Post by sotd on Jan 12, 2010 19:37:48 GMT -5
»FULL PLOT
Year 3072, the world is engulfed in ice and snow. A race to figure things out. The last few thousand humans reside at the shoreline of the ocean, praying. A century ago, religion was corrupted by the means of science, the idea just seemed to fall away. But not even science could keep children from freezing to death or starving. Almost all animals are gone. At least in human eyes. A few, smart species keep low profiles, residing near the core of land masses. Some towns are vague in these areas, and more humans are pushing themselves to their limits for one thing: wolves. When everything was turned to snow, when crops were destroyed, a single man stepped forward. He was burly, a commoner. The man spoke of the demons of the North. How their fearlessness has kept them alive as the world grew dark.
When the sun stopped rising, people lost faith in their futures.The man was impounded for scaring the populous, but as more and more died, his trivial story seemed more plausible. Suddenly, everyone needed to hear more of him. Media sought for him. They checked the prisons, but the guards would scratch their heads and simply mutter how crazy paparazzi was, that no burly man was kept there. So they made up a story. He seemed so intrigued by wolves, although they were practically a myth by the thirty-first century. They released a newspaper one morning, saying the man had turned into a beast with the help of his brethren to escape a frigid death. At this point, mad from starvation and cold, people believed. They wanted immortality too. Many took on a new occupation, one that had been practiced for centuries: hunters. A few wanted to scam the pitiful ones with faux wolf hides, their plan was to approach a customer on the streets, dressed thickly in coats and present them wolf fur. Very precisely, they'd tell them for an expensive fee, they'd be able to wear the coat and become a wolf. With the beasts representing warmth and immortality, they'd accept. The crazy, desperate fools would run around, squawking about their new wolf bodies. Idiots. Others wanted to sacrifice as many wolves as they could to please the big man upstairs. They were dead set on having the sun rise again and melt the snow.
Wolves on the other hand, were struggling, despite what humans thought. Nomad packs were extremely aggressive and violent battles would erupt if a wolf outside the monarch approached. It wasn't as wolves had acted a century ago, they rarely fought to kill, but as the stakes rose and with the God of Death swift on their paws, they just became more gruesome. They have one idea in mind: find the highest point on the ever changing continent of America and there, the Gods would uncover the one who would lead them to a fresh meadow with an abundance of prey. Its not only other wolves that are a threat. Humans, bears, cougars, whatever else was big and hungry. Its not survival of the fittest, its survival of the desperate.
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