Fugue (Open-Format RP)
Fugue is a so-called "side-dish RP" featured on the Sonic Spindash RP forums. It has nothing to do with Sonic the Hedgehog or the main story in any way.
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What FUGUE is
- A contrapuntal composition in which a short melody or phrase (the subject) is introduced by one part and successively taken up by others and developed by interweaving the parts.
- A state or period of loss of awareness of one's identity, often coupled with flight from one's usual environment.
Fugue is an RP that has its roots in the old games of Let’s Pretend. There is no established setting beyond what has been made up over the course of the RP, and there is no plot except beyond what is evident in the threads so far. No-one has the faintest idea where this is going to go, but it should be one wild ride.
What has happened
| I woke up with a start. It's a spooky feeling, like being stuck in a dream, not being able to remember anything, not my own name, my mom's face, or anything. You just wanna go run and see something, anything, that will so convince you that you're still asleep that you just wake up at the sight of it. A monster, some bad guys with guns and knives, or something. Anything. The bad part, and the one I'm still adjusting to, is the fact that I am awake. |
The world has forgotten itself. The collective identity of every human, every creature, every town, every city, every nation, every sentient being has vanished—memories drained like wine from a tipped bottle, histories ransacked like a broken safe. No-one can remember who they are, where they came from, or who they knew there. Families regard each other with unrecognizing horror—unsure of why they are in the same house as these strangers. Neighbours and friends rush out of the doors, alarmed, barely noticing each other’s alien, unfamiliar faces.
Cities that were just over the hill from each other are now blindly unaware of the others’ presence. National borders have evaporated, borne witness to only by scrawled and lonely markers and by derelict checkpoints, since abandoned by the guards who woke up to find their minds half-missing, and who fled their posts in a panic.
| The girl's mind emptied, memories spilling out of her splintering thoughts like water from a smashed barrel: facts, faces, places she’d been—all disappearing. She could feel herself eroding, slipping away into empty space.
She lurched upright in her bed, and pulled at her face in senseless panic. “No,” she said, “Help!” |
However, the guards still remember how to fight, even if they don’t remember where they learned. The blacksmiths still know how to forge, bakers can bake, carpenters build. Languages are still known, practitioners of magic still remember their spells and rites. Math is still understood and practiced. The functional ability to sustain an entire society is still present, the only thing that has vanished is society.
No-one knows what the cause is, and very few people are in a proper state to find out. The disaster (for that is what it seems to be) is most evidently magical in nature. Whether or not it was on purpose or caused by some accidental spell or freak magical storm is anyone’s guess, although for the effect to so specifically target memories of history and identity and nothing else seems very unusual for an accident.
Bla bla bla bla bla I’ll write more stuff later. fit more ‘waking up’ snippets in later. it’s too late for any more of this lol
RPing in Practice
(an example of how the story could be turned on its ear and how this is encouraged)
Style guide
At the bottom we have the cute stuff like from those pcitures. at the top we have... something.
Appendix I
Atlas
There is a city large enough to be home to a cathedral. To the east is another town, big enough to contain a library. South of this town is a forest which may or may not be choc-a-bloc full of fairies.
Empires and Economy
Non-existant, as far as anyone can tell. The world has just forgotten itself. Kings, duchesses, knights, priestesses; everyone who might have held some sway over the people of the world has forgotten what they ever knew. Towns that used to reside on the opposite sides of the same hill are no longer aware of each others’ presence, and may not even meet as friends when they do discover each other.
Appendix II
Races and Creeds
Humans
