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The Awakening
It's the year 2147 and all remaining survivors remember nothing before the last war. The one where evil finally, unfortunately, prevailed over good.
From evil, there's nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. Should you try to change this destiny, surely sorrow and defeat await. The air is riddled with the faint smell of those who have fallen before you. Survival, if you'd like to call it that, is hardly worth it.
The epicenter of the war, seemingly the only location to stand a chance in this fight, is at the heart of what was once known as NYC. Amongst abandoned and demolished hospital ruins, a figure emerges. Confused and distraught, seeing what lies before him, he fails to accept this as reality. Answers are the only thing he craves, for now anyway. Flashing images of a world before the war and an unsettling feeling inside pull him towards something in the far distance. It isn't yet clear who he is, what he remembers, or what he can do. His only goal is setting out towards the unknown.
Days later, tired, hungry and barely standing, he has arrived at his destination, the sight of utter destruction, or at least that's the feeling surrounding this place. This sort of feeling, a sense, it’s urging him towards the rubble. With nothing in sight however, he turns to walk away. From the debris, what can only be described as a swift fist to the gut, something brings him to his knees. He's much closer to the earth now, and that sense, this maddening feeling, it gets even stronger. It’s so much that barely alive, he still can’t rest. Using his bare hands he starts furiously digging the earth. Fourteen hours later, almost sunset now, something shimmers. Wiping his face and his eyes of the dirt, it's now apparent that this is the entrance to some sort of bunker.
What happens next is difficult for most to comprehend. Upon entering this bunker, his mind traversed the metaphysical plane wherein he learned of the Elders' plans. Foreseeing evil's triumph in 2063 the Rupture Outposts were created and hidden deep beneath earth's surface. These were meant to bestow chosen Agents of Chaos with what's necessary for good to regain a stronghold against evil. The Elders knew this fight could no longer be triumphed physically and those chosen would need to free their minds to prevail. However, these outposts could only be activated by one that had truly found balance between good and evil, one whose chaos was... tempered.
The toll this.. emergence took on his already exhausted and fragile body was almost too great to bear. It's nearly 12 hours later, it's sunrise now. He awakens much different than just a short time ago. He finds himself no longer confused but instead, mind more clear and sharper than ever. Plans for redemption, understanding of a past life, and his complete memory, well, all but his name, were regained. Lying before him, the outfit required to harness his physical form. Atop this, the transformer needed to tap into the metaphysical. They say however, this looks different to every Agent depending on their strengths. For some the buttons have shapes such as a square or triangle, while for others, letters that speak a code, "x" and "a" and for few, it’s representative of the vermin that requires eradication.
Outfitted now, he looks to lead the fight, taking it straight to the heart of evil. Along the way, he'll gain the following of Agents that will also wake to this new calling. He reaches for the transformer and steadily holds on while powering up. Once again, he'll tap into a different plane of existence. Not out of confusion or to remember who he once was, this time it's to plunge straight into the fight. He's embraced the Cataclysm, as his new home now, and all those that stand beside him. This time, upon entering, he hears a whisper that finally completes him. "Welcome Tempered_Chaos."
If you've been hearing this transcript and have understood it, suffice it to say, you've been touched by the chaos. Agent, you now know what must be done. Tempered_Chaos needs your aid. The Cataclysm awaits you.
It's the year 2147 and all remaining survivors remember nothing before the last war. The one where evil finally, unfortunately, prevailed over good.
From evil, there's nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. Should you try to change this destiny, surely sorrow and defeat await. The air is riddled with the faint smell of those who have fallen before you. Survival, if you'd like to call it that, is hardly worth it.
The epicenter of the war, seemingly the only location to stand a chance in this fight, is at the heart of what was once known as NYC. Amongst abandoned and demolished hospital ruins, a figure emerges. Confused and distraught, seeing what lies before him, he fails to accept this as reality. Answers are the only thing he craves, for now anyway. Flashing images of a world before the war and an unsettling feeling inside pull him towards something in the far distance. It isn't yet clear who he is, what he remembers, or what he can do. His only goal is setting out towards the unknown.
Days later, tired, hungry and barely standing, he has arrived at his destination, the sight of utter destruction, or at least that's the feeling surrounding this place. This sort of feeling, a sense, it’s urging him towards the rubble. With nothing in sight however, he turns to walk away. From the debris, what can only be described as a swift fist to the gut, something brings him to his knees. He's much closer to the earth now, and that sense, this maddening feeling, it gets even stronger. It’s so much that barely alive, he still can’t rest. Using his bare hands he starts furiously digging the earth. Fourteen hours later, almost sunset now, something shimmers. Wiping his face and his eyes of the dirt, it's now apparent that this is the entrance to some sort of bunker.
What happens next is difficult for most to comprehend. Upon entering this bunker, his mind traversed the metaphysical plane wherein he learned of the Elders' plans. Foreseeing evil's triumph in 2063 the Rupture Outposts were created and hidden deep beneath earth's surface. These were meant to bestow chosen Agents of Chaos with what's necessary for good to regain a stronghold against evil. The Elders knew this fight could no longer be triumphed physically and those chosen would need to free their minds to prevail. However, these outposts could only be activated by one that had truly found balance between good and evil, one whose chaos was... tempered.
The toll this.. emergence took on his already exhausted and fragile body was almost too great to bear. It's nearly 12 hours later, it's sunrise now. He awakens much different than just a short time ago. He finds himself no longer confused but instead, mind more clear and sharper than ever. Plans for redemption, understanding of a past life, and his complete memory, well, all but his name, were regained. Lying before him, the outfit required to harness his physical form. Atop this, the transformer needed to tap into the metaphysical. They say however, this looks different to every Agent depending on their strengths. For some the buttons have shapes such as a square or triangle, while for others, letters that speak a code, "x" and "a" and for few, it’s representative of the vermin that requires eradication.
Outfitted now, he looks to lead the fight, taking it straight to the heart of evil. Along the way, he'll gain the following of Agents that will also wake to this new calling. He reaches for the transformer and steadily holds on while powering up. Once again, he'll tap into a different plane of existence. Not out of confusion or to remember who he once was, this time it's to plunge straight into the fight. He's embraced the Cataclysm, as his new home now, and all those that stand beside him. This time, upon entering, he hears a whisper that finally completes him. "Welcome Tempered_Chaos."
If you've been hearing this transcript and have understood it, suffice it to say, you've been touched by the chaos. Agent, you now know what must be done. Tempered_Chaos needs your aid. The Cataclysm awaits you.
All men can be tempted. Evil's voice is often the sweetest to hear.”
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