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22:51, 18th April 2024 (GMT+0)

Crossworlds

Anything. Everything. Something.

The Beckoning
It began as a pulse. Something like a heartbeat, yet not, that you felt throughout your core. Faint tremoring at first. Something that seemed to more like your imagination that something real. It was always there, just barely. As time went on, it gained in intensity. Then frequency. It went from a ghost of a whisper to the pounding of a hammer.

With it came the flickers. Flashes of...something. Like glimmers just out of the corners of you eyes. Brief flashes of...different. At first they were slight differences. A man with a hat, then without a hat. Then they grew...more. A building there, then not there. A city street replaced with a dense forest. And like the pulses, they got longer, more vivid, and more...alien.

Everyday, the pulses and flickerings increase. They happen more and more. They happen so much that you have begun to question. Yourself. Are you going...crazy? Has your mind finally snapped? OR...Or has the World...Reality snapped? What happens if you...reached out and...

Reality is fraying. It is coming apart. ALL of it. Every dimension...every alternate timeline...every imaginable version. ALL OF IT is breaking down.  You see it...you feel it. It is there in front of you. You...you are the one that sees...knows. YOU. And you? You are not, will not just stand there. You see it and you feel compelled...to seek out answers. How? Why? Who? What do you have to do...to stop it?

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This is a Sci-Fantasy Apocalypse of Multi-Dimensional Proportions. Anything. Everything. Something. That is the mantra for this setting. You can be Anything, Everything, Something. Want to be a Paladin of the God of Fire? OK. Want to be a Sentient AI with an Android Body? Plug IN. Anything, anyone , whatever you want. In fact, it is encouraged. This is a Story. And in this Story, you can be anything, everything, something. YOU decide.