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.
[break] [break] Ludwig, Clockwork's learned, his base of operations, isn't to be trusted under the shroud of nightfall, and its' NPCs were no exception; programmed to cheat, steal, and attack without the same hesitation a player might possess, it's frightening enough that, naturally, he'd found a place to hide out until daylight broke.
[break] [break] He'd figured that other players, human as they were, would've thought the same— but as he peers out the window of the tailor's shop he'd negotiated a short stay inside, the truth quickly reveals itself, a mob of angered NPCs a block or two away shouting for a vampire. A player, then— a heteromorph like him, who hadn't quite figured out the city's inner workings. Even as a vampire, a race designed for comfort in the nighttime, wandering the alleyways this late at night is just asking to be sent back to spawn.
[break] [break] Creaking the tailor's door open, one of Clockwork's hands, stiff and ball-jointed, reaches out— grabbing at the stranger in an attempt to tug him inside, his door slamming shut almost immediately afterwards. It's the speed, thankfully, of someone who's experienced close calls like this plenty of times over.
[break] [break] "...Really, you'd think people would start to be a little more careful around here. Idiot." Although his words sound annoyed, frustrated— his expression remains stiff and neutral as ever, if only the slightest bit austere.
FINALLY sorry for the wait... it's finally friday thank god
It has happened again. A horde of angry NPCs, all chasing after him, because he has accidentally showed his fangs in public. A rookie mistake, but one that Prozac makes more often that he would like to admit.
He is quick to accept his inevitable doom with a sigh, knowing that he is definitely lacking the agility to run, and that fighting such large numbers on his own would definitely be pointless. Thus, he smile, beginning to open his arms in an attempt to embrace the rage of the crowd marching towards him.
Or that is the plan until he feels something gripping at the back of his collar.
He finds himself falling to his back, pulled by whatever had grabbed him, and dragged away from the horde.
Next thing he knows, he is laying on the floor of what appears to be a shop of sorts.
"...Really, you'd think people would start to be a little more careful around here. Idiot," A foreign voice scolds, and Prozac tilts his head upwards in an attempt to catch sight of the stranger.
He’s short, blonde, and upon further inspection, Prozac notices that his limbs are bound together by ball-joints. An automaton, he guesses, lifting his torso off the ground and smiling at him warmly.
“Ah, you’ve saved me! I’m afraid I owe you a big one.”
[break] [break] Clicking his tongue, Clockwork continues to stare with an iron-clad expression, unamused. Clearly, Prozac doesn't take his own life seriously— if he weren't a vampire, he'd have assumed the two of them to be the same, considering such an act of sacrifice would make more sense if the other player couldn't feel pain. And yet, here he was; a lamb willing to lead himself to the slaughter, knowing full well that it'd hurt.
[break] [break] Crossing his arms over his chest, he stands over Prozac, looking him over as if to assess a threat— of which, it so appeared, there was none. This was either someone who didn't take himself seriously, or someone so weak that they'd rather not put up a fight against NPCs. They weren't even players, for goodness' sake—!
[break] [break] Huffing to himself, he slowly crouches down to reach a hand down towards Prozac, eyeing the man's clothing with a disgruntled expression. "What, is anything torn?" It appears that he's more concerned with the state of the stranger's clothing rather than his body; if Prozac was wounded, he certainly wasn't paying much attention to them. "Equipment like this... costs a pretty penny. If you're going to act like a fucking masochist, unequip it."
[break] [break] With a gentle touch, Clockwork reaches out to pinch at Prozac's sleeve, as if attempting to prove his point with a stalwart glare.
Prozac just grins innocently at the statement, as if unbothered by the stranger’s attitude. He doesn’t even bother standing up, as he had found that his current position on the floor is, in fact, quite comfortable.
He chuckles as he watches the guy check his cloak rather than his well being. A rather odd choice, but not one that particularly bothers him. He is, after all, without a scratch, so he joins his savior in scanning through the garment in search of any damage.
“Oh, there, it seems to have torn apart. Although… it might be from a previous occasion. I am not so sure anymore.” He admits, ever so casually, like a kid confessing some minor mischief. “I must admit I can get a bit careless from time to time, hehe…”
He scratches the back of his head, signature smile fixed on his face like it's set in stone. Hadn’t they seen the scene unfold, no one would guess that this guy was about to suffer a very painful death merely minutes ago.
