Mirage RPG Moderators (mirage_mods) wrote,
@ 2008-05-05 20:31:00

INTRODUCTION

The Planet wasn't always alone. Many millenia ago, a people populated it. However, as is with most races, their greed and anger was their downfall. When the Planet was in its infancy, the people began a worldwide civil war. Their chemical and biological weapons of mass destruction wiped out the entire planet's civilization. All life on the planet was destroyed. Those very same weapons, used in such great numbers, stirred the sentience in the young planet. Millenia passed. The young planet went from infant to toddler to child. A very powerful child. A very lonely child.

It was then that the mischief began. The Planet began to pull different people from their own times and places. All different walks of life, from all different worlds, and times. Simply for its own amusement. Not only did it want some company, it wanted to see what would happen when it put these different people together. There was also the added advantage of re-population. Eventually, these people would have to reproduce. It didn't care who it took, or from what time, or from whom. The only recompense it could offer its unfortunate inhabitants was material comfort. Every need they had would be met, but only when it came to material things. Clothes, food, amenities.

The Planet, as a living entity, changed itself as it saw fit. It provided a wonderful sanctuary resort for its inhabitants, but concentrated effort on that left the surrounding areas as a blazing desert. One day the area might be a wonderful white sands beach resort, and another day it might be a mountain ski resort. It gave itself an invisible shield to make sure that none of its new toys would be able to leave. Until it tired of its new company, the unfortunate souls would be trapped forever.

Everytime someone new was pulled from their own time and place, they landed somewhere in the resort. They were then met by the Planet's personal golems, made of the same substance as the Planet itself and controlled by the Planet alone. They would lead them to a tablet in the center of the resort, upon which was engraven these words:

"Welcome to Mirage.
This is your new home.
Your every need will be fulfilled.
You will have a place to live.
You will have food and clothing.
You will have entertainment.
You will have company.
You will not be able to leave.
You will not kill. Ever.
If you have questions, ask my assistants.
Love,
The Planet"

From then on out, it was the responsibility of the individual to make their way in this new world. To adjust and adapt. This was home.