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Would you guys like to see Jak as a Villian/ neutral. Or normal chaotic good? My idea was that if Jak turns bad, he'd have to be forced into that.

So, there was a discussion between me and a few friends, that sparked from a possible character of mine;

Would you be interested, if within Omniverse there was a shop you could buy all your consumables, banishment circles, shady communicators, base upgrades etc, from? Of course also a bag of Doritos.

While yes, you could summon them yourself. But at the same time isn't we thought it's at times silly that people are summoning things they don't know of/haven't ever heard of/and so on.

So, you could buy them from the shop instead, and that way justify why your character has 'em.

So, what I'm trying to ask;
Would you be interested in shopping in such a manner, rather than just summoning them out of thin air?


(From game mechanics standpoint, the OM used as payment obviously wouldn't be actually gained by the shopkeeper. Just a fluff thing.)

Chara was riding through the Nexus when she Saw someone running through that looked like a rabbit that ran on two legs so she got off her horse and took the Omnilium back and yelled for the rabbit to stop running for a sec and to help her find out something so the rabbit stoped and turned to her Chara.
Chara looked at the face and saw the thump of the bunny's foot in impatience but she remembered that face as Judy as the person who ran away from the Lava monster and got really mad at her and then also realized that she was a part of the avengers from the fight well they had a very shaky treaty that had been almost broken countless times so she thought, what the heck someone is going to break it might as well be an avenger and started off with her question that she asks everyone just to have there opinion "Do you think your above consequences?" Judy twitched her nose and then replied "your Chara aren't you?, because you just had to join the society of super villains."

Chara looked away and started to walk away when Judy said "hey you will never be anything more than the image that you make of yourself." and Chara stoped at that statement and started to turn slowly with smoke comeing off of her "Well then I guess your just some cop that will never see your friends and family again so come back when you have died for the good of the kingdom you lived in and had to follow the genocidal freak who killed everyone You loved." and she waited for the rebuttal by the bunny.

Owing to the fact that it was probably over eighteen months or or so out of date ('Ashen Plains') and all the links were dead, I recently went through and updated the Faction’s page in the Rules section of the website.
 
Updates include:
 
-Updated the introduction segment of the page to be up-to-date
-Fixed all the links (if you catch a dead one, let me know)
-Added new NPCs that weren’t on the page but should probably be there
-Redid most of the faction descriptions to reflect accurate history and developments in the Omniverse
 
I also added new content to the page.  I included a list of PC members for each faction (on the grounds that that member has Recognition, because otherwise that’s just too much stuff). If you have Recognition and are part of a faction, please let me know so I can add you.  I also added two (active) PC factions to the list on the grounds of having leaders with Recognition.  If either of you prefers other text for your blurb, just PM me so I can update it.
 
The page should now be able to provide a nice resource HUB for people trying to look up stuff on factions, as it provides links to Info threads (which include the faction quests and the location description) and NPCs.

It’s all black. My eyes are wide open, but all I see is darkness. Omni, he left me in this darkness. Speaking of my purpose in this world? Meaningless. Purpose is for me to decide, not him. I am not a puppet. Dawn floated in the void staring into the abyss. Maybe it was meant to be some kind of symbolism. The dark void was her heart, everything she loved. Nothing. 

A flash of white appeared without notice, causing the vigilante to cover her eyes. She was not floating anymore, she was falling. After the light was bearable she looked down to the ground. It was all white, everywhere. What the hell is this place? She thought as she plummeted to the ground with the general stoic expression she always wore. It was hard to make out the ground though. The white canvas blurred reality, making it hard to distinguish depth. Little specks increased in size as she fell though, so it was a good assumption that those were other people. There was also a structure directly below her. Some kind of statue or something, or actually a fountain? It was spewing something out of it. Too hard to tell.

Dawn fell for a few more seconds expecting to smash into the floor of this white box. She braced for impact by holding her arms out before falling into the small pool of water that leaked from the nozzle of the fountain. Water splashed everywhere around the bowl that contained it as the woman smashed into its peaceful surface. She swam back up to the surface and took a deep breath. Extreme stunts were a bit out her league. After climbing up out of the warm water, Dawn shook her clothes out, trying to get some of the wetness out of the threads. Something hard shifted around in her pocket as she attempted shake herself dry. An orb, that Omnilium thing?

This thing was supposed to give her anything she wanted, right? That’s what Omni told her. Well hell, it's worth trying. The worst that could happen is it doesn't work. I want to be not wet. The orb glowed with mysterious power. As it did it’s magic, it glowed brightly in her hand and emitted a warm aura. After a few seconds of focus, she was dry. 

Time to survey the scene though. It’s all unending, empty whiteness. Was this intended? Why have this giant universe and fill it with people if totally blank and devoid of anything? Speaking of that, many of them were around her. People either walked through this place looking aimlessly lost or they knew exactly where they were going. That means they were new to the universe or they have been here so long that they know their way around. There has to be more than this white canvas. The odd thing was, she knew a lot of these people weren’t even human. It was all in their nature and appearance. The way they spoke, the way they dressed. Not to mention that these people and creatures came from different eras. Everything from warriors wielding mighty hammers to teenagers in the norm reality she comes from. 

The fountain behind her was a fountain, but it’s shape would make you think otherwise. An item that she knew all too well. A guitar. Looks like a standard ESP Explorer, Dawn’s favorite kind of guitar. The Explorer was her favorite guitar because of its shape. Not many guitar had the same look. What was that supposed to mean though? More symbolism? After a moment pondering, Dawn decided it was best to just stop trying to understand everything in this world. 

She was dumbfounded by this universe. Omni is the god of this realm. He owns a whole fucking universe, but is too poor to put anything in it? What the hell was that shit?

A man passing by Dawn’s presence was stopped as his arm was jerked by the vigilante. “Hey, what are yo-”

“Where am I? Give me some information on this place.” She said, totally interrupting him. “I want to know everything you can tell me.”

“Well, from the looks of it,” he said jerking his arm free, “you're a new prime to the Omniverse. Lucky you.” The small man said sarcastically. “You can create anything you desire with that Omnilium thing you have. S’like magic.”

“I want to know about the world around us. What’s in this blank existence that matters?”

“Well there’s not really anything in the Nexus that is important other than the gates and the Fountain.” 

Dawn folded her arms in front of her. What was this non-sense? Gates? “What are these gates?”

“Well, you step through one and you actually enter a whole new universe.” He stretched his arms out like she was too dumb to understand how big a universe was. A bit insulting, but as long as he gave her what she needed, she didn't care how he explained it.

So there’s more? “How many are there?” She said look a little intrigued to the subject.

“About 8 or 9. They all lead to different universes themed differently. A forest, a giant city, a snowy mountain land.”

“Hm. Thank you. Sorry to trouble you.” The man took off returning to his jog across the Nexus as Dawn waved him off. More than just one universe. There's almost 10. She thought pacing back and forth across the blank floor. Why am I here? What is my purpose? It’s not to be a pawn, that's for sure. If I'm any piece of a plan, I’m at least a rook. I go forward as much as I please. Painful memories flashed through her thoughts. Fire, ash and smoke. Her father screaming in pain as he burned to death. No. I was made for something greater. This world is bound to be filled with those who wish to cause pain and suffering to those around them. Whether it be for fun or whether it is justified. I’m not going to take that sitting down. This world needs someone to watch out for the common people. Someone who connects with them, that knows their pain. Me. I will be this vigilante the world needs. No one needs to suffer.

The ebony haired woman marched off, away from the Fountain. Her hands in her pockets, she messed with the Omnilium thing. It was a bit clunky and oddly shaped. Perhaps there's a better way to carry this? It was the source of her power, so why not make it a bit easier to carry around? She grabbed hold of the orb that had dried her off. It was still a bit warm from when she had used. Looking at the gleaming lights wondering how she could make this more portable, an idea struck her. Wear it. As she walked, she focused on making this small orb into an accessory, a glove fitted for her right hand. The threads came to life and the black glove emitted a radiance of power.

Dawn extended her fingers out, opening her hand and closing it a few times to get a feel for her new glove. It fit perfectly on her hand and was even a nice addition to her outfit. I’m still missing something though. Something important. General lack of memory was a common thing for Dawn. She would forget something as soon as she remembered it. 

It took a minute to realize what it was she had misplaced, but it came to her as she thought of the Fountain again. Her headphones. She never went anywhere without those bulky things. They weren't the most fashionable piece of equipment, but they had great bass and sound quality. Not to mention they were black and purple, her two favorite colors. Her glove radiated its white light as it formed her headphones in her hand. She adjusted the earpieces to fit her head correctly and put them on. 

Strangely, music was already playing and nothing was plugged into it. The words of the song echoed through her head. “-llo, I've waited here for you. Everlong. Tooooniiiiiight…” she bobbed her head back forth to the beat. Taking some deep breaths and calming herself. Music was her medicine. It soothed the pain of her repressed memories and hatred toward humankind. The only thing that will never leave her, she will have music forever.

It wasn't too long before Dawn found herself in front of the portal to The Tangled Green, not that she knew where she was going exactly but it'll be better than this place. Not knowing that something quite, odd was going to happen next.

So I'm naturally nosey, and curious, about how everyone came to writing. I like hearing stories like this cause it help you understand not only why someone writes the way they do, it also allows us to see why they connect with their writing so much. I'll go first.

I started 'writing' in High School. I wasn't much of an avid reader because Im severly attention deficit, but writing was a different story to me.(No pun intended) I started out with Roleplaying with one of my friends which led into what felt like a novel of epic proportions to me at the time. We crossed dimensions, time and space alike, went through dreams and death together, and it was that time I realized the magisty of writing. I enveloped myself within a world I could not reach and became something I could only be in my wildest dreams. I got serious with writing in my Junior year when I started writing about my fictional realm of Xenithia and wrote some short stories that I kept completely personal. Now Im here trying to entertain you guys with my horrid writing, which I long to gain acceptance that I have never felt in my whole life.

Now you guys! Share the Story of how your Stories began!

I'm no expert at photoshop but if anyone needs an image cropped and some text thrown over it, I'm your guy. Just gimme the image and tell me whatcha want it to look like or say. I can't do fancy stuff like Violet can, but I'll give it my best shot if you ask for it. I'm always lookin to learn and I live with a photoshop guru who can assist.

I made this for Vision, so you can see how crappy they'll come out =)

Any Comments on how I write as Amber? Tell me what you like, what you hate. If you hate my writing for some reason, dish it out. Maybe I can make it more enjoyable? Maybe I try too hard and dull my own writing? Punch me in the face with your words yo.