Candy Kids
01-10-2007, 21:52
A lone eagle descended slowly from the clouds. The long voyage was over, it had finally found shores on which to rest. It continued to descend, as a vast island opened below. Slowly, an image came into view. Bright shoots of multicolored neon struck out against the dark, moonless night, appearing somewhat like a child’s Lite Brite. The eagle continued lower, towards the beckoning light. As the beams of light intensified, the noble eagle became overwhelmed. It continued in a panicked flight smashing into a pane of glass. The lifeless bird began to slide quickly down the face of the massive lighted structure, descending unnoticed by the activity pulsing around it.
The island upon which this eagle had landed was no ordinary place, it was one of the home islands of a reclusive nation. This was the home to a highly developed, highly controlled society, yet one of rampant hedonism and shallow self liberation. The massive lighted tower into which the eagle had flown was yet one of the thousands of “pleasure hives” which dotted the landscape and housed the millions of inhabitants of the nation. Inside each one, tens of thousands of people buzzed about, working within the intricate system one moment, and drowning themselves in manufactured and carnal pleasures the next. The people maintain the system, and the system maintains them, two halves of a technological symbiosis.
Yet still, there was a hand which set these domes, like so many shiny bulbs, into place. And the flight of the eagle had interrupted that person’s thoughts. The thwack on the window jarred the Directress from her quiet thoughts. For days she had been piecing together a plan, a plan to open her family’s experiment to the world. Their hard work was soon to be showcased. She walked quickly to the window to investigate, and upon seeing nothing but the glistening lights of the other hives, returned to her computer. She typed a final line, and pressed the send button. Within seconds, a video was sent to all of the heads of the nations of the world……
It begins with a small animated rabbit, bouncing across a crisp green field set against a clear blue sky. As it hops energetically around, it stops at a small black hole. It turns to the audience, winks, and jumps down the hole, but instead of darkness the screen morphs into a Technicolor swirl. All the while a gentle beat begins to throb ever louder in the background. Suddenly the screen begins to flash, as various images appear within seconds of each other, people laughing, smiling, a sunset, a tongue licking ice cream, a palm tree swaying in the breeze, a kiss, a crowded dancefloor of a club. The images change quickly in succession, as a barely audible feminine whisper begins, “…..man has searched for paradise since the beginning…..perfection among men…..unsuccessful in our search….we offer pleasure in its stead…..Candy Kids…. indulge us…..” With that the video abruptly cuts off, and a set of coordinates flashes on the screen, followed by a date October 2nd.
With the message sent, all there was to do now was wait and prepare. The Directress smiled to herself, and walked out of her quiet office, fading into the Technicolor swirl that was her family’s ultimate masterpiece.
OCC: Basically RP receiving the message if you are interested, and then after a while I will let the people start arriving.
The island upon which this eagle had landed was no ordinary place, it was one of the home islands of a reclusive nation. This was the home to a highly developed, highly controlled society, yet one of rampant hedonism and shallow self liberation. The massive lighted tower into which the eagle had flown was yet one of the thousands of “pleasure hives” which dotted the landscape and housed the millions of inhabitants of the nation. Inside each one, tens of thousands of people buzzed about, working within the intricate system one moment, and drowning themselves in manufactured and carnal pleasures the next. The people maintain the system, and the system maintains them, two halves of a technological symbiosis.
Yet still, there was a hand which set these domes, like so many shiny bulbs, into place. And the flight of the eagle had interrupted that person’s thoughts. The thwack on the window jarred the Directress from her quiet thoughts. For days she had been piecing together a plan, a plan to open her family’s experiment to the world. Their hard work was soon to be showcased. She walked quickly to the window to investigate, and upon seeing nothing but the glistening lights of the other hives, returned to her computer. She typed a final line, and pressed the send button. Within seconds, a video was sent to all of the heads of the nations of the world……
It begins with a small animated rabbit, bouncing across a crisp green field set against a clear blue sky. As it hops energetically around, it stops at a small black hole. It turns to the audience, winks, and jumps down the hole, but instead of darkness the screen morphs into a Technicolor swirl. All the while a gentle beat begins to throb ever louder in the background. Suddenly the screen begins to flash, as various images appear within seconds of each other, people laughing, smiling, a sunset, a tongue licking ice cream, a palm tree swaying in the breeze, a kiss, a crowded dancefloor of a club. The images change quickly in succession, as a barely audible feminine whisper begins, “…..man has searched for paradise since the beginning…..perfection among men…..unsuccessful in our search….we offer pleasure in its stead…..Candy Kids…. indulge us…..” With that the video abruptly cuts off, and a set of coordinates flashes on the screen, followed by a date October 2nd.
With the message sent, all there was to do now was wait and prepare. The Directress smiled to herself, and walked out of her quiet office, fading into the Technicolor swirl that was her family’s ultimate masterpiece.
OCC: Basically RP receiving the message if you are interested, and then after a while I will let the people start arriving.