I wasn't a historian by training, it was just a hobby really. Sure, I voraciously read anything I could about any epoch, past, present, and even tried to guess at the future, but that doesn't make me a real historian. I thought about how things would have been different if I had followed my dream instead of the money and majored in some sort of archaeological/anthropological field instead of thinking about a paycheck.
I had been having a rough time of it at work for the past 6 or so years and was growing increasingly frustrated. I'm not even sure about how little I was sleeping and how much I had been drinking when I had a...dream. In it I was sitting at my computer, as usual, probably spewing bile and hate in all directions, futilely trying to work out my own issues when a sudden blast was heard from outside. My lights and A/C immediately went out...but my computer remained on.
An icon popped up, it just said, "Connecting..." I had no idea what it could be connecting to but I had to find out. A handsome dude, with a winged cap, appeared on the screen.
Mortal, I have a message for you, of an Age lost to man, but not to the Gods. You have been chosen. Study this tale carefully. Spread it as far and as wide as you can. Do not fail in this task.
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I woke up under my desk with a pounding headache. It was like a hangover, but far worse. The dream words were written into my brain with a pen of fire. I closed my eyes and saw the message. I banged my head against the wall. It was still there.
I stared at my computer, it was quite off and cold to the touch. I showered, then I puked, and then I brushed my teeth
As I walked my dog I found a dime...
I hurried back to my apartment and hit the power button on my comp. It instantly spring to life. The desktop was cluttered icons of scrolls or something. I clicked one at random and for a split second I couldn't make it out...then I felt something shift in my head and my nose started bleeding. Shit, I could now read ancient Greek. I couldn't remember my favorite color anymore, but yeah, new language acquired...
Phalla was a small village and long time ally of Thought. Some have even said that Phalla was placed by the Gods themselves to protect Thought in its hour of greatest need. That time had arrived at last.
Action and Thought had an uneasy relationship. Action's hoplites were feared and admired throughout the world. Thought's wealth and her ships were the envy of all. When the Great King of the East and his sons dared to tread on Phallenic soil, Action and Thought put aside their differences and rallied the Phallenes for just battle.
The men of Action trained for the greatest and most heroic land war. Their kings were said to have sprung whole from the blood of Ares, spilled in some long forgotten battle. Action quickly decided to engage the Great King head-on. The Armies were marshalled and the women were told to be strong for the boys that were not yet men of Action.
Meanwhile, the men and women of Thought pondered the looming invasion. "Wait a moment", the Wise Ones said. "The Golden King and his countless soldiers will have to cross the waters over which we hold dominion. Does it not make more sense to engage him at sea rather than on land?" A vote was cast and Thought prepared her Fleets.
Action was left with a sheathed sword as the barbarian ships were spintered upon Thought's rams.
More wealth and power soon followed for Thought. With these things came the dream, then the reality of an empire. The Debatian League was established and soon true discourse was outlawed from the land.
Action knew that if it did not act with haste that all Phallenic cities would be ground down beneath Thought's cultured heel. The Armies were again sent on the march and allies were found among the resentful members of the League. Action had finally found its chance for glory and slavered at the smell of Thought's wounds.
Thought suffered from plague, famine, and disaster as it paid in blood and suffering for its hubris. The Wise Ones gathered again. "Oh Gods, we are terribly foolish and know what must come but please grant us one last favor and allow us the chance to spread our ideas before Action sets ablaze all that we have built." All the statues of Pallas Athena moved as one. With a piercing gaze they pointed west to Phalla, a village strategically located that had the misfortune of being the most loyal of allies to a foolish empire.
A runner was sent carrying a terse message. "Phalla, you must delay our doom as best as you can. There is no hope for your surivival, or of Thought's...This is of no concern. We did not win the Gods' favor in the past due to our coins or because of our fine buildings. Our dreams and our ideas are what separate us from all other Phallenes and such things can slip through the tightest grasp.
Beware of traitors and spies. They are among you. Engage in lively debate and discussion. When all is said, fulfill your duty and cast a vote. Athena is watching over us and Her eyes have never been brighter."
What had once been my computer no longer responded to my touch. I took my dog over to a friend's place, not wanting him to share in whatever Hell or Hades I had been thrust into.
I crept back into my apartment, wary of further signs/omens as another trickle of blood slipped from my nostril.
I Thought aloud,
"Alright! It's Saturday night, I have no date, a two-litre bottle of Shasta and my all-Rush mix tape. Let's rock!"
-Participate and vote.
-There will be special roles.
-Vote in red and bold such as:
I !vote Socrates for execution
-The Dead do Not Speak in this Thread...Seriously...ok, just one ooooh
, but that's it.
-Do not use anonymous forms of contact to message people. This will be severely frowned upon. It is uncool and chickenshit.
-If you are a special and if I was too vague, ask me for clarification. If I meant for you to know something, but overlooked it, I'll get back to you ASAP.
-Honor the Gods.
If you change your mind about a vote, please do your best to go back and edit it, failing that at least say you changed your vote in your last vote post. I might get pissed off if my tally is off because somebody dicked around too much.
Voting ends 9 pm CST every night unless I change it on a whim. Specials must get their special ability PM to me by that time as well. I have arranged for one backup narrator at the moment, just in case this drives me insane.
Official game start is Tomorrow/February 7th at 8 am CST
. PMs are being sent out today and tonight. If you do not get one by game start, let me know by PM.
too damn thugly
- Murdered villager
- Villager, struck down for jackassery
- Bew Bew Bew
- All sorts of particles
- Way to play
- Villager, murdered by Action
- Villager, mudered by Action
- Villager, Angered the Gods
- Changed by the Gods
Day II Interlude
Day and Night III