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an old-school town pb game set in providence, ri.
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[12 Feb 2012|09:04am] |
| Dystopia Rising |
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"The Universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes—very rarely—impossible things just happen and we call them miracles"
Time can be rewritten. Until now its just been a motto, a way for the Doctor to calm his companions, a saying in the back of everyones minds when they happen glance up-just briefly-at the sky as if expecting someting out of the ordinary.As if waiting for something, or someone, to come save them.
Time canbe rewritten.
So what if it really could be?
"A restoration field powered by an exploding TARDIS.Happening at every moment in history."
At first, nobody thought it would work. A burning TARDIS in the middle the Pandorica. Transfering restoration light across the entire galaxy. Every world, every planet, every parallel world. No, nobody thought it such a thing would actually work. Let alone the Doctor himself. Trapped in a perpetual rewind, seemingly forever, a time loop of everything he'd ever done, ever said. Every place he'd ever visited, every companion.
But what if his plan worked a little too well?
"People fall out of the world sometimes but they always leave traces. Little things we can't quite account for. Faces in photographs. Luggage. Half-eaten meals. Rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered it can come back"
It wasn't meant for him to survive. The entire universe had convulsed thanks to the Doctors meddling, and it had meant to erase him from existance. As if he'd never been born. Lost, forgotten throughout time. 900 years of helping people, erased in a mere second.
But his destruction didn't go entirely as planned.
It started off as a story, a whisper of a man who'd saved the world. Dreams, half memorys that were forgotten as instantly as they were thought up. Soon enough however it spread like wildfire, in pictures and bedside stories mothers told to their children with no reason why. A small glitch in time.Snatches of dreams in the middle of the night. A big blue box in the very middle of them.
But where the universe only needed one person to remember? The Doctor got 7.
Were all storys in the end, just make it a good one aye? Cause it was yaknow. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well I borrowed it, I was always gonna take it back. Oh that box. You'll dream about that box. It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time,brand new and ancient and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had aye?Would have had. Never had. In your dreams I'll still be there.And the days that never came."
When he'd emerged, the world was not as he had expected. Time Lines were in chaos. The universe, in an effort to deal with the healing light of the pandorica and the wish of 7 very determined companions, had erased its mistakes. Scrapped every single moment of victory in an effort to learn from its mistakes. Leaving the Doctor to start over entirely.
What will you do with a new life? A chance to start over? Will you choose the same road or will you make a new one?The most important question, however, had yet to be answered.
What happens when time is rewritten?
Dystopia Rising is a Doctor Who Roleplay
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