Post by GTO admin on Apr 26, 2008 9:38:30 GMT -5
The Past...
Once it hit, there was nothing. Not a soul. The bomb had taken out every living organism. Originating from the China area, the world had met its demise as the nuclear acids took affect on the inhabitants. However, not all was lost. On the equator, miles from civilisiation, there stood a lone spit of land. This land held two stallions who had left the world of the bipeds for freedom. A dark and a light. For days they faught over the island, blood spattering the ground. After the sixth day the stallions stood quivering, tired and cold in the rain. Both lay down and slept never to be woken again.
The Present
A few years passed after this terrible incident. The acids that were held in the nucleur bomb had silenced the equine world for a long time. Subduing their brains and leaving them to sleep. Once awakened, they travelled far and wide to this island, crossing lands and oceans alike. Now there were more. The darks, violent and unpredictable. The lights, carefree and happy. And the neutrals, between worlds but they couldnt care less. They were all just happy to be alive. The island grew in shape and size. The numbers of equids turned over to become more, some leaving for new lands some staying.
The Future...
Now its your decision. Which path do you follow? What name will you call yourself? Will you stay or will you go? The future is undecided, will you live or die? Has the bomb left any efects on the world of the horse? Your alive at the moment, dont take it for granted when it comes to the future, anything can happen. Just remember to stay alive.
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Wild Horse RPG
Once it hit, there was nothing. Not a soul. The bomb had taken out every living organism. Originating from the China area, the world had met its demise as the nuclear acids took affect on the inhabitants. However, not all was lost. On the equator, miles from civilisiation, there stood a lone spit of land. This land held two stallions who had left the world of the bipeds for freedom. A dark and a light. For days they faught over the island, blood spattering the ground. After the sixth day the stallions stood quivering, tired and cold in the rain. Both lay down and slept never to be woken again.
The Present
A few years passed after this terrible incident. The acids that were held in the nucleur bomb had silenced the equine world for a long time. Subduing their brains and leaving them to sleep. Once awakened, they travelled far and wide to this island, crossing lands and oceans alike. Now there were more. The darks, violent and unpredictable. The lights, carefree and happy. And the neutrals, between worlds but they couldnt care less. They were all just happy to be alive. The island grew in shape and size. The numbers of equids turned over to become more, some leaving for new lands some staying.
The Future...
Now its your decision. Which path do you follow? What name will you call yourself? Will you stay or will you go? The future is undecided, will you live or die? Has the bomb left any efects on the world of the horse? Your alive at the moment, dont take it for granted when it comes to the future, anything can happen. Just remember to stay alive.
hostinggame.proboards66.com/index.cgi?
Wild Horse RPG