OoC: Approved people thus far: Chadwyck, Sem, Aura and Rain. I'm limiting it to one more open spot, as that would make five and that's a good number. So yea, want to join? PM me, kthx ^^
BiC:
Nuclear Holocaust.
It was the year 2037, and Armageddon came and went in the form of falling bombs, but humanity remained. The prophecies that stated that it would be the end of the world were wrong, it didn't end. As for the human race, it lingers on, but barely. Now it is the year 2199, about to begin a new century, and mankind lives in scattered ruins that were once great cities that held thousands of people, now they house a few hundred weak and hungry people.
Many people try to make the best of this existence, but when days are spent scavenging for food and nights are filled with an even more unspeakable horror, how could anything good come out of it?
The bodies that were lost in the explosions, the ones who weren't lucky enough to make it into a shelter, they didn't stay dead. The corpses that were exposed to radiation were reanimated, in the form of cannibalistic mutants: zombies. When the warning bells toll, the only way to survive is to run, run as fast as you can. Do anything to survive. Because in Apocalyptia, the name given to the world that remained after the bombs fell, survival is the only law.
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Tragedy sat outside of the saloon, the sun high above in the sky beating down upon him. Tragedy, the name that had been given to him by the people who had taken him in, the only people who had kindness enough in their hearts to save the poor crying infant and raise him after his parents were murdered in a mutant attack, he had lived with the couple who had saved him for many years.
What happened to his parents was a true tragedy which is why they had given him the name in the first place. When he turned 19, he took his hunting rifle on his back and the beaten, dirty leather jacket that had been worn in to the point of falling apart, his only two possessions, with him and began wandering the wasteland that was the Former United States. Not that countries mattered any more, the remaining humanity had no use for borders or governments.
There were only cities, or rather towns, more like campsites when compared to the cities of centuries past. Outside of the cities was the wasteland that stretched across continents and the dangerous creatures roaming it. Creatures that had a craving for flesh.
Tragedy looked around the small, barricaded town 208, named after the number of people who lived there at the time of its founding. Terrified faces appeared at all the doors as the caravan moved toward the gate to the town, another trip to scavenge for supplies. The leader approached Tragedy, "Hey there, new kid!" He called as he tossed a bag of ammunition to Tragedy, "Pack up, it's time to earn your keep!"
Tragedy looked at the man from behind his long black hair that covered his mint green eyes that seemed to glow. He was wearing his leather jacket, beat up leather boots, torn blue jeans that were more black and brown from the dirt, fingerless gloves, and a faded black fedora hat. He stood and slung the pack over his shoulder and loaded a few rounds into his rifle. "Very well," He said very calmly and evenly, his voice didn't match his rugged appearance, it sounded velvety but intimidating at the same time.
"You ain't even gonna put up a fight?" The man asked, slightly confused.
"No, should I?"
"Well, no, but most fella's do anyway." The man said as Tragedy walked past him.
Tragedy approached the caravan and looked around at the other men and women who had been selected to join the scavenging party today, most of them looked like they had never before faced the terrors of the wasteland, then again looks could be deceiving...
OoC: Okies, here's the newest idea that I came up with, hopefully it is more successful than Clockwork Tragedy xP. Anyway, if you would like to join all you have to do is ask and if there isn't already an ungodly amount of people who have joined then you pretty much have a spot. It's a survival RP. Oh, and the first few posts should be introductory posts and then we can get the scavenging party started.
NOTE: science is still pretty advanced, technology is just made out of parts that weren't destroyed by the bombs. Just because Armageddon came and went doesn't mean it took intelligence with it xP
BiC:
Nuclear Holocaust.
It was the year 2037, and Armageddon came and went in the form of falling bombs, but humanity remained. The prophecies that stated that it would be the end of the world were wrong, it didn't end. As for the human race, it lingers on, but barely. Now it is the year 2199, about to begin a new century, and mankind lives in scattered ruins that were once great cities that held thousands of people, now they house a few hundred weak and hungry people.
Many people try to make the best of this existence, but when days are spent scavenging for food and nights are filled with an even more unspeakable horror, how could anything good come out of it?
The bodies that were lost in the explosions, the ones who weren't lucky enough to make it into a shelter, they didn't stay dead. The corpses that were exposed to radiation were reanimated, in the form of cannibalistic mutants: zombies. When the warning bells toll, the only way to survive is to run, run as fast as you can. Do anything to survive. Because in Apocalyptia, the name given to the world that remained after the bombs fell, survival is the only law.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Tragedy sat outside of the saloon, the sun high above in the sky beating down upon him. Tragedy, the name that had been given to him by the people who had taken him in, the only people who had kindness enough in their hearts to save the poor crying infant and raise him after his parents were murdered in a mutant attack, he had lived with the couple who had saved him for many years.
What happened to his parents was a true tragedy which is why they had given him the name in the first place. When he turned 19, he took his hunting rifle on his back and the beaten, dirty leather jacket that had been worn in to the point of falling apart, his only two possessions, with him and began wandering the wasteland that was the Former United States. Not that countries mattered any more, the remaining humanity had no use for borders or governments.
There were only cities, or rather towns, more like campsites when compared to the cities of centuries past. Outside of the cities was the wasteland that stretched across continents and the dangerous creatures roaming it. Creatures that had a craving for flesh.
Tragedy looked around the small, barricaded town 208, named after the number of people who lived there at the time of its founding. Terrified faces appeared at all the doors as the caravan moved toward the gate to the town, another trip to scavenge for supplies. The leader approached Tragedy, "Hey there, new kid!" He called as he tossed a bag of ammunition to Tragedy, "Pack up, it's time to earn your keep!"
Tragedy looked at the man from behind his long black hair that covered his mint green eyes that seemed to glow. He was wearing his leather jacket, beat up leather boots, torn blue jeans that were more black and brown from the dirt, fingerless gloves, and a faded black fedora hat. He stood and slung the pack over his shoulder and loaded a few rounds into his rifle. "Very well," He said very calmly and evenly, his voice didn't match his rugged appearance, it sounded velvety but intimidating at the same time.
"You ain't even gonna put up a fight?" The man asked, slightly confused.
"No, should I?"
"Well, no, but most fella's do anyway." The man said as Tragedy walked past him.
Tragedy approached the caravan and looked around at the other men and women who had been selected to join the scavenging party today, most of them looked like they had never before faced the terrors of the wasteland, then again looks could be deceiving...
OoC: Okies, here's the newest idea that I came up with, hopefully it is more successful than Clockwork Tragedy xP. Anyway, if you would like to join all you have to do is ask and if there isn't already an ungodly amount of people who have joined then you pretty much have a spot. It's a survival RP. Oh, and the first few posts should be introductory posts and then we can get the scavenging party started.
NOTE: science is still pretty advanced, technology is just made out of parts that weren't destroyed by the bombs. Just because Armageddon came and went doesn't mean it took intelligence with it xP