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Mindscape Story

 Mindscape Story

In a world torn by its own, hate.
The nightmare that once was shall be no more.
On that, fair night when the anger spilled over humanity was lost.
It was not to be found until the reconstitution of the planet.
Yet it would never be as it once was.
It would forever be tainted by the nuclear twilight.


Humanities passions ignorance and unwillingness to get along, forced
the world into a terror.
It was a M.A.D world on that night.
The world was destroyed when all of our nuclear weapons went off at the same moment.
At that point, something very odd occurred the worlds state changed.
The world that we know unraveled to become the world that we know now.


The world turned in upon itself.
In addition, the world passed into a new dimension, one that is regulated by the rules of the will.
The planet is now ten times the size that it once was the moon of our old earth is no longer circular; it is semi circular and mottled with craters, accompanied with dust rings traveling around it.
Every thing in the world has far more contrast than it once had.
The blues are bluer; the danger is ever present in this brave new world.


Technology barely exists and where it does exist, it exists in almost alien form.


People have started to reorganize themselves after the fall of the old world.
It seems as though many of the cycles that once occurred are occurring again.
People have created coalitions amongst themselves, these are the clans.
These clans find themselves with inner turmoil sometimes from within sometimes from without.


They are often found fighting amongst there tribes as the Native Americans, and tribes from the north once did.


Yet even though all of this is true, it may just be a new chance for an even greater man in the world of the mindscape.


Oracle at Mt Truth.












The Upper World


The upper world’s beauty is where the danger is. The clouds you are walking on could split lightning could strike. Many of the creatures up their change shape. The clouds take on a life of there own. This is where magic runs rampant, and many a wizard comes to stay, or collects some wares. The crystals are made in the purity of this place. This place is also very desolate. Temporal rifts are known to this area. This world also affects new earth in some crazy ways. When the fog comes a rolling in your in for a big surprise. This is when the upper world meets new earth. The rain also has special properties. Sometimes with the rain comes crystals, or maybe healing, pain, or famine.
The wind and cold here can be ferocious. There is also a bridge to the celestial body. Yet, that is another story.


The wandering hermits tales.


Under Ground.


The under ground is one of the most mysterious places in the world of mindscape.
It is where the old world seems to resonate from the caves to the old sewer systems. It is also one of the most dangerous places in mindscape. This is a place where the paranoid, and the cautious survive. The inventive and the ingenious are the real tools of the people who survive. In the world where the sun aint be shinning. This dark world has forced people to change in unimaginable ways. It doesn't help that technology seems to have its own life in this world. It’s so hard for people to get technology to the surface world. Most people seem to die before the can get to the surface, or it seems like it destroys itself before it gets there. Water is also very hard to come by, or at least clean water like I said it’s a fight!
Just to survive down here!!
Shim Sham ho Ham

Shout outs

Shout outs
The hp crew - for helping me to playtest and get the game off the ground.
The Oklahoma crew
To Arpanet and its founders without you this would have been much more difficult.
To Gutenberg for creating the printing press.
To Davinci because without you I would not be alive.
To Shayne Glickoff for writing when my writing was illegible.
To myself for going to distance and not giving up.
Barry Kester
Aurelio Harp
Carlos Harp
Lonnie Chester - without him allowing me to play on computers I would not be able to be liquid.
Aaron Clayes
Ben Boughton

The Mcmahan's for helping me to realize my dreams.
The Glickoffs for sheltering me and feeding me.
Wilson's
Mitchell's
Boughton's
The teachers that I loved
To Xerox parc, bell labs, Woz, bill gates, Linus Torvalds, Leonardo da Vinci

To get the scoop on this digerati
luminosity.livejournal.com

If we were to thank we would have to thank all for it is an eternal thread that connects us all for all eternity.