Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-29435884-20180505060445/@comment-30014014-20180530161103

Monsters have their immense strength humans cannot hope to match.

Elves and magical creatures have their arcane attuned over generations still all too new to humans.

So, they went and embraced the one branch that neither of these could hope to muster: technology.

In embracing this gift given to them, away from monsters, away from Order, they have ascended beyond the reach of the same beings that once towered over them.

Their minds, blessed with the comsic absolution, able to decipher everything laid before them. Their bodies, wrapped in godly armor that not even the the big rip itself could dent at its most intense. Their offensive might, making it so nothing is escapable from them. The chief goddess, the demon lord, now utterly insignificant to them.

But, empathy is not forgone to the humans, now called reclaimer, for the state they have reach for the second time. One of them, selected to act as the representative, gazes upon the state of the world, locating two harrowing pestilences that plague it.

The first one, his mind locates through every section, every cardinal pole, every dark corner this world has to offer. With one flash of his visor-clad eyes, every tyrant, corrupted, dividing element of this Order is instantly banished to a parallel world devoid of monster, but also of people to muster control over, condemned to rebuild all they have without the harrow of those once under their feet, leaving the reasonable ones to take over, and sowing the seeds of reason and diplomacy through hidden acts.

Then, his eyes turn to the dark elements, monsters. In a second, everyone of them is catalogued through race, name, age, appearance and act. The more malicious ones are also banned from the flickering of his gaze, including the children of the demon lord. His hands mold from fire, wind, water and earth, the basic shape of man, though with no sentience. As they have wished for so long, they have their subservient pets, immobile and boontiful with the substance of life they starve over.

And now, from the throne over this planet, the link snapped from those who would control their evolution, the voice of the reclaimers watches as a perfect synergy shapes the world, lines blurred between monster and man, to forsake the previous titles for a new one...