Oh Marvelous Mod (ohmarvelousmod) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2013-10-30 23:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !closed, z: om1: character: cassie lang, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: kate bishop |
This god thrived on blood and fear.
Characters: Everybody!
Setting: Everywhere!
Content: Everything!
Summary: This god requires sacrifice and you're it
Notes: Okay so, here's the sitch. Go into your portal and play out your horror genre, hurrah! Either go in alone or go in with someone who'd be with you. Other 'main' characters can join you at any time if they want to (just assume that's where their portal spat them out), or you can be the sole main character and others can reply as your in-genre supporting cast.
The portal reappears to take you home as soon as you and your cast have brought your story to some kind of conclusion whether its killing off or capturing the killer, finding some way to defeat the aliens, surviving until dawn in the haunted house, getting through the zombie riddled streets to the safe zone or everybody dying- really however you want it to be. Assume that the return portal will still appear and suck you on in even if all the main characters die since that's the technical 'end' (if only one of them dies, the other/s need to make sure they take any corpses or severed limbs along with them to go back through the portal. If you die, you'll come back to life but anything else and you might want to seek out medical attention).
Even once you've returned home a new portal can appear to suck you right back into somewhere else, allowing for you to do as many or as few genres as you like. Assume that all portals spit out their players and completely disappear at midnight November 1st (this concept can also be used later as a save for any potential 'oh no, I forgot where we were going with this and we've been at it forever, but hey what a convenient way to finish!' moments). Basically, Kang turned off the t.v.
Since we didn't plan out too many story specifics ahead of time, feel free to start your own genre thread. Any questions, comments, or concerns can go into Halloween ooc post and further discussions of who wants to go where and plot can happen there. Have fun, and Happy Halloweeeeeen!
Somewhere, in a universe far far away, there was god that demanded sacrifice and entertainment. Unfortunately for the inhabitants of a little blue and green planet out in the middle of nowhere, their home would be the reaping ground. The god searched for a point on the planet of concentrated power and found it in a sprawling coastal city where many beings with strong energy congregated. This, he thought, must be an important place and as he was an important god it seemed only fitting that he would find his offerings here. As was his custome he studied their culture, learned what most terrified them, and began crafting his traps. This god thrived on blood and fear.
At midnight on October thirty-first strange energy portals opened up all over New York City. In homes, in stores, on street corners. Cursory investigations began and the news advised citizens to stay away from these anomalies- anyone who came too close was pulled in. To where, no one knew. Some people, afraid, avoided them and others, adventurous, dove in. If the curious got too close they found themselves falling, blacking out, waking in strange worlds but familiar situations. It would not take long to realize that this was a world they knew, but not their own world. This was a world inhabited by monsters, by , by evil men. These were worlds crafted from the depths of human imagination and nightmare, ancient folklore immortalized on film.
The brave and inventive would be allowed to make it out alive, their horror and their shed blood harvested. Others would not be so lucky. The god liked this world of human creatures with all their power, their myths, their innate fear of the things that went bump in the night. He reveled in their traditions; he'd chose this night in particular for its meaning. It amused him. He took on the form of an old legend, one of their old gods long dead, and put his spirit in many realms to watch, his little traps, as his tributes began to appear one by one. "Trick or treat," he murmured to himself, delighted at the phrase, and settled in to wait and to fead, ready for the harvest.