Our old universe has
fallen into impossible chaos and destruction, but the Legendaries will save us; are saving us; have saved us. Soon many lives and memories will fill this new world, and give it purpose.


Terrene continues to heat
up, both in temperature and in conflict. Beta is asking for spies to infiltrate Omega's camp, while Dentelle simply wants to inquire after the scientist's progress. Later in the season, Beta is hosting his annual crater city tournament, where people can test their Pokemon and their leadership and strategies against one another.


Summer will be here until
September. The heat of summer is here in full force, as well as the accompanying summer thunderstorms. Bug, electric, and fire types all thrive while others wilt under these conditions.







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Aug 2 2017, 06:11 PM
The Rapture had passed, and God's chosen ones were taken into His Kingdom while the sinners of the world were left to rot in the fallen-apart world for eternity until the battle between the Angels and the Devils had finally ceased. That was the prevailing opinion here, but it couldn't have been true; for one thing, He did not take His humble servants, and for another the priests, God-loving men and women, and pure children were not taken.

But that was fine in itself. They needed merely to survive until His watchful countenance fell upon them once more, and He would see their devotion to Him and sweep them up to the Kingdom of Heaven. That was the world Ryan Thomas put his hands and his beliefs in as they held fast within this church, only stepping out for supplies (and even then with trepidation). To his credit, that belief held for nine full years of life before today happened.

Why the world decided that now was a good time to attack the church was a mystery to him. For nine years the Lord's House had been left alone by the ravaged time and space that permeated the rest of the immediate area. But now the distorted forces caught up and wreaked havoc upon their sanctuary. The pews rotted at speeds unimaginable; the stained glass faded to colorless, and holes ripped open from sheer erosion over time. One of the pastors, a man he knew most all his life, quite literally turned into dust on the wind.

The children, he thought, he had to save them at least. They were the future, too young and pure to be labeled as unworthy of His love. But when he turned to reach for them, he found himself able and unable to move all at once. His body made motions, he grasped for them - but no position changed, a sign that distance and space were becoming increasingly unwound. And that was the final trigger.

"Oh, God-DAMNIT!" Ryan dropped to his knees and punched the stone floor, uncaring of the pain that went through him in return, "Why?! What is the purpose of this, O Father in Heaven? Do you think you're funny? Is our suffering Your amusement? You would leave Your flock to flail about in this absurd world, let children die for some absurd cause?! IS THAT IT?!"

Sixteen years of faith, built upon solid fundamentals and unwavering belief. And it took five minutes of sustained agony to bring it all crashing down on itself.

"Well, FINE!" Ryan looked to the skies, now revealed by the crumbling ceiling of the church, "Fine! You have won, O Father in Heaven! Your trials have broken your humble servants! You've left us all to die, even after we chose to believe in Your great plan for us! And this is Your repayment? My only hope now is that one day, Your recalcitrance for Your callous disregard for Your flock is repaid in full!

"May the Devil himself rip through Saint Peter's gates and crash through Michael's unwavering blade! May Gabriel's trumpet sound a dull note, and may You fall as Lucifer did from that profound position!

"May I see you in Hell, you callous God!" And with that final curse, the foundations of the church finally gave way and crumbled under the passage of time gone mad...
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<div class="simpappname">Ryan Thomas</div>

<div class="simpappinfo">Sixteen - Male - Heterosexual</div>

<div class="simpappdesc">Appearance</div>
Ryan's clothing choices were mostly dictated by the society in which he lived prior to arriving this world; simple, black clerical clothes with a collar, a somewhat formal statement in the post-Rapture world; given that they were some of the only clothes that could be found in the immediate wake of the devastation in the church, and it stuck throughout the years. Accoutrements that joined it included a medieval-styled tabard with three crosses upon it, as well as a white coif that is more often than not abandoned due to his general distaste for the headwear. <p>

The only real indulgence he shows is a glass cross on a brass chain that hangs around his neck. He has another cross of dull grey metal, about the size of his forearm, that is better used as a self-defense weapon than an object of worship... not that it is much good for any real self-defense task it could feasibly undertake.<p>

Ryan stands at roughly five feet and seven inches. He has a fairly unassuming body type for his age, the kind that no one would expect much of. Ryan has brown hair that has grown out long enough to reach his shoulders and has hazel eyes.

<div class="simpappdesc">Personality</div>
For so many years, Ryan had to be a hero to all the younger children distressed and disillusioned by the world at large. He is prone to grandiose speaking and overly-verbose methods of delivering information. The kind of person to be "holier than thou"; little surprise there, given his upbringing.<p>

For some time, he had been a great devout one in the name of God, that even if these were the End Times and no Rapture was coming for them that if they proved themselves He would see their valor and take them to his Kingdom. That fell apart very quickly in the interim period, and now he is highly questioning his faith.<p>

He is a natural leader and shepherd of the flock, as he had to be to protect the younger survivors. However, he is prone to getting attached too easily and becoming overly obsessive over certain types of people. At his best, he is a paragon of faith and the moral center of any community; at his worst, a shepherd without a flock and a martyr without a cause.

<div class="simpappdesc">History</div>
Hearthome City, Sinnoh. The only child of fairly religious, Christian parents, Ryan spent the majority of his time growing up between church and school. By all accounts, it was a relatively blessed life, and the days passed by as peacefully as they could be expected to.<p>

Somewhere down the line, the world shook and fell apart, roughly when he had turned seven. Hearthome City lost the meaning of its name when time and space themselves rent apart; most were simply lost within time, aging rapidly in either direction or forced down repetitive paths. Others never reached shelter as distance was perpetually destroyed, shifting on the whims of insane probabilities no God could hope to understand. Ryan was one such survivor of this phenomenon, and the church of Hearthome became the only salvation for the lucky few.<p>

As he aged in this time, he was quickly drafted to help the surviving populace eke out a life; not that there was ever any doubt of it, given the current state of the world. To Ryan's credit, he made it nine full years of his life before his faith finally crumbled in the face of the endless recursion of pain and suffering of the post-aionic Hearthome City. As the walls of the church gave way to the erosion magnified by time, he cursed God for allowing such a thing to happen to this world and everyone he knew.<p>

And God answered, for the first time in sixteen years... Or, rather, A God answered.

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