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Vyrme
Vyrme is a freeform roleplay set on the east coast of the fictional continent of the same name, located in the northern Atlantic. While its timeline roughly follows that of the real world up to the 1970s, it then diverges with the emergence of unusual phenomena occurring on the landmass - chiefly, the birth of people, labelled parahumans, with never-before-seen superpowers.
In the modern day, parahumans are front and centre in Vyrme's culture and day-to-day life - in New Denton, Vixen Bay, and Canton, three major cities on Vyrme's east coast, 'cape' activity is a daily occurrence. Heroes fight to uphold the rule of law, backed by the Protectorate, a massive institution designed to assist in the policing of people with extraordinary abilities, while villains seek power and profit in the open and in the shadows. Corporate cape groups have sprung up to sponsor up-and-coming heroes, while vigilantes, working in the dark and beholden to no person or organisation, stalk the night.
All the while, larger forces turn their gaze on the world, including on the three cities themselves. A shadowy organisation sells powers to any willing to serve their purposes. Monstrosities only vaguely human strike during the cities' most vulnerable moments, their nature and origin unknown. Agents of an unidentified cause work against the human government.
Vyrme is a relatively laid-back, low-stakes server. We're all here to have fun, and we've designed a deep sandbox to give players the room to do exactly that. As part of that process, we've lifted several elements from the web serial Worm, by Wildbow, but the server isn't set in that universe, and that story is not required reading for participation.
In the modern day, parahumans are front and centre in Vyrme's culture and day-to-day life - in New Denton, Vixen Bay, and Canton, three major cities on Vyrme's east coast, 'cape' activity is a daily occurrence. Heroes fight to uphold the rule of law, backed by the Protectorate, a massive institution designed to assist in the policing of people with extraordinary abilities, while villains seek power and profit in the open and in the shadows. Corporate cape groups have sprung up to sponsor up-and-coming heroes, while vigilantes, working in the dark and beholden to no person or organisation, stalk the night.
All the while, larger forces turn their gaze on the world, including on the three cities themselves. A shadowy organisation sells powers to any willing to serve their purposes. Monstrosities only vaguely human strike during the cities' most vulnerable moments, their nature and origin unknown. Agents of an unidentified cause work against the human government.
Vyrme is a relatively laid-back, low-stakes server. We're all here to have fun, and we've designed a deep sandbox to give players the room to do exactly that. As part of that process, we've lifted several elements from the web serial Worm, by Wildbow, but the server isn't set in that universe, and that story is not required reading for participation.
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I once drank a whole gallon of milk in a whole day and I could feel my bones expand. At first I thought I was just full from the milk, but my skin started to form stretch marks and I was visibly wider. I didn't know what was happening but I had an uncontr
159 days ago
I once drank a whole gallon of milk in a whole day and I could feel my bones expand. At first I thought I was just full from the milk, but my skin started to form stretch marks and I was visibly wider. I didn't know what was happening but I had an uncontrollable urge to drink more milk. I drove into the nearest gas station and literally ripped the door off the rifrigerated section containing the milk.
I started chugging gallon after gallon of milk standing right there in the store, my skin ripping at the seams. The cashier ran over to stop me but I swatted him aside and in one clean blow he landed across the room, shattering every bone in his pathetic meat suit. There was nothing left of him but a wet bloody puddle deprived of structure. I never thought I had it in me to kill but by now I had ascended beyond petty morality.
As I finished my eighth gallon it felt as though my stomach would rupture. My ribs broke out of my chest like a baby xxenomorph. My finger bones had grown through my hands a white nub could be seen protruding from my nose. My face was so stretched over my now massive skull I looked like Jenny McCarthy. My biceps and muscles were hard and calcified. My boner now had a bone.
I finished my twelfth gallon and began screaming and flexing, my skin tearing around my robust skeletal frame. With one final push I shed my meat chrysalis. I was free.
I didn't even use the door I simply walked out the wall of the gas station. Mortar and stone yielded to my mighty calcium. The cops were already there. In terror they began firing at me but even lead is no match for calcium. I walked straight toward one, reached down his throat and pulled his skeleton from his flesh sheath. With his bone I assembled a mighty claymore sword. With a single swing I cleaved the Earth in twain and descended into the inky black. Here I wait until the time I'm called into service for the great skellington war.
I started chugging gallon after gallon of milk standing right there in the store, my skin ripping at the seams. The cashier ran over to stop me but I swatted him aside and in one clean blow he landed across the room, shattering every bone in his pathetic meat suit. There was nothing left of him but a wet bloody puddle deprived of structure. I never thought I had it in me to kill but by now I had ascended beyond petty morality.
As I finished my eighth gallon it felt as though my stomach would rupture. My ribs broke out of my chest like a baby xxenomorph. My finger bones had grown through my hands a white nub could be seen protruding from my nose. My face was so stretched over my now massive skull I looked like Jenny McCarthy. My biceps and muscles were hard and calcified. My boner now had a bone.
I finished my twelfth gallon and began screaming and flexing, my skin tearing around my robust skeletal frame. With one final push I shed my meat chrysalis. I was free.
I didn't even use the door I simply walked out the wall of the gas station. Mortar and stone yielded to my mighty calcium. The cops were already there. In terror they began firing at me but even lead is no match for calcium. I walked straight toward one, reached down his throat and pulled his skeleton from his flesh sheath. With his bone I assembled a mighty claymore sword. With a single swing I cleaved the Earth in twain and descended into the inky black. Here I wait until the time I'm called into service for the great skellington war.