Jack Frost
09-04-10, 05:53 PM
How long have I wandered?
How long will I continue?
What is my purpose?
When will I find it?
I am a phantom, lost to time.
Accessing file on..... [Date] {Twelfth lunar month, 121 day, 300th year of cataclysm.}
The world of Althanas has changed greatly. Long ago men and women went around cloaked in armor wielding swords and magic to do great and terrible deeds. That time period was known simply as the prologue. Soon people began to focus less on adventures, and more on science. This soon became the golden age of Althanas. During this age Althanas advanced quickly and developed planes, cars, sky scrapers, cell phones. Soon Althanians found themselves colonizing space.
Bit knowledge comes at a price. The more they advanced technology, the less common people who used magic became, religions died along with magic. Soon Althanas became a world of technology. To help usher it into this age were two people. They were Esmeralda, a battle mech, and Chroma, a human based robot who could feel emotions. Then soon there was nowhere left to advance to, except conquering death.
Little did anyone know how disastrous this would be. The serum that would cause immortality turned volatile, and mutated into a virus. This virus soon was found to attack the brain, causing sections like the frontal lobe to shrink, while other parts that focused on survival skills were enlarged. Soon Althanas was flooded with creatures who resembled corpses, and hungered for the flesh of the living. Life continued everywhere else, but the planet of Althanas became a zombie infested wasteland. Now only one wanders there, a mighty phantom who avoids there detection.
[File closed]
Ghost grimaced as he lifted the visor of his helmet up. His pale amber eyes scanned the surrounding landscape. Large buildings towered over him, piercing into the heavens. All around him walking corpses, dubbed zombies, staggered around. They constantly moaned, looking for food, Ghost's flesh. Of course they would never find him. He was the great phantom, the one they could never detect, one they mistook for their own. This was due to a rare genetic defect in his body. He did not give off certain signals zombies used to detect humans or other life forms.
This knowledge did not put him at ease. There were some who could see him, these were known as seekers. The seekers had the same amber eyes he did, and could alert others to his presence. This was due to the fact that they could actually see, versus the zombie who maneuvered using a sonar based system.
He lowered his visor, and crouched low. His uniform was an altered version of special ops in the galactic Z combat armies. His helmet was a sleek, tightly encasing pseudo orichalkum frame with a hardened orange tinted visor. His suit was specially modified liquid silver that was meant to be self repairing, and incredibly durable. This took the shoe of a black leather looking body suit that encased every inch of skin.. He wore standard issue boots made of lunar dragon skin. Inside the sole of the boots were two jet boosters per boot. These could be used to hover over crowds, and short periods of flight. Strapped to his back was a sub automatic plasma gun, capable of burning his way through buildings and walls if needed.
He heard a sound he dreaded most, the yapping of his least favorite type of Zombie. These were referred to as Mutts, and were zombified werewolves. These creatures were always searchers. They had picked up his scent and he was in deep trouble
How long will I continue?
What is my purpose?
When will I find it?
I am a phantom, lost to time.
Accessing file on..... [Date] {Twelfth lunar month, 121 day, 300th year of cataclysm.}
The world of Althanas has changed greatly. Long ago men and women went around cloaked in armor wielding swords and magic to do great and terrible deeds. That time period was known simply as the prologue. Soon people began to focus less on adventures, and more on science. This soon became the golden age of Althanas. During this age Althanas advanced quickly and developed planes, cars, sky scrapers, cell phones. Soon Althanians found themselves colonizing space.
Bit knowledge comes at a price. The more they advanced technology, the less common people who used magic became, religions died along with magic. Soon Althanas became a world of technology. To help usher it into this age were two people. They were Esmeralda, a battle mech, and Chroma, a human based robot who could feel emotions. Then soon there was nowhere left to advance to, except conquering death.
Little did anyone know how disastrous this would be. The serum that would cause immortality turned volatile, and mutated into a virus. This virus soon was found to attack the brain, causing sections like the frontal lobe to shrink, while other parts that focused on survival skills were enlarged. Soon Althanas was flooded with creatures who resembled corpses, and hungered for the flesh of the living. Life continued everywhere else, but the planet of Althanas became a zombie infested wasteland. Now only one wanders there, a mighty phantom who avoids there detection.
[File closed]
Ghost grimaced as he lifted the visor of his helmet up. His pale amber eyes scanned the surrounding landscape. Large buildings towered over him, piercing into the heavens. All around him walking corpses, dubbed zombies, staggered around. They constantly moaned, looking for food, Ghost's flesh. Of course they would never find him. He was the great phantom, the one they could never detect, one they mistook for their own. This was due to a rare genetic defect in his body. He did not give off certain signals zombies used to detect humans or other life forms.
This knowledge did not put him at ease. There were some who could see him, these were known as seekers. The seekers had the same amber eyes he did, and could alert others to his presence. This was due to the fact that they could actually see, versus the zombie who maneuvered using a sonar based system.
He lowered his visor, and crouched low. His uniform was an altered version of special ops in the galactic Z combat armies. His helmet was a sleek, tightly encasing pseudo orichalkum frame with a hardened orange tinted visor. His suit was specially modified liquid silver that was meant to be self repairing, and incredibly durable. This took the shoe of a black leather looking body suit that encased every inch of skin.. He wore standard issue boots made of lunar dragon skin. Inside the sole of the boots were two jet boosters per boot. These could be used to hover over crowds, and short periods of flight. Strapped to his back was a sub automatic plasma gun, capable of burning his way through buildings and walls if needed.
He heard a sound he dreaded most, the yapping of his least favorite type of Zombie. These were referred to as Mutts, and were zombified werewolves. These creatures were always searchers. They had picked up his scent and he was in deep trouble