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discedo_ooc2011-11-21 02:46 pm
coniurati) wrote in discedo_ooc2011-11-21 02:46 pm
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Event + Item Rain
On Wednesday the 23rd the scientists will have a message for all of you in Fortuna. You see... they'd like to do something nice for you, but- you're all just not earning your keep. But that's okay, they'll help you out.
Starting at noon on Wednesday characters will begin to feel the gnawing of an insatiable hunger. What sort of hunger this is? Well, that's a personal matter...
Your hunger over the next few days will come in one of seven familiar flavors:
Lust- Whatever it is, there's something physical you can't get enough of. Maybe it's baseball. Maybe it's someone else...
Gluttony- There is something so sweet you can't stop coming back to it. Burgers? Or maybe you're getting high off the thrill of punishment. Be careful with your indulgence.
Avarice- You want it. All of it. Maybe it's all the chairs in this damn place. Maybe you're going crazy without a quantifying cash system to prove just how much more you have than everyone else- try to survive.
Sloth- Can anyone around here be bothered to do anything? Or maybe just to care, empathy is such a waste. Whatever the case is you're taking a vacation. Someone call you when this damn experiment's over.
Wrath- Those little quirks of others that get under your skin from months stuck with the same people or it could be you've had it, all these senseless injustices against you by this place-! You just can't hold it in anymore! Scream, curse, break things, whatever it takes to make the world know you are not okay. Give all those feelings a voice.
Envy- Ever felt inadequate? Or maybe you just think you deserve more. Those things others have. Physical. Intangible. It doesn't matter whether it's skills or looks or friends or brains- why can't you have those things? That one nagging little question: why?
Pride- The hardest one. How can you quantify this? The fact is: you can't. Because you know you're absolute. You work harder than everyone else. You look better. Your results aren't even in the same class as the rest. And somehow? You can't get enough of knowing this. Try not to grind any bystanders into the dust on your way to the top.
Whatever hunger your character is afflicted with can be as specific or general as you wish. Maybe they really do just need to own every chair in Discedo. Or maybe they won't be satisfied until they know they're better than everybody (that could take a while huh?). Silly, serious, in-between, whatever the case effects will build over the 23rd and the 24th before becoming undeniable by all, but the strongest wills on the 25th and 26th.
The event will end at 12:01 AM Sunday November 27th. There'll be a second scientist post that day and characters will wake up with (up to) two items. Are the scientists trying to buy your complacency for little stunts like this? Who knows... But it's best to take what you can get.
| That's right this is an official Item Rain |
| +You may request anything for your character on this post (mods will approve requests as we get to them) +You may request up to 2 items +Items can be general items (such as food or developer for photographs) or items from home (such as specific clothes or weapons) +Characters won't get anything living (so pets are out this round though there will be chances for those interested to regain them in the future) |
As usual all questions/concerns/etc can be asked on this post!
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As for Philippe, he will certainly be getting wrath, and in doing such, he will be acting like his twin brother, Louis, the evil Louis I think.
As for item rains, if England could get the Magus (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Magus_%28handbook%29) and perhaps Hamlet, it would be much appreciated. He won't be able to use the grimoire until his chip is out, though.
For Philippe, he doesn't really have many wants. But it would be interesting to have him get his father's sword, and that's it really.
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rum and power
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The monarchy no longer has sway with France.
Therefore, you are mine.
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We will all be judged before God for our sins. And to defy the King ordained by God will guarantee such an insignificant subordinate such as yourself a place in Hell. Not just any place, but in the company of Judas himself, in the company of betrayers, of the disloyal and the dishonest.
Disobey me, and reveal yourself to be little more than a treacherous problem to the King, to the Crown and to France.
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Je suis France.
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Nor does it negate the reality of my existence, or my power, and the fact that without me, you are not France. I am the state. You are nothing.
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Oh!
And let us not forget that should the king die, should there be no king, the nation still stands. It is the identity of the land and its people that give rise to us, our economies, our states and leaders. We are a product of our citizens standing together as one. We are those who live centuries before their leaders and long after their bones have turned to dust.
You are the helm, Majesty, that steers the ship, which is the people. I am the compass, lasting longer than the crew, longer than the rudder which can be destroyed, can decay. I am France, tied forever and always to my people, my lands, my economy, my culture. You are only one passing thing, one passing moment that occurs after many and many will proceed you.
These things, Your Majesty, I humbly suggest you consider them.
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You may outlive me, and you may be all that is France and all that I control, but you are just that; a think to be controlled. I am not the helm, but the Captain, and you are not a compass, but the ship itself. Magnificent, awe inspiring and grandiose in its splendor, but that is all you are: a tool to be manipulated by the people who reside within you.
I am a passive moment of absolute power, to be immortalized in Heaven as a divine ruler of one of the greatest kingdoms to have ever existed.
You already are immortalized, though cursed and without a soul to serve the whims of the men who control you, without power or say in how your affairs are to continue, or if you are to continue at all. You are not only powerless, but purposeless until someone provides you with purpose.
Indeed you are correct in humbly suggesting anything, dear country, as you are nothing but a soulless object to be manipulated by the will of men. And where I am from, by me.
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A nation can turn himself against the so-called captain. A nation can direct himself on the path when he and his people no longer have use for the state so rotten to its core.
I am far from powerless, I am the heart and soul of France, I am that nation. Francis Bonnefoy as he lives and breathes carries every wound, scar, every triumph and glory; there is far more than power to speak of within me.
Mon chere, I stand free, as I always have; a nation in the guise of the flesh of man. Test me, see what comes of it. The country you lead is long since above bending to the whims of one.
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