This needs to me made clear right now: this is a DARK plot.

Hello! This is a big one, and it's a bit outside of the sort of thing I usually do. If you're into the idea of a big, dark, grand, epic adventure, read on!

The World

In our fast-moving 22nd century, ideas travel quickly. As things like "objective truth" and "natural law" began to get more and more twisted up, it was inevitable that people would turn to more primitive systems of belief. So began the age of the technocults.

These weird pseudo-religious movements began to sweep the world, as people gave into AI, biotechnology, and other breakthroughs as ways of life. Cults would rise, the government would step in, and they would fall. This cascade of radicalism continued for several tenuous years, until one technocult rose up and stuck. And, just humanity's luck, they were a really bad one.

The Order of the Grand Genome are part eugenicists, part human traffickers, part transhumanists, and part pure ontological evil. They have a vision: the key to humanity's salvation lies within their genetic code. If they aggregate enough human sex cells, they can create an "Allfather", one who will be the peak human form and take the social order to a utopia.

The idea does sound ridiculous. But people bought it. It started with just a few weirdos, donating their eggs and sperm in an underground lab in Munich. But it was a time of techno-radicalism. The movement grew. It spread across social media. It found itself in local government. It dominated communities. In time, people were being asked to donate their genetic material for the Allfather.

Now, sperm is, as it turns out, quite easy to manufacture. Artificial semen proved perfectly viable for the Order. The problem was eggs. They had to be taken from humans. And volunteers soon ran out. The cult, therefore, had to establish an internment system. First, it was convicts. Then, it was a public lottery. Soon, dozens of women were being abducted to harvest their eggs through surgery.

This idea stuck. And as the Order grew, so did its resources. They established "farms", large facilities akin to something out of The Matrix where women would be held in suspension, half conscious, extracting their eggs to be funneled to a device called "The Grandmother" where all the aggregate genetic material was forming.

And so began the end of the world.

As the cult grew, it became hungrier. It began to expand its industry all across the world. Save for a handful of women who were associated with the Order's upper caste, every woman on the planet was a target for abduction and processing— a labyrinthic arrangement of millions of women being harvested in stasis pods.

Cities grew barren of women. Then, when the remaining men left in exodus, they would be incorporated and dismantled by the Order. After 30 short years, most of the world was in the Order's grasp, billions of women being harvested in suspension, tortured by pain, stimulation, isolation, and boredom. All for some ridiculous idea.

The cities that remain are male-dominated, with agents (or unmanned drones) from the Order picking out the last remaining women. But across the world there are safehouses, points of light in the darkness where the last free women on earth can live in relative safety.

So begins our story.

Your Character

You didn't think it was a cult when you joined. But in hindsight, it's good that you went in blind.

As a young mechanical engineer, you were a perfect target for the Order of the Grand Genome. Your knowledge was deemed more valuable than your eggs at the time, and you helped the Order design their first farms.

That was years ago.

You found yourself in a lofty position in the Order, as a Control Engineer in one of the major European farm sectors. You lived a comfortable life of good food, drink, and friends, but you suspected your time was short. Your female colleagues were beginning to stop showing up for work, and indeed, no one seemed to even remember them when they didn't come to breakfast. You realized that they had been taken. Their value had run out. And your time would soon come.

So you ran. You drove to the Mediterranean in the cover of night, you boarded a refugee ship, and joined the massive underground network of people fleeing to the Sahara desert and its handful of safe arcologies.

And there you are now. You're anywhere from your 20s to 40s, and you live in Hulul Prime, a safe city of almost a million. You might be a working class woman: a miner, a bartender, a hooker, or a mechanic. Or you might be a slave, captured for the market as soon as you arrived in the city. Women are at a premium after all. Regardless, you've escaped, and you're here.

My Character

I did the only thing that was logical. I couldn't fight, so I ran.

During the final days of civilization, before the Order really consumed everything, my family and I moved from Chicago to London to take up a new job working for an engineering firm (which, as it turned out, was Order-operated). Those were grim years. My wife and two daughters were terrified to even go outside, and we knew this wasn't sustainable. Stores started to close, the streets got more barren, and when government services shut down, I knew we had to flee.

We packed our belongings and headed south, vaguely aware of the underground refugee network. I smuggled my family through Europe with a caravan of men trying to escape the abandoned husks of Europe. Funny thing about the Order— they don't care about us men. Their drones passed by our refugee ship several times, and when they didn't find females, they let us go on our way.

But then, I lost them. In the dark of night, two days out from Hulul Prime, my car was ambushed by two drones. I fought them, but the rifle I bought off a fellow refugee was useless against the bots. They knocked me off my feet, and the last thing I saw was my girls being whisked away from me, gone. Forever.

I continued to Hulul Prime. Here, I feel defeated. I found a job working as a machinist (better than most work around here), but I have lost the thing I spent years trying to protect: my family.

The Story

Our characters are going to meet. You have something that I want: knowledge of the Order. My character has nothing left to lose, and he's willing to risk everything to try to get his family back. I'm determined to return to Europe. And I need you to guide me.

Of course, you won't want to go right away. That's a stupid idea. You barely escaped last time. If the Order so much as identifies your silhouette in a security camera, your ass is going to wind up in a harvesting pod.

But maybe I can find some way to make it worth your while.

This story is going to be a grand epic of travelling and sneaking across a barren apocalyptic wasteland, searching for my family. We are on a timeline. There is only so much time between abduction and processing that it will soon be too late for them.

TL;DR: In a dystopian world where women are abducted to be harvested in massive farms, my family has been taken from me. You defected from your job as an engineer in the farms, but I need your help to get my family back. Terrifying adventure ensues.

So that was way longer than intended! Sorry about that, that tends to happen when I start writing. I won't waste any more of your time. If you're interested in trying this out, please DM me (NO CHAT) the following:

• Your character's name
• Your character's age (18 !)
• Your character's appearance (reference pic optional, but appreciated!)
• Your sexual orientation
• The name of the city we're meeting in
• Can you use Discord? (y/n, Discord is highly preferred)
• Your kinks and hard limits

Please respect Rule 7 in your response!

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!