- Jan 20, 2004
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Plot: very much a cyberpunk type story, this is set in the future of an alternate reality, where magic is real, and magical energy is called onima. Technology uses electricity and onima equally much, and interesting things come from onima. Onima is generated by living things, so every machine with onima energy is powered by some kind of life. Cyberpunk is a type of dismal, super-capitalist genre where corporations have taken over the world, and in this region, one called OnTech is most prevalent. Think everything that is done by a government, now it's done by corporations.
Rules:Yes, we can use weird funky powers, though I'd like you to run them by me first, email me I guess. Exciteman2vahn@aol.com. I'm trying to keep this at least a little serious, so if anyone picks this up and wants to make it really funny, no offense, please don't.
The alleyway was dark, and the rain came down in sheets. The garbage stunk of decaying food and something akin to diapers. My stomach used to wretch at the aroma, but it's grown used to it now. I looked up from the pile of trash I was digging through: my home. A siren in the distance pierced the air, and an onima police car rushed by the opening of my hovel of an alleyway, sending panic-driven chills down my spine. As the sound died, I relaxed, and went back to my pile.
Rules:Yes, we can use weird funky powers, though I'd like you to run them by me first, email me I guess. Exciteman2vahn@aol.com. I'm trying to keep this at least a little serious, so if anyone picks this up and wants to make it really funny, no offense, please don't.
The alleyway was dark, and the rain came down in sheets. The garbage stunk of decaying food and something akin to diapers. My stomach used to wretch at the aroma, but it's grown used to it now. I looked up from the pile of trash I was digging through: my home. A siren in the distance pierced the air, and an onima police car rushed by the opening of my hovel of an alleyway, sending panic-driven chills down my spine. As the sound died, I relaxed, and went back to my pile.
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