App Post
Character: Jomy Marquis Shin
Series: Toward the Terra
Character age: Physically 14; mentally ~30
Canon: Dystopia! In the future, humanity is ruled by a galactic computer network, “Mother,” which controls society by creating all children in test-tubes and wiping their memories before adulthood to ensure an obedient populace. But despite Mother’s supposedly perfect system, an abnormal sliver of the population the “Mu,” is being born with psionic powers. The peaceful Mu, stuck in hiding on a spaceship, have only one goal: to travel to the bountiful, beautiful planet they’ve seen in a vision… to Terra.
Jomy Marquis Shin thinks he’s a normal teenager until his memory-wipe goes horribly awry and he’s handpicked to be the next leader of the Mu. Though Jomy rejects the Mu at first, he eventually embraces the leadership role, his own super-special psionic powers, and his predecessor’s passionate desire to take the Mu to Terra, their idealized Promised Land. While his powers halt his physical aging, Jomy nevertheless grows into a mature, inspirational, focused, and loving leader who makes dramatic speeches to swelling background music and just wants everyone to be happy :( Cherishing the emotions that separate man from machine, Jomy throws himself unwaveringly into building a computer-less society… an epic quest which includes everything from ending Mother’s domination of civilization to making lots of non-test-tube babies the old-fashioned way. By the final stretch of the long journey, Jomy fights not only to bring the Mu to Terra, but to bring freedom to all humanity.
Sample Post:
Wipe away your tears!
Lady Elizabeth, you’ve lost a precious person… no, an irreplaceable person. But that tragic loss is no reason to shut yourself - and others! - away in Camp Fuck You Die when there are still so many opportunities to enjoy life in this green world.
Look around you. Can you see the tentacles waving hello? The gorillas frolicking happily with the passerby? The squirrels’ painstakingly drawn blueprints for burying their nuts? And listen, Lady Elizabeth. Rising from the trees on a gentle afternoon breeze is a lilting chorus of toucans serenading the summer skies, their clear and joyous voices exalting in just how good it feels to be a gangsta…! The sun is shining, the lake is glowing, and everywhere, beings are glad to be alive.
And are we really so different from them, Lady Elizabeth? You and the tentacles, the toucans and I - we all laugh, cry, and find Tuesday’s soup generally indigestible as one. And as we live here together with these beings, we can see clearly what makes them happy to be here, and what makes Camp Fuck You Die their beloved home. Just watch the birds and the bees or the gorillas and anyone in a two-meter radius. We, too, can share their happiness to live here, Lady Elizabeth, if only you will cast aside the rules and bans that exclude us from their greatest joys!
You may insist that your regulations are traditional, or that this is no place for human intimacy and raising children. Indeed, there is the possibility this place’s unique circumstances might lead to a delinquent generation of infant mobsters or underwear-thieving cephalopods… but even so! Fear and doubt cannot stop us from moving forward. Whatever evils we may unleash upon ourselves, remember: at the bottom of Pandora’s Box, there is hope.
And so long as we have that hope, Lady Elizabeth, men and women of Camp Fuck You Die, we can work to change this place for the better, ensuring that camp becomes a land of plenty for ourselves and all those who follow in our footsteps! With work and care, even the underwear tree will exchange its fragile thongs for hearty white blossoming diapers, and the cowbots and the Splenda bushes will make this a beautiful land of milk and no-calorie artificial sweetener.
Lady Elizabeth, people of camp, we cannot change the past or bring back the comrades we have lost. But still, we can honor their sacrifices by choosing our own futures, and a brilliant future for this place! So I ask you to join hands and work towards a new camp, where we will embrace new lives and new loves, rather than dwelling on death. Though the journey will be long and difficult, together we will travel the road to a better home for everyone…
… the road to Camp Fuck You Live.
98.2%.
Series: Toward the Terra
Character age: Physically 14; mentally ~30
Canon: Dystopia! In the future, humanity is ruled by a galactic computer network, “Mother,” which controls society by creating all children in test-tubes and wiping their memories before adulthood to ensure an obedient populace. But despite Mother’s supposedly perfect system, an abnormal sliver of the population the “Mu,” is being born with psionic powers. The peaceful Mu, stuck in hiding on a spaceship, have only one goal: to travel to the bountiful, beautiful planet they’ve seen in a vision… to Terra.
Jomy Marquis Shin thinks he’s a normal teenager until his memory-wipe goes horribly awry and he’s handpicked to be the next leader of the Mu. Though Jomy rejects the Mu at first, he eventually embraces the leadership role, his own super-special psionic powers, and his predecessor’s passionate desire to take the Mu to Terra, their idealized Promised Land. While his powers halt his physical aging, Jomy nevertheless grows into a mature, inspirational, focused, and loving leader who makes dramatic speeches to swelling background music and just wants everyone to be happy :( Cherishing the emotions that separate man from machine, Jomy throws himself unwaveringly into building a computer-less society… an epic quest which includes everything from ending Mother’s domination of civilization to making lots of non-test-tube babies the old-fashioned way. By the final stretch of the long journey, Jomy fights not only to bring the Mu to Terra, but to bring freedom to all humanity.
Sample Post:
Wipe away your tears!
Lady Elizabeth, you’ve lost a precious person… no, an irreplaceable person. But that tragic loss is no reason to shut yourself - and others! - away in Camp Fuck You Die when there are still so many opportunities to enjoy life in this green world.
Look around you. Can you see the tentacles waving hello? The gorillas frolicking happily with the passerby? The squirrels’ painstakingly drawn blueprints for burying their nuts? And listen, Lady Elizabeth. Rising from the trees on a gentle afternoon breeze is a lilting chorus of toucans serenading the summer skies, their clear and joyous voices exalting in just how good it feels to be a gangsta…! The sun is shining, the lake is glowing, and everywhere, beings are glad to be alive.
And are we really so different from them, Lady Elizabeth? You and the tentacles, the toucans and I - we all laugh, cry, and find Tuesday’s soup generally indigestible as one. And as we live here together with these beings, we can see clearly what makes them happy to be here, and what makes Camp Fuck You Die their beloved home. Just watch the birds and the bees or the gorillas and anyone in a two-meter radius. We, too, can share their happiness to live here, Lady Elizabeth, if only you will cast aside the rules and bans that exclude us from their greatest joys!
You may insist that your regulations are traditional, or that this is no place for human intimacy and raising children. Indeed, there is the possibility this place’s unique circumstances might lead to a delinquent generation of infant mobsters or underwear-thieving cephalopods… but even so! Fear and doubt cannot stop us from moving forward. Whatever evils we may unleash upon ourselves, remember: at the bottom of Pandora’s Box, there is hope.
And so long as we have that hope, Lady Elizabeth, men and women of Camp Fuck You Die, we can work to change this place for the better, ensuring that camp becomes a land of plenty for ourselves and all those who follow in our footsteps! With work and care, even the underwear tree will exchange its fragile thongs for hearty white blossoming diapers, and the cowbots and the Splenda bushes will make this a beautiful land of milk and no-calorie artificial sweetener.
Lady Elizabeth, people of camp, we cannot change the past or bring back the comrades we have lost. But still, we can honor their sacrifices by choosing our own futures, and a brilliant future for this place! So I ask you to join hands and work towards a new camp, where we will embrace new lives and new loves, rather than dwelling on death. Though the journey will be long and difficult, together we will travel the road to a better home for everyone…
… the road to Camp Fuck You Live.
98.2%.