Robert Can't
Éponine
"Soon after the new millenium begins, humankind’s oldest enemies — war,
famine and disease — are winning the battle on planet Earth. The United
Nations decides to attempt the mission that has been the dream of countless
science fiction writers and fans for generations: the colonization of a New
World, before it is too late. The establishment of a new outpost for mankind
as an alternative to the decaying situation on our mother planet seems to be
the last and best hope for the continued existence of mankind.
Code named “Unity,” the plan is simple. Send enough men, women and supplies
to the earthlike planet, Chiron, orbiting the primary star in the Alpha
Centauri system. Give them the seeds for planting a new society — technology,
knowledge, and experts of every kind. Insure that the mission, U.N. sponsored,
stays on track by carefully monitoring its progress from Earth. Then,
when the time is right, and if the need still exists, begin shuttling others to
the New World at Alpha Centauri.
But space travel is a difficult undertaking, even now. It is hard to reach our
own moon. Even if we had the capacity to make it to a distant planet, will we
be able to bring the travelers back? Once firmly established on a distant world,
will we be able to cooperate with one another there long enough to establish
a new society that can attain the same levels and quality of life that we have
achieved here after almost 5000 years of civilization? But the deteriorating
conditions on Earth leave us little choice."
Imagine; Imagine a world where everyone was free and equal where the peoples of the world prospered and everyone was happy. A perfect vision of a perfect future. Everyone has 3 cars which are clean and healthy for the environment, everyone can watch whatever TV they want whenever they want. Everything is an easy going joy. Everyone has access to free, clean and healthy water and can go home at night to hearty meal of their favorite food. Imagine that, wouldn't it be brilliant, wouldn't it be beautiful. A world where every man got his girl.
Keep imagining.
Hold on to that dream.
Hold on to it like there is no tomorrow.
Why? Because this is not that world. This is the opposite, the people starve and war wreaks havoc throughout the lands. You aren't ever sure where your next drink will come from, let alone your next meal. You wake up everyday with the continual fear that one of the shells may his your house and destroy what little is left. That is if you are lucky... If you are unlucky you will wake up in a cardboard box in an unused underground railway will countless millions of others. They are all starving, there isn't enough water either, disease runs rampant and the constant threat of a patrol of soldiers with shredder guns coming down to kill everyone there looms over you.
You don't have to imagine this...
This is reality.
Joining the game:
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Firstly... Welcome! Its good to see you here.
Secondly... Goodbye! You are about to be whisked out of your comfortable life and thrust into the bitter, horrible wold of Sid Meier 's Alpha Centauri. Here you will stay... Until a ship bound for the nearest habitable planet blasts off leaving the dregs of humanity behind.
But that's in the future, for now you are stuck on earth.
So, Lets go through what you're going to need:
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Firstly, your going to need a name, a good one, no fooling around or a stray shell could easily blast your house to smithereens.
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Secondly you need an age, this means the amount of years since your birth (rounding down, naturally) and you may even feel inclined to provide a date of birth as well. Being aware that the current year is 2060
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So, now we have the basics out of the way, where are you from? In this fractured world you must be from somewhere... anywhere. So what's your nationality, your hometown.
Of course if you can't remember... I feel for you, brain damage from shrapnel is commonplace these days.
Of course if you can't remember... I feel for you, brain damage from shrapnel is commonplace these days.
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Now I know that this is quite a private question... You don't have to answer it if you don't want to... But if you could kindly reveal weather or not you have breasts, if your female, or if you are not a female... If you don't want to answer that's fine. I'm sure we will all be able to guess from your name.
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I'm also getting a bit short sighted, radiation poisoning does that you know, so I can't see you properly. Thus it would also be nice if you could offer a short description of yourself that I can use for mine own malevolent purposes. Can be as in depth or as shallow as you want...
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I'm getting to know you a bit now. But I wont have time to get to fully know you in our short time together. So, how's about you tell me all about your personality, that would be really nice of you.
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Right, now I know basically who you are. From your sweet face to your ugly name. But I don't know much about what's made you you; what events have shaped your life? Did you grow up in the slums of Cuitadella or the Ivory Towers of Cambridge. Tell me everything... I really want to know.
Also if you could just mention what your previous job was, that'd be handy too.
Also if you could just mention what your previous job was, that'd be handy too.
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One more thing. I just want to get this straight... Are you a member of the Spartan Federation. I'm not going to judge you if you are and if you are please don't do anything violent. Its just key that I know.
Finally, being the kind gentleman I am, do you think you could fill in this here form with everything you've just told me. Remember, the more you write the better chance that someone will read something they like...
Name:
Age:
Nationality:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Also please specify whether or not you are a member of the Spartan Federation.
Upon completing this form I'll be happy to confirm or deny your petition to become a member of the crew of the UNS Unity. Should you be accepted you must sign the confidentiality agreement, make an oath to the UN Charter and anything else that Captain Garland sees fit.
Good Luck, I hope you make it off the damned rock.
Do not post or I will eat you.