#SOPFF

[yogiku]

「私はカオスとなる者」

SOPFF　ネオン

ネオンちゃんは可愛いしかっこいいので光の戦士たちに対してこんな感じで喋っててほしい

[starmanleo]

Jack Garland and the Warrior of Light. This drawing was made by Nomura himself!

[anaalonsoartist]

This is FINALLY coming!

P.S.: It´s not blurry because of Photoshop, the demo looks like that =P

[starmanleo]

Shadows Rising from the Brightest of Lights.

The life of the average Lufenian was without struggle. It was without challenge, without conflict, it was peaceful in all terms of the word. Schooling was excellent and views were personally terraformed from the soil down to have wide plains of dry grass spreading to make a golden wave against the twilight. With no true enemy to defy them, their existence was predicated on their knowledge and advancement. From the moment you turn of age, you will be put into rigours schooling and study until you are able to calculate the amount of darkness needed to generate a Harpy. The amount of course fluctuates based on the output of negative energy by the civilization multiplied by the common stressors of the population and divided by the governmental coefficient. Not to mention the amount of development of that race technology and the development of their social services. They could predict the fear of a simulated city by the hairs raised on the back. Of course, if the results became unfavorable, it was a trivial matter of sending a Stranger or two or pumping some spare darkness into there. Simple chance manipulated into a favorable outcome, any difficulty simply cast aside to nothingness. That was the issue. There was an endless amount of time with a minuscule amount of difficulty. Any true games of chance were ruined overblown math majors mentally managing the match-up! Simulated fear was a thing of the past when there was no basis to fear on. You cannot fear a wild, aggressive animal when all your beasts were domesticated to the point of being whipped. You cannot fear your death when it is guaranteed to be a smooth painless transition away from your flesh. You cannot fear the unknown when the grand quantum state you exist in is constantly observed to the point of linearity.

Of course as generation past, the fierce dedication towards superiority from their reality bound days eased out into simple egotism. A racism implanted by the conquers of years past . They were the ones who grew past their Cornelian neighbors , and as such their status of dominance had firmly been carved out and in each of their history books, they were the ones who were marked as superior and any other society was a simple water filter. Pump what negative emotion and darkness you haven't already tempered down into Cornelia, send some Strangers to tamper it down once it gets to the boiling point and wipe their memory. Of course you may need to make a helper or two to keep them on the path. Day in and Day out, with year after year of this process of birth and death and resetting. Monotony sets in as they believe that they've basically put the process on autopilot. Smooth road, smooth life, smooth sailing. Until... a new variable introduces itself.

Darkness, Light, Hopes,Dreams,Ambition. Magic. Emotions, abstract concepts put into our mental matter. Those bare emotions can advance into something greater. Advance the body towards its goal to extend its reach. To form a group that can truly compete with the ever present rule of Nature. And yet once you have conquer what once gave you life, you are left with nothing but the avoidance of death. Until something new shows up. Test results come back... against you? It is impossible, it is a cause for reaction, displeasure, the first negative result in who knows how long and all because... well.... nobody is sure. The Cornelian experiment went on as planned until.. Agent Jack Garland. For the next week, this Lufenian born agent along with a rouge group of other agents as well as a Cornelian somehow overthrew the system. They have committed the grandest of atrocities for a plan unknown to anyone! All files on Jack were left in discord, bits and pieces classified under the strictest of blackout ink, any history of Jed was drowned under red tape, any history of Ashe was left to be atrophied and information on the Conelian infestor was barely enough for firewood, as the scale of Sophia's accomplishments were myth to the junior agents. The act of her betrayal, even the suggestion was a deep sacrilege to everything they stood for. All that could be found in the form a direct statement was a voiced threat and evidence of his force, what happened when force was made manifest. All these abstract concepts grown into something unable to be controlled,unable to be rectified with simple solutions and war machines. A fire unable to be put out for it feeds itself on the emotions of the populace like oxygen. In a word. Chaos.

Clamoring for answers the people put down their foot as to how this could have happened. Havoc showed just how out of practice the engineers the of the Crystal Matrix were as they attempted to rebuild what was broken. Adversity was a thing of the past so how the hell could an issue like this slip through the cracks? Were they too lately with the location of the rendezvous? The feeling of fear as someone on their level could come and take them down, the existential threat that existed under layers of denial. It was knife peeling back their false layers of confidence as things got worse. An unthinkable act of betrayal just occurred, the system was build to pump out negativity but with no place for storage till cleansing and the people were soon succumbing to the the effects of darkness. It beat within the hearts of the people and the Lufenian populace has no choice but to express it. Academic books were left to the wayside as a spike of personal equipment for playwrights and stagehands. The tales of Garland as spread through rumor were made to give to the people an ideal of a villain to be defeated for the source of their new found strife. For all of those complex mathematicians of years past, they fell into the ditch of simple solutions for nothing but to allow their spiralling mental straight to go down smoother. For once in their lives, they had to take their destiny into their own hands and the idea was paralyzing. They couldn't, they refused the thought. On no grounds were their hearts permitted to beat in such intensity and yet their faces curled up in a sickening sensation at the thought of it. Soon, their recompense for all their actions would come and by light or dark, by order or chaos, they would find their destiny.