19 August 2013 @ 07:10 pm
Alternia had always been a planet geared to survival of the fittest.

At first, the outbreak hadn't changed much about how Vriska lived her day to day life. It was as simple as doing what she had always done. Self-preservation was the name of the game, and Vriska was an expert player.

Things had started going south as the fungus spread. It crept through the lower classes, taking over entire lawn rings in a matter of days, and then making its way towards the shore. It was then that things became trickier for Vriska. She'd lost communication with most of her friends, be it because they had to flee or...

What did it matter? She didn't have time to dwell on what might or might not have happened to a bunch of trolls she had never actually met face to face. She had to take care of herself, and that's what she was doing as she pieced together what she could on the beach. She could feel the sand in her shoes as she worked on her raft, uncomfortable and scratchy. It was nothing like the pirate ship she used for Flarping, but resources were scarce.

She hadn't planned on taking the flee tactic, really, and she was still bitter that she had little else to resort to. But what was she to do when her lusus started showing the signs of infection?

Cutting down her guardian hadn't been easy, and she preferred not to think about it. The battle wounds were reminders enough.
13 September 2012 @ 07:09 pm
There were not enough stars in any universe for the Handmaid to count how many miserable tasks she had been assigned, but there were none more infuriating than the tasks in which she had to play the part of an ‘excellent host’.

Her master would chide that she was following in his footsteps, ohohoho, wasn’t that cute?

It was about as cute as it would be to manage to break away from him long enough to grab his broom and stick it up his puppet ass. Now, there was a dream worth holding onto. It was far more likely to be realized than any of her others -- freedom, death, a bedroom that wasn’t strictly a nauseating green.

Dreams aside, today was like any other day. She had a job to do, one that unsurprisingly involved traveling through time and space. Par for the course, really, save for her end location.

God damnit, and she wasn’t HOSTING anything. She was a guest, an excellent guest, really, if one considered kicking over a chair immediately upon her arrival as ‘excellent guest’ behavior.


She shouted the greeting, despite being in a tiny room.

She was like 7 sweeps now, plus or minus several thousand sweeps of time travel. That was way too old for fucking playdates.
There was a saying in Alternia that Megido made the winners and decimated the losers.

It was as if she had been born and raised for a career in politics, bred and nurtured to stand just beside the limelight in the shadow of a leader. In public, her presence was quiet. In private, she ran the show.

No one was surprised when she was picked by the Empress to become her advisor, though they were a little fearful. What had started out bad was only bound to grow awful -- they were a duo that would make sure of that. The Empress wanted to rule everything, and Megido knew exactly what buttons to push.

She was an instigator, admired by those who dreamed of having their voice heard. The odds of a rustblood becoming a bureaucrat were next to nothing, and she had gone farther than those of even the most noble of blood.

Megido was a lowblood with power rivaled only by the rule of the Condesce.

But she was not the voice the people had hoped for. While she may not have been a tyrant, the short, demure woman the crowd often saw at their ruler’s side proved to be anything but when it came for fighting for their rights. Or any rights at all.

Hushed whispers would say that perhaps it was Megido who was responsible for what was slowly becoming a society ripe with criminals and the police turning a blind eye. They would not be entirely wrong. She had her thumb on everything.

When the Heiress went missing, the public turned their eyes not to their leader but to her. The calm, polite statements that there would be no further comment at this time were left at the throne room door--

“What the SHIT were you thinking, Amrita?” Her shout was almost louder than the door she slammed behind her. “Or should I say Her Imperious Doesn’t Have A Fucking Clue What She’s Doing?”
this is pretty much an unattractive CATCH ALL post for a plot/scenario that I've wanted to do for a L0NG time
basically a version of zombiestuck that i thought about a little too hard

The premise revolves mostly around the existence of a mind-controlling fungus that corrupts ant corpses with the intent of spreading its spores. It's a real thing, and it's pretty awesome. Given that trolls are insect-based, I figure running with the idea that something like this could exist on their home planet would not be super out of the question.

sO THEM'S THE BASICS ON THE HOW. RP-wise, I figure most storylines would start out after most of Alternia has been taken over. For human characters if you want those, it can either be that they all lived on the same planet in this au and the fungus has mutated into being able to control humans as well, or that the Alternians tried to escape to Earth and brought the fungus with them, where it then mutated to adapt to its new environment.

i gOT SCeNARIOS up the wall for various characters and don't mind starting. I'm open to playing any of the stucks listed here, including playing multiple characters to move the story along. so basically, anything within this setting, if you want to do it, jusT SAY THE WORD and i will KISS YOU.