The Island of Buyan Roleplay sim
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The Island of Buyan
A Dark Roleplay Sim on Secondlife
(Post Apocolyptic, Metaphysical, Fantasy)

The sim of Buyan is set in 2322, 200 years have passed since the end of a brutal war that lead to the intervention of the then unknown deities that rule our realm.

The End
Everyone remembered hearing the stories of the Mayan Calendar. Supposedly it was because of an ancient relic that the prophecy of the world ending on December 21st of 2012 began being spread. To many this was taken with a grain of salt. Those who believed were right to worry, even when nothing transpired on that fateful date. This was because it had been improperly translated. The true date stated the end would fall upon 2022, a day which engulfed the world in chaos. It was on this day that an infamous event transpired taking the lives of billions.

The exact details of this event differs depending on who you ask and what books you read. Many claimed the sheer number of departed left the very air tainted by their rot. Your great grandfather may have claimed a comet fell from the clouds. Your aunt might have claimed of ancestors seeing gods walk among humanity collecting the souls of those they deemed blessed.

Strange weather had begun to appear to warn humanity of the coming apocalypse. Tornadoes in Manhattan, Earthquakes that could decimate cities, droughts that plagued entire nations, even swarms of spiders raining upon sleepy little towns. It was due to the many catastrophes that plagued the Earth over the year of 2022 that a great extinction occurred. Countless species across the board fell. Leaving behind this alien world your ancestors would never have imagined. What followed was said to have been decades of pure darkness. Nothing to but a hushed silence and an endless shadow that fell upon the Earth.

Hope had surely been lost. It was during this catastrophe that a war began. The supernaturals had always been at war, fighting in secret. Possessing humans for the sole purpose of causing chaos. Bringing out the ultimate evil or compassion in order to fight for the 'right' cause. This was different. To compare, to the demons and angels that had been in a constant stalemate. A cold war due to nothing turning the tides.

The war was fought between two main races at first. The Angels and the Demons. Most races sided with one or the other. That was until something changed with in the vampires, who had sided with the demons. A third race split off from them, created by a mad general of the vampires. Not satisfied with being simply a slave of the demons, they lashed out suddenly. It was at this point the war began taking in humans. The true forms of the races showing. Chaos reigned supreme. The balance had been broken. This war would continue on until one particular event caused the intervention of the two deities. One century from the beginning of the war.

It is unknown when any semblance of peace finally graced the weathered world. Species not taken out by the disastrous events themselves fell prey to the fallout. The world had become harsh, slowly repairing as the Earth had been left to finally rest. The few that remained had adapted to their new environment. Evolving into mere remnants of what remained. It is said the God and Goddess helped see to the continued survival of a select few, breathing life in whatever was strong enough to survive in this new barren world.

This wretched landscape lead to the reign of the predators. The very Earth had begun to fight back to survive. Be it through metaphysical or biological means flora began to adapt to the desolate world. In the decades of a blacked out sun the only flora that could survive found a means to live on through the flesh and blood of any that dared to get close enough. Herbivores became a rarity in this hellish period. You’d still be hard pressed to find any living creature that had not adapted the ability or even thirst to consume the living.