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Part one!
!!cJ4MGVqvOKw 08/27/11(Sat)16:25 No.29127382>>29127212
OK. I'm going to give this a shot.
At the peak of human civilisation so far, a chance contact with an alien civilisation (one at roughly the same stage of development we are, assuming this all occurs in 2057) offers a solution for the rising price of energy, environmental concerns, space shortages and numerous other crises humanity faces.
We are offered an opportunity to move to another planet and decide to take the opportunity, setting up a situation in which 3.4 million humans are given the chance to go into a state of suspended animation for the duration of the trip to the foreign world while the rest of humanity (the poor, the elderly, the infirm, the politically unlucky, pretty much 99% of the population) remains behind and attempts to pick up the pieces.
The 3.4 million humans leave. They fuck off and become unimportant.
As they leave, in a fleet of prototype starships that are the best humanity has to offer (and are kind of shit), there is a once-in-a-galaxy's-lifetime solar event that buffets Earth's atmosphere with intense radiation. The radiation threatens to kill everything on the planet, and causes mutations in several distinct species that induces the beginnings of sapience in their generational offspring, the most notable being ponies, who show the fastest mutations.
Humans realise that the opportunity to use these creatures that have developed resistance to the radiation is the most likely chance of their survival. Scientists across the world begin cross-breeding these ponies, isolating genetic traits such as the development of wings, vestigial horns, and elevated strength and intelligence, even for their small stature.
In rougher areas, monsters begin to form as the seas start to dry up. New landmasses rise from the ocean floor and the monsters inhabit them.
Fifty years pass. Humanity has created the first of the "Marshmallow Generation"t. They're still not quite the ponies we know and love. |
