe. “Then war it shall be.”
The angel bent at the knees, before surging skywards and through the roof of the room. The occupants of the room rushed outside and looked up to see where he had gone. All was silent in the room, and the camera source switched over to a news helicopter that was flying over the city.
Michael raised his hands into the air as the camera focused in and zoomed in on the angel. Suddenly, a ball of light began to grow in his hand. At first it was no larger than a basketball, but quickly grew in size. So great was the light that it put off, that it appeared to be a second sun had formed in the sky.
Erin leaped up out of his recliner and rushed over to the window to see the orb of doom high in the air. Just as he began to focus on the angel himself, the ball of light formed a beam that struck down at the ground, the epicenter being the room that he had just exited. A dome of light spread out from the impact, and wiped the island of Manhattan off the face of the earth. So total was the destruction that the island was overtaken by the water as the light began to fade. Thus began the Angelic Wars.
“War...” Erin chuckled before continuing “All the world's militaries managed to only offer up only six days of organized resistance. And that was even with the assistance of specials like me. By the seventh day, when the surrender was signed, over seventy million people and specials had died. That is more than died entirety of World War II.”
The chuckle only served to elicit a deep cough as he held his hand against his chest. He ran his hand over his fur as he felt the large scar on his chest that had refused to heal over. He received the wound from engaging an angel in close combat. He had managed mortally wound the angel, but in exchange received a wound that still burns to this day.
“Shortly thereafter, the transition began. From the organizing of the Paladins, to the establishment of the tyranny of doctrine, slowly they began to enforce order on the world. Some have chosen to aquiesce to the new world order, enjoying the bliss of the technological advances that have occurred during this period of “Enlightenment”. But there are some, including me, who continue to fight for the right to live our lives how we wish. Whether that be eating a thick juice burger, or just the god given right to have sex, we will not yield to the dictatorship of “good”. We are the resistance, and one day we will drive those glowing bastards from our home.”
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“Let me tell you a story,” said the old man as he reclined back against the concrete wall of the old New York Subway system. “Of the day the angels came, and the world ended...”
It all began on a cool April morning. Erin was in his old 1998 Nissan Sedan on his way to work. It wasn't anything fancy, but it got him from here to there. One day, he told himself, “I will get one of those nice sports cars, something all the ladies couldn't resist.” At least, that is what he had been telling himself ever since he left his family ten years ago to explore the larger world.
Now here he was, in his early forties, still stuck in a middle management job. It wasn't that bad; he really liked his co workers and it wasn't like his bosses were that bad. The problem for him was that Erin was a free spirit. He would much rather be hiking out in the forest as he did with his father when he was a child. And there was nothing that was so counter to his free spirit as a mundane desk job.
He pulled up on the interstate behind a long line of cars. Erin leaned out the window and looked out as far as he could see; cars looked to be backed up for more than a mile. Turning on the radio, he rotated the nob onto his favorite radio station, “This just in folks! Looks like there's an overturn semi on I-78 and we got feed all over the road! Traffic appears to be limited to one lane this morning...”
“Damn it! Now I'm going to be late,” Erin said in a silent curse. Little did Erin know at that time, him being late was the least of his concerns.
Suddenly, a bright light filled his view. It was only twelve short years from the attack on the World Trade Center and Erin's first thought was an atomic bomb. He quickly unbuckled and ducked his head down, holding his head below the front window until the light began to fade.
When he rose up, Erin peered outside and was surprised to not see a mushroom cloud anywhere. Instead, high in the sky, he saw a tiny speck begin to descend from the air. His eyesight was much keener than most people, and thus could make out that it appeared to be a man with wings. Soon after the first, there was another, and another. First they came by twos, then tens, until finally there were hundreds of these winged men that covered the sky.
Erin slowly opened the door and stepped out of his car, walking across the pavement to the end of the road as he gazed up into the sky. There was no way to make an accurate count, but there must have been at least ten thousand of these beings in the sky. From his right, he noticed among the throng of people that had joined him on the side of the road, a small child tugging at a woman's sleeve. “Mommy, it's Angels! They've come to save us!” The middle aged woman was to the point of tears as she looked up into the sky, clutching the cross around her neck. And while the woman looked filled with joy, the wiser Erin had a cold chill run down his spine as he saw them, knowing something is terribly wrong.
All the angels gathered together in a solid block formation, as one of them flew out just in front of them. He made a motion, and appeared to be saying something. What the content of his words were unknown to Erin, the figure being too far away. Suddenly, the angels dispersed from their formation and scattered in all directions.
A week later, Erin was sitting quietly in his apartment on the outskirts of the city. Since the appearance of the angels, they had managed to crush all conflict across the globe. They were being hailed as heroes on the TV. This was partly due to the fact that at this point, their attention hadn't turned towards the major world powers. And while publicly the world's leaders were hailing these new guests as heroes as well, many of them quietly wondered what would happened when they finally turned their gaze towards them.
To that end, the world's leaders decided to hold an emergency meeting upon the crisis at the UN. Representatives from the worlds twenty leading nation, including the president of the United States, were meeting now. On the TV, Erin watched as the leaders discussed the ramifications, what they could do, and hypothesizing on the angels purpose.
Their questions didn't have to wait long to be answered, as a ball of light appeared in the curtain draped room. A figure appeared clad in golden armor, and looked over the people in the room with disdain. He walked up slowly to the microphone that was in the middle of the oval shaped table that the various leaders had gathered around.
“I am Michael, and I represent the Host. We have watched for too long as humanity has continued to destroy itself. No More! From this point on, we are in control. You will all surrender now, or face total war. ”
The room erupted with shouts of protests as the various world leaders barked out their unwillingness to bow to Micheal’s authority. The angel stood in the center of the room and looked from side to side, as if listening to each of their arguments before he raised his hand up. In that moment, all conversation stopped as the room held their breathe. “Then war it shall be.”
The angel bent at the knees, before surging skywards and through the roof of the room. The occupants of the room rushed outside and looked up to see where he had gone. All was silent in the room, and the camera source switched over to a news helicopter that was flying over the city.
Michael raised his hands into the air as the camera focused in and zoomed in on the angel. Suddenly, a ball of light began to grow in his hand. At first it was no larger than a basketball, but quickly grew in size. So great was the light that it put off, that it appeared to be a second sun had formed in the sky.
Erin leaped up out of his recliner and rushed over to the window to see the orb of doom high in the air. Just as he began to focus on the angel himself, the ball of light formed a beam that struck down at the ground, the epicenter being the room that he had just exited. A dome of light spread out from the impact, and wiped the island of Manhattan off the face of the earth. So total was the destruction that the island was overtaken by the water as the light began to fade. Thus began the Angelic Wars.
“War...” Erin chuckled before continuing “All the world's militaries managed to only offer up only six days of organized resistance. And that was even with the assistance of specials like me. By the seventh day, when the surrender was signed, over seventy million people and specials had died. That is more than died entirety of World War II.”
The chuckle only served to elicit a deep cough as he held his hand against his chest. He ran his hand over his fur as he felt the large scar on his chest that had refused to heal over. He received the wound from engaging an angel in close combat. He had managed mortally wound the angel, but in exchange received a wound that still burns to this day.
“Shortly thereafter, the transition began. From the organizing of the Paladins, to the establishment of the tyranny of doctrine, slowly they began to enforce order on the world. Some have chosen to aquiesce to the new world order, enjoying the bliss of the technological advances that have occurred during this period of “Enlightenment”. But there are some, including me, who continue to fight for the right to live our lives how we wish. Whether that be eating a thick juice burger, or just the god given right to have sex, we will not yield to the dictatorship of “good”. We are the resistance, and one day we will drive those glowing bastards from our home.”