"For all the dreamers: Our planet's dream is not over yet..."

Welcome one and all to ChronoMUCK!

It is our intention to capture the flair and feel of the series as best we can in our limited format. ChronoMUCK is a text based RPG encompassing the worlds of Chrono Trigger and Chrono Cross in an elaborate mix letting the players create their own place in history. Because history is what it's all about; the flow of time and all the lives and creations it affects...

Our story begins where Chrono Trigger leaves off, now four years into the future. Chrono and Marle have wed, and the king of Guardia Kingdom has left on his daughter's wishes to broaden his horrizons of the world leaving the children in control of the kingdom's future. Meanwhile, accross the globe, the seeds of war have been sewn as a rebelious group of Mystics have joined forces with the militant forces of Porre on a potential strkie on Guardia Kingdom during it's time of prosperity.

The worlds of Trigger and Cross are always more than meets the eye, and so is this world we've created. Players can choose from any class of character their imagination can create as long as it fits into our theme. Beneath the woodwork we've worked on elaborate methods of introducing time travel and alternate worlds into the mix. Countless hours of study and work has gone, and continues to go, into our backstory keeping the initial world as close to the original as we can possibly keep it. The only changes are up to the players and where the RP takes them.

We invite anyone with a desire for good story telling, or great role playing to come and join us, whether it be as a heroic knight, villanous criminal, or just an average villager. Our staff is always eager to answer any questions and help with anything from character development to general questions about the setting and MUCKing in general. We sincerly hope that you'll consider joining us in our ever growing tribute to the greatest series of role playing games ever released by Square-Enix for, as you know, the black wind has once again begun to howl...

What was the start of all this?
When did the cogs of fate begin to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp that answer now,
From deep within the flow of time...

But for a certainty back then,
We loved so many, yet hated so much,
We hurt others and were hurt ourselves...

Yet even then, we ran like the wind,
Whilst our laughter echoed,
Under cerulean skies...