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Site:Plot:Characters:Rules:App:Contact We have grown comfortable. We have become complacent. We stand oblivious as the very soil beneath our feet becomes the alien. One by one, we are placated and know only forgiveness. We were not always believers. In the old days, the privileged thrived because of the millions who toiled in bowels of our planet. At least, this is how the story goes. All her children know now are the towering ziggurats of the metropolis and the endless wealth of her resources. Our children pale in the shadows of skyscrapers and whither as man’s machines grow strong enough to carry them. Our planet nurtures, but has she forgiven history and its blights? Time’s agents whisper of dark days, but the gears have turned for eons and silenced the voices of dissent. Perfection is status quo and excess drives its people. Who are we to speak blasphemy within Elysium? We are those who would salvage truth from the wreckage left by generations of contentment. We are the ones who would rend utopia asunder. We bear the burden of the ages. We have seen progress rear its vile head and reveal its ruse. The wheels are ever in motion, bringing forth the terrible change long due the titans of the planet. The deciding hand must be dealt and those damned in life must answer for their crimes.

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Site+Plot+Characters+Rules+App+Contact Lacuna, a world shielded by its nebulous atmosphere and faith, groans for elucidation. At the start of the world, twelve celestial beings, the Aurelus, were said to have lived among man, teaching him all the virtue and knowledge passed down through millennia to current day, preparing him with all he required to thrive on the aurora-encapsulated sphere. For reasons never wholly clarified, five of the Aurelus betrayed their benevolent efforts to aid man with all that was considered good, and, ultimately, drove the twelve into civil war. The cataclysmic skirmish, the globe suffering near to the point of collapse, one day ended abruptly, as the twelve vanished without warning or closure to their conflict. From that point, man, having witnessed all, was left to take what he had gathered and do what he would with it. The years past, and the event fell to everything from a faith-varying in conduct and basis depending on interpretation-to nothing more than an old folk legend. In recent years, with the advance of technology and fervent curiosity of Lacuna's people, the question of all these beliefs awaits answers, and, though seldom do they know it, they are closer to the revelation they seek than they would imagine. Within the confines of Lacuna's swirling atmosphere, twelve of its dwellers will be called to give rise to that which has fallen below the scope of the inhabitants. A revival sits at the horizon, only a few ticks of the clock away from its dawn...

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