So cold in here...
Eat. Eat. Eat. Eat. Turn left. Eat. Eat.
Oh my god, a ghost! Turn around, quickly. Heart rate increasing now. Need to find it.... Where is it?
Ahhhh ... pure energy!
REVENGE IS MINE!!!!!!!
MatrixCubed
http://MatrixCubed.cjb.net
dont name u'r fav game
In this mystical land, humans, orcs, undead and dragons all coexist together. Not necessarily peacefully, but with agenda of their own.
Even within each group there are those who individuate themselves and serve agenda completely different from their majority. The humans in particular possess many such factions, the worst of which is a secretive society to the south that operates very much by way of cloak and dagger.
It''s been an interesting time since the new power source was discovered from an ancient burial dig. The humans have taken quite an interest in it. The scholars believe it is from a time when magic was first introduced to the world. Since then, magic has been experimented with and used to help whoever uses it be more successful. According to this item, the scholars say, it was first intended to control the land and weather. But those with more greater ambitions (to use a term loosely) modified the magic into weaponry to dominate, frighten and control others. And from that spawned many schools of magic for many different uses.
According to this recent discovery, these experimentations are actually perversions against the original intent of the gift. Along with it comes clues of a greater power that can restore a more complete sense of peace and coexistence to the region. This has become a subject of great interest to a great many people. But there are those who aren''t so welcoming to change.
The orcs still ravage their neighboring lands, completely oblivious to the gains that can be had. They hate their neighboring races and claim that they are avenging their own oppression.
The great undead mage Xerxes sends his agents out to watch the affairs of the more powerful men of the larger cities, to look for opportunities for taking advantage of their decisions or loopholes in the language they speak towards other lands. Then he can send his agents to masquerade and twist the original intent.
The great dragon watches from the mountains, and lives at the edge of the world, offering advice to those brave enough to find his abode.
And I, a great mage in my own right, as some would say, have been placed here to observe and assist where necessary. I say placed here only because I know that I am from somewhere else, and some unknown wisdom asks me to watch over the land. It is a frightening prospect, if you think about it, to be aware that you came from somewhere else, not knowing what you were or what life you were living, to suddenly, in a manner of speaking, end up here. Even though I have adapted to this life, as I have done from the beginning, as all do with their own (and do it well and happily if they are fortunate), I cannot help but wonder if there is some other place for me, some other task I was intended to perform... I must be careful, which whispering voices I entertain.
Even within each group there are those who individuate themselves and serve agenda completely different from their majority. The humans in particular possess many such factions, the worst of which is a secretive society to the south that operates very much by way of cloak and dagger.
It''s been an interesting time since the new power source was discovered from an ancient burial dig. The humans have taken quite an interest in it. The scholars believe it is from a time when magic was first introduced to the world. Since then, magic has been experimented with and used to help whoever uses it be more successful. According to this item, the scholars say, it was first intended to control the land and weather. But those with more greater ambitions (to use a term loosely) modified the magic into weaponry to dominate, frighten and control others. And from that spawned many schools of magic for many different uses.
According to this recent discovery, these experimentations are actually perversions against the original intent of the gift. Along with it comes clues of a greater power that can restore a more complete sense of peace and coexistence to the region. This has become a subject of great interest to a great many people. But there are those who aren''t so welcoming to change.
The orcs still ravage their neighboring lands, completely oblivious to the gains that can be had. They hate their neighboring races and claim that they are avenging their own oppression.
The great undead mage Xerxes sends his agents out to watch the affairs of the more powerful men of the larger cities, to look for opportunities for taking advantage of their decisions or loopholes in the language they speak towards other lands. Then he can send his agents to masquerade and twist the original intent.
The great dragon watches from the mountains, and lives at the edge of the world, offering advice to those brave enough to find his abode.
And I, a great mage in my own right, as some would say, have been placed here to observe and assist where necessary. I say placed here only because I know that I am from somewhere else, and some unknown wisdom asks me to watch over the land. It is a frightening prospect, if you think about it, to be aware that you came from somewhere else, not knowing what you were or what life you were living, to suddenly, in a manner of speaking, end up here. Even though I have adapted to this life, as I have done from the beginning, as all do with their own (and do it well and happily if they are fortunate), I cannot help but wonder if there is some other place for me, some other task I was intended to perform... I must be careful, which whispering voices I entertain.
Is it just me, or are most of you guys using existing games? I thought that we were supposed to describe a situation that would make an awesome game, but then, I'll admit to minor confusion.
Confident in my abilities, I stride towards the porticullus that blocks my path. Beyond, I see dozens of soldiers, laughing, jeering at the site of a lone man walking calmly towards the gates.
Soon, they shall know utter terror realized.
Channeling elemental forces, I draw upon the strong hatred in the area to blast apart the gates, and begin combing the area with walls of fire, careful not to use the part of my powers allocated to maintaining the powerful invisible barrier that keeps me alive. They charge me, terrified now, and baffled, but I calmly continue to pour sheets of flame down upon their homes, while my avatars, fragments of my soul given corporeal form, hold them back. My work eventually done, I bring my senses back to my body to find that I am surrounded by a massive group of soldiers, the last of my badly wounded avatars perishing by the enemies' blades. I blast them with still more fire, destroying one with every mild sheet of flame, but still they attack, a hail of arrows disturbing the integrity of my delicate shield. I manage to defeat them all, but my shield is collapsing. Spiritually wounded by the deaths of my avatars, I struggle off the field, escaping to smite the infidels another day. More armies shall fall to my power, and justice shall be mine.
Heh. I wish. Playing an uber-powerful evil mage would just be too good to be true, though.
[edited by - DuranStrife on March 25, 2003 10:31:23 AM]
Confident in my abilities, I stride towards the porticullus that blocks my path. Beyond, I see dozens of soldiers, laughing, jeering at the site of a lone man walking calmly towards the gates.
Soon, they shall know utter terror realized.
Channeling elemental forces, I draw upon the strong hatred in the area to blast apart the gates, and begin combing the area with walls of fire, careful not to use the part of my powers allocated to maintaining the powerful invisible barrier that keeps me alive. They charge me, terrified now, and baffled, but I calmly continue to pour sheets of flame down upon their homes, while my avatars, fragments of my soul given corporeal form, hold them back. My work eventually done, I bring my senses back to my body to find that I am surrounded by a massive group of soldiers, the last of my badly wounded avatars perishing by the enemies' blades. I blast them with still more fire, destroying one with every mild sheet of flame, but still they attack, a hail of arrows disturbing the integrity of my delicate shield. I manage to defeat them all, but my shield is collapsing. Spiritually wounded by the deaths of my avatars, I struggle off the field, escaping to smite the infidels another day. More armies shall fall to my power, and justice shall be mine.
Heh. I wish. Playing an uber-powerful evil mage would just be too good to be true, though.
[edited by - DuranStrife on March 25, 2003 10:31:23 AM]
Most of my posts here are from game ideas I've had, or story concepts I would like to see expressed. ONE of my posts was from a game I played *cough* VENUS *cough*
I round the mountain in my craft. There's a lot of chatter on the radio. People are yelling about what they are seeing, and command is telling everyone to stay focussed and calm.
Finally what the rest of them have seen comes into view - A gigantic vortex suspended in the air. The mountains just END there. Nothing but sky. A man walking would fall forever.
Ahead of me I see transport craft and fighter jets all wavering back and forth against the canvas of the spinning mists.
Command's voice comes on through my headset. "We want you to head TOWARD the anomaly."
"YOU CALL THAT AN ANOMALY???" one pilot yells through his comm.
I hear the humm of a passing transport ship, along with two fighter escorts, deepening the sense that we really are going into this thing.
I really have no idea what command's idea is about this, but I'm just a soldier in this war, and I know we have to stick together. Still, there is that doubt I have of going down a raging river as everyone else is, blindly following the flow. Does this river end in calm waters where we can get our bearings, or does it end in a waterfall that we can't see until it's too late?
[edited by - Waverider on March 25, 2003 11:02:35 AM]
I round the mountain in my craft. There's a lot of chatter on the radio. People are yelling about what they are seeing, and command is telling everyone to stay focussed and calm.
Finally what the rest of them have seen comes into view - A gigantic vortex suspended in the air. The mountains just END there. Nothing but sky. A man walking would fall forever.
Ahead of me I see transport craft and fighter jets all wavering back and forth against the canvas of the spinning mists.
Command's voice comes on through my headset. "We want you to head TOWARD the anomaly."
"YOU CALL THAT AN ANOMALY???" one pilot yells through his comm.
I hear the humm of a passing transport ship, along with two fighter escorts, deepening the sense that we really are going into this thing.
I really have no idea what command's idea is about this, but I'm just a soldier in this war, and I know we have to stick together. Still, there is that doubt I have of going down a raging river as everyone else is, blindly following the flow. Does this river end in calm waters where we can get our bearings, or does it end in a waterfall that we can't see until it's too late?
[edited by - Waverider on March 25, 2003 11:02:35 AM]
This world tears at my heart. I don''t belong here. I belong at home, with my little girl and my wife.
But I know I''ll never see them again. I''m trapped here, on this planet the others like me call Terrasi. Terror, I call it -- I''ve seen terrible beasts larger than elephants that hunt men down and rip them to shreds. I''ve seen creatures the size of housecats that are intelligent enough to attack our villages in mass formations, coordinating their efforts like military generals.
The others call this world beautiful. They say its oceans are diamond blue, they say the sky is silver. They call the two suns Great and the moon Royal Purple. And they all say there is a strange power here; some even call it magic. To me this planet is red with human blood and sacrifice. To me, the only power is the power to destroy, to cause sadness, to cause pain. I call this world Death, for I will die here, and every moment between now and then I will suffer in my grief.
The Rift is my enemy. It brought me here. God as my witness, I will destroy it.
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Brian Lacy
ForeverDream Studios
Comments? Questions? Curious?
brian@foreverdreamstudios.com
"I create. Therefore I am."
But I know I''ll never see them again. I''m trapped here, on this planet the others like me call Terrasi. Terror, I call it -- I''ve seen terrible beasts larger than elephants that hunt men down and rip them to shreds. I''ve seen creatures the size of housecats that are intelligent enough to attack our villages in mass formations, coordinating their efforts like military generals.
The others call this world beautiful. They say its oceans are diamond blue, they say the sky is silver. They call the two suns Great and the moon Royal Purple. And they all say there is a strange power here; some even call it magic. To me this planet is red with human blood and sacrifice. To me, the only power is the power to destroy, to cause sadness, to cause pain. I call this world Death, for I will die here, and every moment between now and then I will suffer in my grief.
The Rift is my enemy. It brought me here. God as my witness, I will destroy it.
****************************************
Brian Lacy
ForeverDream Studios
Comments? Questions? Curious?
brian@foreverdreamstudios.com
"I create. Therefore I am."
This is an interesting exercise, I''ll play. 
Hmm, let''s see...
I believe it is the _Ars Amatoria_ which says ''technique avoids struggle''. I can tell I am really making progress in my journey to become an adult because I''m not just changing my sword and armor, I''m improving my self; improving my repitoire of technique. I can be a persuasive social butterfly or a bull-necked soldier, I can patiently unravel the Gordian knot, use my sword to behead the Sphynx so I don''t have to answer her damn riddle, shoplift that nice new equipment, and seduce the bad guy. I AM the McGuyver. I AM Gattsu the Centuryslayer. I AM Vash the Stampede. I AM the Guardian Angel of Love and Justice. The moral of the story depends on the means I choose to get to my ends, and the ends are the happy ending of my choice; probably involving getting married and founding a dynasty and probably not involving saving the world.
When I play alone I am not lonely, because the characters are so vivid and vibrant that it''s easy to care about them, and I am permitted and encouraged to do so. When I play with others I can chat and not worry about being efficient or keeping myself alive; I can share my artwork and music; I can show off my clothes and my very skin. This is the only game story flexible enough that I can play it through three times without being ready to throw it out a window. This is the only game story where when I daydream while playing, making meaning out of the whole cloth of the imagination, I can actually implement that meaning in my playing, shaping the story to fit my soul.
Hmm, let''s see...I believe it is the _Ars Amatoria_ which says ''technique avoids struggle''. I can tell I am really making progress in my journey to become an adult because I''m not just changing my sword and armor, I''m improving my self; improving my repitoire of technique. I can be a persuasive social butterfly or a bull-necked soldier, I can patiently unravel the Gordian knot, use my sword to behead the Sphynx so I don''t have to answer her damn riddle, shoplift that nice new equipment, and seduce the bad guy. I AM the McGuyver. I AM Gattsu the Centuryslayer. I AM Vash the Stampede. I AM the Guardian Angel of Love and Justice. The moral of the story depends on the means I choose to get to my ends, and the ends are the happy ending of my choice; probably involving getting married and founding a dynasty and probably not involving saving the world.
When I play alone I am not lonely, because the characters are so vivid and vibrant that it''s easy to care about them, and I am permitted and encouraged to do so. When I play with others I can chat and not worry about being efficient or keeping myself alive; I can share my artwork and music; I can show off my clothes and my very skin. This is the only game story flexible enough that I can play it through three times without being ready to throw it out a window. This is the only game story where when I daydream while playing, making meaning out of the whole cloth of the imagination, I can actually implement that meaning in my playing, shaping the story to fit my soul.
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