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Aussie, no longer lost in Africa
Jul 2002
time: 15:28
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Seeing as I am not actively involved in this game, I thought I could do the history. Here are some opening ideas, if people like them, i will keep writing.
Mythology tells us that melinina ago we descended from a mother civilisation that attempted to broach the bridge between the stars. Some great calamity befell us; we incurred the wrath of the gods. In their wisdom the Gods took everything from us.
Our legends say we once flew amongst the birds and swam with fish in great devices made of substances of unknown creation and driven with a life of their own. We ruled our world, and then we made a fatal mistake. We wanted to rule another.
The old ones tell us that the great device, which we used to journey between the stars, was plucked like ripe fruit and thrown here by the gods. We are all that remain true to the vision of the originals. The only things that we remember about our laws of old are that we must choose and that our ancestors were called Aployton. We are the Apolytons, the Chosen Ones.
Rumours abound that there are others in the world that do not share this vision, they are infidels and must be made to see the light. The truth of our united vision must be what drives us forward. All of humanity must be united to see the truth.
We must atone, we must tame this wild world, and we will bring humanity under one ruler to ensure the mistakes of the ancients are not repeated. The Aployton Imperium will reunite humanity and the Chosen One will forever steer and guide us to ensure we will not repeat the errors of the past.
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atomant
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Aussie, no longer lost in Africa
Jul 2002
time: 15:28
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The Reign of Pharaoh Whereitsat
Around the fire, the great tribe of the Apolyton Imperium selected the Chosen One and his core advisors. Votes were cast and the die rolled. Eventually a mysterious figure rose from the smoke of the great indaba (Great Discussion usually held around camp fire). This figure, known only as Whereitsat, rumoured to be descended from the great Apolytons, lead us across the Great Plains.
The Great Wandering Years
Years passed. We now call this period the Great Wandering Years. During these centuries we battled barbarians, saw strange sites and discovered our world was random and chaotic. However, during this time we discovered that fate sometimes plays a cruel game. We learnt that to unite humanity under the leadership of the Imperium, to sow the seeds of our civilisation, we needed a base. To this end three bastions were founded. Called Dominion, Majestica and, our capital, Imperialis these cities served as the seed from which our civilisation would grow.
The Tentacles Spread
From these three cities, explorers went out. Other, smaller, civilisations were discovered, sometimes they proved to be abandoned, others, impressed with our vision of the future, lent us support. In some instances they choose to support the vision that is the Apolyton Imperium in a physical way, by giving us their armies or joining our Civilisation. This rapid show of support led to numerous issues. Financially, our fledgling Imperium was stressed. We had neither the gold, nor the population to manage such a ground swell of support. Some of our mighty army was disbanded to cater for the good of the whole.
The Barbarian Horde
During the course of our explorations some of the villages viewed submission to the Imperium as a form of assimilation. Such is the fear associated with the enlightenment we wished to grant. Instead of embracing us, they chose to attack us. These barbarian hordes, unprovoked, engaged us brutally and wantonly. In all instances the hordes were crushed on contact. Many chose to flee rather than face imminent defeat and slaughter.
The Shining Beacon?
In many ways, the stability of the Imperium shown as a beacon to those in our environs. To assist the Imperium in its quest, many of these lost outposts of humanity gifted knowledge to us. To this end we learned the value of script, called Alphabet, Code of Laws, Sea Faring, Map Making, Warrior Code and Bronze Working
The Decadence of WIA and the Tentative Journey of 123John321 the Timid…
Towards the end of the third millennia, Despot WIA became enamoured with a fantasy known as RL. Evidently drug induced, for so strong was its lure, that the citizens riled at the lack of progress. ‘We must rule’ they muttered amongst themselves. In the end WIA, in a moment of fantasy free clarity, did a noble and self-sacrificing thing, he abdicated and for a few short decades, the Imperium was governed by 123John321, hereafter known as John the Timid.
From a much maligned past John the Timid, guide us through a critical phase, steering the ship of the Imperium until again the Chosen One could rise through the ranks and lead us to certain victory. New technologies were founded, including a strange spinning disc like device that our wise men called the Wholly Holistic Extreme Environmental Transport system, shortened to the WHEEL. In praise of John the Timid’s guidance, the N’Yanga’s of the Imperium discerned that we should worship the Chosen One and set about defining rites and observances, this will be called Ceremonial Burial. During this time our noble Imperium was further expanded with the city of Enron, however, extra resources were required to tame its wild and hedonistic population.
In a show of dyslexic wisdom, and with the guidance of the Dogs (small pun), John the Timid called the people together and with the conjunction of the stars, the new Chosen One arose. As a sign of respect from the people, thus removing the previous stigma of history from the line 123John321, the title of Lord Protector and Keeper of the Sacred Chamber Pot was bestowed upon him and all his heirs.
At the end of the reigns of Despot WIA and John the Timid in BC 1750 (Before Cohesiveness), the state of the Imperium stood thus according to 123John321 State of the Onion address* which shall close each successive reign of Chosen Ones:
Cities: Pax Apolytonia, Enron, Dominion, Majestica and, our capital, Imperialis
Technologies: Alphabet, Code of Laws, Sea Faring, Map Making, Warrior Code, the Wheel and Bronze Working.
The Rise and Rise of the Imperium
In a moment that would set the tone for our future civilisation, after the State of the Onion Address, the vote was called and only a few members of the Imperium had the courage to steer the Apolytonians towards glory. To this end in, by our reckoning, BC 1750, Cavebear was elected as the Chosen One.
Wisely may he govern? The infidels will tremble.
*State of the Onion, according to our recorded history, refers to an element of our civilisation whereby our historic leaders from the stars only made decisions after drinking Onion Soup and commenting on its texture. Hence, the State of the Onion.
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