Sanctaphrax
16-10-2005, 15:23
OOC: Well, my time on NS is up. The recent situation with the mods killed off any enjoyment I had left on this game. I have my time occupied enough with moderating Particracy as it is, so I haven't had much time. I apologise to Sarzonia, Gaeltach and Der Fuhrer Dyszel, as well as all the others I may have forgotten who's RPs with me will have to be abandoned. For those IIers that still wish to keep in touch, my MSN is sahar321@lycos.co.uk
I don't wish this to turn into a debate, I just figured Sanctaphrax deserved a proper send off instead of just fading into obscurity. I have planned this to be my best RP post yet, but you'll have to tell me yourselves.
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IC:
Not the best job in the world, but at least it pays Jason McCall thought to himself with a grin. With a wife and two kids at home, he didn’t work for the enjoyment, but for the money. He’d even as a kid been well built, so when he’d grown up, police officer had been the job he’d been looking at. Unfortunately, he’d never been overly furnished in the brain department, so he’d been stuck as a security guard instead. He watched as yet another limousine pulled up and out stepped yet another celebrity, a dignitary of some sort that he didn’t recognise.
The man gave him a stare and looked as if he’d punch him when Jason asked him to open his bag, but finally backed down, opening his bag for inspection. Everything was in order, and Jason waved him in through the metal detector.
The man, CEO of the Banderbear Hotels & Resorts chain, walked down the marble hallway, his polished black shoes clicking against the floor as he walked. He walked through a set of sliding double doors, and into a large hall. In fact, large didn’t even begin to describe it. This was a new experiment for the Banderbear chain, a conference hall. Over 1’000 people could be seated, in two tiers, with a large luxury suite as well.
The suite itself could be used for a conference, or it could be opened to the main hall It was to here that he walked, flashing his ID card to the guard at the entrance, and taking his place alongside dignitaries such as Cowlquape Pentephraxis himself, and various of his cabinet. The room was lavishly decorated with velvet curtains, silk tablecloths, tables packed with expensive food and champagne. Waitresses served the gathered group, getting them whatever they wanted from the food table whilst classical music played quietly, providing a pleasant backdrop to the conversation.
The hall itself was packed to capacity and then some, some journalists who hadn’t received a formal invitation had opted to stand at the back. As Cowlquapes gaze wandered around the room, a man stepped to the front of the room, onto a small podium. He was a tall man, he looked to be about sixty, although Cowlquape knew him to be only fourty. He had a crown of brown hair around the edges, but in the middle he was bald. He stood straight, making him seem that bit taller than he was. Timothy Hayden was a major scientist, who had recently been working on a government funded project, although it had been kept secret, deemed too controversial to be unveiled until it was certain it worked. Timothy tapped the microphone gently and coughed, the sound of it echoing around the room, which fell silent instantly.
“I’d like to thank everyone for coming, its nice to see so much support for this project of mine, which I have been working on for the past five years, along with my staff, and which was generously funded by the government.”
He stopped and took a sip of water, of course, nobody knew what the project was, much less were they showing any kind of support for it, but they waited quietly while he finished drinking. When he was done, he began talking again. He had a quiet voice, but one that demanded authority, resonating around the hall.
“This project, once I tell you what it is, will no doubt have quite a few eyebrows raised. I know for sure that nobody has any idea what is being unveiled today, but I ask you to bear with me, all will be revealed in due course. This project has received full government funding and backing over the past five years, as a part of the science and technology budget. I shall cut to the chase, what I have built, a truly remarkable achievement, is a machine that is written about in books, spoken about in films and sung about in songs. This is the worlds first of these that actually does work, all our tests have indicated such. So without any further ado, here it is. The worlds first fully functioning time travel machine!”
He paused for a moment to let it sink in to the crowds. When it did, there were quite a few nervous giggles, which led to disguised laughter. Some of the more confused people clapped a few times then stopped, looked around in bewilderment then decided not to do anything. The laughter slowly subsided, and paved the way for a nervous silence.
Somewhere behind the scenes, a man specially chosen for the task pulled on the rope which lifted the veil covering the machine. Although just a small footnote in history, the response to his task was great, and varied. Some people gasped, some applauded, one man in the front chuckled and whispered to his friend.
“Its extraordinary what lengths people will go to for an April Fools joke isn’t it? Bravo! Bravo!”
He calmed down considerably when someone pointed out that it was in fact late October, not the 1st of April. He seemed to be considering the possibilities for a moment, then decided to sit quietly from thereonin.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I will now give you a demonstration of this machines awesome capabilities. I will physically transport myself into a different age, and come back. As proof, I will take one randomly chosen person with me, any volunteers?”
The man at the front saw a chance to redeem himself and stood up. “Sure, if this “time machine” is real, I’ll go with you, might be good for a laugh. Most likely just a wooden box with a clock painted on.”
“On the contrary, I assure you its not. This way.”
Timothy took a deep breath to compose himself. This was it, the highlight of his career, the one breakthrough he’d always dreamed of. He pressed the button in his hand. Instead of sending the two of them off to some far off land like he’d hoped, instead the machine rattled slightly, then stood still. People giggled and the mood, previously tense and watchful, now relaxed as people took to chattering among themselves.
Suddenly the clock on the front glowed bright white, blinding everyone in the hall. Then as soon as it had come, the light disappeared, and with it, an entire nation. Where Sanctaphrax had once existed, instead there was merely a hole in the ground, a hole which the sea rushed to fill. Within minutes, Sanctaphrax was nothing but legends and memories, stories and tales to be passed down from generation to generation among Sanctaphrax’s allies.
*meanwhile*
A thunderous roar echoed around the mountains and hills, all around the rivers and valleys. It was answered by another one. Then, in the middle of it, a crash of huge magnitude, the sound that an entire nation would make if it were to land unexpectedly in the middle of another landmass, in a space it would occupy for the next few millennia. Underneath, in hundreds of thousands years time, the bones of the last dinosaurs would be discovered, brutally killed by an experiment gone wrong. And who would speak of those lost? Who would remember those who unwillingly gave their lives to science? So ends the story of Sanctaphrax.
OOC: For anyone who might have ships in that area, they would probably get sucked into the wave that would undoubtedly generate to fill the gap left by Sanctaphrax. Other than that, radars would notice an abnormality, a noticeable one. This will be my last RP, I'll try to keep it going as long as possible. I've loved every minute of my time on this forum, and I don't regret it, my writing skills I've felt have improved greatly since I joined. Thanks all :)
I don't wish this to turn into a debate, I just figured Sanctaphrax deserved a proper send off instead of just fading into obscurity. I have planned this to be my best RP post yet, but you'll have to tell me yourselves.
************************************************************
IC:
Not the best job in the world, but at least it pays Jason McCall thought to himself with a grin. With a wife and two kids at home, he didn’t work for the enjoyment, but for the money. He’d even as a kid been well built, so when he’d grown up, police officer had been the job he’d been looking at. Unfortunately, he’d never been overly furnished in the brain department, so he’d been stuck as a security guard instead. He watched as yet another limousine pulled up and out stepped yet another celebrity, a dignitary of some sort that he didn’t recognise.
The man gave him a stare and looked as if he’d punch him when Jason asked him to open his bag, but finally backed down, opening his bag for inspection. Everything was in order, and Jason waved him in through the metal detector.
The man, CEO of the Banderbear Hotels & Resorts chain, walked down the marble hallway, his polished black shoes clicking against the floor as he walked. He walked through a set of sliding double doors, and into a large hall. In fact, large didn’t even begin to describe it. This was a new experiment for the Banderbear chain, a conference hall. Over 1’000 people could be seated, in two tiers, with a large luxury suite as well.
The suite itself could be used for a conference, or it could be opened to the main hall It was to here that he walked, flashing his ID card to the guard at the entrance, and taking his place alongside dignitaries such as Cowlquape Pentephraxis himself, and various of his cabinet. The room was lavishly decorated with velvet curtains, silk tablecloths, tables packed with expensive food and champagne. Waitresses served the gathered group, getting them whatever they wanted from the food table whilst classical music played quietly, providing a pleasant backdrop to the conversation.
The hall itself was packed to capacity and then some, some journalists who hadn’t received a formal invitation had opted to stand at the back. As Cowlquapes gaze wandered around the room, a man stepped to the front of the room, onto a small podium. He was a tall man, he looked to be about sixty, although Cowlquape knew him to be only fourty. He had a crown of brown hair around the edges, but in the middle he was bald. He stood straight, making him seem that bit taller than he was. Timothy Hayden was a major scientist, who had recently been working on a government funded project, although it had been kept secret, deemed too controversial to be unveiled until it was certain it worked. Timothy tapped the microphone gently and coughed, the sound of it echoing around the room, which fell silent instantly.
“I’d like to thank everyone for coming, its nice to see so much support for this project of mine, which I have been working on for the past five years, along with my staff, and which was generously funded by the government.”
He stopped and took a sip of water, of course, nobody knew what the project was, much less were they showing any kind of support for it, but they waited quietly while he finished drinking. When he was done, he began talking again. He had a quiet voice, but one that demanded authority, resonating around the hall.
“This project, once I tell you what it is, will no doubt have quite a few eyebrows raised. I know for sure that nobody has any idea what is being unveiled today, but I ask you to bear with me, all will be revealed in due course. This project has received full government funding and backing over the past five years, as a part of the science and technology budget. I shall cut to the chase, what I have built, a truly remarkable achievement, is a machine that is written about in books, spoken about in films and sung about in songs. This is the worlds first of these that actually does work, all our tests have indicated such. So without any further ado, here it is. The worlds first fully functioning time travel machine!”
He paused for a moment to let it sink in to the crowds. When it did, there were quite a few nervous giggles, which led to disguised laughter. Some of the more confused people clapped a few times then stopped, looked around in bewilderment then decided not to do anything. The laughter slowly subsided, and paved the way for a nervous silence.
Somewhere behind the scenes, a man specially chosen for the task pulled on the rope which lifted the veil covering the machine. Although just a small footnote in history, the response to his task was great, and varied. Some people gasped, some applauded, one man in the front chuckled and whispered to his friend.
“Its extraordinary what lengths people will go to for an April Fools joke isn’t it? Bravo! Bravo!”
He calmed down considerably when someone pointed out that it was in fact late October, not the 1st of April. He seemed to be considering the possibilities for a moment, then decided to sit quietly from thereonin.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, I will now give you a demonstration of this machines awesome capabilities. I will physically transport myself into a different age, and come back. As proof, I will take one randomly chosen person with me, any volunteers?”
The man at the front saw a chance to redeem himself and stood up. “Sure, if this “time machine” is real, I’ll go with you, might be good for a laugh. Most likely just a wooden box with a clock painted on.”
“On the contrary, I assure you its not. This way.”
Timothy took a deep breath to compose himself. This was it, the highlight of his career, the one breakthrough he’d always dreamed of. He pressed the button in his hand. Instead of sending the two of them off to some far off land like he’d hoped, instead the machine rattled slightly, then stood still. People giggled and the mood, previously tense and watchful, now relaxed as people took to chattering among themselves.
Suddenly the clock on the front glowed bright white, blinding everyone in the hall. Then as soon as it had come, the light disappeared, and with it, an entire nation. Where Sanctaphrax had once existed, instead there was merely a hole in the ground, a hole which the sea rushed to fill. Within minutes, Sanctaphrax was nothing but legends and memories, stories and tales to be passed down from generation to generation among Sanctaphrax’s allies.
*meanwhile*
A thunderous roar echoed around the mountains and hills, all around the rivers and valleys. It was answered by another one. Then, in the middle of it, a crash of huge magnitude, the sound that an entire nation would make if it were to land unexpectedly in the middle of another landmass, in a space it would occupy for the next few millennia. Underneath, in hundreds of thousands years time, the bones of the last dinosaurs would be discovered, brutally killed by an experiment gone wrong. And who would speak of those lost? Who would remember those who unwillingly gave their lives to science? So ends the story of Sanctaphrax.
OOC: For anyone who might have ships in that area, they would probably get sucked into the wave that would undoubtedly generate to fill the gap left by Sanctaphrax. Other than that, radars would notice an abnormality, a noticeable one. This will be my last RP, I'll try to keep it going as long as possible. I've loved every minute of my time on this forum, and I don't regret it, my writing skills I've felt have improved greatly since I joined. Thanks all :)