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On December 26th, 2009, the cruise ship Nausicaä set sail from Miami to Bermuda on her maiden voyage.
In the months beforehand, 100 lucky people from all over the world won themselves a ticket with a budding cruise line, Odyssey Lines. Some entered themselves, some didn't - though it was explained that a friend, family, or co-worker anonymously submitted their name in a contest. To all winners, it seemed like a dream come true. An all-expenses paid New Years celebration in paradise. Plane tickets to Miami, and home from Bermuda were included.
The Nausicaä was set to arrive in Bermuda on January 4th, 2010. That never happened.
On New Years Eve, a terrible storm hit them at sea, pushing them off-course and sending them deeper into the Bermuda Triangle. All outside communication with the world was lost. Satelite devises, such as tracking, died. Compasses began to spin. Cell phones stopped working. They were lost at sea.
On January 2nd, the Nausicaä turned what was presumably East, knowing that eventually they'd hit something. This, too, never happened. Though direction was never altered, the sun rose and set in a new position every day.
Crew started disappearing. The captain kills himself. The Nausicaä is lost in the Bermuda Triangle, its passengers left to fend for themselves.
Will you survive?
Oblivion is a brand new, original-character game, newly opened! We have friendly, experienced mods, and an ever-growing player base happy to plot! Don't miss your chance to be there from the beginning!
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| Dark Obsidian: An Original Noir Game |
[29 Apr 2010|07:06pm] |
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GladysI didn't know what to do or say when I walked in there and saw them together. Even if he would like to tell you otherwise I had never thought of myself as a doormat; the kind of woman who lets her man cheat on her inconsequentially because there are other good things to look forward to, or children to look out for, or fear of confrontation. And I sure didn't feel like changing my ways at that moment. If going for the punch would be unwise, 'cause he could easily crack me in half if he felt so inclined, I didn't exactly stay for tea. Hell, I didn't even say a word. It wasn't until later, sitin' at my friend Maria's table that everything clicked into place. "Why don't you pay someone to send him a message?", she suggested. Instead, I paid someone to sell me the message. And I delivered it myself. It was an accident, you see, "Women and guns shouldn't mix", he always said. Rest In Pieces, Irving. She's not sorry.Scenes • OOC • Mods
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