Riezel
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Summary: The world has been ravaged by nuclear war. A strike by Korea to northern Washington state has been slowly poisoning the country with its fallout. There are no working electronics and most of the survivors live in the ruins of their once great cities. An unspoken gloom hangs over every city with the knowledge that one day, the radioactivity will reach and kill them. It is rumored that somewhere on the Far East coast society remains untouched by the fallout of the bombing and people are being shipped out to the few distant countries that are yet unaffected by the radiation. Rumors fly about horrifying things and places that you'll encounter on the way to the coast. Rumors of cannibals and murderous bands of scavengers.
When? Modern day
Where? Post apocalyptic city in Nevada
Why is it like that? Nuclear fallout in Washington State moving over the rest of the country
How supernatural? Toe the line. No voodoo magic but cunning cannibals and slightly increased speed and strength
A few rules:
1.) If you can make a one liner that responds to what has happened AND give something to respond to then more power to ya but don't make a habit of it.
2.) Not really a rule but my personal preference is that you write in First Person (eg.I shot the cannibal so it didn't eat my face.)
3.) No godmodding.
4.) If you want to quit that's fine but write yourself out and PM me so I know.
Side note: I may not be able to get on more than 2-3 times a week and sometimes less so the goal is to keep this rp mostly self sufficient so that if I have to bail you guys don't have to suffer.
The sun rises over the horizon, a new day has begun. The sun shining in my eyes wakes me up and I stretch out. Another day in the crap shoot. I rub the sleep from my eyes and roll up my makeshift 'bed', which is really just a yoga mat, and store it away. Silently, I pad across the rubble covered wooden floor of the house I currently call home. The walls are mostly caved save for a few rooms and in some places pictures can still be seen, hanging forlornly from their nails. The sound of fire brings me outside to where mom is bent over a trashcan, coaxing flames from a small tinder. She has long blond hair that falls almost to her elbow when she's too busy to cut it. Her warm blue eyes could calm any crying child into silence in the still of the night. She was the closest most kids in the neighborhood had to a 'mother'. Dad was nowhere in sight but that was normal for him. In the early mornings he crept out into the barren desert to hunt. Armed with only wire for traps and a fire poker he used as a spear, on good days he brought back two or three rabbits. Today it looked like we wouldn't be so lucky.
When? Modern day
Where? Post apocalyptic city in Nevada
Why is it like that? Nuclear fallout in Washington State moving over the rest of the country
How supernatural? Toe the line. No voodoo magic but cunning cannibals and slightly increased speed and strength
A few rules:
1.) If you can make a one liner that responds to what has happened AND give something to respond to then more power to ya but don't make a habit of it.
2.) Not really a rule but my personal preference is that you write in First Person (eg.I shot the cannibal so it didn't eat my face.)
3.) No godmodding.
4.) If you want to quit that's fine but write yourself out and PM me so I know.
Side note: I may not be able to get on more than 2-3 times a week and sometimes less so the goal is to keep this rp mostly self sufficient so that if I have to bail you guys don't have to suffer.
The sun rises over the horizon, a new day has begun. The sun shining in my eyes wakes me up and I stretch out. Another day in the crap shoot. I rub the sleep from my eyes and roll up my makeshift 'bed', which is really just a yoga mat, and store it away. Silently, I pad across the rubble covered wooden floor of the house I currently call home. The walls are mostly caved save for a few rooms and in some places pictures can still be seen, hanging forlornly from their nails. The sound of fire brings me outside to where mom is bent over a trashcan, coaxing flames from a small tinder. She has long blond hair that falls almost to her elbow when she's too busy to cut it. Her warm blue eyes could calm any crying child into silence in the still of the night. She was the closest most kids in the neighborhood had to a 'mother'. Dad was nowhere in sight but that was normal for him. In the early mornings he crept out into the barren desert to hunt. Armed with only wire for traps and a fire poker he used as a spear, on good days he brought back two or three rabbits. Today it looked like we wouldn't be so lucky.
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