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Life Officialy ended on Olde Earth in the year 4103, when it's very ground split open, and poured the contents of it's blazing hot center onto the cold, dead rock. All that was left had died, save a few humans, though it didn't matter at the time, who was alive, all that mattered was that they were there. Years before the incident several hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children, left Olde Earth Behind, to search for a new home, knowing that Olde Earth had been... Used up. They found a near-by star system, and settled it, naming it: "The Seas of Earth".

Two-thousand years later, a single Star-ship, the Harbinger's Wings, owned by Corven Rillman, a Human, stumbled upon Olde Earth, on a routine Passanger run. The crew of the Harbinger's Wings, as well as all the passengers, happened to be Humans as well, as opposed to some of the other Races that had inhabited the Seas of Earth. As the dead planet rolled into view, a deadly quiet took grip of all life on the ship, and for hours, as the Commander, Pilot, and Captain of the Ship, Corven Rillman, drove the ship as fast as he could without breaching hyper-space, there was nothing but the roar of the mighty Ion Drives.

The Commander landed his ship on the surface of the dead planet, and looked around. There was nothing but Hardened Magma, and steaming, charred, Rock, as Rillman stepped onto the surface of planet. The air itself was hardly breathable, almost poisonous, from the added Methane in the Atmosphere. Many of the Passengers, and Crew, left the ship, some with re-breathers, to look around, as the Commander had. But there was nothing. Not a shred of evidence as to what life was like before the Seas of Earth, nor if any of their foolish ancestors had survived. But then, both came at once, and it sent the Humans screaming, and running back the the Harbinger.

It's face was Knarled, twisted, and mis-shapen. It teeth split out in every direction, and it's eyes were cold and grey, bolting around wildly, as only a Blind-man's can. It's skin resembled that of a Human's, but it looked rough, and tinted Green. It's voice was more like a hollering wail, deafening to those too close, and hearable for miles. The Gargantuan beast lumbered slowly towards the Harbinger, failing it's hand's wildly, shouting something in some unknown language the more religous of the Passengers regarded as "Tongues". Regardless of what the Religous thought, Commander Rillman thought this beast a Spawn of Hell itself. He pulled up Pistol at his waist and shouted to the beast. The beast, seeing the pitol, held it's hands up in the air, and shut it's mouth. The Commander thought this curious, and slowly approached the beast. Maybe it was intelligent enough to show him where the rest of its kind were, or where food could be had. The beast understood the Commander's needs, and showed him to where the rest of it's family lived.

It's... "Family" was more of a Colony, living deep within the honey-comb caves that stretched through Olde Earth, made by the great Tremors. The Commander was shocked to see that the rest of the Colony was Quite different than Trawg, the beast had been named by one of the Crew, and were actually quite beautiful. They had the same build as a Human, but slightly taller, and slightly skinnier. Their eyes were bigger than that of a Human's, and all grey. Their skins were tinted Green, just as Trawg's, but smooth, and elegant. It was even more of a surprise when the Commander learned that these creatures spoke Basic Human, and even claimed themselves to be Human.

These were the desendants of the Humans that had survived the intial trmors. They had evolved to Life in the Caverns, and even to breath Methane. They grew Mushrooms, and other kinds of Fungus, with all sorts of nutirents in them, and lived in Ruined houses, old Libraries, any Olde Human structure that was still standing, and underground. Their technology was not was advanced as the Seas Human's, but it rivaled that of the Olde Earth Humans. The Commander Also learned that Earth Humans like Trawg were one in a Thousand, and considered abnormal.

The Commander Relayed this information to all aboard the Harbinger, and a great many of them decided to come with the Commander, to attempt to live aomng these Earth Humans. The others that were more... Heisitant, stayed aboard the Harbinger, and lived there. There was no way to leave the planet, the Commander had burned out the Ion Drives on the ship. A small group of the Ships crew is buisily trying to repair the Drives, and then the Commander, his Crew, and whoever wishes to come with him, will go report their findings to the Seas of Earth.

And that is where our Story Begins.

Rules:
1. No God Modding. Which is kinda hard to do in this case...
2. You are not the Real Slim Shadey. You are not Iron Man. Get over yourself. There is no way your are a trained Crack, Loose-Canon, Commando who kills everyhting in sight. Be realistic.
3. You can (Note: CAN, not CAN'T, but CAN.) be either Seas Human (Normal Human) or an Earth Human (See Introduction).
4. PM me all Profiles with the title "The Seas of Earth"
5. This is the plot of one of my stories transcribed into a Roleplay. IF I SEE ANYTHING LIKE THIS ANYWHERE ELSE, IN ANYONE ELSE'S NAME, THERE IS GOING TO BE A LOT OF FLAMING s**t THROWN.
6. Ask before kill another Player Character. But be realistic, if your onthe other end. If your cornered, and get shot point blank in the face, you can't say "Nu wai! I diddnt giv u teh premishunz!11!!11!!!twentyfour". If you got yourself into that situation, you deserve to be shot in the face.
7. No Auto-Hitting.
8. There are no Mystical Powers, Vampires, Unicorns, or the such.
9. Please, post as often as possible, I really hate waiting forever for responces.
10. Please, be Literate. No Semi-literate, just Literate. How hard is that?
11. Please, make at least Two or Three lines worth of Post. I don't care how you do it, but please do it.
12. Please, use (()) {{}} or [[]] for OoC.
13. Please, refrain from being a total idiot.
14. Please, tell me to stop begining my sentences with "Please"?
15. Romance, and Violence, are encouraged. But please, keep the Romance at a PG-15 level. I don't care about the Violence, please, give me all the gorey details about what's going on inside a guy's leg when you tear it open, and shoot it a couple times.

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Notes from Valgron:
This is, repeat, IS the skeleton of one of my stories. There are no current objectives, or missions, or anything, save for repairing the Harbinger's Wings.

Guns still fire bullets. Sorry, no Blasters.

Swords have become incredibly popular as Meelee weapons, due to how cheap they've become, in turn due to how easy it is to make them currently.

Reserved