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[03 Jan 2013|02:22pm] |
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GENERATIONS |
One hundred and fifty years ago, the world was thrown into it’s third world war. Brothers fought against each other, women were left to fend for themselves and watch as their children and husbands were killed in battles that should have never been started. Only this time, nuclear weaponry was used. The effects made much of the land inhospitable, barren by radiation that killed just as quickly as the explosions that preceded the bombs.
In the years following, a new president was elected, a woman known as Helen Stark. She was a radical, she was ruthless, and she would shape the world as it is today. In her eight years as president, Stark stripped men of their rights and her final act before she was assassinated placed the shackles of slavery upon men in the forms of rings. Now more than one hundred years later, those shackles are still in place, women now rule what is left of the world but there are voices that are growing stronger with each passing generation. Voices that call for justice and equality, but most of all those voices call for freedom.
Welcome to Generations, a dystopian original character RPG where men are bound to serve and women reap the benefits.
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[03 Jan 2013|04:27pm] |
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HEAR YE, HEAR YE! The great lord, our King of Lyonesse, has died and now we are torn into civil discord between the Prince and his holy mother, the Queen! Ring the bells of holy Cathedrals and pray for your sons and daughters, young innocents, for they are who will suffer as the powerful play at war. GAME INFO º GAME º HOLDS |
Lyonesse is a nation who has fallen, recently, off the brink into the abyss of civil strife and war. Two sides face off against one another––brother against brother––for the person they favor for the crown. In addition to, there are dragons plaguing the people… sweeping across the fields and cities like plagues, only able to be brought down by an elite group of people known as the Dragonborn. Usually above the conquests of lesser men, the Dragonborn are unruled by any mortal… until now. With them on one side, the foe would fall within hours. The fate of an empire rests on your shoulders. |
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