Forum Event: The Perfect Plot

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Create your own plot as to why Perfect World has become so "Imperfect"!

• Of your own thoughts and in your own words, give Perfect World the plot it deserves! Be creative, wild, and funny. Please refrain from creating drama and sexual content for our younger player-base.

• The plot must consist of or more than five sentences, and there's no limit as to how much you type.

• If you're in a bind, ask yourself questions like:

- Why are there so many monsters in Perfect world?
- Why are people killing each other?
- Why don't characters eat?
- Why don't NPCs sleep or move?
- Where did those pesky bosses get all their items?

*The reward will be 2 Event Tokens, 40 Supply Tokens, and 150 Epic Coins. The event ends on Wednesday, July 3rd. THERE WILL BE THREE WINNERS.*

[eel stirfry]

Those Asians are at it again; Another game with out a plot? Maybe that's why we're all bored!

• Of your own thoughts and in your own words, give Perfect World the plot it deserves! Be creative, wild, and funny. Please refrain from sexual content for our younger player-base.

• The plot must consist of or more than five sentences, and there's no limit as to how much you type.

• If you're in a bind, ask yourself questions like:
- Why are there so many monsters in Perfect world?
- Why are people killing each other?
- Why don't characters eat?
- Why don't NPCs sleep or move?
- Where did those pesky bosses get all their items?

*The reward will be 2 Event Tokens, 40 Supply Tokens, and 150 Epic Coins. The event ends on Wednesday, July 3rd. THERE WILL BE THREE WINNERS.*

Off topic: You have no right to say that considering your avatar pic..

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Off topic: You have no right to say that considering your avatar pic..

Please stay on topic. 

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Please stay on topic. 

He is on topic.

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And Btw, PW has a plot.
n the beginning of time, the first God of the universe, Pan Gu, lived an immortal life. But with no subjects to lord over, Pan Gu grew tired of his solitary existence and decided to decompose his body into five elements-fire, metal, wood, earth, and water.
The foundation

With his divine power, Pan Gu forged these elements into air, land, mountains, rivers, seas, and plant life and laid the foundation for a new world. It was then that Pan Gu made his first attempt to fill this new world with life. From his shadow he formed the first sentient beings. These unnamed creatures were uncivilized, and before long, they began turning on one another and corrupting the world around them. Pan Gu saw that what he had created had become an Imperfect World, and moved quickly to rectify his mistake. He built a floating city known as Heaven's Tear, and placed within the city the few creatures that had yet to be corrupted. Then, with the power of water and wind, Pan Gu created a massive flood, which swept through the land and destroyed all life in its path.
Three Races

The world now cleansed, Pan Gu set about creating a new world, one filled with beings who were capable of Spiritual Cultivation. He created three races that possessed the traits he most treasured in himself. The Human race was born of Pan Gu's spirit, and demonstrated morality, honor, and an unlimited imagination. The race of the Untamed, born of Pan Gu's body, embodied freedom and peace, and possessed a unique connection with the natural order of the world. And the third race, the Winged Elves, were born of Pan Gu's own blood, and exemplified beauty, grace, and purity. Between the three races, the Perfect World was created.
Choose your alliance

The chief quality that Pan Gu gave all three races was free will. He vowed never again to eradicate an entire species, so all conflicts between the races were to be resolved amongst themselves. One such conflict arose between the Humans and Winged Elves when the two races discovered the city of Heaven's Tear. A war erupted as they fought for control of the great city, bringing out the worst in both races. The Untamed remained neutral, as they were content with living in harmony with the natural world. As the war intensified, and neither side relented, a new threat emerged.

The race that was thought to have been eradicated in the great flood returned in full force. These creatures were not quite living, but not quite dead, and thus came to be known as wraiths. The wraiths appeared to possess a singular objective: to destroy the other races and corrupt the beautiful world around them. Rumors swirled that the wraiths were capable of possessing other living things. Not much is known about the true nature of this evil, but one thing is clear. The three races Human, Untamed, and Winged Elf must set aside their differences and unite to preserve their way of life, halt the spread of corruption, and above all, protect the Perfect World.

Enter the Perfect World, choose your alliance, and join the adventure!

That was the plot for humans, untamed and elves.

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This is an event for the creative players of EPW to enter a unique plot for a chance to win a reward. Please stick to the topic, meaning compose your own plot and wait a week to see if you've won a prize. And, I'll state this in advance: this thread is not for debating whether or not Perfect World already had a plot.

But, thank you. I'll be sure to edit my original post.

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For you, Malon - the smexy chick, I'll create a plot which will shock (might not)/surprise (doubtful)/arouse (probably)/turn on (should)/amaze (not guaranteed)/stun (use anti-stun pills).
So I'm off to pornhub.com and redtube.com to look for inspiration.

[Sleep]

For you, Malon - the smexy chick, I'll create a plot which will shock (might not)/surprise (doubtful)/arouse (probably)/turn on (should)/amaze (not guaranteed)/stun (use anti-stun pills).
So I'm off to pornhub.com and redtube.com to look for inspiration.

I'm so ready.

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I'm so ready.

You better be.
Just don't tell me later I didn't warn you. At least bout the "turn on" part 

[Vindex]

I shall be first one then i guess.

Dark days, dark days they called them. The old ones. Ancient gods. Dark days when Wraiths came to this world.
They brought destruction, chaos, darkness, silence.. Noone could have expected such a rise of them, but they started appearing, all over the world.
It is unknown how they came to be, but there have been stories, stories such as, the Wraiths are the souls of lost warriors, still hanging on their life.
Still thirsting for blood and vengeance. Others say that the Wraiths are embodiment of all negative emotions harnessed through time. Noone can truly know.
But one thing is certain, they have changed life ever since their first appearance.
They created the Imperfect World we live in today. Small, cute rabbits became bloodthristy huge animals. Quiet calm turtles became human sized behemoths bent on killing.
The kingdoms have fallen, the heavens have burned down. None stood against such threat.
And then one day, in midst of final battle for survival of allied races of this world, a flash was seen.
Flash so strong it blinded everyone there ever was. And next day, when all races opened their eyes, they have seen, a calmer world.
Not so chaotic, not so disturbed, not so dark. A world where life is possible, but not all seemed right.
Noone ever grew hungry, noone ever had to sleep, even if there was night, noone truly felt pain, noone truly felt fear.
They got used to it in time, but some of us still wonder, how is that possible, what really happened?
Could it be that.. we are all blind, sleeping, and are living in single shared dream, of a world we all wanted to keep in our hearts.
A world, that is as close to perfect as it gets?

[SaltySupreme]

Here is my shot at a plot. :3


   Long before the existence of modern medicine, there was an unknown disease plaguing the Perfect World and turning them into disgusting looking creatures known as the wraiths. Just a touch could transmit the disease. Animals and certain plants were also effected but some of them were able to survive the virus, this is how mutations on certain creatures like the Sharptooth Wolfling and the Abnormal Cactopod came to be. Magic classes gathered together to discuss how the disease can be prevented or cured and one suggested an immunity spell. All of them began to work on an immunity spell, but it was not easy. The first draft was made in a year of work and it was constantly being revised to increase the effectiveness of the spell. After five torturous years the final draft of the spell was made and being casted on newborn children for protection. Much like the modern rabies vaccine, it has to be re-casted within a certain interval of time. Somebody did not get the immunity spell and he was infected, however his mental state was not effected. The man infected became the Warsoul Spirit. The infected still lurk the Perfect World and some moved into caves and dungeons. All magic classes gathered together the create a magical seal on the entrances, locking them in. It was discovered that the seal on the instances full of the weakest creatures was weak and some mobs inside escaped which is why some elite mobs can be seen outside the FB 19 instances. The melee classes fought off the infected and protected the entrance to villages and cities. The efforts to stop the plague were in vain as those without access to the spell were infected. This brings about the time of an apocalypse. Wraith creatures can be seen everywhere outside of villages and cities. Some magic users stopped researching a cure and left to aid melee classes in battle. Not everybody was on each other's side and homicides were seen. Clerics are responsible for making sure the uninfected deceased are revived. Along with the infected hunting everyone down, some decided to kill others just for sport. It exhausted the Clerics and they decided to create a resurrection zone, now known as the safe zones. Uninfected bodies teleport to the safe zone nearest to them if they are not carrying a resurrection scroll. It is a hellish time full of serial murderers and the wraith infection. The character that you play is alive during this time and you have a choice to make. Either fight off the infected or kill others in cold blood. Some do both, farming materials swallowed by the strongest wraiths to create powerful armors and weapons then use the powerful gears to kill others. Groups of people came forth and brought factions to this world. Some are allied with others and some hate each other. This hatred increased the killings but also increased survival. Because of this, some have no faction. Others are traitors to their own faction and are killed over and over by the people they used to call friends. So, which path do you choose? Wraith killer? Or a killer of other survivors? Loyal to your faction? Or live factionless?

( I've always assumed that our toons eat and sleep while we are offline. XD )

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Those were extremely creative!

[lloyd0000]

Here is my shot at a plot. :3


   Long before the existence of modern medicine, there was an unknown disease plaguing the Perfect World and turning them into disgusting looking creatures known as the wraiths. Just a touch could transmit the disease. Animals and certain plants were also effected but some of them were able to survive the virus, this is how mutations on certain creatures like the Sharptooth Wolfling and the Abnormal Cactopod came to be. Magic classes gathered together to discuss how the disease can be prevented or cured and one suggested an immunity spell. All of them began to work on an immunity spell, but it was not easy. The first draft was made in a year of work and it was constantly being revised to increase the effectiveness of the spell. After five torturous years the final draft of the spell was made and being casted on newborn children for protection. Much like the modern rabies vaccine, it has to be re-casted within a certain interval of time. Somebody did not get the immunity spell and he was infected, however his mental state was not effected. The man infected became the Warsoul Spirit. The infected still lurk the Perfect World and some moved into caves and dungeons. All magic classes gathered together the create a magical seal on the entrances, locking them in. It was discovered that the seal on the instances full of the weakest creatures was weak and some mobs inside escaped which is why some elite mobs can be seen outside the FB 19 instances. The melee classes fought off the infected and protected the entrance to villages and cities. The efforts to stop the plague were in vain as those without access to the spell were infected. This brings about the time of an apocalypse. Wraith creatures can be seen everywhere outside of villages and cities. Some magic users stopped researching a cure and left to aid melee classes in battle. Not everybody was on each other's side and homicides were seen. Clerics are responsible for making sure the uninfected deceased are revived. Along with the infected hunting everyone down, some decided to kill others just for sport. It exhausted the Clerics and they decided to create a resurrection zone, now known as the safe zones. Uninfected bodies teleport to the safe zone nearest to them if they are not carrying a resurrection scroll. It is a hellish time full of serial murderers and the wraith infection. The character that you play is alive during this time and you have a choice to make. Either fight off the infected or kill others in cold blood. Some do both, farming materials swallowed by the strongest wraiths to create powerful armors and weapons then use the powerful gears to kill others. Groups of people came forth and brought factions to this world. Some are allied with others and some hate each other. This hatred increased the killings but also increased survival. Because of this, some have no faction. Others are traitors to their own faction and are killed over and over by the people they used to call friends. So, which path do you choose? Wraith killer? Or a killer of other survivors? Loyal to your faction? Or live factionless?

( I've always assumed that our toons eat and sleep while we are offline. XD )

thats a creative story right there

[eel stirfry]

Long, long ago,
The world was a terrible place, full of ashes and ruin.
Carnage, the god of Destruction-he streaked throughout this world, wreaking havoc and cackling as he watched the inhabitants suffer.
As the blood and filth built up, the people and creatures attempted to escape the terrible world. However, this had been predicted by Carnage and the world had no exit. Once a creature entered, there would be no escape. Not now, not ever.
There, Death had no rule over the inhabitants. Instead, there was pain, misery, torture, and madness.
The chain of slaughter would continue, for endless eons, for the inhabitants had no way to escape the wrath of Carnage. Over and over again, they would be killed, tortured, or driven to madness..but once they died, they would revive once more to continue the cycle.
But one day, Carnage set upon the world a demonic flame. This flame incinerated the world, and caused the inhabitants great pain. They would be burnt alive, only to revive and die once more. It gave Carnage great satisfaction, as he watched the lowly inhabitants repeatedly burning.
The smoke from the fires would rise up, high into the air, only to be quenched by wind or rain. But it slowly built up, and gradually, gradually, it passed through the wind and the rain, to reach the heavens.
The great god, the Creator, saw the smoke. The world that Carnage had created had not been visible to him before, but as the smoke rose, he saw what was happening in the world.
The Creator was outraged at the harm being done in the world that Carnage had created, in the cruelty, the misery, the horribleness of it all. At once, he decided to create another world, a more perfect, wonderful place for the people and creatures to live in. There, they could pursue their dreams, and find true happiness, he believed.
The Creator began to make a beautiful, perfect world. Upon this world, he placed the most scenic of places-lush, green trees, beautifully crafted cities, snowy plains with frost-covered trees, and warm green valleys, where cherry blossoms would bloom.



As he finished, he created an entrance to his world, from the other one-an entrance into this utterly beautiful, perfect, and even epic world.
The inhabitants from the world full of chaos streamed into this new world, hoping for a bright future. And in this new world, they had one, and they could live happily and cheerfully without worry.
...
However, Carnage, who had not been there while his world's inhabitants had left, returned, and viewed the desolate wasteland. The filth and blood, and the stench of mud and death were still there-but his wonderful, entertaining inhabitants who would repeatedly die were not there.
He discovered the entrance, the glowing, magical portal to the Creator's world.

It shone, with all it's brilliance, in his terrible world, and it made him feel horrible, indeed. Carnage vowed his revenge, swearing that the Creator had not defeated him yet.
He traveled to the depths of hell, and the underworld, and from the deep, dark pits of Tartarus, he brought back an unholy sprite. With it, he created abominations-parasites, viruses, and diseases-that would infect his previous inhabitants, and bring ruin to their new, perfect world.
Carnage released those filthy parasites, viruses and diseases-inside the perfect, beautiful world. They rapidly began to spread, infecting animals and turning them hideous monsters.
The humans took shelter, in the cities, huddling among themselves and preventing the spread of the terrible infections outside of the cities-that, for some reason, would not enter the cities.
They began to develop their own technologies, so that they could combat the evil of the infections and the monstrous horde that it had created.
As they did so, they attracted the attention of the Creator, who saw them trying to desperately defend themselves. From the heavens, he sent down powerful weapons, and armour, for the humans to clad themselves in. He also sent down holy powers, that could be used to purify the monsters and make them recover their original forms. The Creator of the world made it so that if the people were to go on various quests, or complete missions, they would receive gracious rewards from him that would help them survive-for he did not wish for them to become reliant on him.
At first, the humans happily received the gifts, and they followed his wishes by purifying the monsters. They were not infected, as the powers and the armour kept out the diseases and parasites. If they were to die, they could revive, to live again and again.
However, over time, the humans became greedy and began to horde the rewards. They created groups, called "Factions", and some shared their gifts within those factions and with their friends. Others kept to themselves, and stashed away whatever they recieved.
Eventually, the humans also became lazy. Although the powers were holy, and could purify the monsters, they could also destroy the monsters-the powers could kill them, or hurt them very badly.
Many decided to pick up their arms, and their armour, and to slay the monsters-so that they would be gone and would not get contaminated again. Over time, they eventually stopped purifying them (except for in rare cases), and merely slayed them-even though they had found that the monsters would regenerate from their rotting remains.
Many of the humans begane to eventually form different, larger groups. Each group evolved to have its own characteristics, and special traits. These groups were, at first, the Elves, the Humans, and the Untamed. Soon, two groups that had not evolved yet became the Tideborns and the Earthguards.
Though there was some friendship between the newly evolved races, they were mostly at war with each other. Different types of armour were changed, so that only some of the races could wear them. They began to figure out how to forge new weapons and equipment from materials, which they could gather from slaying monsters, as well as making objects that they could use to fly-which they called flyers. They tamed many wild monsters with, at times, cruel tactics, and made the monsters carry them to their destinations. The society of this world progressed much, as the streets became paved and many more people became civilized.
However, the races were not yet satisfied with their development, and each race split into two classes-so that they could do multiple things in a single race. With these new classes, the races waged war against one another, and bloody battles commenced to gain control. They forgot about the past, when they or many of the people that they knew would experience brutal pain on the world that Carnage had created.
Eventually, as the wars died down and they formed alliances, the individual peoples began to be more aggressive and have bigger goals. Many aimed to be one of the most powerful people on their world, and tried their hardest to do so-mowing down others in a bloody bath, in their quest to reach the top.
Now, the once perfect world has been ruined with much despair. However, there is still light at the end of the tunnel. The inhabitants have experienced hardships, and pain, and misery, but now, they may choose how they live.
So, will you join them? Your future lies within yourself, and no-one else may dictate it. Think wisely, for if you choose a dark, lonely path, you may never see the light again.

~END

[Tjeumans]

Once, there was a community of brilliant young people who decided to make the world a better place. They saw how there were games people could play but they were mostly about war and slaughter. They thought they could make a better place, a Perfect World, full of beauty and love.

They started their creative process and made some beautiful places. Their pride and joy was  Sanctuary, a lovely little town surrounded by fragrant blossoms. They played in the little pond outside the town, rejoicing in the bunnies and the walking flowers they had created. They had rowing boat races in the canal and spent a happy week. And then, boredom began to strike. Swimming, rowing, having fun is all very nice but not forever. Fortunately, distractions came although from an unexpected side.

The servants they had created in the town rioted and demanded to be able to join in the fun too. They had their houses and businesses but were basically on call 24/7 and demanded time off. The bunnies insisted on having swim wear created for them. The soldiers surrounding the town to protect the creators against any imaginable danger began to complain as well. There were no dangers for them so they were bored as well and besides, the creators were so busy having fun that they forgot to maintain their guardians who kept losing limbs. The walking flowers did not get manure or other care and were angry as well.
The creators tried to calm down their riotous creations at first but those were having none of it. They went on strike and demanded fun for them, too. Some creators, in an act of good will started creating swim wear but were laughed at by the bunnies: seriously, jaguar print bikinis for bunnies? Were they in their right minds? The creators feebly objected that they were not exactly fashion designers, and came up with more fashion only to be mocked at for their fail attempts.

Then a new problem arose. The horses that roamed free on the plains in the north also got bored and demanded more attention. ‘We are here to be ridden, to have races, to be man’s friends and servants and instead, we are left to our own devices, dealing with the cold winds from the north’. The creators saw no other solution but to root their servants in town to their spots and went off to pacify the horses, only to find out they were too late. The horses, who had stumbled on a bug left by the creators, had transformed into aggressive, poison-spewing mockeries of noble steeds. Some of them, looking for a warmer climate, had moved to an area the creators had not yet touched, a muddy foul place with bad vibes. They proclaimed the swamps to be a free zone now and roamed there, attracting all dissatisfied beings around them.

The creators, having failed, returned to Sanctuary only to find that the guardians had now privatized their own maintenance, but the way things go with privatizations, the firm to do the maintenance charged high prices and did a lousy job so the guardians kept having to pick up their limbs. In anger, they turned against their creators who now were confined to the town and the pond. Or…not even that. The bunnies, fed up with incompetent designers, dyed themselves pink which the angered and anchored seamstress had given them and turned on their creators. Swimming in the pond was at your own risk now as the bunnies and the walking flowers had developed dangerous attacks on the desperate developers.

In other parts of the world, certain very strong mutated creatures stood up, called themselves bosses, and started amassing weapons, armours, wealth and even managed to ‘ improve’  themselves with deadly skills and long lives. Some of them hid in caves to lure and defeat the innocent. On the plains, an mutated Adalwolf and a giant Harpy ruled. With all that, very few of their creations remained the loving, obedient creatures as they were intend. Only some dogs, cats, chickens and horses stayed the same, all others mutated into more or less aggressive beings.
Locked up in a town with angry servants, the creators got angry themselves. Failing to see that this was their own fault, they swore a bitter revenge on their creations. ‘ We will create players’  they told their world. The players will be here with one purpose: to kill all of you disobedient and ungrateful creatures. They will not have to eat, they will not have to sleep, all they will have to do is kill you and get rewarded for it.

And so they did. They gave players access to their Perfect World, giving them a choice of killer characters. In their arrogance, still very much present in them despite their failure, they overlooked the fact that if you invite killers, they will not be the kindest people. So the players did, in part, do what the creators wanted them to do. They killed the disobedient created and mutated ones, now referred to as ‘ mobs’  and ‘ wraiths’  by the creators. But with them too, boredom struck. Without any toilets, MacDonalds or other fine dining, cinemas, gyms and other forms of relaxation, not even having showers at their disposal to wash of the blood after a long day of fighting, the players turned onto each other, abusing the power to be heard all over the world to shout insults at each other.
Others looked for mates and/or sex, only to find out that this Perfect World had nothing to offer to couples except a marriage quest hat required….yes, more killing.

The creators, regarding their utter failure, tried to do what they could to pacify the players by developing better equipment and more fashion, nice mounts and great flying gears, but it was too little, too late. Players fought mobs, mobs fought players and players fought players. In dismay, the creators turned themselves into statues, which can be found all over the map now, a sad reminder how arrogance and lack of care can lead to something completely different from the Perfect World they had in mind.