Ok, so you guys reading this will probably have an idea what this is about, since you probably read the description, or you might not have and just clicked randomly. If you are reading this, you are probably a Mass Effect fan, looking for a good story. If you enjoy Mass Effect and you enjoy writing, I have a proposition for you.
You've all read a few self inserts, hell, I do! However, there's always something missing. One character always fights evil, changing stuff and ends up saving the day. Always happens. But recently, I took part in a Red Vs Blue collaboration and I thought, "What if Mass Effect fans did that?" So this is what I'm offering.
I propose a collaboration between authors, where everyone writes their own chapters and everyone takes a character. Here is the basic idea: A group of 5 or 6 fanfic authors get pulled into the mass effect universe and ideas from their fics start to alter the world they thought they knew.
As you may have guessed, only a few people will actually get to be a Self Insert, but if you don't get in, you can apply for any other character: Shepard, Garrus, Liara etc.
I know there are some great Mass Effect FanFiction writers out there guys. Let's do this thing! Send me a PM if you're interested, or review this story, before heading on over to the new official forum.
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Welcome to the Mass Exodus! Good Luck writers! And here's the prologue!
Awakening
Space is vast. Filled with mysteries, both good and bad. Nebulae and black holes, planets and races, stars and systems. When the human race discovered the Mass Relays, all of space had opened up to them. But it hadn't. Not nearly all of space was open. Only a tiny part and that part was surrounded by the unknown, filled with both wonders and dangers.
Space is silent. There is no oxygen, no breathable atmosphere out in the cold, dark, silent region in which our story begins. There is nothing. No light from stars that should have been there, no sound from Mass Relays that have been destroyed. No life where there should be. Everything that should be there is gone. Something is very wrong here. Something bad, something dark, something that is beyond nightmares.
Space is patient. Something is out there. Something vast is stirring in the dark. Something ancient, before light and time and space and matter. Something that's intentions are unknown, something that will never be stopped, never halted, only delayed. Some would call it judgment day, others the apocalypse. Whatever it is, if it truly awakens, all of reality will never be safe. The Reapers are dormant, far away, but not too far from the galaxy of our tale. They wait, asleep in a way, waiting for the Vanguard to open the relays.
Then, the largest one stirs, and yellow eyes, huge and glowing evilly open, as the leader awakens for the first time for nearly fifty thousand years. It senses something odd within the galaxy it does not yet know. Something strange has arrived, something that should not be there. Something that could change anything. It is confused, something it has never felt. It knows that whatever this is, it has the ability to halt the cycle. A psychic message is sent through networks and circuitry to something on the outer edges of the reaper fleet, to a strangely shaped reaper. It makes no discernible movements or signs of life, but it is awake. It knows what it needs to do. Silently, it disengages and moves slowly forwards. A small halo of light appears around it, before shrinking to a speck and then nothing. The reaper has vanished. They yellow eyed one relaxes in content, before encouraging other stirring reapers back to sleep, as Harbinger becomes dormant once more.
Space is dormant. Something else out there feels the arrival. Something in the dark, unstoppable, dormant since before this universe began. It was asleep, but now it stirs. It begins to wake up. Soon, nothing will stop it. It will consume everything. Reality is doomed. Space was dormant.
Space is awake.