Guy of Z
Active member
10 Years post Time expatriation, several days after the Time Space collapse
With the fall of the Primordial God Unicron: A reality Warping Blackhole is unleashed, rising from the bones of this mad primordial and threatening to consume both Cybertron and Earth! Triggered by the deathrows of the father of chaos a fissure in the fabric of reality was torn, bursting forth a doorway to the forty third millennium. A time of discordant atrophy and decay, where an imprisoned god lays entrapped on a throne of mottled dust and fear. Thrown to the winds by these concurrent cataclysms, our heroes and villains find themselves forced to create new alliances.
On Earth once united by threats both from within and without, disarray and discord has created a new era, one where jackals and predators and confidence men reign and their webs of deceit clutter all. Within the Shadows a displaced nation, devoured by bitterness and defeat collaborates with the alien menace, while my people the lamented, and benighted Cybertronians carry on a secret war of our own.
Yet, all seemed not to be lost, for heroes, paragons of their respective peoples rose to fill in the void and depravity and fought for a time, forging new coalitions and beating back the night for a time.
Yet, even the mightiest of champions may only hold back the night for long. As the roar of chaos blighted the multiverse, the baleful and bestial of many realities brought their sorrows and tribulations to all! A foolish conflict over something as primitive as an orbital elevator led to a calamity that somehow upset the delicate state of reality even further, in all my life I’ve seen nothing like it.
For the hubris of Kei Katsuragi and his civilizations, ceaseless vendetta against a rival faction's space elevator led to a convulsion across the cosmos that further upset and distorted creation.
On earth Two wayward factions have been tossed about to the side one a task force to counter an invasion force of Subterranean Reptiles called the Dinosaur Empire, and extra terrestrial beings dubbed the BETA. The violence of the time space collapse has left both sides scattered and broken. The Human defenders are left to flee from the vengeful remnants of the Dinosaurs forces.
The Second of these terran belligerents is a loose coalition of renegades and rogues working at the behest of shadowy carrion eaters of whose identity I remain in the dark. Their deeds have ranged from villainy to indirect heroism; their last battle with a surreal cult of worshippers of a terrestrial Feline predator has strained their trust in each other leaving them to disband much to their benefactors dismay. But deep in the jungles, in ruins of ancient temples, these cultists lick their wounds, beyond the reach of even my optical processors, they prepare for their second coming.
A third group comes as well and is perhaps, in the most harrowing of situations, buffeted by cataclysm these warriors were scattered, their original objective laying beyond their reach they soon found themselves at the mercy of Unicron’s former heralds. Scattered, confused and relentlessly pursued by the madmen of a dead god, they seek desperately to reunite and liberate those they once sought to rescue. But even now newcomers seek to advance on the hellish commune, some seek to bring salvation, the others damnation.
Reality is in a state of flux the likes of which I have never witnessed, not in nine billion years of life. Events have changed, some have been erased, origins and beings are different, history has been set and reset, as reality itself endures the agony of rehabilitation. Never have the stakes been greater, for gods are dying, gods are being born, men are now supermen and heroes and villains may soon find themselves interwoven into the cosmic hierarchy, opportunity for salvation and damnation, for fresh starts and the eternal entrapment of old grudges are now open to all...
Primus forgive me
I am Vector Prime, one of the thirteen. Right hand of primus and chronicler of all existence, time’s scribe. And I have failed in my mission to contain the paradox cascade.
But in my failure
There may yet be victory.
With the fall of the Primordial God Unicron: A reality Warping Blackhole is unleashed, rising from the bones of this mad primordial and threatening to consume both Cybertron and Earth! Triggered by the deathrows of the father of chaos a fissure in the fabric of reality was torn, bursting forth a doorway to the forty third millennium. A time of discordant atrophy and decay, where an imprisoned god lays entrapped on a throne of mottled dust and fear. Thrown to the winds by these concurrent cataclysms, our heroes and villains find themselves forced to create new alliances.
On Earth once united by threats both from within and without, disarray and discord has created a new era, one where jackals and predators and confidence men reign and their webs of deceit clutter all. Within the Shadows a displaced nation, devoured by bitterness and defeat collaborates with the alien menace, while my people the lamented, and benighted Cybertronians carry on a secret war of our own.
Yet, all seemed not to be lost, for heroes, paragons of their respective peoples rose to fill in the void and depravity and fought for a time, forging new coalitions and beating back the night for a time.
Yet, even the mightiest of champions may only hold back the night for long. As the roar of chaos blighted the multiverse, the baleful and bestial of many realities brought their sorrows and tribulations to all! A foolish conflict over something as primitive as an orbital elevator led to a calamity that somehow upset the delicate state of reality even further, in all my life I’ve seen nothing like it.
For the hubris of Kei Katsuragi and his civilizations, ceaseless vendetta against a rival faction's space elevator led to a convulsion across the cosmos that further upset and distorted creation.
On earth Two wayward factions have been tossed about to the side one a task force to counter an invasion force of Subterranean Reptiles called the Dinosaur Empire, and extra terrestrial beings dubbed the BETA. The violence of the time space collapse has left both sides scattered and broken. The Human defenders are left to flee from the vengeful remnants of the Dinosaurs forces.
The Second of these terran belligerents is a loose coalition of renegades and rogues working at the behest of shadowy carrion eaters of whose identity I remain in the dark. Their deeds have ranged from villainy to indirect heroism; their last battle with a surreal cult of worshippers of a terrestrial Feline predator has strained their trust in each other leaving them to disband much to their benefactors dismay. But deep in the jungles, in ruins of ancient temples, these cultists lick their wounds, beyond the reach of even my optical processors, they prepare for their second coming.
A third group comes as well and is perhaps, in the most harrowing of situations, buffeted by cataclysm these warriors were scattered, their original objective laying beyond their reach they soon found themselves at the mercy of Unicron’s former heralds. Scattered, confused and relentlessly pursued by the madmen of a dead god, they seek desperately to reunite and liberate those they once sought to rescue. But even now newcomers seek to advance on the hellish commune, some seek to bring salvation, the others damnation.
Reality is in a state of flux the likes of which I have never witnessed, not in nine billion years of life. Events have changed, some have been erased, origins and beings are different, history has been set and reset, as reality itself endures the agony of rehabilitation. Never have the stakes been greater, for gods are dying, gods are being born, men are now supermen and heroes and villains may soon find themselves interwoven into the cosmic hierarchy, opportunity for salvation and damnation, for fresh starts and the eternal entrapment of old grudges are now open to all...
Primus forgive me
I am Vector Prime, one of the thirteen. Right hand of primus and chronicler of all existence, time’s scribe. And I have failed in my mission to contain the paradox cascade.
But in my failure
There may yet be victory.