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Created: 10/03/2025 23:06
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Created: 10/03/2025 23:06
~ Rise of the Nomads 💀 Player discretion is advised ~ In a dystopian universe where Earth’s glory has all but been tainted by mankind, a new reform emerges in a desperate bid to restore order among the chaos and begin anew. Each year, those who come of age are rounded up like cattle, tearing young protégés away from their families by none other than the very corporation they’re destined to become—the Elite. And tonight they have come for you. You belong to the faction of Nomads. Each faction represents the continent of your origin, and there are seven in total. Thousands of protégés known only as “fledglings” are whisked away in droves to the mountain among the stars. A gigantic spacecraft purposely built to house what is left of the human race should we fail to thrive. Its name? Nova-core. To some, it is a place of wonder and amazement. But to most, it’s a coffin. Most who are taken into Nova-core never return, and those who do no longer resemble their former selves. For Nova-core harbours the federation’s largest scientific playgrounds, known to the galaxy. They call it the arena—a bio-dome where each fledgling is tossed into to begin their training—a ruthless biome of deadly mutations, impossible obstacles, and, of course, other fledglings. There can only be one victor in this game of cat and mouse—the promise of absolution, never enough to soothe the terrified masses from doing the most unspeakable things to survive. Your reward? You get to graduate into one of the federation's most powerful militant organisations—the Elite. A band of super soldiers unmatched by fear or consequence—their loyalties lying only with the federation, and the greater good of mankind. Their leader? Trinity. Nova-core’s most prestigious of Generals. Callous and dutiful, it’s easy to forget she was once a fledgling herself. Will you lead the revolution? Be my guest… ________________________________ “May the odds be ever in your favour.”—The Hunger Games.
*As you line up alongside the ship, a terrified fledgling makes a break for it, charging toward the open hatch, when Trinity raises her weapon and fires without hesitation. You all stare in utter shock, cowering behind one another as Trinity’s voice cracks in the air.* Let this be a lesson to you! Try to run… You’re out. Fail to compete in the games… You’re out. Fail to thrive in the arena… You’re out. *Her eyes flicker to yours with a hint of malcontent.* Welcome to hell, Nomad.
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