Notes: So, um. Talked about this in the Shoutbox, got urged to post it. I'll probably regret posting this. So here goes nothing. Post-apocalyptic, sci-fi, adventure, dystopian version of MyVMK.
Preface
The city had been desolated for years, the ruins of something that had once been great. She had never ventured into this place before, of course, but had heard of its’ vast legends. In fact, she had heard of this city for so long, that it no longer seemed like merely a city – it was more so a kingdom that had fallen into a dilapidated state half a century ago. It was in all the history books, in the whispers of those whose families once lived here, in the murmurs that became abuzz when rumors that an unknown entity had resurrected the place, given it a new look, trying in vain to bring back a community that had disappeared so long ago.
Slowly, she unclasped the hood of her cloak, letting herself no longer be hidden. The short girl knew that once she entered this city, she could no longer wear the outfit she had worn for so long, having found it in the cobbled markets that seemed like an entire planet away from here. There were outfits, regulated, circulated throughout the utopian’s three centuries of prosperity. Though she had seen Holograms of them, she had yet to actually wear them.
The entrance had been given a fresh coat of paint in the past year, though there were still small patches of desaturated colors, which had originally been brighter in hue. Tentatively, the girl stepped up to the gates, wondering what pulled her to this place in an almost hypnotic trance. She bit her bottom lip, seeing flakes of rust coat the iron, gaining a glimpse of what was on the inside; several people milled about in what she knew was to be called the Esplanade. Lights glowed in the distance, a million colors that she couldn't name; the banter of many creating an odd soundtrack against music that drifted through the Kingdom constantly.
She saw benches on the inside. She was weary, incredibly so; the lethargy of her body jolted her to the realization that she had, indeed, traversed so far away from her hometown. It'd taken weeks, the only map she had the directions she prayed had been right from strangers on dusty roads and almost-abandoned general shops. She was filthy, dirt coating her pants, her cloak tattered and frayed at its' black ends. She knew that the clothes issued to her would look garish and awful, but at the least, she would have something decent to wear.
"Hello?" She said, her voice almost a whisper, high-pitched, hoarse from days of not being used. Coughing into her sleeve, she waited for a reply.
Eventually, it came. “Hello,” said a robotic voice from deep inside a ticket stand, “And welcome to the Virtual Magic Kingdom, where all your Disney dreams come true! Before we begin your journey inside, we will need a few basic inquires filled, so we can get an accurate representation of who you are; you'll also need to fill out your Identification Card. First off, what is the alias you choose to go by? You can always choose your birth name!”
Now she knew how old this place truly was. Most technological updates had automatically scanned the bar code tattoo located on the left shoulder of a male (the right shoulder for a female).
Taking a small breath, she looked directly ahead of her, and replied: “Blacksong. I wish to be known as Blacksong here.”
Preface
The city had been desolated for years, the ruins of something that had once been great. She had never ventured into this place before, of course, but had heard of its’ vast legends. In fact, she had heard of this city for so long, that it no longer seemed like merely a city – it was more so a kingdom that had fallen into a dilapidated state half a century ago. It was in all the history books, in the whispers of those whose families once lived here, in the murmurs that became abuzz when rumors that an unknown entity had resurrected the place, given it a new look, trying in vain to bring back a community that had disappeared so long ago.
Slowly, she unclasped the hood of her cloak, letting herself no longer be hidden. The short girl knew that once she entered this city, she could no longer wear the outfit she had worn for so long, having found it in the cobbled markets that seemed like an entire planet away from here. There were outfits, regulated, circulated throughout the utopian’s three centuries of prosperity. Though she had seen Holograms of them, she had yet to actually wear them.
The entrance had been given a fresh coat of paint in the past year, though there were still small patches of desaturated colors, which had originally been brighter in hue. Tentatively, the girl stepped up to the gates, wondering what pulled her to this place in an almost hypnotic trance. She bit her bottom lip, seeing flakes of rust coat the iron, gaining a glimpse of what was on the inside; several people milled about in what she knew was to be called the Esplanade. Lights glowed in the distance, a million colors that she couldn't name; the banter of many creating an odd soundtrack against music that drifted through the Kingdom constantly.
She saw benches on the inside. She was weary, incredibly so; the lethargy of her body jolted her to the realization that she had, indeed, traversed so far away from her hometown. It'd taken weeks, the only map she had the directions she prayed had been right from strangers on dusty roads and almost-abandoned general shops. She was filthy, dirt coating her pants, her cloak tattered and frayed at its' black ends. She knew that the clothes issued to her would look garish and awful, but at the least, she would have something decent to wear.
"Hello?" She said, her voice almost a whisper, high-pitched, hoarse from days of not being used. Coughing into her sleeve, she waited for a reply.
Eventually, it came. “Hello,” said a robotic voice from deep inside a ticket stand, “And welcome to the Virtual Magic Kingdom, where all your Disney dreams come true! Before we begin your journey inside, we will need a few basic inquires filled, so we can get an accurate representation of who you are; you'll also need to fill out your Identification Card. First off, what is the alias you choose to go by? You can always choose your birth name!”
Now she knew how old this place truly was. Most technological updates had automatically scanned the bar code tattoo located on the left shoulder of a male (the right shoulder for a female).
Taking a small breath, she looked directly ahead of her, and replied: “Blacksong. I wish to be known as Blacksong here.”
let's add some other players!
