D9 ]] It's time for a || R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N || [OPEN]
Feb 26, 2014 0:41:25 GMT -5
Post by Taggerung on Feb 26, 2014 0:41:25 GMT -5
The rules for what I like to call the Reaver Team Spirit Award are these:Are you willing to spend the entirity of your lives trapped?Firstly, anyone who so much as murmurs another complaint will be shot!Begging for every scrap of meat?Second, anyone who takes more than a three second break will be shot!Pleading for every coin?Third, anyone who breaks any other rules I have yet to formulate will, yes, you guessed it, be shot!NO MORE!
It's time for a || R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N ||
District Nine... There was a time, years ago, where the district lived off of the land, where the people that lived within its boundaries were close to the nature around them. Hunters and gatherers, foraging and exploring the woods and lands around them. But nowadays, District Nine is filled with nothing except smoke and sweat, blood and tears. Factories fill the streets, taking up more space than the homes that the people struggle to keep up with. There aren't many people who are up on the high end of the ladder in this district. They work in the factories all day and all night, getting paid hardly anything. Even their children are required to work within the dangerous factories.
However, not everyone within the district sits comfortably with the turmoil thrust upon their lives.
There is a man who sits atop the throne of factories, a man who is in charge of and runs them. Reaver is his name. He rules them with an iron fist and a steel cane. There is no ounce of mercy within his terrible body. Knowing that he's in charge of everyone and their lives makes him quite happy. And all the money that he makes off of them he keeps for himself, using it to bribe the Peacekeepers and soldiers within the district, making them turn blind eyes to everything immoral (and a fair amount of illegal) that he does.
The men and women who work in the factories, however, refuse to look away. A resistance is growing within the city boundaries. The last time that it happened, they were slaughtered by Reaver and his lackies, but this time they're lead by a stubborn and confident woman who believes in her followers. Claire is gathering everyone who has a will to fight for their cause to free themselves from this slavery.
Are you brave enough to stand up to a tyrant?
However, not everyone within the district sits comfortably with the turmoil thrust upon their lives.
There is a man who sits atop the throne of factories, a man who is in charge of and runs them. Reaver is his name. He rules them with an iron fist and a steel cane. There is no ounce of mercy within his terrible body. Knowing that he's in charge of everyone and their lives makes him quite happy. And all the money that he makes off of them he keeps for himself, using it to bribe the Peacekeepers and soldiers within the district, making them turn blind eyes to everything immoral (and a fair amount of illegal) that he does.
The men and women who work in the factories, however, refuse to look away. A resistance is growing within the city boundaries. The last time that it happened, they were slaughtered by Reaver and his lackies, but this time they're lead by a stubborn and confident woman who believes in her followers. Claire is gathering everyone who has a will to fight for their cause to free themselves from this slavery.
Are you brave enough to stand up to a tyrant?
Hullo all! :D Welcome to Tagg & Skittlekat's D9 Revolution plot! This was a plot idea based off of the videogame series Fable. Specifically, the third game. The plot will focus around the conflict and devious plottage between Page and Reaver. Below are a list of cannon-esque character spaces that need to be filled, and app forms for both cannon-esque and original characters to be made!
Remember, folks...
The revolution begins with you.
