"Every e-mail you send, every message you post, every story you make public on the internet has an entire adventure behind it. We here at the Internet Delivery Service thrive to make your life easier by embarking on these adventures, so that your content may be viewed by the rest of the world, or only by the persons you want viewing it. Our fully trained messengers are only the best in the entire Internet, and we can guarantee that we'll have your content sent lightning fast, or you're just plain (this message was brought to you by the Internet Cleaning Centers - Cleaning your messes because we need the money)." - Sir Walton Cronenburg, 3 ABI From the minds that brought you The Altar of Naught: World of Oblivion and Batman: Legend of the Dark Knight comes an all new adventure of... wow, we just realized how lame this sounds. Apologies for the inconvenience, read on. [image=http://img300.imageshack.us/img300/8016/idsdy4.jpg] It is the year 17 After the Birth of the Internet (ABI). The Internet has thrived, mostly serving Earthlings, ever since the year 1990 on Earth. The reason for the Internet?s success can be summed up in three simple letters - IDS. The Internet Delivery Service was founded by Sir Walton Cronenburg on the day the Internet was born, which was the same day he was born. This service was used to transport content sent from one computer to the legendary ?World Wide Internet Database?, where the content could then be relayed to every single computer throughout the world. The IDS has continued its reign over the Internet for seventeen Earth years, and is consistently growing everyday. However, opposing forces rise to eliminate the service so that they can claim the Internet for their own. One of the most prominent enemies of the IDS is the sinister Count Spamalot, who wishes to take over the Internet to fulfill his dream of controlling the minds of all innocent bunny rabbits, so that he can make them eat more grass. Yes, he?s perfectly insane. But, all that aside, forget all the life threatening dangers, the simulated dinosaurs who pursue you so they can eat you alive. Forget the sinister carrot ninjas, who can destroy you with what they called their "1337 N!NJ@ skillz" (we don?t understand it either). Forget the malevolent forks, whose only purpose in life is to poke fun at you (pun intended, we are so clever). Just get out there and do your job. And leave the rest to Lunesta (no magic green butterflies were harmed during the writing of this unfunny introduction). [image=http://www.lqgroup.org.uk/data/images/originals/ovaljhowellmy-pictureswebpixold-surfer-183.jpg] (wonder what kind of e-mail he?s sending? she, sorry) Greetings, Internet surfer, and welcome to IDS: The Internet Service You Take For Granted (and yes, we do hold it against you, ungrateful Earthling). Basically, you?ll play a messenger for the IDS in this RPG. What you?ll be doing is taking e-mails, message board posts, etc. from the computer that is sending them, and delivering them to the World Wide Internet Database (WWID) in what seems to be a normal world, but is actually really, really, really, really, really small (it is the internet, after all). That?s it, that?s all you have to do. Oh, and there have been cases of obstacles like carrot ninjas and dark lords who wear high heels and lipstick and call themselves "Lord Gard" (unscramble that, petty Earthling!), but you needn?t worry. We have health benefits (terms and conditions apply). The GM (his name?s Reynar... something, whatever, he?s not important enough to remember anyway) will guide you along the journey from the sending computer to the WWID, and will control all NPCs (yes, even Lord Gard). *flips papers* And we think that?s about it. Just read through the rules, fill out the character sheet, and PM it to what?s-his-name for approval, and you?re all set to go. [image=http://www.yellodyno.com/graphics/internet_surfer.jpg] Rules! 1. Obey the TOS!