Post by notegg on Jan 30, 2017 13:58:27 GMT -8
Previously a thriving network cloaked in night, turned to a false paradise before falling beside Netopia's lake. The changes had hit the network hard, but constant toil has saved this ruined network and brought about a new town, Limmous.
A small village of simple buildings cloaked in a perpetual yellow light of dusk overlooks the Netopian Lake network. Tucked away in dark alleys and small parks between buildings contain vibrant flowers, green grasses, or trees with technicolor leaves. The marvels of paradise neglected by the residents aiming to forget the terrors of Juno. Yet still its influence remains, amongst the shadows and atop the roofs scuttle creatures with crimson eyes, always just out of sight, scavenging what scraps of data they can consume. Rumor has it that they gather for a singular purpose, but the truth still lies unknown.
At the top of the sharded network, a fragment fashioned into a cliff overlooks the Netopian Lake. The locals seem to avoid this spot, signs advising for onlookers to turn back dot the path up. As one ascends they see the sun dipping further into the lake as the moon rises into the sky, time seeming to pass rapidly with each step. At the edge, a great moon hangs in the sky, a tint of rose to its surface reflected in the lake below. They say something sinister lies beneath, but exactly what, no one can say. Perhaps a trick of the moonlight or just the ravings of the mad, all that is known for sure is that this town and its people have come a long way, for better or for worse.
A small village of simple buildings cloaked in a perpetual yellow light of dusk overlooks the Netopian Lake network. Tucked away in dark alleys and small parks between buildings contain vibrant flowers, green grasses, or trees with technicolor leaves. The marvels of paradise neglected by the residents aiming to forget the terrors of Juno. Yet still its influence remains, amongst the shadows and atop the roofs scuttle creatures with crimson eyes, always just out of sight, scavenging what scraps of data they can consume. Rumor has it that they gather for a singular purpose, but the truth still lies unknown.
At the top of the sharded network, a fragment fashioned into a cliff overlooks the Netopian Lake. The locals seem to avoid this spot, signs advising for onlookers to turn back dot the path up. As one ascends they see the sun dipping further into the lake as the moon rises into the sky, time seeming to pass rapidly with each step. At the edge, a great moon hangs in the sky, a tint of rose to its surface reflected in the lake below. They say something sinister lies beneath, but exactly what, no one can say. Perhaps a trick of the moonlight or just the ravings of the mad, all that is known for sure is that this town and its people have come a long way, for better or for worse.