| East Empire: An Alternate Universe Panfandom RPG |
[10 Dec 2009|12:36pm] |
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W E L C O M E
East Empire is a panfandom pb-based alternate universe set in a semi-fictional modern day eastern coast of the United States, specifically New York City, New Jersey, and Washington DC. These three regions represent the three main aspects of the game for which the thrust of East Empire's larger story will depend: capitalism, crime, and government.
These three separate, but not always independent, regimes of American power are far-reaching, and spread as widely as the corners of the continent, sometimes even curling around the necks of countries most and least expected. Such powers of domination are encompassed in the game by the seedy underbelly of the mafia in Jersey to the floor of Congress in Washington as well as the sky-scraping towers of high finance in New York. Yet it is not only the Americans who hold American power. Russian spies, for instance, the KGB, as well as the Italian and Russian mafia all have their bases somewhere along the east coast. The game is an interplay of many powerful existences, functioning as one of these three classes of empires.
We welcome characters of all types from any fandom (game, movie, tv show, etc) and would love to see a variety of PBs. This game caters to all of the roleplayers out there who are curious about representing known characters and interacting them with others in a dramatic real-world-like setting. Being that this is heavily plot-based, the game will also encourage a great deal of out-of-character discussion.
Premise | Wanted | Helds/Taken |
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| Multi-fandom/community challenge RPG. |
[10 Dec 2009|06:48pm] |
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What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
And what if you just happened to be one of those things? Left to rot in Vegas… or what looks like Vegas, after all, but eventually it becomes clear to everyone caught here that this place is hardly familiar (despite first impressions). Perhaps you fell asleep and awoke here. Perhaps you were wounded. Perhaps you were being wrapped in Death’s cold embrace. All you know is that you woke up here with only your clothes on your back and your story, your memories. You seem to be completely unchanged, no worse for the wear, no better.
Of course, there are others. Others with the exact same explanation… which is none at all, perhaps because there is no explanation, no rhyme or reason to why you are here, no pattern or sense to it. Of course, you finally pose the lingering question, stare the elephant in the room right in the eyes and ask, “Has anyone just… gone home?” They laugh because you don’t know, and when they’ve had their fill, someone tells you;
“You think you can just go back to life the way it was? Seems right, doesn’t it? Just walk down the highway, back home. Hitch a ride. But this isn’t Vegas. There’s only us, the ones who woke up here.”
Someone else speaks. “We’ve all tried. You get to a certain point and just fall asleep.”
“You faint. You can’t help it. It feels like incredible pressure, everything starts spinning and you get tunnel vision. Your head hurts and it feels like a hundred needles all over until you’re on the ground, screaming, feels like your head’s being split open. You can still go back. But you take one more inch, you crawl and it’s lights out. You’re back in the city. The highway goes on for about two miles in each direction, it’s like some kind of trick.”
Then there’s silence because no one knows what else to say.
Eventually you realize that you’re not in Vegas because things keep happening. Inexplicable, sometimes terrible things, and you can’t decide what’s worse … the elements, the unexplained occurrences or the secrets? Others’ secrets. Perhaps you’re all here for a reason…you must be. You’re just not sure what it is yet… or if you’ll live to see it. It seems to get worse every day.
Welcome to Lost Vegas.
MODS | PREMISE | TAKEN/HELD/BANNED FANDOMS
RULES/FAQ | APPLICATION | QUESTIONS POST | LOST VEGAS LAYOUT | |
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