Post by John on Mar 18, 2007 0:11:48 GMT -5
The Cylons were created by Man.
They Rebelled.
They Evolved.
They Look and Feel Human.
Some are programmed to think they are Human.
There are many copies.
And they have a Plan…
z15.invisionfree.com/Rag_Tag_Fleet
We were so frakking arrogant, so mindless of our own history. Man made the Cylons to make life easier…and for a time it worked. And then the War came & our own creations rose up to slaughter us. We were victims of our own undoing too sophisticated, too advanced to realize the danger until it was almost too late. And now forty years after the War, we fell victim again, only this time we were wholly unprepared. We’d forgotten where we’d been and became so blinded by our collective complacency, by our naïve wish that nothing could ever happen like that again.
We were so wrong…
Now, driven from our lives, the Colonies in smoldering ruin behind us, we set forth to the stars. All this has happened before & all of this will happen again. With less than fifty thousand refugees left, can humanity save itself & find a place to call home?
* * * * *
Rag Tag Fleet is a Galactica Reimagined RPG. It gives you the unique opportunity to pick the side you wish to fight for. Will you be part of Colonial Fleet, humanity’s last line of defense against extinction? Could you help to shape this new civilization crawling from the debris of the old as a civilian refugee? Is humanity a flawed creation, which in the hands of you & your brethren, will be cleansed for you to be able to come into your own - then Cylon is for you.
Some retreat into their faith, others into themselves. Some will rise, to become leaders of men; some doggedly continue to do their jobs, to hold to themselves as it’s all they have. Still others will fall, the pressure will break them, twist them. Some will turn this horror to their advantage, using other people to further their means. There will be those who will do all they can to help, to bolster their fellows, others will turn against them. There’s no going back and Earth, if it even exists, is a long, long way off. Only time will tell who, or even if, the survivors of the Twelve Colonies will make it.
They Rebelled.
They Evolved.
They Look and Feel Human.
Some are programmed to think they are Human.
There are many copies.
And they have a Plan…
z15.invisionfree.com/Rag_Tag_Fleet
We were so frakking arrogant, so mindless of our own history. Man made the Cylons to make life easier…and for a time it worked. And then the War came & our own creations rose up to slaughter us. We were victims of our own undoing too sophisticated, too advanced to realize the danger until it was almost too late. And now forty years after the War, we fell victim again, only this time we were wholly unprepared. We’d forgotten where we’d been and became so blinded by our collective complacency, by our naïve wish that nothing could ever happen like that again.
We were so wrong…
Now, driven from our lives, the Colonies in smoldering ruin behind us, we set forth to the stars. All this has happened before & all of this will happen again. With less than fifty thousand refugees left, can humanity save itself & find a place to call home?
* * * * *
Rag Tag Fleet is a Galactica Reimagined RPG. It gives you the unique opportunity to pick the side you wish to fight for. Will you be part of Colonial Fleet, humanity’s last line of defense against extinction? Could you help to shape this new civilization crawling from the debris of the old as a civilian refugee? Is humanity a flawed creation, which in the hands of you & your brethren, will be cleansed for you to be able to come into your own - then Cylon is for you.
Some retreat into their faith, others into themselves. Some will rise, to become leaders of men; some doggedly continue to do their jobs, to hold to themselves as it’s all they have. Still others will fall, the pressure will break them, twist them. Some will turn this horror to their advantage, using other people to further their means. There will be those who will do all they can to help, to bolster their fellows, others will turn against them. There’s no going back and Earth, if it even exists, is a long, long way off. Only time will tell who, or even if, the survivors of the Twelve Colonies will make it.