Yeah from time to time my universe for my rpg evolves. So I thought I’d share the current short bits of texts I’m working on as they give an idea of where universe is headed.
“This is how it all ends.
Not with a bang, but in silence.
Not with a flash, but in darkness.
Not in chaos, but in stillness.
Everything becomes nothing.
Just the deep, all encompassing, void
The utter nothingness.
Such is the fate of life.
Such is the fate of the universe.
We are fated to become echoes.
Like countless voiceless before and to come.
This is how it all ends.”
- written on the wall in the Nexus great library
Humanity has spread itself into the great unknown.
Yet they found not a single living sentient species.
Just ruins of countless races that came before and suddenly were no more.
Then they found the nexus.
A massive station, empty, ancient, but still working.
Great vaulted halls filled with knowledge, technology, history, and silence.
Only echoes of what once was.
The solitude does not mean peace, it does not mean an easy life.
The universe is a dangerous place and humanity may well soon become another echo in the Nexus’s great halls.
It’s dark, cold, and lonely out there amongst the stars.
Journey across the stars as adventurers, mercenaries, pilgrims, or just survivors.
Seek out your place, carve out a future, survive against the odds.
Delve into the mystery behind the silent universe.
The heart of the nexus is a very real thing, it’s not just an analogy, it is a literal heart, something is alive at its core, beating, pulsing, breathing life and sustaining this station. The heart is more than just alive, more than just a system, I believe it is the station, that somehow the original station is a real entity, perhaps, even in some way we don’t quite understand yet, sentient. What I do know is it that it is the reason the nexus has survived these millennia, how it keeps its core repaired and functional. What I do not know is how, or how it sustains itself.
– scientist journal entry
The first time you connect with It it’s an overwhelming experience, it’s quite unlike anything else, a powerful other, uncontrollable, untameable, and thrilling. Then with time you come to think you are stronger than it is and you can bend it to your will, use it, control it. After a time you find you can move things with a thought, maybe effect the temperature, create, destroy.
Then you realise there is a cost to this, you are consuming yourself, losing more and more of yourself, the first time you loose control, it’s terrifyingly silent, a deep unpenetrable silence.
Your very self recoils at what’s happening but you can’t stop. The power is too much, the thrill too great. You loose yourself more and more, until the moments of silence when you are yourself become rare painful reminders of your humanity. Then one day, in one final violent silent moment you are no more, you are lost, another echo, another silent scream.
– blog post