[Statplay | Original] Project: This Dream

Tell me the story of your soul,
For perhaps it is the same one as mine.

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Hey...

Sigh. Allow me to, at least, tell my tale before you decide. I take it you will listen to me, for these words come out from my heart, or what is left of it. I am from... a world. A world where common knowledge would have blatantly rejected the preternatural laws this realm abides to, a world which might as well have been irreversibly lost by now, a world I once happened to live in. Unfortunately I... I just cannot remember its name. I cannot even remember my own name.

I cannot remember my life.

Most of it, at least. It began with a series of murders characterized by the brutal violence used in them. Media thought, or perhaps made us foolishly believe that there was nothing out of the ordinary with them... The possibility of a serial killer was quickly ruled out by the diversity of the crimes, the lack of connection between them, and the sheer distance across the globe. I... really cannot blame my world. Nobody, even in their craziest fantasies, would have believed what was to happen. Until it was too late. It tore out the boundaries of normality. We weren't prepared. Nobody was.

And... my dream. Yes, I remember my dream. It is crucial for you to understand the importance of what I'm about to tell you... Maybe you can interpret the meaning better than I could. It is only a theory, but if I am right...! Fuck, the only person I know who dreamt of similar circumstances is gone... and maybe I will never know. Maybe I am wrong, and these efforts are in fucking vain. As if there was anything I could do...

Urgh. Sorry, I got carried away.

They say that there are dreams where you realize what is happening, and you can live through them with full control over yourself. I'm fairly certain this was one of these cases. Otherwise, there'd be no way I'd have survived. In retrospect, I should have investigated the remains of the machine first... but I was amazed with the tropical paradise before me, so I set off to explore. I slowed down as I noticed a clearing, and furthermore, a gargantuan hole leading down to darkness.

That's where I first encountered one.

A Leukanthrope.

Its monstrous form towered in comparison to me, developed build making its ferocious physical strength evident. The thing was completely white, and as it turned, I noticed it had no face. There was a vague outline of reptilian nature, but there were no eyes, no jaw, no anything. I remember the red markings scattered over its hulking body glowing sanguinely at me... And I knew. It knew it was going to kill me. I knew that, defying all possible logic, this creature had the power to kill me for real.

It charged with a bloodcurdling battle cry.

Had I not scrambled away, practically scared shitless, I wouldn't have found that fated knife. I used it. I killed it first. And I awoke.

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I wish you rest in your dreams,
Knowing that this one is eternal.

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I just... cannot comprehend it. I probably never will. But as my conscious surfaced into reality, I heard. I heard screams in the real world. The snow-white beast laid crumpled in a heap in front of me, bleeding profusely, the one I had killed in my sleep. And then, I instantly saw others. Two. Three. Four. They mercilessly massacred everyone. I saw my friends, or at least whom I think were my friends, die before my eyes. Headless victims contorted in horrid angles, pierced bodies flung recklessly towards the walls. Just like in the news. Just like in the fucking news. Even though I still had the glorified knife, I ran. I ran and ran, witnessing death and destruction, until my own body forced me to collapse from exhaustion.

Moments later, civilization as I knew it was in ruins.

Nothing could stop them. They rampaged with only one objective in mind--intent of manslaughter. Like a legion of killing machines out of a twisted nightmare, they spawned from everywhere in the world. Me? I hid. I hid with my friend. She was smart and we managed to gather provisions to survive. I kept the knife. I think she was my best friend. But I can't remember her name, or appearance, or voice... all I have is the recollection that she indeed existed. Heh... Heh heh. Maybe it's a fabricated memory... and if it is, I wouldn't even know it. How fucking fantastic.

One day after the alleged beginning of end of the world, the monsters arrived. We'd thought the shelter was hidden and protected, and the area completely deserted, but apparently we were wrong. They barged in, easily incapacitated me, and in the agonizing moments I thought they were going to maul her, they... just forcefully took her with them. They vanished without a trace. They didn't touch me. I remember nothing else, though I can easily deduce how pathetic and useless I felt that moment. It was true. I was only a human, after all... I don't know what I am now, though there is still hope within me that I haven't forsaken my humanity for... Ah, that's right. Her contract.

I remember her features nigh-perfectly. Although she never claimed to, I knew--or rather know that she isn't human, or from my homeworld at all. Her hauntingly cyan gaze stared at me, and her face was frozen in a soft, understanding expression of what could be called sympathy... all while reciting to me the implications of a certain deal, or "oath" as she called it. I nodded faithfully at her promise of finding my lost friend, listening intently on how she cryptically remarked that the only way to solve this was venturing to "their world". Perhaps I was a fool. Perhaps she was deceiving me, using me as a pawn for a greater fate I have no control of. But I had no other leads. I had no home. I didn't even know if she was alive... but I believed. I believed firmly, and accepted.

I ended up in Leiobea, with these scattered fragments of a past I've barely pieced together, and new knowledge that had just been... implanted into me. I realize now that this might have been the greatest mistake ever, but I have no regrets, for the only way out is forward.

Because I have nothing to lose.

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I forsake reality to answer you,
Yes, I'll die for my destiny.

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~ PROJECT: This Dream ~​

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!

I thereby present to you my newest Statistical Roleplay... PROJECT: This Dream! Why is it labeled as a project, you ask? Interesting question, for I have no fucking idea! In truth, the idea started, of course, by a dream of mine. It was a particular one the people in Chatzy were attentive to hear, and I decided to ultimately turn it into a full-fledged "Shadowplot"... with several unconventionalisms involved. What? Of course. I set a personal goal to have the system--a brand-new series of concepts such as the Dreamflow System and Trait Abilities which will make it vastly different from anything you have seen before--ready for this day. October 27th. Unfortunately right now there is still no official name for the project, and seeing as I've grown quite fond of it, there's a high chance This Dream will keep its namesake for when, in the case people are indeed interested, it is time to get it started.

Where to begin? The Roleplay itself will focus on the party, who, now stranded in the dreamlike realm of Leiobea, set to investigate and attempt to cease the invasion of the ferocious monsters, the Leukanthropes who inhabit it, who surge from one's dreams and proceed to carve a path of rampage and destruction as soon as this is done. Joined together by the hand of a mysterious woman known only as the Dream Contractor, the characters, pulled from their respective worlds and realities, face the unforeseen consequences of an oath formed in times of peril and must now discover the truth behind everything... while trying to, in turn, discover their own purpose in the journey, for their very beings have been altered by an energy called Dreamflow due to the transition between worlds.

Can you heed the contract's call, willing to face This Dream?

 

((As for D41, the answer will be yes for the first question, though I've yet to decipher what you mean with the second.))

For ALL THOSE INTERESTED! Thank you for expressing your interest for PROJECT: This Dream. Provided everyone ends up sending me a character profile and furthermore participating in the actual RP, we will have a total of 7 Party Members... without counting my character, of course. Nevertheless, I will proceed to post the modified profile template used for This Dream and explain the new concepts. For future reference, please refer to Vertigo's profile in my Grimoire.

Link to PROJECT: This Dream's Official OoC Thread is through HERE.

 

Yep~ Refer to This Dream's OoC Thread for the new mechanics that are going to be implemented, and the notice by the end.