Post by Chronos Academy on Oct 26, 2009 4:14:54 GMT -5
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if I were any older I could act my age but I dont think that you'd believe me[/center][/font]
The year is 2010. Temperatures are rising, and the smoke from every car, plane and power station rises up into the atmosphere, the fumes wrapping us in a poisonous blanket. Politicians around the world hold lacklustre conferences and discuss, endlessly, how they might reduce emissions by some small percent. It isn't enough, and it's too late.
There is a more delicate fabric than the ozone layer, even than the air. The fabric of time has been burnt away, leaving a broken hole.
Much like the human body, the earth has its own defence mechanism. the white blood cells, the 'good soldiers'. One in one thousand people is born with a gift. This gift is never apparent, it is merely the capacity for great power. The only way to unleash this power, is to travel through time.
Time is like a wave running up the sand. Until the water reaches it, the sand is dry. So, the future has yet to happen, and is completely unknown. However, the sand that it has run over is moist, just as the past, once it has happened, runs simultaneously with the present. So when the hole appears in the fabric encasing it, people from every past imaginable are called to fight. They are snatched from their lives and brought to their future, our present.
The present is unchanged, because they have already lived their lives, and yet it seems to them that they have lost their entire futures. None of the people who are transported is out of their teenage years. However, climate change has been going on for some time. There are people who were transported to the present some thirty years ago, when the situation became bad enough. Time enough for scientists to try (and fail) to understand them. So these first few, having been educated, decided to set up a school, to help the people that they knew would come afterwards.
Thus Chronos Academy was born. It's one of a series of schools which have sprung up all around the globe, this one is in a secluded part of England, away from prying eyes. They all have powers, some more impressive than others, and here, they can learn to work with them. More than that, they can be among people who understand them. They teach all the conventional subjects, and a few extras, and deal with all the conventional teenage problems.
They also use their talents. Every government is aware of them, and whenever there is a threat to national security, they will call on the school and ask them for help. So the school assembles an elite band of students, along with all the teachers, who can help them fight if they wish to. But that doesn't happen too often. Hopefully.
This is a place of confusion and pain, bereavement and loneliness. Welcome to
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if I were any older I could act my age but I dont think that you'd believe me[/center][/font]
The year is 2010. Temperatures are rising, and the smoke from every car, plane and power station rises up into the atmosphere, the fumes wrapping us in a poisonous blanket. Politicians around the world hold lacklustre conferences and discuss, endlessly, how they might reduce emissions by some small percent. It isn't enough, and it's too late.
There is a more delicate fabric than the ozone layer, even than the air. The fabric of time has been burnt away, leaving a broken hole.
it's not the way I'm meant to be, it's just the way the operation made me
Much like the human body, the earth has its own defence mechanism. the white blood cells, the 'good soldiers'. One in one thousand people is born with a gift. This gift is never apparent, it is merely the capacity for great power. The only way to unleash this power, is to travel through time.
Time is like a wave running up the sand. Until the water reaches it, the sand is dry. So, the future has yet to happen, and is completely unknown. However, the sand that it has run over is moist, just as the past, once it has happened, runs simultaneously with the present. So when the hole appears in the fabric encasing it, people from every past imaginable are called to fight. They are snatched from their lives and brought to their future, our present.
I might join your century but only on a rare occasion
The present is unchanged, because they have already lived their lives, and yet it seems to them that they have lost their entire futures. None of the people who are transported is out of their teenage years. However, climate change has been going on for some time. There are people who were transported to the present some thirty years ago, when the situation became bad enough. Time enough for scientists to try (and fail) to understand them. So these first few, having been educated, decided to set up a school, to help the people that they knew would come afterwards.
Thus Chronos Academy was born. It's one of a series of schools which have sprung up all around the globe, this one is in a secluded part of England, away from prying eyes. They all have powers, some more impressive than others, and here, they can learn to work with them. More than that, they can be among people who understand them. They teach all the conventional subjects, and a few extras, and deal with all the conventional teenage problems.
behold the world's worst accident
They also use their talents. Every government is aware of them, and whenever there is a threat to national security, they will call on the school and ask them for help. So the school assembles an elite band of students, along with all the teachers, who can help them fight if they wish to. But that doesn't happen too often. Hopefully.
This is a place of confusion and pain, bereavement and loneliness. Welcome to
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