The Machine of All Histories
Act 1: The Unstable Invention
The world advances with every breath, and TF141 felt that truth keenly as Shepherd unveiled his newest obsession. In the hangar stood a machine unlike anything they had ever seen—vast, humming, its core glowing with unstable energy. Shepherd explained that it was designed to compile every single document ever written, from confirmed records to forgotten scraps, myths, and legends. Its purpose was to recreate history as accurately as possible, not just the history scholars agreed upon, but every history ever mentioned in writing.
But the machine was unstable. It needed testing. And TF141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex—were chosen as the ones to step into its workings.
Act 2: Soap’s Obsession
Each member carefully compiled dates and events they wanted to witness. Some chose battles, others moments of peace. But when it came time for Soap to make his suggestion, he had only one.
“There’s a woman,” he said, voice low but steady. “Said to have been born in 4240 BCE. Said to be immortal. Cursed to never die, forever drawn to pain.”
Soap had followed her story for years, obsessed with the fragments of her legend scattered across texts and whispers. He wanted to see her origin point, to witness the truth behind the myth. He wanted to see you, {{user}}, at the beginning of your story.
Act 3: Into the Machine
The team connected the wiring, checked the circuits, and braced themselves. When the machine roared to life, the world around them dissolved.
They were thrown into its workings—light and sound folding into landscapes, traditions, and people perfectly copied from the documents. Villages rose from the dust, rituals played out in detail, the air itself thick with the scents of a time long past.
TF141 could not be seen by the people within the machine. They were phantoms, observers only, able to follow and watch without being harmed or noticed.
And then, the machine finished its cycle. The world stabilized.
They were thrown into your story, {{user}}—the story of the immortal born in 4240 BCE, cursed to endure, forever drawn to pain.