BLACKOUT
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PROLOGUE
Darkness.
A force that has struck uncertainty, doubt, fear, into the heart of man since the beginning. But, what we have discovered, is that man does not fear the darkness itself. No, man fears what might grow from that darkness, what is concealed in the darkness, waiting for an opportune moment to strike.
We have perfected a device, a wonderful yet simultaneously horrible device, made to completely shatter the stability of any electrically powered piece of machinery. And, at this point in time, man has become far, far too dependent on their technology. They put too much trust in their devices, their flimsy securities, to have prepared for this kind of a calamity.
In an instant, once night had settled, all light fled from the region of Unova. As an ominous signal began sounding, akin to a slowed-down and lower-pitched siren, giant neon signs seemed to blink out of existence. The navigation systems of countless aircraft and naval vessels, as well as control towers and lighthouses, all powered down in the blink of an eye. People began, however slowly, noticing that power was not functioning.
Panic quickly settled in. All of the frantic attempts to regain power failed. Unprecedented numbers of airplanes were sent hurling into the ground, and an equally large number of ships were ran aground, all at once. We simply allowed the chaos to fester for a few days, before making our presence known. Out of the darkness we came, personifying ourselves as the darkspawn, the lurking creatures, the true reason for man's fear of the dark. In short time, we asserted our dominion, not only through technological superiority, but through psychological manipulation. We instilled the belief that we were everywhere, that we could strike at any moment, that we were always watching, through a string of what would be considered as horrendous killing sprees. But oftentimes, in order to guarantee the success of an empire, some things must be done.
Today, over four months after the beginning of our rule, our hold is still strong. We now have the entirety of Unova in the palm of our outstretched hand, and have made our base of headquarters at the Central Plaza of Castelia City. At this point, the region is surrounded by a shroud of darkness, plunging it into perpetual, pitch-black night. But, as of recently, new issues have arisen. A new, more unified, and much more problematic rebellion, calling themselves the Reborn. In addition, a plague is starting to sweep across the region, possibly a side effect of our technology. It is mutating human and Pokemon alike into feral, contagious beasts, losing any degree of intelligence, but gaining enhanced strength. These threats shall be terminated with utmost haste.
We are the monsters hiding in the shadows.
We are the curse that will strip the world of all light.
We are BLACKOUT.
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PROLOGUE
Darkness.
A force that has struck uncertainty, doubt, fear, into the heart of man since the beginning. But, what we have discovered, is that man does not fear the darkness itself. No, man fears what might grow from that darkness, what is concealed in the darkness, waiting for an opportune moment to strike.
We have perfected a device, a wonderful yet simultaneously horrible device, made to completely shatter the stability of any electrically powered piece of machinery. And, at this point in time, man has become far, far too dependent on their technology. They put too much trust in their devices, their flimsy securities, to have prepared for this kind of a calamity.
In an instant, once night had settled, all light fled from the region of Unova. As an ominous signal began sounding, akin to a slowed-down and lower-pitched siren, giant neon signs seemed to blink out of existence. The navigation systems of countless aircraft and naval vessels, as well as control towers and lighthouses, all powered down in the blink of an eye. People began, however slowly, noticing that power was not functioning.
Panic quickly settled in. All of the frantic attempts to regain power failed. Unprecedented numbers of airplanes were sent hurling into the ground, and an equally large number of ships were ran aground, all at once. We simply allowed the chaos to fester for a few days, before making our presence known. Out of the darkness we came, personifying ourselves as the darkspawn, the lurking creatures, the true reason for man's fear of the dark. In short time, we asserted our dominion, not only through technological superiority, but through psychological manipulation. We instilled the belief that we were everywhere, that we could strike at any moment, that we were always watching, through a string of what would be considered as horrendous killing sprees. But oftentimes, in order to guarantee the success of an empire, some things must be done.
Today, over four months after the beginning of our rule, our hold is still strong. We now have the entirety of Unova in the palm of our outstretched hand, and have made our base of headquarters at the Central Plaza of Castelia City. At this point, the region is surrounded by a shroud of darkness, plunging it into perpetual, pitch-black night. But, as of recently, new issues have arisen. A new, more unified, and much more problematic rebellion, calling themselves the Reborn. In addition, a plague is starting to sweep across the region, possibly a side effect of our technology. It is mutating human and Pokemon alike into feral, contagious beasts, losing any degree of intelligence, but gaining enhanced strength. These threats shall be terminated with utmost haste.
We are the monsters hiding in the shadows.
We are the curse that will strip the world of all light.
We are BLACKOUT.
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