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What's happening?
The year is 8893. Humanity has changed. While we have achieved a state of complete equality on an ideoligistic level, the distance between poor and rich has increased more than ever imagined. The world's center is Thalassa, the capital of everything. It accounts for 99% of humanity, and it represents both, progress and cruelty, light and shadow, decadence and need, boredome and hope. The city is, essentially, a collection of giant towers, stretching over the entire continent. The higher you are, the higher up you are in society. The lower districts are seedy alleys, narrow boardwalks and dirty apartment complexes. Violence is rampant and police activity low. Up in the skies, scratching against our planet's atmosphere, high society lives its luxurious and ambitious life in almost eerily sterile and advanced environments. Whether the rich endulge in enjoyable entertainment, afford themselves decadent consumation or the most notorious scientists continue to make incredible discoveries, the life in the sky is what dictates how life in Thalassa advances. Or crumbles.
The year is 8893. Humanity has changed. While we have achieved a state of complete equality on an ideoligistic level, the distance between poor and rich has increased more than ever imagined. The world's center is Thalassa, the capital of everything. It accounts for 99% of humanity, and it represents both, progress and cruelty, light and shadow, decadence and need, boredome and hope. The city is, essentially, a collection of giant towers, stretching over the entire continent. The higher you are, the higher up you are in society. The lower districts are seedy alleys, narrow boardwalks and dirty apartment complexes. Violence is rampant and police activity low. Up in the skies, scratching against our planet's atmosphere, high society lives its luxurious and ambitious life in almost eerily sterile and advanced environments. Whether the rich endulge in enjoyable entertainment, afford themselves decadent consumation or the most notorious scientists continue to make incredible discoveries, the life in the sky is what dictates how life in Thalassa advances. Or crumbles.
But how did we get there?
Roughly 6000 years ago, or so scientists say, the world looked different. Highly different. Seven continents that drifted across the world's occeans, often seperate from each other. That was before the event we now refer to as "The Letter Arrival". In 2114, the world has been hit, quite literally. It seemed like an unstoppable force had affected the Earth's place in space, kind of like a sea of incomprehensibly gigantic black holes would. The world, against all odds, shifted back into its place shortly after, but a large portion of the population had died, and the landmasses didn't exist like they used to. Instead, a single, large continent had formed. Some areas had come to the surface, resulting in an earthplate that outmatches the old seven contintents quite easily. Climate changed and combined extremes in ways that humanity had to figure out once again. Everything seemed impossible, everything seemed illogical... everything had to be relearned. Scientists could never understand how the people who survived, survived. It was a miracle. But the hit left something behind. The letter. "The Letter To Humanity" is a large, ominously radiating... device of sorts, hidden in the harsh sands of Trist, the absolute north of the planet. It has a plethora of signs, runes and houses some laws of nature defying traits. After more than three milleniums of researching it, humanity has finally encrypted the message...
Roughly 6000 years ago, or so scientists say, the world looked different. Highly different. Seven continents that drifted across the world's occeans, often seperate from each other. That was before the event we now refer to as "The Letter Arrival". In 2114, the world has been hit, quite literally. It seemed like an unstoppable force had affected the Earth's place in space, kind of like a sea of incomprehensibly gigantic black holes would. The world, against all odds, shifted back into its place shortly after, but a large portion of the population had died, and the landmasses didn't exist like they used to. Instead, a single, large continent had formed. Some areas had come to the surface, resulting in an earthplate that outmatches the old seven contintents quite easily. Climate changed and combined extremes in ways that humanity had to figure out once again. Everything seemed impossible, everything seemed illogical... everything had to be relearned. Scientists could never understand how the people who survived, survived. It was a miracle. But the hit left something behind. The letter. "The Letter To Humanity" is a large, ominously radiating... device of sorts, hidden in the harsh sands of Trist, the absolute north of the planet. It has a plethora of signs, runes and houses some laws of nature defying traits. After more than three milleniums of researching it, humanity has finally encrypted the message...
The Letter To Humanity:
A long time ago, so long that your kind does not posses the numbers to articulate it, every glass in the world went out. They were similar to your phones, televisions, computers... all those inventions. They all went black, only to be revitalized with what you call white noise. One of our poems swallowed the light and drove people with weak wills insane. It announced that the arrival of God was imminent, intending to keep what had been named "The Promise", by those who lived through it. After moments of chaos and confusion around the world, things returned to normal. While the globe's leaders had come together to adress this event, masses of people stormed to their temples, desperate to appease God, who had finally proven his existence to them. Indeed, they were quite similar to you and your religions. Those who abused faith for their own agenda profited of this sudden influx of believers, strengthening the rotten armies. As humanity is so prone to, wars happened. Thanks to the overwhelming fear of receiving divine punishment, blood was spilled in the name of every entity ever spoken of. The world collapsed. Their rules and economies failed to be upheld in this fear-inspired hunt. Victims were many, but a few managed to survive. The scraps of humanity was to finally come face with God. Unfortunately, they had made a mistake.
You see, this was no variant of an all-powerful being described in a spiritual writing. Towering over the planet, it took it's child Earth in its hands, blackening the Sun with its mere presence. God just wanted to take the necessity of life, and cleansed the planet of any trace they had ever existed. God was tired of them. Is tired of you, actually. God brought Earth back to our forge... God was so hopeful that they'd succeed. But they never did. It seems like an endless cycle with no end. Earth was cast aside for a long time. But God did not lock you away. I decided to give you another chance. I put you back, many, many million of years ago. Made you live again. I wonder if you will ever figure out this message. If you do, you might be the version to finally succeed. Stay out of the forge too, Earth. You should hurry. God will come soon, see for itself what happened. And you are so young... I'll be watching. The void is always watching.
A long time ago, so long that your kind does not posses the numbers to articulate it, every glass in the world went out. They were similar to your phones, televisions, computers... all those inventions. They all went black, only to be revitalized with what you call white noise. One of our poems swallowed the light and drove people with weak wills insane. It announced that the arrival of God was imminent, intending to keep what had been named "The Promise", by those who lived through it. After moments of chaos and confusion around the world, things returned to normal. While the globe's leaders had come together to adress this event, masses of people stormed to their temples, desperate to appease God, who had finally proven his existence to them. Indeed, they were quite similar to you and your religions. Those who abused faith for their own agenda profited of this sudden influx of believers, strengthening the rotten armies. As humanity is so prone to, wars happened. Thanks to the overwhelming fear of receiving divine punishment, blood was spilled in the name of every entity ever spoken of. The world collapsed. Their rules and economies failed to be upheld in this fear-inspired hunt. Victims were many, but a few managed to survive. The scraps of humanity was to finally come face with God. Unfortunately, they had made a mistake.
You see, this was no variant of an all-powerful being described in a spiritual writing. Towering over the planet, it took it's child Earth in its hands, blackening the Sun with its mere presence. God just wanted to take the necessity of life, and cleansed the planet of any trace they had ever existed. God was tired of them. Is tired of you, actually. God brought Earth back to our forge... God was so hopeful that they'd succeed. But they never did. It seems like an endless cycle with no end. Earth was cast aside for a long time. But God did not lock you away. I decided to give you another chance. I put you back, many, many million of years ago. Made you live again. I wonder if you will ever figure out this message. If you do, you might be the version to finally succeed. Stay out of the forge too, Earth. You should hurry. God will come soon, see for itself what happened. And you are so young... I'll be watching. The void is always watching.
Post-letter life
After recovering from its newly aquired "infant stage", it lived again. The new Earth. Since knowledge of the old world, the world pre-2114, remained amongst the few millions that had survived, it strongly influenced how civilization roared its head again. As humanity started to grow again, it evolved quite a bit quicker this time around. This far more knowledgable and advanced society would go on to make incredibly inventions. While it was superior in a lot of aspects, it also had some less desirable qualities. While all of mankind was too busy with everything to concern itself with things such as racism, homophobia or sexism, power and wealth were an old thirst that endured the events and plagued our species, just as it always did. Eventually, all of Thalassa was covered in a wired collection of skyscrapers. The city was as big as the area allowed it to be, and would soon develop it's own cycle of life.
After managing to unravel the message that was given to them by "Void", religion was outlawed immediately. At first, it resulted in massive uproars, but after a few generations, it was gone. Surely, this would help in avoiding another war, like the one described by Void. Still, what did they have to prove? What did they have to succeed in? If what the letter was describing was true, the planet they lived on, Earth, had existed in many versions before, housing different versions of humanity before too, and each time, it was reset by... God. In response, every chemist, every astronomer, every physicist and every last genuis on the planet has been ordered to come and work in the mysterious, top districts of the capital. The goverment is desperate to avoid the foreshadowed future. If God so decides to return to our home, it could all end once more. Is it possible to fight such a being? Is it possible to... kill God?
After recovering from its newly aquired "infant stage", it lived again. The new Earth. Since knowledge of the old world, the world pre-2114, remained amongst the few millions that had survived, it strongly influenced how civilization roared its head again. As humanity started to grow again, it evolved quite a bit quicker this time around. This far more knowledgable and advanced society would go on to make incredibly inventions. While it was superior in a lot of aspects, it also had some less desirable qualities. While all of mankind was too busy with everything to concern itself with things such as racism, homophobia or sexism, power and wealth were an old thirst that endured the events and plagued our species, just as it always did. Eventually, all of Thalassa was covered in a wired collection of skyscrapers. The city was as big as the area allowed it to be, and would soon develop it's own cycle of life.
After managing to unravel the message that was given to them by "Void", religion was outlawed immediately. At first, it resulted in massive uproars, but after a few generations, it was gone. Surely, this would help in avoiding another war, like the one described by Void. Still, what did they have to prove? What did they have to succeed in? If what the letter was describing was true, the planet they lived on, Earth, had existed in many versions before, housing different versions of humanity before too, and each time, it was reset by... God. In response, every chemist, every astronomer, every physicist and every last genuis on the planet has been ordered to come and work in the mysterious, top districts of the capital. The goverment is desperate to avoid the foreshadowed future. If God so decides to return to our home, it could all end once more. Is it possible to fight such a being? Is it possible to... kill God?
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I love the way you told the history of Thalassa it really captured my attention. Can't wait to see what this will become can I join? o3o
