So this is some old role playing I did with a couple friends from National 4-H Congress. I was inspired/challenged to play a villain on an RPG board. Here's the background for the story:
The Story
After years of pollution, all life on Earth was either forced underground or died. Running low on all life support supplies, humanity gathered together what they could, and in a desparate attempt to stay alive, fled the planet in a single, great ship.
After crashlanding on an eerily Earth-like planet, the remaining population stayed together for survival. But, as humans are, they refused to give up the technology they had.
Over the years, the population spread, building new and greater cities. Brilliant minds duplicated and improved the technology brought from Earth, making high tech life-support and super-food - and weapons as well. And humanity, too busy with themselves, overlooked everything else.
Hidden away, there were other things. From Earth, things had hidden on the ship, mutations and ancient life forms. On the new planet, other things had lived for ages, and now watched. Things humanity had thought only to be in storybooks.
How wrong they were.
Some of humanity has realized they aren't alone. But most won't believe that things are creeping in...
Information
Centuries have past since the crash, long enough that Earth is now no more than a tale of old. Unlike in the past, humanity is not reaching skyward, but focusing instead on those places they have colonized. Despite the years, most of the planet remains uncharted, though recent decades have brought about explorers - many of whom disapear, and are forgotten.
Numerous other races exist, most out somewhere in the wilderness, some walking about the cities like any human would. Many have their own ways, and their own technologies, but it is mostly humans who push the mass use of machinery.
Now here's the part I wrote :
Atlantis. The city of dreams. The city of peace. A peaceful life, where all could grow and prosper without the hanging tide of gluttony and greed that had swept the planet. Freedom. Prosperity. Safety for all who cross its threshold.
How quaint.
Michael wore a tiny grin behind his menu. He was sitting in a classy French restaurant that was frequented by the well-to-do of the city. Watching the other patrons as they dined in the soft light of candles, he was thinking about what had this city all abuzz. Atlantis. His smug grin grew wider at the thought of it. Atlantis was supposed to be a place of sanctuary for all non-humans, a place of rebirth for thier races so that they may live in thier own city in peace with the new human race. He scoffed mentally at this idea.
Really. Such fools. How could it be possible to live peacfully with such... vermin. Without their precious machines, thier command of their digital aresnals, humans would fall so easily...
The soft glows of the candles glittered off the silverware on the immaculate white table cloth and seemed to accent the tender strains of a piano in the background. Michael looked to the night sky through the glass next to him. The stars seemed so dim with all the smog and trash those vermin had produced. But soon all this would come to an end. Atlantis would come to be, but it would be under HIS command. A place of peace, indeed, but only after eliminating the competition.
The piano music seemed to fade as the blood pounded through Michael's ears. The plan would work yes... the ancient ways were still alive.... and the humans had forgotten what little they knew of the true sciences. The sciences of the elements, the alchemy that would soon shut down thier world. Yes. A blight would fall upon the human race, and the ancient races would once again rule the planet.
The city of Atlantis will be consencrated with the blood of humans...
Michael calmed as the waiter walked up, and flashed him a classic friendly smile.
"Sir, what is your pleasure for this evening?"
"The braised scallops and julliened garden vegetables." Michael answered, scanning the menu languidly.
"Very good sir, and to drink?"
"I believe a bordeaux is in order, I am celebrating a recent business victory."
"Yes, sir. Congratulations sir. I'll have it brought right to your table."
The waiter scurried off, leaving Michael eyeing the man's jugular with heavy lidded eyes. He could almost taste the man's blood, and yet he must eat like the other patrons to keep up appearances. Michael sighed and watched the stars. The waiter's blood would not satisfy him, anyway. He was like all the other humans on this planet, a mixed breed. One who was a descendant of the true humans from earth that had interbred with the strikingly brilliant and human-like inhabitants of this new planet they had colonized. No, the waiter's blood would be bland, not with the exciting metallic taste that a TRUE human's blood had. It was a true human that he must use to create his atlantis, this Michale knew... for otherwise, his kingdom would fall as fast as he would create it.
"Your wine, sir." The waiter had returned, carrying a chilled bottle of red bourdeax in a white towel. The waiter showed Michael the label before being given a nod to uncork the bottle and pour the man a glass of the wine.
"Will that be all sir?" the waiter asked, as Michael sipped a taste from the wineglass.
"Yes, thank you." Michael said, barely lifting his eyes. The waiter nodded and scuttled off. Michael stared at the wine in his glass for a moment through heavy lidded eyes.
Red. Blood red. Like the streets of my city will be when I use the blood of a human to purify this world.
He stared out into the starry night sky again, and began to contemplate the waxing moon. But where was Michael to find a full-blooded human? Not one of these mixed breed mutts that were only slightly better than the original vermin. His plan would not work without the proper... ingredients.
The moon was waxing. Soon it would be full, and his plan could begin. His needed human blood was near, young and fresh. He had even used his alchemical knowledge to pluck it from times gone by.
A black bird flew by the window, bringing Michael out of his reverie. There were others, he knew. Searching for his city, and what they thought it should be. But he would decieve them until it was too late. Until they were already citizens of his realm, and it was too late to escape. Too late for so many of the vermin.
Michael sipped his red wine, staring at the moon.
The time is near...
He gave a fanged grin to the luminous orb above him, and prepared to leave.[/i]
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