The game has begun! READ ABOUT THE RULES AND THE ROLES BEFORE YOU BEGIN
A bee I am. Not.
I come to you from a time.
It was once my home.
Not the past. Not the future. Not now. Just a future. One future. A possible future.
Or from a past. It's hard to say. I come from a time that is not your own. In a world that's not quite this one. That is where I'm from.
In that world, there is a prophecy. Of a boy. And another boy. And another. And a fourth. And another. And another. And a seventh. And another. And a ninth boy. And a girl. Also, a second girl. Eleven children total. Probably.
The prophecy states that win these eleven gather, the world will be at war. Ten years in your future, this prophecy has been fulfilled. Ten years in your past, it was not. Mathematicians from my time have decided that means the prophecy is now. It must be now. It must be you eleven.
There is a stone. It captures sound. It's not in this game. However, there is another stone. It bears a mark. Twice. The mark appears twice. It was your stone, but it's mine now. Twice, the XX appears on the stone. The stone possesses the power of a dragon. A sleeping dragon. A metaphor for the Earth's power. It is meant for the strong. It does not discriminate. That's why I have it. I'm strong. I can use PK Fire Beta. Who else here can use PK Fire Beta?
No one. I thought so. I was right. That is why the stone is with me.
Wait. Something isn't right.
Something is wrong. I can feel I am not welcome.
Things... Are... Slowing... Down...
What was that giant flying bug overhead?
The... One... With... A... Gaseous.... Substance... Being... Released...?
It hurts. This is not good. It slows me down, it hurts. I only wanted to snack on a tomato. Why does it hurt?
My time is fading fast. The XX stone is rejecting my strength.
Listen closely. I only have enough time to say this once. Soon, I will perish.
You eleven are the Chosen Children. A group meant to unify the world. In spirit. You must gain control of the XX stone. And spread it to pivotal points across this Earth. It needs to observe people and places. It needs to see your world. It needs to feel your influence. It will absorb the power of your experiences. Amplify it. The effect will spread, and rear up Mother's... I mean Earth's energy. For you, the Chosen Children, you eleven, to create a world fit for your own eyes.
That is all I had to say. Did you hear it all? Did you understand it? I can't go on much longer. Would you like me to repeat this farewell? Yes?
Listen closely. I only have enough time to say this once. Soon, I will perish.
You eleven are the Chosen Children. A group meant to unify the world. In spirit. You must gain control of the XX stone. And spread it to pivotal points across this Earth. It needs to observe people and places. It needs to see your world. It needs to feel your influence. It will absorb the power of your experiences. Amplify it. The effect will spread, and rear up Mother's... I mean Earth's energy. For you, the Chosen Children, you eleven, to create a world fit for your own eyes.
That is all I had to say. Did you hear it all? Did you understand it? I can't go on much longer. Would you like me to repeat this farewell? No?
In that case, my time has come. I wish you the best. I leave you in the hands of the third-best storytelling mole atop this hill. He should do an adequate job. He also has a power shield.
And remember:
A host I am. Not.
I am just the messenger.
Please enjoy the game...........