zara3447
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Background:
Let this ravaged Earth bear witness: ruin is the dominion of man.
They warned us all, those bug-eyed scientists, with their shrill and incessant omens of doom. The planet is warming faster now than ever before in recorded history. Sea levels are rising at an unprecedented rate. If we do not reverse it now, we will reach a catastrophic point from which we cannot return.
And those languid, laughing capitalists responded in turn: look at us. This is the golden age of humanity, of technology and progress! You can spread your fearmongering on someone else's dime, since you have so little regard for mine. Relax. We have time. Time for me to make one more million, one more billion, before the carbon axe comes down.
Far below the petty squabbles of governments and men, Mother Earth set a quiet, implacable deadline. With her smog-choked wheezes and wave-rattled heaves, she told us, here is how much time you and I have left, and nobody listened until that deadline was disappearing past the horizon at our backs. Abruptly, the survival of humanity became not a question of how long we could stay here, but rather how quickly we could leave.
It figured that only the extinction of the human race staring them in the face could force international cooperation. Nonetheless, nations did unite—too late, always too late—to form the International Space Evacuation Project. ISEP prompted the sharing of research on cryogenics, aerospace tech, hyperspace portals, and more. Jump routes were coordinated and charted for distant galaxies housing potentially habitable planets. Construction began on a thousand massive Ark Ships, and in preparation, millions of Cryosheds to house a diminished but nonetheless substantial global population. Putting every individual to cryosleep will take considerable time, scientists declared, so we must begin now. Cryopods can be loaded systematically onto the Ark Ships once construction completes.
Opposing voices were shut down, protesters silenced—we have made our governments too powerful to dissent against. And really, what other option exists but to submit, to throw your lot in with humanity's last collective, desperate gamble? The brightest scientific minds in the world have deemed this the only feasible option, the only way we all escape alive.
Hush, now. Close your eyes. Feel the slowing crawl of your heartbeat in your veins. Sink into the pervasive, leaden cold weighing down your unresponsive limbs. Everything will be alright when you wake.
You awaken, and something is wrong. These are the same four walls to which you closed your eyes, crystal-veined Cindarellas slipping into their centuries of sleep. The air tastes chilly and stale in your raw, reborn lungs, but something crisp laces the edges of it, a wild hint of greenery. Stride down the central walkway, roll open the aluminum paneled Cryoshed door, and step into a fairytale.
Step into a nightmare.
Gutted skyscrapers tilt together like drunken friends against the backdrop of a yellow-gray sky, vines and foliage bursting from their hollow windows and empty balconies. Everywhere in your field of vision, shades of forest, emerald, and moss green vie for dominance over dull flashes of concrete gray and rust orange. Nearby movement draws your eye: a flock of swallowtail butterflies take to the air, their wings a flurry of jewel-blue dapples and glinting amber eyes, too big and too vivid to seem wholly real. In their wake, the ivory-smooth curve of a fanged mandible peeks out from the long grass, its twisted, clean-picked spine half-hidden in a hungry tangle of vine. The air is not quiet so much as subtly humming, at a frequency your city-adjusted ears strain to make out. The rustle of greenery. The low buzz of insects in the undergrowth. The faraway, rhythmic pounding of the ocean, which at first you mistake for your own startled pulse in your ears.
Your subconscious has long since recognized a pattern that your conscious mind denies, overlaying this verdant, overgrown unreality with the artificial architectural bones you know lie beneath. A broken-down car squats at the edge of the road, the license plate barely legible, its background a six-starred rectangle of red on blue. Further down, a faded sign, letters glimpsed through moss and ivy gaps spelling out a terribly familiar street name. The towering outline of a bridge in the smoggy distance, cables sagging beneath the weight of clinging wilderness, its metal frame still proudly arched like a monument to a displaced time. These clues coalesce, almost unwillingly, into a series of terrible realizations.
The evacuation is long past. The planet is empty. You have been left behind.
Character Creation:
The opening act of this story takes place somewhere in fictionalized Australia. Like everywhere else in the world, as sea levels surged and major harbor cities like Sydney, Melbourne, and Brisbane were lost to the ocean, populations centralized to cities higher up in elevation. These new metropolises became short-lived but frenetically booming centers of tech and industry, as governments worked to build Ark Ships and Cryotech to get their populace off the dying planet. The original evacuation/end of the world shenanigans occurred sometime late in the 21st century, and the current date for our characters post-awakening is unknown.
There are no set roles for this RP, and no real limits for character histories. The only requirement is for you to make a character that would have ended up here, during the frantic scramble heralding the end of the world. They don't even need to be Australian; maybe your character's home country made it clear that evacuation would prioritize the billionaires and blue-bloods of the nation, or simply did not have the resources to join the ISEP and put together an Ark Ship. Maybe you came here to gamble on a country with more spaces and fewer bodies to fill them. Whatever the reason, here you are now: blinking freezing cryogel from sticky lashes, locking bewildered gazes across a dusty Cryoshed with those ill-fated bedfellows forsaken alongside you.
(With that whole "no limit on characters" thing being said, please exercise your judgement during character creation. The setting isn't exactly the safest and cheeriest, and conses will quence. I'm not going to pull DM blows if you're playing a child, for example. We must all be equally terrorized by the plot.)
I'm looking to run this for around eight players, and applications will be welcome until the application end date (whenever that may be, I'm envisioning this to be open for at least two weeks?) I'd prefer to have a decently diverse cast, character/personality/background wise, so I'll probably be waiting to extend official invites/acceptances until towards the end of the application period.
— CS application thread will be made if/when there is enough interest!
— One character per player, please
— Realistic faceclaims and/or written descriptions only
Rules:
This RP will likely include some rather dark/heavy/mature content, so please be 18+ to join.
Please be kind and respectful to all. Discriminatory, bigoted, or bullying behavior towards others will not be tolerated, and will result in immediate expulsion. This RP is LGBTQ+ friendly; all sexualities and genders are welcome. We are here to have fun as a collective, so please keep that in mind! Good vibes are important.
In terms of activity and posts, I expect a reasonable level of activity, so let's say at least 1 post per week, or thereabouts? Pacing will depend on what the group is comfortable with, ultimately. In addition, this is a semi-advanced to advanced RP, so while I won't be policing post length, please do give others enough content to respond to. Generally, around two to three good quality paragraphs is a solid rule of thumb.
Discord will be required for OOC. As for where the actual roleplay takes place (Discord vs RPN), we can decide as a group.
Please do not hesitate to PM me questions! I love answering them, and discussing all manner of lore/character things.
— Also, this is my first time running something on RPN! If I fuck up on something, please do point it out to me lol, and I will do my best to rectify it!
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Genres: post-apocalyptic, sci-fi, exploration, mystery, survival, horror
Status: 8/8 open
Then.
Let this ravaged Earth bear witness: ruin is the dominion of man.
They warned us all, those bug-eyed scientists, with their shrill and incessant omens of doom. The planet is warming faster now than ever before in recorded history. Sea levels are rising at an unprecedented rate. If we do not reverse it now, we will reach a catastrophic point from which we cannot return.
And those languid, laughing capitalists responded in turn: look at us. This is the golden age of humanity, of technology and progress! You can spread your fearmongering on someone else's dime, since you have so little regard for mine. Relax. We have time. Time for me to make one more million, one more billion, before the carbon axe comes down.
Far below the petty squabbles of governments and men, Mother Earth set a quiet, implacable deadline. With her smog-choked wheezes and wave-rattled heaves, she told us, here is how much time you and I have left, and nobody listened until that deadline was disappearing past the horizon at our backs. Abruptly, the survival of humanity became not a question of how long we could stay here, but rather how quickly we could leave.
It figured that only the extinction of the human race staring them in the face could force international cooperation. Nonetheless, nations did unite—too late, always too late—to form the International Space Evacuation Project. ISEP prompted the sharing of research on cryogenics, aerospace tech, hyperspace portals, and more. Jump routes were coordinated and charted for distant galaxies housing potentially habitable planets. Construction began on a thousand massive Ark Ships, and in preparation, millions of Cryosheds to house a diminished but nonetheless substantial global population. Putting every individual to cryosleep will take considerable time, scientists declared, so we must begin now. Cryopods can be loaded systematically onto the Ark Ships once construction completes.
Opposing voices were shut down, protesters silenced—we have made our governments too powerful to dissent against. And really, what other option exists but to submit, to throw your lot in with humanity's last collective, desperate gamble? The brightest scientific minds in the world have deemed this the only feasible option, the only way we all escape alive.
Hush, now. Close your eyes. Feel the slowing crawl of your heartbeat in your veins. Sink into the pervasive, leaden cold weighing down your unresponsive limbs. Everything will be alright when you wake.
Now.
You awaken, and something is wrong. These are the same four walls to which you closed your eyes, crystal-veined Cindarellas slipping into their centuries of sleep. The air tastes chilly and stale in your raw, reborn lungs, but something crisp laces the edges of it, a wild hint of greenery. Stride down the central walkway, roll open the aluminum paneled Cryoshed door, and step into a fairytale.
Step into a nightmare.
Gutted skyscrapers tilt together like drunken friends against the backdrop of a yellow-gray sky, vines and foliage bursting from their hollow windows and empty balconies. Everywhere in your field of vision, shades of forest, emerald, and moss green vie for dominance over dull flashes of concrete gray and rust orange. Nearby movement draws your eye: a flock of swallowtail butterflies take to the air, their wings a flurry of jewel-blue dapples and glinting amber eyes, too big and too vivid to seem wholly real. In their wake, the ivory-smooth curve of a fanged mandible peeks out from the long grass, its twisted, clean-picked spine half-hidden in a hungry tangle of vine. The air is not quiet so much as subtly humming, at a frequency your city-adjusted ears strain to make out. The rustle of greenery. The low buzz of insects in the undergrowth. The faraway, rhythmic pounding of the ocean, which at first you mistake for your own startled pulse in your ears.
Your subconscious has long since recognized a pattern that your conscious mind denies, overlaying this verdant, overgrown unreality with the artificial architectural bones you know lie beneath. A broken-down car squats at the edge of the road, the license plate barely legible, its background a six-starred rectangle of red on blue. Further down, a faded sign, letters glimpsed through moss and ivy gaps spelling out a terribly familiar street name. The towering outline of a bridge in the smoggy distance, cables sagging beneath the weight of clinging wilderness, its metal frame still proudly arched like a monument to a displaced time. These clues coalesce, almost unwillingly, into a series of terrible realizations.
The evacuation is long past. The planet is empty. You have been left behind.
· · ─────── · · ─────── · ·
Character Creation:
The opening act of this story takes place somewhere in fictionalized Australia. Like everywhere else in the world, as sea levels surged and major harbor cities like Sydney, Melbourne, and Brisbane were lost to the ocean, populations centralized to cities higher up in elevation. These new metropolises became short-lived but frenetically booming centers of tech and industry, as governments worked to build Ark Ships and Cryotech to get their populace off the dying planet. The original evacuation/end of the world shenanigans occurred sometime late in the 21st century, and the current date for our characters post-awakening is unknown.
There are no set roles for this RP, and no real limits for character histories. The only requirement is for you to make a character that would have ended up here, during the frantic scramble heralding the end of the world. They don't even need to be Australian; maybe your character's home country made it clear that evacuation would prioritize the billionaires and blue-bloods of the nation, or simply did not have the resources to join the ISEP and put together an Ark Ship. Maybe you came here to gamble on a country with more spaces and fewer bodies to fill them. Whatever the reason, here you are now: blinking freezing cryogel from sticky lashes, locking bewildered gazes across a dusty Cryoshed with those ill-fated bedfellows forsaken alongside you.
(With that whole "no limit on characters" thing being said, please exercise your judgement during character creation. The setting isn't exactly the safest and cheeriest, and conses will quence. I'm not going to pull DM blows if you're playing a child, for example. We must all be equally terrorized by the plot.)
I'm looking to run this for around eight players, and applications will be welcome until the application end date (whenever that may be, I'm envisioning this to be open for at least two weeks?) I'd prefer to have a decently diverse cast, character/personality/background wise, so I'll probably be waiting to extend official invites/acceptances until towards the end of the application period.
— CS application thread will be made if/when there is enough interest!
— One character per player, please
— Realistic faceclaims and/or written descriptions only
· · ─────── · · ─────── · ·
Rules:
This RP will likely include some rather dark/heavy/mature content, so please be 18+ to join.
Please be kind and respectful to all. Discriminatory, bigoted, or bullying behavior towards others will not be tolerated, and will result in immediate expulsion. This RP is LGBTQ+ friendly; all sexualities and genders are welcome. We are here to have fun as a collective, so please keep that in mind! Good vibes are important.
In terms of activity and posts, I expect a reasonable level of activity, so let's say at least 1 post per week, or thereabouts? Pacing will depend on what the group is comfortable with, ultimately. In addition, this is a semi-advanced to advanced RP, so while I won't be policing post length, please do give others enough content to respond to. Generally, around two to three good quality paragraphs is a solid rule of thumb.
Discord will be required for OOC. As for where the actual roleplay takes place (Discord vs RPN), we can decide as a group.
Please do not hesitate to PM me questions! I love answering them, and discussing all manner of lore/character things.
— Also, this is my first time running something on RPN! If I fuck up on something, please do point it out to me lol, and I will do my best to rectify it!
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Genres: post-apocalyptic, sci-fi, exploration, mystery, survival, horror
Status: 8/8 open
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