Re: The Forever Tree/M&M2e
Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2018 10:06 am
Ever thought to re-start it over here?You'd have at least one original member.....
Where everything is possible.
http://echoesofthemultiverse.com/
Ever thought to re-start it over here?You'd have at least one original member.....
Nope. I have too many games going on in real life. I’ve got a Marvel FASERIP game every Tuesday, an M&M2e superheroic game (NOT set in the Forever Tree, but a much more traditional setting of my own design) every Thursday, and, depending on who can show up, either an ‘everything and the kitchen sink, too’ omni-genre Tri-Stat dX game OR an M&M2e epic fantasy game every Saturday. Yeah, my hands are full.
Wow,and i thought i ran alot of setting heavy games for GREED-E in real life!Hoid wrote: ↑Thu Mar 01, 2018 6:39 pm
Nope. I have too many games going on in real life. I’ve got a Marvel FASERIP game every Tuesday, an M&M2e superheroic game (NOT set in the Forever Tree, but a much more traditional setting of my own design) every Thursday, and, depending on who can show up, either an ‘everything and the kitchen sink, too’ omni-genre Tri-Stat dX game OR an M&M2e epic fantasy game every Saturday. Yeah, my hands are full.
Yahoo,we're getting Cthulu stuff now!Yimir's mild paranoia's pain off,thanks hoid!Hoid wrote: ↑Mon May 14, 2018 4:44 pm [The Infinite Roots (as a whole)]A message.
Your worlds are so... bright...that they are blinding to gaze upon. Your worlds have such abundance, so much life, that it is almost impossible to endure. We are not accustomed to such shining bounty. Sometimes...sometimes we forget who we are, staring up at your happiness. It can be infuriating to see others live such blessed lives, while we suffer here, below the floorboards of infinity.
We look up. We see you dancing and feasting and warring. You think your petty wars mean something. That your suffering is somehow unjust. You do not know what suffering is. But be at peace. For we will instruct you. You think giants falling from the sky or wars over petty genetic enhancements makes you... special. Elevated. Remarkable. You are mistaken.
We saw your little ship, come down to our murky depths. It’s crew lost their minds, seeing our lives, our sufferings. You made us curious. So...we looked up. And we saw you, up in your bright realm, with your amazing abundance and your trivially small tragedies. And we wept in raw envy at what we beheld.
We are no longer content to squat amidst ruins. We will no longer hibernate uneasily, unaware of the merriment echoing through your lush worlds, full of promise. You descended. Now we will ascend. You think your...imperiex...can save you. They cannot save you. We have broken gods watching over us, Majestoi who guide us with gibbering wisdom ripped from the half-formed souls of smashed worlds, dead before their time. They will awaken, and lift us up through the misty place of your dead and up into paradise. We will walk your shores and we will sample your lives and burn it all to the ground.
We are coming. Be ready.
This is a ‘response’, so to speak, from this. Sadly, it has nothing to do with the Cthulhu Mythos. And, as to the “Majestoi” mentioned by our mysteriously malevolent narrator, they’ve been mentioned in my imperiex writeup, here, but have yet to be explained. However, each imperiex has a ‘inverted mirror image’ copy of themselves in the Infinite Roots—-these are the Majestoi! You’ll be hearing much more about the Majestoi as time goes on...MacynSnow wrote: ↑Mon May 14, 2018 5:31 pmYahoo,we're getting Cthulu stuff now!Yimir's mild paranoia's pain off,thanks hoid!Hoid wrote: ↑Mon May 14, 2018 4:44 pm [The Infinite Roots (as a whole)]A message.
Your worlds are so... bright...that they are blinding to gaze upon. Your worlds have such abundance, so much life, that it is almost impossible to endure. We are not accustomed to such shining bounty. Sometimes...sometimes we forget who we are, staring up at your happiness. It can be infuriating to see others live such blessed lives, while we suffer here, below the floorboards of infinity.
We look up. We see you dancing and feasting and warring. You think your petty wars mean something. That your suffering is somehow unjust. You do not know what suffering is. But be at peace. For we will instruct you. You think giants falling from the sky or wars over petty genetic enhancements makes you... special. Elevated. Remarkable. You are mistaken.
We saw your little ship, come down to our murky depths. It’s crew lost their minds, seeing our lives, our sufferings. You made us curious. So...we looked up. And we saw you, up in your bright realm, with your amazing abundance and your trivially small tragedies. And we wept in raw envy at what we beheld.
We are no longer content to squat amidst ruins. We will no longer hibernate uneasily, unaware of the merriment echoing through your lush worlds, full of promise. You descended. Now we will ascend. You think your...imperiex...can save you. They cannot save you. We have broken gods watching over us, Majestoi who guide us with gibbering wisdom ripped from the half-formed souls of smashed worlds, dead before their time. They will awaken, and lift us up through the misty place of your dead and up into paradise. We will walk your shores and we will sample your lives and burn it all to the ground.
We are coming. Be ready.
Well, ‘Jason’ was once a very important person, multiversally-speaking, buuuut, like Icarus, he flew too close to the sun and his wings melted off. Unlike Icarus, however, when Jason plunged into the sea, a metaphorical tsunami erupted that sank most of his realm. He’s been hiding and licking his wounds, ever since.