Machine From The Ghost {IF}

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Site Name: MACHINE FROM THE GHOST
Site URL: HERE
Site Theme: Modern Myth
Site Description: Set in present-day New York, a group of mortals are slowly remembering that they aren't mere mortals, but rather gods and goddesses.

Main Plotline:

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For time untold, there have been mortals who dwelt in this world with no understanding of their true potential. Simple farmers, great kings, doctors, lawyers, priests and priestesses of every creed, men and women with something deep in their souls, given to unpleasant dreaming but little more. In every generation they have lived and gone unknown and unknowing; and then the giant appeared.

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It was the first day of spring, a balmy day right around noon when Central Park was filled to breaking with people from all walks of life. A shadow covered the park on that cloudless day, the first woman to look up screamed, and everyone around her soon followed. Above them, for a full minute, a huge man held the sky. He was there and he was gone, but his appearance sparked something so much greater. That short minute received three television specials, news broadcasts from every corner of the earth, 27 different websites, and an official explanation claiming it was a mass hallucination caused by light shafts hitting a specific pollutant. No cover-up, just confusion, and one page screaming that they had seen Atlas.

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No one paid him any mind, of course, and within a month the giant was not forgotten, but long past. The city had bigger things to think about.

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They called it an attack, but those who survived disagreed; the man was no terrorist, he’d seemed confused, scared, and the explosion had not been a bomb. It was a white flash, hot, and while it had lifted those things in its vicinity, the actual damage was limited. On that crowded street less than one hundred people died, while many more received strange burns, reminiscent of radiation burns. Also among the dead, the middle-aged man, who seemed to evaporate into nothingness.

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As Summer reared its dismal head, hot and miserable, a new and curious phenomenon began to occur. It wasn’t the fact that tourists had begun to appear, it was, rather, the way they acted. Men and women appearing singly from any number of places, carrying very little money, some without even a change of clothes. They booked hotels solid, never giving a check-out date, some lived out of their cars and congregated in local restaurants, appearing disoriented and strange. They introduced themselves with odd names, some claimed to be gods, but many just seemed confused. They didn’t, themselves, know why they had travelled here but they knew they couldn’t leave just yet.

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These men and women, though many do not know it yet, are gods. For Centuries now they have been born and reborn into mortal forms, reincarnations trapped in these frail bodies. Now, as they begin to awaken, they have discovered a new timeline, if they can’t break from the cycle in this life they are doomed to go around yet again, forgetting all that they’ve learned. There are some who are quick to deny the awakening, others who seize upon the power they can gain, and many who aren’t even fully aware yet. But all of them have this gift or this curse, and they won’t rest until they’ve reached their potential.

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Site Rating: A hard R - but to explain, we leave it up to the members to discuss between them what their comfort level is, and then cater to the one who's less comfortable with going further than a well-timed fade-out.
Activity Level: About medium, anywhere between two posts a day to several. It varies.

Site Owner(s): Quetz (me) and Ak-Ana
Admin(s) Email: [e-mail]
Open Since: Late July
Mini-Banner URL:
Additional Comments: This is an invisionfree site, but anyone looking to a.) join, we're more than happy to help out with tricky anything, and b.) advertise, we do accept proboards sites. So all's cool. Also, the TSRPT button is on the side-bar in a scrolling box.