Where were you when it happened. When everything finally collapsed. Many places existed so which one was yours. Where does you story start and end? A story needs an initial stage even if it only exists to be destroyed. It would still be a peaceful day afterall. Wherever you are. Maybe there's some kind of monster or a threat that you perceive as being a threat to others. Regardless, you'd continue your day to day routine, oblivious to the end. <spoiler>OOC: None of the ideas presented in this thread are my own thoughts or feelings. This is something of a final thing that's meant mostly for fun in the final moments of the site.</spoiler>

<i>In this world there are those who fight for power and those who simply submit to the fate of the cards. Large corporations now steer the future of the world itself with little to no hope for the common worker to rise above their role. However, opportunity has opened anew. Whoever you were before, you can leave it all behind as the academy excepts any with a clean record attached to their name. All it takes is giving up a treasured weapon and anyone could become what is know as a battler, the wielder of powerful artifacts called sequences. Of course, the details didn't matter, this was a chance to become someone, to become important. You'd find yourself standing outside an intimidating looking gate, before you was the campus for the academy responsible of training all future battler, the academy that you had just been accepted into. Which bring us to the question, who are you and what did you give up to come here? Name: Treasured Weapon: Misc:</i>

3 ... 2 ... 1 ... <i>After a moment of confusion the image of a farmhouse would come into view. A large countryside could be seen around it, almost seeming like a perfect image that someone might also see in an old movie. At first what was before you kight almost be a movie but as the world comes into focus you'd find yourself able to look around and examine your surroundings. You would be standing on a field full or freshly planted crops. Perhaps though, it was more accurate to say that you would be if you were still you. You have no role yet, you have no identity. Your previous role and identity has been removed. For the moment you are no one but that doesn't mean you will remain no one. What role will you play in this place? Decide quickly and appropriately or the decision will be made for you.</i>

<i>As was a custom, from time to time, a strange establishment sometimes appeared within the city of Tokyo. Nobody could exactly predict where it would next appear or for what reasons. As such, there were many rumors about such a place and what may happen to those who entered. Some say that those people would disappear only to come back after a while completely passed out. Other's say that what they saw inside was more beautiful than anything they had every seen. Only one fact was certain though...The establishment had excellent reviews on Yelp. Regardless, it has once again taken form within a random corner of a quiet street, this time in the form of a restaurant and Bar. &quot;Wings of Gold&quot; would be printed on a sign in golden text hanging over the establishment. Inside would be what one might expect from an establishment of its kind. Most of the furniture and decorations seemed to be a mix between golden and black. There were many empty tables within as well and a bar was also located near the back, being manned by an odd man with golden eyes and hair to match the building's interior decoration. Another man was sitting at the bar, simply drinking what seemed to be a colorless liquid he had been served. A sign at the front underneath a podium also would simply read &quot;Seat yourself.&quot; As if the staff just couldn't be troubled to guide people to their seats on such a calm night.</i>

<i>In a small neighborhood there would rest an old, small church with a steady stone structure. Many rumors would've spread about such a place that had been long since abandoned by the locals. Some believed it to now be haunted, filled with the ghosts of some ancient faith that had long since been forgotten. It would be on a average fall day however, when the rumors finally reached their peak. People had stated that they had seen odd cloaked figures outside the church and that at times anyone who got too close could hear an odd sort of noise coming from within. There were even rumors about how the souls of the dead could take on a physical form whenever they entered the church grounds. The truth...was hard to discern for there was only one way to truly discover what lay within such an ancient place of worship.</i>

<i>The building would look somewhat ordinary from the outside. The walls were made of an amber colored wood and light would surround a sign that simply read &quot;Wing of Gold Bar&quot;. The front entrance would be a simple set of glass doors with images of butterflies painted in gold around it. The interior would be mostly the same although much cozier than simply staying outside. The tables and chairs seemed to able be made of a similar wood but were decorated with golden cushions and cloth. Over at the counter was an older seeming man with golden eyes and hair. He seemed to simply be cleaning a glass as he waited for his first customers of the night.</i> Golden Man: &quot;Slow so far tonight. Wonder if Tsukiya scared them away somehow. Well, nothing one can do but wait.&quot; <i>The man would just calmly smile as if undisturbed by their lack of business. Rustling can be heard from behind the bar for a moment but the man would just continue washing cups.</i>

<i>The news channel would come on. Whatever you were watching before an emergency broadcast from the local news would begin playing.</i> Broadcaster: &quot;A special report just came in. All residents are advised to avoid any areas within 20 miles of the Suraimu mines. Evacuation is being recommended but not yet enforced. Reports suggest that a series of dangerous chemicals was released into the mines by a unnamed power company. There are also several reports of a group of teenagers entering the mines beforehand. The fate of the teenagers is as of yet unknown but what looks to be a group of armored special forces has been sighted outside the mines, presumably to try and rescue the group. More on this later on channe-&quot; <i>The report would be cut off, returning to whatever was on TV before. Whatever may have brought you there, regardless of seeing the broadcast or not, a strange group would be outside the Suraimu Mines. It would be an odd mix of professional looking soldiers in dark armor with a mix of blades and guns that almost looked mystic in nature and what seemed to be office clerks wearing colorful armor with weapons that simply looked like toys. Among them was an older looking man wearing a monocle. He was also holding a watch and seemed to be waiting for something.</i> <spoiler>OOC: This thread may involve characters dying if stupid decisions are made or if good decisions are made at the wrong time. Luckily, it's also non-canon to any other threads or anything so feel free to die to your heart's content.</spoiler>

I've dicovered you imposter! There's only room for one Persona around here!

<i>The cool evening air began to fill the city as day turned to night. The air was still...<span class="through">too still, it was maddening.</span> People would still be walking home from their respective jobs as the last few stores would begin closing. [s]Such mundane existences yet I still envy them.[s] It was no surprise that something would happen on such a calm day as fate couldn't help but schedule tragedy when all should be at peace. A figure stood on a beach by themselves. Their form was surrounded by obscurity as if their appearance was perpetually clouded by an unknown force. All that could be made out was a set of 5 wires that seemed to extend from each of their arms and two pale eyes that seemed to stare on forever. Today though, something seemed to light up in their eyes, a deep hunger that seemed to be almost bottomless. One wire would extend outward to the ocean and plug into the water despite its lack of a solid surface. It was almost as if rather than plugging into the water itself it was plugging into something surrounding it but it would be hard to determine what it was exactly. The ocean, starting from the beach, slowly began losing colour and form as it began hardening into a stone-like substance. It would be slow at first but it seemed as if this infection threatened to keep extending until it consumed the sea itself.</i>

EP stands for Eternal Pizza.