The Story of The Game
This is the prologue for that online RPG that my friend and I were working on. We decided that we wouldn't be able to finish that one, because we can't afford a database, but we are working on a completely different one. Eventually it might actually be done, and then you will be amazed. But it probably won't use this intro, so I'll put it up here for nostalgia sake:
They said it could never happen. It was such a popular product, used on everything from french fries, to hamburgers, to hotdogs. Billions of people consumed it daily. They said it could never happen.
But it did.
It lay there, festering in a little pool, where it eventually warped the growth hormones of the flies that continuously circled it. The flies mutated into massive bloodsucking, heathen, monstrosities, wiping out the entire human race, one at a time.
Millions of years later, an alien race lands on earth and discovers the remnants of a vast civilization. They look at a wall of an old skyscraper, now barely over 3 meters tall. There lies a message scratched into the very rock.
A man lay there once, convulsing in agony. He gathered into himself, drawing strength from deep down in his very core. His convulsions lessened. His breathing returned to a more normal pace. He rolled over to the wall and scraped a sharp rock against it. He would warn them. He would warn them of the fatal error of the human race. He would warn them never to make that mistake. The last of his strength faded into infinity. His final death throes overtook him.
Buildings collapsed. Oceans dried up. The moon broke away from its heavenly orbit and crashed into the Earth. Every memory of life faded away. The message lived on.
BEWARE THE KETCHUP
The aliens look at each other. They never saw Earth in all its glory. They never saw the fall of mankind. They never saw the last stand of mankind, as every soul on the Earth gathered together, under the disillusioned hope that everything might yet go back to how it was. They never saw the hope turn to despair, turn to death. But they could feel it. They could feel it in the very rocks they stood on, the very air they breathed.
BEWARE THE KETCHUP
A single tear rolls down the leader's face, rolls down his cheek, drops, hits the ground. He turns to his loyal companions. We must warn them. We must go back and warn them. We... We must. Use the time-machine. We will go back. We will go back and warn them!
BEWARE THE KETCHUP
You wake up to discover that there is someone standing beside you -- a few people -- no, not people -- you have never seen people like this. You blink a few times and look again. The largest one is crying. The overwhelming grief you sense from them frightens you. Wh... what do you want...? The crying one tilts his head sadly. His eyes meet yours and a wave of pity sweeps across the room. Beware the ketchup, he says. Beware the ketchup. And then they are gone.
You get out of bed and have breakfast. But you can not shake the sense of impending doom imparted to you by the strange visitors. And then it hits you! The visions you've been having lately in your dreams. They all make sense now. Ketchup!
You jump up with a determination that you have never felt before. It's up to you. You must save mankind. You must save the world. You must change destiny.
You call your three best friends, friends who have stuck with you through thick and thin, friends you can count on no matter what the odds against you are, and tell them to meet you outside the city. You have something urgent to tell them.
Without a notion of where your path will lead, you step out the front door...
