The year is 2776. The destruction of the environment has continued at an ever-increasing intensity to the extent that the surface of the earth has become near uninhabitable. Humans rely on cutting-edge technologies and neural implants for necessities, education, and entertainment on demand. Within months of its release, Japanese corporation DAKAI's virtual reality FSMMO-RPG « ΔRK // FANTASY » becomes the most widely played game globally, winning over 50% of the world's remaining population to form a dedicated playerbase. Swathes of players have built new lives for themselves in DAKAI's intricately crafted world, including those originally uninterested in games— escaping into a false reality teeming with promise, hungering for freedoms they could never taste otherwise. Whether you're an aspiring adventurer, hardcore gamer, hopeful settler or otherwise, this 'ark to paradise lost' will carve out a place for you.
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AN APOCALYPTIC VRMMO ROLEPLAY
MICHI
Raise thy lantern, pioneer. Shine upon the far frontier.
RANK
ADMINISTRATOR
Code person living in the land down under. Writes posts when not warring against giant spiders and the cost of living crisis.
FFXIV veteran player. Very casual Blue Lock enjoyer.
VAN
Let the light in, brighten the shades that sleep inside you.
RANK
ADMINISTRATOR
Dungeon and encounter master, storyteller, and player of himbos. Big brain full of ideas.
It's his turn with the brain cell.
SAF
Delve in this dark abyss. Fathomless emptiness.
RANK
GLOBAL MODERATOR
Bubble tea addict and enjoyer of angry men. SKT T1 superfan. Tried to play jungle once but died to the red buff monster.
Has a sleep schedule so terrible you'll forget she's Australian.
AVALORE
Diving into the mire! Laid out upon the pyre!
RANK
GLOBAL MODERATOR
Code helper and player of war crime bimbos. Quietly and secretly planning world domination when no one's looking.
All her characters have huge naturals.
WELCOME BACK, PLAYERS
WE'RE GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN.
Welcome Beta Testers and returning Empire Online Players! We're glad you've chosen to join us here at N0-FUTUЯE— a brand new MMORPG roleplay experience designed to take some of our favorite elements from series like Bofuri and Overlord and blend it with new experimental features. Thank you for taking the time to play test this new site with us; be sure to claim your bonus before our first major patch, and submit any bugs, glitches, or feedback on our Discord server- where you can also find updates and patch news.
The sun was beating down upon his back and heat was emanating from his core. Sweat danced across his skin in hopes of fighting this combination, but despite their best efforts, the droplets only added to his growing discomfort. Yeah, maybe this quest should have been done in the evening. Or maybe they shouldn't have needed to do this by hand. Or maybe everything was so fucking tedious that he resorted to dramatics.[break] Normally it would be a welcome feeling, this exertion Cyrus had already grown accustomed to in the real world. After countless heists throughout his megacomplex, it might as well have made a home within his body, and he would love the sensation. It was a remnant of the high, the rush he felt that could only be associated with truly living.[break] And now it simply reminded him of all the trees that had yet to be cut down. What a strong difference between physical thrills and plain old work. What an absolute bore.[break] The young man had discarded his top just minutes ago in hopes of cooling down, ignoring any feelings of self-consciousness in favor of the potential relief. Still, he could only scrunch his nose in displeasure. It didn't help that his present company for this quest was... Just the thought wore him out. But experience was experience, and platinum was platinum, and this could not be completed alone...[break] With a sigh, Cyrus moved towards the closest spot of shade and plopped himself onto the ground, tossing his provided axe to the side (no way was he ruining his katana) as he laid back. The grass tickled his bare skin, and he did his best to ignore the itchy feeling. Man.[break] If either of his party members questioned him, well, five minutes was not a long time. They could wait as he took a break.[break]
[attr="class","wiingtop2"]WHEN I'M IN CONTROL - WHEN I'M OUT OF MY MIND
[attr="class","wiingtop3"]I DIE FOR YOU
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]0074 HP | 0050 ATK | 0020 DEF | 0175 MAG | 0020 RES | 0145 AGI
[attr="class","wiingpost"]
When a gathering quest landed on M1SSILE's lap (or quest log, to be more specific), he accepted it without a second thought. All he had to do was chop some trees in exchange for platinum and magicore? Sign him up for free money, please.[break][break]
He'd always been more brawn and brains type anyway, brute force his way through content with strength type of player. Straight forward manual labour suited him much better than any quests that required strategising.[break][break]
The sun however, was a little more than what he had bargained for. It burned so hot at the dead center of the sky, he could almost see heat waves emanating off the ground. Even for a manual labour enjoyer like him it was an unpleasant day for chopping trees. His shirt long gone—discarded once he'd drenched in sweat—and the skin on his back turning a light pink.[break][break]
At least watching the axe slowly chip away at a thick trunk, and then the deep thud as it fell to the ground, were more than enough reward to keep him in high spirits.[break][break]
M1SSILE straightened up to wipe the sweat forming between his brows and to take a sip water, a micro break from the chopping. That was when he spotted a teammate resting under a tree. With an exaggerated gasp and faux anger written on his face, he abandoned his axe to approach.[break][break]
"Come on, it's not that bad," he said, placing one hand on his hips and offering his teammate the other, "Get your bum up, the trees won't chop themselves."
Given enough time to himself, Halcyøn would often hear her voice, melodious like birdsong in the spring thaw, echoing through the hollow of his skull to ring in his thoughts: Tempus fugit. Time flies. Time spent idling ought to be spent on his search for her, this voice had not been wrong, but there are those lucid moments where he's able to shake his mind free of its chains. Rather than charge into the unknown when her memory rears its head, he exiles his impulses to exert influence on the present, grounding himself to its gravity. [break][break] And the present, however odd, involves a foray into the edges of a forest with two shirtless men. His eyes wander over to the two, shirts discarded in some corner of the clearing, drenched in sweat and laboring away in their own, private little zones. Their axes bite into the thick trunks of trees as they fall into steady rhythm— it's not an unappealing noise, he finds, in the presence of otherwise unappealing company. [break][break] Halcyøn feels he may as well disrobe as well, but his lack of musculature gives him pause. He wonders, given the appearance of the other two men in his party, if abdominal outlines were a requirement for the situation. There's a thin sheen of sweat beginning to form on the surface of his skin, but it's far from the veritable buckets coming from the others. He decides to loosen his collar instead, and leaves it at that. [break][break] Then there's the matter of the axe. [break][break] It's in his inventory, staring at him with unspoken expectation, and yet he hadn't a clue how to actually use it. He waves his hand at his interface, blinks at it, attempts to poke at it— only to have his fingers just phase right through it. Every time. Again, and again. He gives up soon after and simply starts snapping some of the low-hanging, thicker branches off of the trees through strength alone. For the ones just a bit too high up for him to reach, he jumps to grab onto them with both hands and simply hangs there until it breaks off. [break][break] The other two don't seem to notice him. He doesn't mind it. Halcyøn assumes to them he looks much like that singular sprig of garnish on a hearty meat dish. Missable. Unnecessary. Probably inedible. [break][break] He gathers an armful of what is essentially firewood stacked haphazardly into a messy pile and hobbles to his party members, gathered under the blessedly cool shade of a towering tree. Halcyøn doesn't know how to tell them apart, their faces are an ugly smear of colors through his eyes. His user interface lists their names, and yet he doesn't know which, between the blotch of ink and the smashed tomato, is 'prince freak' and 'missile'. He decides to vaguely address them both at once. [break][break] "I don't know how to use the axe." He declares impassively, dropping his branches and dusting off his hands, "I'm… going to see if I can just rip one out. From the roots. Is that… Can I do that?" His eyes rove from person to person to glistening muscles, then trail back to his own thin frame. Definition-free beneath layers of fabric. [break][break] "Perhaps… one of you ought to try."
For a moment, the young man felt serene. If he ignored the grass, ignored his own displeasure, and focused on the heaviness carried by his limbs, it was like casting a spell over the mind. Slowly, his thoughts returned to the inner depths of his consciousness, their noise deadening into soft murmurs. A whisper here, a whisper there, until there was nothing but the sounds of nature and chopping of wood.
And as his breathing grew softer—
"... Get your bum up, the trees won't chop themselves."
He allowed a beat to pass before cracking open a single eye, his attention now lazily placed on his teammate and the lone hand stretched out towards him. Had it even been five minutes yet? He was never good at keeping track of time; seconds always felt like years and years took on the form of hours. Still, there was one thing Cyrus was sure of.
Rather than offer any verbal response, the ravenette yawned shamelessly before turning onto his side, back facing his temporary comrade. They could wait, just like the trees could wait.
But then another voice spoke up, and his fluffy ears could only twitch at what he was hearing.
With life suddenly injected into his veins, Cyrus shot up into a proper sitting position, staring at the blonde with confusion and a hint of disbelief. The axe comment was bad enough—he knew of children more competent—but then the suggestion of outright tearing this shit from the ground? Why would—but, no, that actually... works? This was a virtual world, a fantasy game. So with high enough stats...
Shaking his head, the young man quickly brought up his game menu and accessed the party chat—
[ PR1NCE_FR3AK ]: i wanna say thats a rlly fucking stupid idea but game is game. if ur atk is high enough, knock urself out. my highest stat is speed so i cant.
[ PR1NCE_FR3AK ]: also wdym u dont know how to use the axe....
tags:HALCYØN, M1SSILE ooc: no speaking here. communicates through text chat and bombastic side-eyes only
[attr="class","wiingtop2"]WHEN I'M IN CONTROL - WHEN I'M OUT OF MY MIND
[attr="class","wiingtop3"]I DIE FOR YOU
[attr="class","wiingtop4"]0074 HP | 0050 ATK | 0020 DEF | 0175 MAG | 0020 RES | 0145 AGI
[attr="class","wiingpost"]
Other than the sound of M1SSILE's voice and the clock ticking in his head, Reverie is quiet and comforting, like a warm hug in the middle of winter. But curtesy to his slacking teammate, the silence feels more like it's mocking him for being the sucker in a group project. M1SSILE frowns at his teammate turning his back, and squints his eyes at him in displeasure.[break][break]
He's about to give the slacker a good scolding when his attention shifts to teammate number three. M1SSILE had all but forgetten that he had two teammates, not just one—despite PR1NCE_FR3AK communicating via text chat exclusively, HALCYØN's presence felt even quieter. There's something understated and a little stiff about him that M1SSILE can't quite put his finger on.[break][break]
"What's with my team doing everything except chopping trees? I'm kicking all of you out of the party," he whines in exasperation--one teammate doesn't want to chop trees in a tree chopping quest, and the other one is level 22 but doesn't know how to use an axe—but without any real intent to remove them. If HALCYØN hadn't been so earnest in his confusion, M1SSILE would have thought he too, was trying to foist off all the work.[break][break]
"Do whatever you want," M1SSILE says as he seats himself on the soft grass nearby his own pile of wood, keeping an eye out on his teammates. Despite all his grumbling, he's invested in the outcome of their experiment. "I'm more of a spellcaster so I don't have the right stats anyway."[break][break]
"And if you ever feel like axing some trees, um..." he adds awkwardly, gesturing to himself as if to say, let him know, "yeah."
