Update: Particle Accelerator Mishap in the News!

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1-tg-2-nYoDafPf8fLg-unuAaa9Ur6B77

Mystery, Pennsylvania.

Mining town. Logging town.

Salt-of-the-earth, two-stoplight town.

Rarely had the occasion of livin’ up to its namesake, and that’s the truth. Hell, there are only two peculiarities in recent memory even worth mentioning:

(A grizzled finger is raised). New Coke
(A second grizzled finger is raised). And something called the McDLT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTSdUOC8Kac

Not exactly salt-of-the-earth material.

Oh, did I mention the year is 1985? That’s an important fact, ain’t it.

A long pause

Alright, kids. Since you’re new here (said you’re in town for the summer?), and since you’re still hovering on my front porch, I’ll let you in on a little secret.

(A somber frown stretches across the wizened old face).

This town is damaged goods.

All ‘cause they built the loop, mind you. Strangest thing you’ll ever see. Four miles in diameter. Hollow metal tunnel set on concrete stanchions like some kind of alien freeway peeking above the treeline. One big circle to nowhere. And nowhere’s where it got, by the way. ‘Cause it never were finished.

They called it a particle accelerator. Whatever that is. (And whoever ‘they’ are, since the place is abandoned).

You heard right. Some kind of cutting edge technology, right here in the middle of noth’n. But the night of the big quake, nine people disappeared from that place. Some kind of crew of foreign scientists, engineers. Guess they were too smart for their own good.

Things ain’t never been the same in town since then.

And I mean it.

Point is, kids, Mystery is downright mysterious. And dangerous, too. Some people claim they hear rumblings from that particle accelerator at odd hours, abandoned or not. And there’s been lots of sightings in the woods—I won’t say what, wouldn’t want to scare ya. But I’d stay clear, if I were you.

A long squint

But that ain’t what you’re gonna do, is it? I see it in your eyes.

You want to figure this here mystery out, don’t you? Find out what happened to those people .

Well, kids, I’d just cool your heels. The local authorities, the FBI… you name it… they didn’t find a damn thing.

So neither will you.

Even if you are the meddlesome type.

You can read the old game the kingdom merge:a princess game on my profile. This is part two. I am looking for the characters Mulan and Cinderella. They are going to find out how they got to the woods and solve more problems. So are you in?

The title of this story is meant as an honorary memorial to the late Burt Reynolds who passed away on Sept. 6th. 2018 via cardiac arrest … And PLEASE - READ the host’s rules, they shall tell you a lot!

Down these strange dusty streets of Reynold’s Landing, Neb. which have quite a few tumbleweeds may go a man or a woman who might not be human, because Sasquatch and other mystical creatures have moved out of the forests and into the town and surrounding area… It’s a brave new world with lots of rough edges where human and “they” are colliding around Thanksgiving of 1963, and the rules of coexistence are still being written. Trust your gut and tread carefully, because everyone’s on the hustle - human and otherwise - and the streets of Reynold’s Landing are only as safe as you can make them. This story features street-smart survivors in a world of wiseguys … And not all are human. Who shall band together on either side of the struggle between good vs. evil? … This is a hodgepodge world - do NOT judge every human as being good or every creature as being bad.

Rattannah has aided in the initial set-up of this game.

Your characters have all been teleported, out of the blue, to a mysterious library with no windows. Inside is a librarian who reveals a great secret to you: You are all a part of a great multiverse, and you’ve just been warped outside you world by chance. What happens next is up to you…

The year is 2303 - the Outer Rim Human Coalition (ORHC) has expanded beyond the furthest reaches of human space exploration at an alarming pace. Space-stations now dot even the most remote systems in this sector - all built with one focus. Profit. Ixlon 3 is the pinnacle of the ORHC’s ambitions, on the furthest outlying system from the ORHC’s command centre in Irvine Sigma, and it has recently gone dark without explanation.

ORHC Command is unnerved that one of the newest space-stations within their ensemble has gone dark months after finally becoming fully operational. They have assembled a crew to man one of their exploration transports to investigate and report back to ORHC the situation aboard Ixlon 3.

Aboard Ixlon 3 something has come aboard that has changed everything for the ORHC…

Welcome to The Edge of The Void a space-horror in the vein of Alien or Dead Space. I am looking for a 5 or 6 man crew consisting of an Engineer, Scientist, Medic, 2 Soldiers and a Operations Command . Any questions please message me!

One of the first rules for understanding humans is that no matter how wondrous anything may be, it will become commonplace and beset by petty complaints.

And so it was with interstellar travel.

Once nothing but a dream woven by scientifically-minded fantasists, warp propulsion brought it into the world of the possible. At first only for the very rich, attended by every luxury… but as the days of Stephenson’s Rocket and The Flying Scotsman gave way to Southern Rail, so too did space travel fall into the hands of the masses.

What had been unthinkable was now just another mode of transport. People griped about delays and wrote lifestyle articles about coping with “warp boredom”.

It only got worse as the New Age of Colonisation made long voyages more common. Setting up a new life on another world, under a sun that no human had ever seen was daunting enough, but coping with a month or more in deep space?

It was no wonder that long-haul space-travel became seen as “dangerous”. Oh, not physically dangerous, or at least no more so than the aeroplanes of bygone centuries. No, this was more of a social danger, as there were whispers of colonies imploding through interpersonal drama before anyone even touched the ground.

Probably exaggerated, of course, but unsettling nonetheless…

-Based on the book(s) Scythe- (DO NOT NEED TO HAVE READ THE BOOKS)
In a world where death is cured, and fire is the only way to truly die without a scythe’s help, how would people live? The answer is both in fear and peacefully. No one fears death anymore, only those that dish it out are they scared of. The thunderhead, an AI cloud that holds all the information in the world allows anyone to access anything- except scythes aren’t allowed to use it. Scythes they are called. In this game, you will be playing a part of a group of scythe’s who work together to glean (kill) people. You can choose to do it unmercifully OR to do it as friendly as possible. Twice a year the conclave meets, and it is just another form of politics. Will you be too merciful with your gleans? Or will you be too brutal? Consequences will occur, people will be gleaned, and life will go on- with or without you.

The Scythe Commandments
1) Thou shalt kill.
2) Thou shalt kill with no bias, bigotry, or malice afterthought.
3) Thou shalt grant an annum (year) of immunity to the beloved of those who accept your coming, and to anyone else you deem worthy.
4) Thou shalt kill the beloved of those who resist.
5) Thou shalt serve humanity for the full span of thy days, and thy family shall have immunity as recompense for as long as you live.
6) Thou shalt lead an exemplary life in word and in deed, and keep a journal of each and every day.
7) Thou shalt kill no scythe beyond thyself.
8) Thou shalt claim no earthly possessions, save thy robes, ring, and journal.
9) Thou shalt have neither spouse nor spawn.
10) Thou shalt be beholden to no laws but these.

Immunity- Cannot be gleaned for the entirety of being immune.
Fire is the only thing that kills permanently when NOT involved with a scythe- and even scythes can die to fire.
High Blade: Xenocrates
High Blades are basically the head of their region of scythes.
Our region: Midmerica.

“Prince Allesandro’s Jump Lights” (PAJL) made a name for themselves no matter where they were. Professional. Competent. Resourceful. Elite. Almost everyone on active roster had shipped out with the Star Confederation Navy. You signed up, or re-joined, to fill open billets and make a name for yourself.

Fire Team 19-Delta-4, you and the three others, didn’t get the grav carrier ride to the contract site. You were kicked out of a high flying bumpy cargo plane at fifteen thousand meters. Managing to survive what was now your fifth jump you were awarded jump wings. They looked pretty cool on your fresh tan uniform. Local contacts took the chutes and containers and pointed you to a pair of dugout canoes manned by a couple wearing funny looking orange caps. They seemed to dislike PAJL tans and spoke little as they handed you oars, rearranged your meager supplies, and paddled a kilometer and a half to the island.

Your mission is pretty simple; a Professor Plum is doing research on the jungle island. He pays for security. That PAJL is involved says he pays well and needs more than a uniform with a revolver. Your squad leader and the relief Fire Team (19-Delta-5) will replace you in ten days. You have Advanced Combat Rifles (ACR), standard jungle kit, and brand new boots. Keep Plum alive, mostly happy, and don’t mess up.

Should be easy, right?

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Vital Intel:

You are members of a mercenary unit with a proud tradition. The entire planet (50,000 people) knows your unit and many people on the street have worn the tans proudly. Act well and you will be noticed. Embarrass the unit and discover there’s a lot of uncharted land to be found in. Eventually.

Keys: Be heroes. Be heroic, this is not a gritty game. No PvP, the challenges are big enough.

Species, Gender: Humans only, no other species. No gender restrictions.

Pick an archetype: New Recruit just getting in to the unit or Veteran returning from civilian life.

“You’re just the first to go,” Tyrone cried out as he raised the steel flamethrower in his hands, “Any last words?”

“My coven will find you. They will scour the earth if they have to, just to find you Hopkins and they will avenge my death. You may burn me, but my coven lives on. Magic lives on, and you’ll never stop that.”

“I will stop every demon plaguing this earth.”

“Tyrone,” Ronaldo’s eyes widened in a crazed daze as he called out his killer’s name, “It’s the 70th year,” He laughed, as he continued to struggle. Both his hands were bound with wires, which were also wrapped around a cement pole.

“70th?”

“Killing me won’t stop the devil from coming. You’ll never triumph over the dark lord.”

“Good will always triumph over evil Ronaldo, even you should know that,” Tyrone wasted no time igniting his weapon. The flames engulfed the man tied to the pole in a matter of seconds. His screams rang out for miles, as he burned.

Tyrone smiled as he walked away, “One witch down, a million more to go.”

“Ronaldo Agicae, native New Yorker, and local activist, was found burned. Strapped to a cement pole in a vacant Southside Jamaica, Queens parking lot,” the news anchor continued the story. Recounting the scene the cops found earlier that morning. Then concluding that the local and state authorities have announced a full investigation.

Ronaldo, Head Warlock of the AWC (American Witches Council) has been burned. What’s worse, is the night of his death marked the start of the 70th year.

Witches and witch hunters all over the world wait their whole lives for the 70th year to come.

The year marks the start of another chance for witches across the country to perform the Grand Awakening. A ritual performed every 7o years; in which witches make seven blood sacrifices to awaken the devil himself, and feast on mortals for seven days.

Will the Coven find a worthy leader in time to properly prepare for the Grand Awakening?

Can Hopkins curate a group of dedicated fighters, hunters, and ruthless warriors to defeat the devil’s minions?

Is magic on the brink of being discovered by everyone, everywhere?”

Something is stirring in the deeps.

Everyone’s felt it. They all know it comes from the Maw, and they’re all scared of it.