Post by November on Dec 18, 2009 14:40:02 GMT -6
STRIP ME OF MY POWER, BEAT ME WITH YOUR CHAINS
IF I'M THE KING OF COWARDS,
[/url][/font]IF I'M THE KING OF COWARDS,
YOU'RE THE QUEEN OF PAIN, I'M RUSTED FROM THE RAIN[/center]
••• In 1763 someone made a decision.
Because of that decision, the world was quite literally ripped in two.
In our dimension, things progressed just as they were always supposed
to, but in the newly created parallel one, something had gone
horribly wrong.
••• Cambridge, 2063.
Three hundred years later, and that decision has had time to do its
damage. There's no England as we know it: The country is split into
autonomous kingdoms which all function entirely separately. The
land itself is known to the outside as Albion, though no one within it
would ever refer to themselves with that collective. Cambridge has
its own monarchy, though everyone knows the king is just a figurehead
- it’s the two warring families, the Worsfolds and the Furlottes who
really run things. And boy do they run it. Anyone not of noble birth
becomes a second class citizen - not in huge, obvious ways, but they’ll
always be looked down on, treated differently. Unfortunately, one of
the troubles with warring families is that they tend to have difficulty
agreeing; The entire city is filled with political subterfuge, rumours
and plottings, though no one seems to know anything for sure.
••• All this would be bad enough,
were it not for one fact: a world created by a split from another can
never entirely separate itself from the one it was borne from. Some
things are able to breach the divide. Over the years its not been anything
material, no objects falling through space and time, but there is one
thing that’s always been able to permeate the walls of reality.
••• Ideas.
••• Over the decades,
ideas that spring up in peoples minds, in the things they write
down, in the words they speak. If anyone from our world were to
look at this one, they would see some bizarre mix of a world they
almost know, and the stories they grew up with as children. Not the
overblown caricatures one sees almost everywhere these days,
but it wouldn’t be hard to spot the Queen of Hearts, or the Big Bad
Wolf, or even Cinderella, if one looked hard enough.
••• And that’s exactly the trouble.
For whatever reason, people from our world have started falling into
the Other Cambridge. Not many, not enough that everyone knows
about it - indeed, at least half the population is still in the dark about
it, and the other half is living mainly on rumours, only a very few know
the truth, and as luck would have it, it’s a small group of civilians who’ve
stumbled on this earth shattering revelation...
••• No one in Albion is their own person.
They’re just ideas, constructions of other peoples minds. No one quite
knows how to deal with this information, but one thing’s for sure: there’s
a revolution coming, and it intends to take the entire world with it.
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Because of that decision, the world was quite literally ripped in two.
In our dimension, things progressed just as they were always supposed
to, but in the newly created parallel one, something had gone
horribly wrong.
••• Cambridge, 2063.
Three hundred years later, and that decision has had time to do its
damage. There's no England as we know it: The country is split into
autonomous kingdoms which all function entirely separately. The
land itself is known to the outside as Albion, though no one within it
would ever refer to themselves with that collective. Cambridge has
its own monarchy, though everyone knows the king is just a figurehead
- it’s the two warring families, the Worsfolds and the Furlottes who
really run things. And boy do they run it. Anyone not of noble birth
becomes a second class citizen - not in huge, obvious ways, but they’ll
always be looked down on, treated differently. Unfortunately, one of
the troubles with warring families is that they tend to have difficulty
agreeing; The entire city is filled with political subterfuge, rumours
and plottings, though no one seems to know anything for sure.
••• All this would be bad enough,
were it not for one fact: a world created by a split from another can
never entirely separate itself from the one it was borne from. Some
things are able to breach the divide. Over the years its not been anything
material, no objects falling through space and time, but there is one
thing that’s always been able to permeate the walls of reality.
••• Ideas.
••• Over the decades,
ideas that spring up in peoples minds, in the things they write
down, in the words they speak. If anyone from our world were to
look at this one, they would see some bizarre mix of a world they
almost know, and the stories they grew up with as children. Not the
overblown caricatures one sees almost everywhere these days,
but it wouldn’t be hard to spot the Queen of Hearts, or the Big Bad
Wolf, or even Cinderella, if one looked hard enough.
••• And that’s exactly the trouble.
For whatever reason, people from our world have started falling into
the Other Cambridge. Not many, not enough that everyone knows
about it - indeed, at least half the population is still in the dark about
it, and the other half is living mainly on rumours, only a very few know
the truth, and as luck would have it, it’s a small group of civilians who’ve
stumbled on this earth shattering revelation...
••• No one in Albion is their own person.
They’re just ideas, constructions of other peoples minds. No one quite
knows how to deal with this information, but one thing’s for sure: there’s
a revolution coming, and it intends to take the entire world with it.
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