- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones
Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones
In their hip-pockets as a thing that's done,
And start their silent swinging, one by one.
Black horses drive a mower through the weeds,
And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds.
His belly close to ground. I see the blade,
Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade.
Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones
In their hip-pockets as a thing that's done,
And start their silent swinging, one by one.
Black horses drive a mower through the weeds,
And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds.
His belly close to ground. I see the blade,
Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade.
Gone is the world of yesteryear, gone are the great citadels of shining steel and gone are the tall towers of reflective glass; networked AIs brought the world to beauty, mastery of the life sciences brought it's inhabitants to perfection and and the deep understanding of the human psyche created a world free of war and conflict. Mankind reached too far and burned itself upon the pyre of it's own hubris, ground it's own soul to dust beneath the widening gyre of a society that no longer understood humanity.
The world of yesteryear may be gone, but it's legacy remains; great spires impale the ground like spears thrown by giants, inaccessable roads pass by far above the hellish streets of dead cities and the mutated remnants of an ecosystem gone mad roam the land. Society springs up again, rises like a flower amidst the weeds, but it is a different one; a mosaic made of the remnant pieces of a world that can never be again.
Humanity is not a pure strain, mankind modified itself with transgenic experiments to the degree that one can scarcely call it mankind anymore. You, the players are Biomodi, the transhuman legacy of old humanity; unlike most of humanity, which carry just a few modifications you are more than that, so much more. You possess no body but the one you take for yourself, the shells you take for bodies are optimized into terrifying weapons that would send running professional militaries in fear.
Welcome to the land that once was Denmark.
This is a Project: Biomodus game; it's set in the ruins of Denmark, where the tribes of humanity strive for dominance of these cold, northern lands. You play Biomodi, biologically engineered killer machines that can hijack and switch bodies at will, and are almost by your very nature set for greatness; what warlord does not wish for himself a weapon that cannot die? What community does not wish for itself a protector that will never cease protecting them? I accept up to five people in total.
Players
-@MJ12 Commando
-@jacobplm
-n/a
-n/a
-n/a
Players are generally preferred to be near the CET timezone, but a fluid schedule goes a long way.
(here it is @MJ12 Commando are you happy now?
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