Post by Feather on Mar 22, 2009 19:53:57 GMT -5
T.O.U.C.H.D.O.W.N. C.I.T.Y.
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The Year : 2,875 AD
The Setting: The satellite city of Touchdown.
It has been several years since Rosswell and so called 'alien sightings.' Now all the ancient drawings of little green men and big eyed space invaders are laughed at, not because the very idea of aliens is ridiculous, in fact it is quite the opposite.
Aliens are old news. They walk the Earth besides us homo-sapiens, and none of them are little green "men."
In vivid contrast to the predictions of Nostradamus, and other apocalypse soothsayers, the earth hasn't been obliterated. It did not banish in a final destructive war, or die due to humanity's unending greed. Instead the Earth has turned into the universe's party planet. Bright solar lights dominate the scene. Casinos and bars light up the night with their levitating signs and flashing slot machines. The sound of lost dreams and wild parties echo through the night like a mad symphony.
Forests have been all but demolished to make room for the aliens pouring in, and strip-malls have been erected where the great redwoods once stood.
The Earth is now a giant web of satellite cities and it is on the largest that we set our stage. This place is known as Touchdown City and was created nearly four hundred years ago. It was there that we conducted our first meetings with our recently arrived extraterrestrial friends, and allowed them sanctuary. The satellite is now the world's Las Vegas and is completely self sufficient. It has its own environments, plants, races, culture, and atmosphere.
Like anything else though, it has its secrets.
Underneath the bright lights, and beaming tourists, "Touchdown City" has a darker side. One that is filled with illegal experiments and horrid crimes against all races. It not some shady society that started these horrors, but our own people, the "generous" homo-sapiens.
"Society for Alien Integration Created" [[2,450 AD]]
The society was originally created to help aliens integrate into our culture, and to promote friendship between all species. What a crock of bull shit. Instead of helping their 'friends' and fellow creatures to adapt, the society now cuts them up into little pieces for the sake of human evolution. The humans want one thing: power. We want to have everything that makes the aliens special, their abilities to read minds, to control the elements, breathe beneath the ocean waves, and more.
It should be ours. Don't we deserve it for all the help we have given them?
What is technology, friendship, and interstellar travel when compared to the bounties of alien power?
Earth wants it and will stop at no ends to take it.
The aliens don’t see it yet. They do not notice their letters laying unopened in mailboxes, and the buzz of monitored phone lines.
A few intelligent individuals have mentioned the subject, but are crushed beneath politcal protests from the all powerful council of six. .
What is the council? Allow me to introduce another player. The six main species of Touchdown are each represented on Earth. They control Touchdown.
These six officials [usually elected] monitor the wellbeing of their brethren, and are supposed to promote it. Instead, they promote the lining of their own pockets. As long as it isn't them, who cares about the gambling fool who had his throat slit for science?
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Criminals, and distant galactic wars provide a nice backdrop for our dear Touchdown. When coupled with the wild monsters that occasionally migrate toward the satellite, you are in for one hell of a ride my friend.
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Many are too drunk to notice . .
When the less advanced species are treated like zoo animals.
When millions disappear into underground laboratories....
However, many is not all.....
Too intoxicated with fun to see past their own eyelids . . .
Much less . . .
Beyond the stars.
[ Six all new species for you to play]
--- Please input command
-- ENTER PASSWORD: ********
-- WELCOME BACK ********
----- INITIATION PROCESS WILL NOW BEGIN
The Year : 2,875 AD
The Setting: The satellite city of Touchdown.
It has been several years since Rosswell and so called 'alien sightings.' Now all the ancient drawings of little green men and big eyed space invaders are laughed at, not because the very idea of aliens is ridiculous, in fact it is quite the opposite.
Aliens are old news. They walk the Earth besides us homo-sapiens, and none of them are little green "men."
In vivid contrast to the predictions of Nostradamus, and other apocalypse soothsayers, the earth hasn't been obliterated. It did not banish in a final destructive war, or die due to humanity's unending greed. Instead the Earth has turned into the universe's party planet. Bright solar lights dominate the scene. Casinos and bars light up the night with their levitating signs and flashing slot machines. The sound of lost dreams and wild parties echo through the night like a mad symphony.
Forests have been all but demolished to make room for the aliens pouring in, and strip-malls have been erected where the great redwoods once stood.
The Earth is now a giant web of satellite cities and it is on the largest that we set our stage. This place is known as Touchdown City and was created nearly four hundred years ago. It was there that we conducted our first meetings with our recently arrived extraterrestrial friends, and allowed them sanctuary. The satellite is now the world's Las Vegas and is completely self sufficient. It has its own environments, plants, races, culture, and atmosphere.
Like anything else though, it has its secrets.
Underneath the bright lights, and beaming tourists, "Touchdown City" has a darker side. One that is filled with illegal experiments and horrid crimes against all races. It not some shady society that started these horrors, but our own people, the "generous" homo-sapiens.
"Society for Alien Integration Created" [[2,450 AD]]
The society was originally created to help aliens integrate into our culture, and to promote friendship between all species. What a crock of bull shit. Instead of helping their 'friends' and fellow creatures to adapt, the society now cuts them up into little pieces for the sake of human evolution. The humans want one thing: power. We want to have everything that makes the aliens special, their abilities to read minds, to control the elements, breathe beneath the ocean waves, and more.
It should be ours. Don't we deserve it for all the help we have given them?
What is technology, friendship, and interstellar travel when compared to the bounties of alien power?
Earth wants it and will stop at no ends to take it.
The aliens don’t see it yet. They do not notice their letters laying unopened in mailboxes, and the buzz of monitored phone lines.
A few intelligent individuals have mentioned the subject, but are crushed beneath politcal protests from the all powerful council of six. .
What is the council? Allow me to introduce another player. The six main species of Touchdown are each represented on Earth. They control Touchdown.
These six officials [usually elected] monitor the wellbeing of their brethren, and are supposed to promote it. Instead, they promote the lining of their own pockets. As long as it isn't them, who cares about the gambling fool who had his throat slit for science?
--
Criminals, and distant galactic wars provide a nice backdrop for our dear Touchdown. When coupled with the wild monsters that occasionally migrate toward the satellite, you are in for one hell of a ride my friend.
--
Many are too drunk to notice . .
When the less advanced species are treated like zoo animals.
When millions disappear into underground laboratories....
However, many is not all.....
Too intoxicated with fun to see past their own eyelids . . .
Much less . . .
Beyond the stars.
[ Six all new species for you to play]