Nemo of Utopia
CHYOA Guru
What Has Come Before/Helpful Links:
https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/public-game-ideas-intrest-check-poll.1969/
https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/isekaitis-blues-character-generation-and-basic-info.1975/
https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/isekaitis-blues-o-o-c-chat-and-announcements.1979/
https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/isekaitis-blues-system-and-rules-information-thread.1980/
I.C. Start:
It is early morning on what we would recognize as the 1st of May in the region of McKay's-Vill, Georgia, on a previously unexplored alternate earth. This is a world where the lands beyond Africa have never known the footfall of humanity, for we died out long ago, leaving the world to continue on without any form of hominids. The world is a colder one than what you and I know, Northern Georgia is a temperate latitude in this world, while sheets of ice hundreds of feet high cover much of North America even in the midst of this warm spring day.
Suddenly, the skies open in a coruscating aura similar to the Aurora Borealis, but with its colors inverted, bloody reds, sickly oranges, and actinic yellows roiling across the sky. Out of this maelstrom emerges a ship, heading south at high speed towards coastal Florida... Suddenly there is an explosion from the ship, and hundreds of giant canisters made of glass, crystals, steel, brass, and copper rain from the heavens, carried safely to the ground by parachutes.
They are scattered, singly or in small groups, over a fifty-mile-wide one-hundred-mile-long strip of land by the time they all come to rest, then, a few minutes later, raggedly and fitfully, they begin to open.
Inside are people taken as slaves from over a hundred different worlds, and what will become of them in the coming days largely depends on the actions of a small handful, those that landed first, nearest the point where the ejection tubes opened...
It depends on us.
https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/public-game-ideas-intrest-check-poll.1969/
https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/isekaitis-blues-character-generation-and-basic-info.1975/
https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/isekaitis-blues-o-o-c-chat-and-announcements.1979/
https://forum.chyoa.com/threads/isekaitis-blues-system-and-rules-information-thread.1980/
I.C. Start:
It is early morning on what we would recognize as the 1st of May in the region of McKay's-Vill, Georgia, on a previously unexplored alternate earth. This is a world where the lands beyond Africa have never known the footfall of humanity, for we died out long ago, leaving the world to continue on without any form of hominids. The world is a colder one than what you and I know, Northern Georgia is a temperate latitude in this world, while sheets of ice hundreds of feet high cover much of North America even in the midst of this warm spring day.
Suddenly, the skies open in a coruscating aura similar to the Aurora Borealis, but with its colors inverted, bloody reds, sickly oranges, and actinic yellows roiling across the sky. Out of this maelstrom emerges a ship, heading south at high speed towards coastal Florida... Suddenly there is an explosion from the ship, and hundreds of giant canisters made of glass, crystals, steel, brass, and copper rain from the heavens, carried safely to the ground by parachutes.
They are scattered, singly or in small groups, over a fifty-mile-wide one-hundred-mile-long strip of land by the time they all come to rest, then, a few minutes later, raggedly and fitfully, they begin to open.
Inside are people taken as slaves from over a hundred different worlds, and what will become of them in the coming days largely depends on the actions of a small handful, those that landed first, nearest the point where the ejection tubes opened...
It depends on us.
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