Multi Dimensional Space

Where All Things Can Be

 

Introduction

Gather round children.  Gather round and I will tell you the tale of how it all began.  Of the times of wonders past and how we came to be in this place of hope.

In the old times before it all started there was only darkness and television.  A time when people didn't share in online communities and were held appart by the great distances between cities and nations.

I was one of the first.  I came to a place of wonder at the request of my sister.  In those days I was called by a name, a name almost forgotten by the young. Then I was known as Artistyc Amaru, but I have been known by many other names since, Artistyc Rayite, Dynath Kajira, or Durindanus Et Mortius.  But in those times the name mattered less than the mind that wrote with its hand.  Now where did my story begin. AH yes...TSFV...

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sci-Fi Vine
Almost a decade ago A place called the Sci-Fi Vine was founded.  It was a shining beacon all alone in the night.  And to its light like moths to a flame an army came.  An army of poets and writers, and so began a war of words fighting back ignorance. 

Not unlike Babylon 5 the Sci-Fi Vine become a home for a great deal of people.  A home where we gathered to share and discuss Science Fiction and Fantasy as mature adults who just happened to also be sort of Geeky.

It wasn't always a paradise though.  In those days early days we filled our time with bulletin board Role Play in the universes we enjoyed. But as with all things unwritten rules were often violated and people's feelings were hurt.  Innumerable numbers of people running willy nilly with lightsabers and Zat guns trying to behead each other soon came to the attention of the grand high monkey brains that ran the Sci-Fi Vine.  Oh how they threatened.  Boiling in tumult at the antics of the masses.  But they couldn't stop us though they tried.

One day though our ship found its Ice Burg.  Due to financial hardships the company who had graciously created that shining beacon the Sci-Fi Vine was forced to change their site to remain competitive in the violent pay per view death match that is the business industry.  Many of us were driven out in the redesign like roaches from a light.  The rest where hurled into the world almost a year later when the Sci-Fi Vine 2 closed its doors.  Regardless we joined the countless numbers following the Galactica through deep space.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The First Founding
In the months that followed many of us were without hope.  Cast out into the wilds of the internet to fight the cyber trolls we sought for a new home out among the stars.  Many of us tied ourselves together hoping that our meager webrings could hold back the dark tied waters of the information sea.

Then came from the founding.  Many of us staked out plots of digital land and began using out lightsabers to boil fresh drinking water.  Our phasers became tools to turn off the lights at night rather than weapons against the endless waves of spam that drifted through cyberspace.  Over time we through back the barbarous ignorance of the average network user to prove once again that the force was strong with us.  Together we forged a new community- under Slanesh, that was a new burst of freedom. And that role playing, by sci-fi geeks, for sci-fi geeks shall not parish from cyberspace.

And we named our new Cybernation MDS, as a joke made between Duker Duck and myself randomly making up acronyms.  But as they say we built it and they came. And came. And came.  Before we knew it multi dimensional space was a popular site among the exiles the fallen Old Republic.  For a great deal of time we filled our nights with Ninja Jedi vs Samurai Sith battles and our days helping the Lightning Count sneak kegs through the Stargate.

It couldn't last forever though, or at least it didn't last forever though it could have but someone messed up.  That was the time of the great loss.  The time when one man was drug off by the slobbering rancid mouthed digital monkeys.  Without that man MDS collapsed like the Colossus of Gaul.  And so a moment of silence for Duker Duck who... Wait never mind he got beter.  The monkeys eventually spat him back because he tasted bad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Second Founding
It was almost a full "Yaren" before the return of Duker Duck.  He came back through a worm hole in his internet service contract riding his Molsonscape craft and found the last remnants of the MDS cyber colony.  Its iron walls decaying and abandoned.  But he soon discovered that I, his shadow, was already working to rebuild. Quickly we planned and put into motion our efforts, only marginally distracted by Knights of the Old Republic.

In a blur of HTML and images we slapped together a ramshackle excuse for an archives and called out to the internet gods to fill our Forums.  Together we forged a new site, a coalition of the willing or some other suitably pointless name for a community of people who want to help out.

The New site was built around a game.  A simple percentile based system of role playing which flew in the face of the complexity and egotistical graphic art monstrosities put out by that other gaming company.  With a back bone and a sword we carry the message to the people.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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