Future Imperfect: A very short draftFuture Imperfect: An insufficient draft for A Mock-up game setting of kitchen-sink inanity
Humanity goes in unending cycles: Zealous ignorance followed by enlightenment, insulting misogyny followed by militant misandrism, and iron-clad empires followed by other iron-clad empires posing as democracies.
The planet itself was no different.
It was a secret to no one (at least no one within the right circles) that the planet itself goes through cycles in which magic comes and goes to come back again later on. Places like the infamous Hangar-51 were full of relics of old magical civilizations, safely hidden in order to protect the people from knowledge that might otherwise drive them insane (like the knowledge that we didn't really have to put up with the global village's last Cthonian economy model, but that's neither here nor there).
It was rumored among conspiracy theorists that the 20th century was a full century of preparations for the inevitable: Development of
Intel Inside, and then some"Sir, if you have anything to say, do so in an orderly manner, or I'll have you thrown out" the judge said, looking at the young man who barged uninvited in the court room barely one minute ago. The young man could see in the judge the jaded stare of someone who not only has watched society change immensely in very little time, but who has also had to deal with a good share of it. The biggest change perhaps, was the resurgence of magic in the world, something which took the world by storm and threatened to tear society to pieces. Even today, the legal system still had to make amends and addendums on a nearly monthly basis in order to try to remain all-encompasive in a society prone to having the strange becoming commonplace.
"I will, your honor." The young man said bringing a cart full of boxes of unopened, top of the line laptops.
"In order for your words to be recorded and acknowledged, young man, please give the notary your name and Global Identification Number," the judge sternly r
On the Whispering WayOn the Whispering Way (A fragment of a book of shadows)
The young teen flipped through the pages of the leather-bound tome. Despite its age, the book was still in remarkable condition almost like a grimoire.
"So you're a necromancer dad, no wonder you keep to yourself like you do" the girl said to herself as she ran fingers through her short, raven tresses. Her big, emerald eyes of elven half-blood went through the paragraphs in spite of the most insufficient light she used to read, skipping pages at random, stopping on paragraphs that called her:
Almost every scholar of the black arts is familiar to some degree with The Whispering Way, a philosophy which seeks perfection in stasis, and claims the world must die in order for it to forever live. That, at least, is the assumed philosophical justification for the actual whispering way, necromancy's most prized secret, the immortality formula.
I won't claim to have in my possession the complete se