Welcome to a New World [Open Log]

[kismet_loop_mods]

WHO: Everyone involved in Game Start
WHAT: Waking up after the explosion
WHERE: Well . . . that's for you guys to figure out, isn't it?
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: None but what you bring with you
NOTES: Be sure to reply in your respective group thread.



At first, there is nothing. Without warning, agony erupts – a twisting, burning sensation that leaves you sure you’re about to be torn apart, but then it subsides to a sharp ache. The nothingness has taken on a purple-black appearance, shifting and flowing around you.

You’re lying on your back, and the pressure is immense. If you breathe, you feel like you’re suffocating. You struggle to sit up, to get the pressure off you. You strain and fight . . . and suddenly the mists flow off and away, taking the pressure with them. You sit up and look around.

You’re not in Kansas anymore.

Misty purple-black “bubbles” on the ground around you burst and flow off from other bodies, disappearing down into the ground and revealing familiar faces.

Wherever you are, at least you’re not here alone.

Comments

/Happily noms ice cream~

[originaldragoon]

This is a Cybertron?

[She wonders if this is how the Cybertron they would have turned out if there were more organics taking refuge there.]

The one we came from was very young. Is that the same with this one?

*SIGH* Such ungrateful children.

[not_the_scapegoat]

I couldn't say exactly how old this planet is. It is certainly still changing and growing, but there are also ruins, implying that there used to be others here. [He shrugs]

This is Cybertron, though. Another Guardian is to thank for the ability of organic life to flourish here.

D:<

[badboybikerbot]

You know what, sure. Why not. We all come from wacky, bizarro alternate universes anyway. Why can't this be a Cybertron too? Whatever, right?

[Gunmax gives negative fucks right now man]

↖('` ◣ ﹏◢)Ψ hue hue hue

[raceme]

But Cybertron shouldn't look like this..... [Blurr is probably alone in his woes. He leans against Gunmax, too sore to keep complaining.]

Alright then..eh..who's in charge here?

>3

[originaldragoon]

So this Cybertron is suited for both metal and organic forms of life... [Well it will at least be easier to live here for those like her.]

Also, who are the guardians?

I disown you all, you're all on your own now.

[not_the_scapegoat]

I am, of course, [He gives a bit of a bow....and add this almost as an afterthought] and the other Guardians.

There are several of us here. Iraj, for instance has helped the organic life flourish here, there's Paian, an amazing healer, and Gyroscope, he's something of a scholar. There are...well, were eleven of us. A couple seem to have decided to leave recently. A pity, makes it harder for the rest of use to keep the Miasma at bay.

WE DON'T NEED YOU DAD

[badboybikerbot]

[DON'T WORRY BLURR the scrawniest BP will totally protect you or make sure you don't faceplant or something whatev.]

The hell's a Miasma? That doesn't even sound like a real word.

[Leave it to Gunmax to offer helpful input.]

WE CAN TAKE CARE OF OURSELVES /builds pillow fort

[raceme]

[Gee, Gunmax, what a relief. just make sure none of you trips and fall over the organics that cloud get really messy really quickly.]

Sounds like sometime similar to the lambda. [Blurr mutter a 'don't swear in front of the ladies, it's rude' to Gunmax.]

A scholar?

YEAH! WHO NEEDS YOU ANYWAY?

[originaldragoon]

[Rose gives a bit of a nod.]

It does sound like another version of the Lambda.

What about the First Forged? Are there versions of them here as well?