marcoasalazarm
Explorer
"They call it the 'Three Stooges Syndrome'. Some term some idiot coined from 'The Simpsons'.
The Syndrome is easy to explain as this: the world is plagued with conspiracies.
Out there, there are ancient conspiracies, new conspiracies, organized conspiracies, chaotic conspiracies.
Conspiracies that cover lots of branches of Mankind's structure, and conspiracies that just plainly effing stupid.
Conspiracies from beyond the stars, or ruled by your granny (or your granny's *pet*).
That want to rule the world or destroy it. That want to use this world as the first step to rule the galaxy, or the multiverse. That want this world (ALL worlds) turned into a smorgasboard or that want us just observed.
In between, people who want to be left alone, and will do anything to stay that way-and in doing so get beaten up by (or beat up) the conspiracies.
All of these people are out there, stepping on each other's toes, killing each other for space, stabbing each other in the back. It is this senseless cycle that creates a state of detente-all conspiracies have power, that is much certain-but none of them are as powerful as they truly want to be.
If several of these conspiracies vanish for good, if they are not replaced or controlled, the power vaccum will make the rest of them barge in-and if the world out there is already bad enough... just imagine what will happen next.
It will make the Vanishing look like a damn Sunday square dance.
We are Firewall. We are one of the conspiracies out there. Our job: to keep the balance. Any way we must.
Because it must be maintained. There is just no other option."
"Firewall: The barrier between that which may be infected and that which must be protected."-Motto.
It has been several years since the Vanishing.
It has been 6 years since the Vanishing has occured. It is a regular Friday afternoon in the city of Seattle, Washington. The news advise the regular stuff: weather conditions are cloudy with a chance for light rain (and little chance of it being acidic). Nothing interesing has happened yet-just a few car crashes, muggings and a minor shootout.
The top story so far is a new development in bio-mechanics created by Diggers Technologies, some kind of new vehicle that uses bio-mech and some amount of Magitek on it.
The location: One of the many automated buses that constantly circle the city. The heroes have come here, one at the time, prompted by notes left by Firewall at the usual drop sites. The notes say nothing else-just to come to the bus for further briefing.
Firewall, like all other conspiracies, is very prompt in its secrecy.
(OOC: Describe your characters and what they are doing).
The Syndrome is easy to explain as this: the world is plagued with conspiracies.
Out there, there are ancient conspiracies, new conspiracies, organized conspiracies, chaotic conspiracies.
Conspiracies that cover lots of branches of Mankind's structure, and conspiracies that just plainly effing stupid.
Conspiracies from beyond the stars, or ruled by your granny (or your granny's *pet*).
That want to rule the world or destroy it. That want to use this world as the first step to rule the galaxy, or the multiverse. That want this world (ALL worlds) turned into a smorgasboard or that want us just observed.
In between, people who want to be left alone, and will do anything to stay that way-and in doing so get beaten up by (or beat up) the conspiracies.
All of these people are out there, stepping on each other's toes, killing each other for space, stabbing each other in the back. It is this senseless cycle that creates a state of detente-all conspiracies have power, that is much certain-but none of them are as powerful as they truly want to be.
If several of these conspiracies vanish for good, if they are not replaced or controlled, the power vaccum will make the rest of them barge in-and if the world out there is already bad enough... just imagine what will happen next.
It will make the Vanishing look like a damn Sunday square dance.
We are Firewall. We are one of the conspiracies out there. Our job: to keep the balance. Any way we must.
Because it must be maintained. There is just no other option."
"Firewall: The barrier between that which may be infected and that which must be protected."-Motto.
It has been several years since the Vanishing.
It has been 6 years since the Vanishing has occured. It is a regular Friday afternoon in the city of Seattle, Washington. The news advise the regular stuff: weather conditions are cloudy with a chance for light rain (and little chance of it being acidic). Nothing interesing has happened yet-just a few car crashes, muggings and a minor shootout.
The top story so far is a new development in bio-mechanics created by Diggers Technologies, some kind of new vehicle that uses bio-mech and some amount of Magitek on it.
The location: One of the many automated buses that constantly circle the city. The heroes have come here, one at the time, prompted by notes left by Firewall at the usual drop sites. The notes say nothing else-just to come to the bus for further briefing.
Firewall, like all other conspiracies, is very prompt in its secrecy.
(OOC: Describe your characters and what they are doing).