Realistic or Modern What if RPnation was a real nation?

[Alexandra95]

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Somewhere on Earth, 2014: After recent epidemics, your nation has been heavily affected and most of the population has been killed. What is left is a nation without a solid government, no infrastructure and in dire need of workers. As a survivor, your chance to take control and build up the nation again is here. However, you are not alone--you will need to find a way to work with the other survivors, as they will have the same desires as you. In a nation without proper control, you need to establish your role in the society and work together to build up the nation you want it to be; or fight your way to seize all power for yourself.

 

[Alexandra95]

The sun was shining. A beautiful day, Alexandra found herself sweating as she was working in her manufacturing plant of weaponry. There was something about building weapons she just loved, what it was she didn't know, but it kept her occupied for the time being. She took a brief look over the nearby wall, being filled with racks of everything from heavy to light rifles, to pistols and shotguns. It truly was a sight to see. Her extreme arsenal would someday secure her and the nation's future, she was thinking to herself.


Somewhere along the wall was a window, letting sun rays shine through. Outside was a world waiting to be conquered. Alexandra knew she had to find dealers and customers for anything of her work to pay off, and as she took a short break from her work, wiping her sweat off her forehead, she looked through the window and out to the world.

 

[Oberons Veil]

"We need weapons, we need machines of war!" said one of the Rebel Leaders. Lucien was hosting a meeting of over a dozen high ranking Rebel factions' leaders at his estate in the mountains. They had come on his request. They didn't know his name or his family, they simply knew Lucien as "The Nightingale." And that is exactly how he wanted it to stay. "I know, weapons are essential but so is diplomacy, we need to reach an agreement here, and now. Many people need this government to be toppled. We are here to do just that." Lucien said. The group of leaders all nodded in agreement. "I can secure the weapons, I just need to figure out from who to purchase them. For now my estate will serve as our headquarters. It is safe, there are advanced electronics here and we are secure. Now go and bring your forces here, have them swear loyalty upon the Altar of Victory and join together for the common goal." With a flick of his wrist they all departed. Some were disgruntled but they would all do as he commanded. He was not the leader of this unified group but he was by far the most influential member. He walked over to his desk and sat down. In came his aid Valerie.


"Sir, I have compiled a list of potential weapons manufacturers and highlighted a list that I believe would be best suited for the task. Further more I have placed a mark next to the ones that you could personally meet with in the coming weeks if you so chose." He nodded and thanked Valerie for her services. She had been a friend of his since they were little. Her parent's just like Lucien's had been killed in the plague outbreak and the subsequent chaos afterwards. He just mulled over the list, thinking of what to do...

 

[Alexandra95]

The time had come for Alexandra's weekly trip to the city. As her manufacturing plant was located a bit away from the remains of the city, she strolled slowly alone towards the city where she could get essential food and electrical supplies. Armed with a light carbine on her back and a sidearm, she was well-defended from any possible threats. She looked around herself, the environments as familiar as ever. From she was a little child she did errands for her dad, but back then she wasn't alone... she could meet people and see cars travel by as she walked along the road. Now it's all empty.


She'd gotten used to being alone. This had made her tougher. Eventually reaching the city, she reminded the local shop owners to redirect anyone looking for weapons to her. In return she was their loyal customer.


"None 'ave been lookin' for ya still, missy. No 'orries, I'll tell 'em. Here's yer stuff. Now off with ya, lassie."


Having stocked up on food and electrical supplies, she headed back to the manufacturing plant.

 

[Deadkool]

Leo walked about the library, grabbing what little gear he managed to accumulate. He stepped out of the private quarters he called his bedroom. He walked outside, carefully and checked the traps he'd built. He had caught a raccoon and a squirrel. He took comfort in knowing he wouldn't die if hunger tonight. Still, he couldn't live like this forever. Hopefully his smoke signal would go noticed soon.

 

[Alexandra95]

Alone, Alexandra found herself walking home with a rucksack and some bags full of food and various electrical devices and supplies. She looked up at the sky. The sky was clear and the sun was shining. Looking around her she noticed smoke coming from behind a hill. She didn't pay it much attention, as it wasn't uncommon for raiders to be near the capital, setting things on fire, or people and survivors making bonfires. She did wonder a bit why the smoke wasn't consistent but paid it little attention.


She continued to hustle on down the road.

 

[Oberons Veil]

Lucien moved throughout his family's estate. The building was intact, there was running electricity since solar panels and wind turbines had been installed some years ago. A portion of the property had been turned into farmland so as to allow for the growth of food. All things considered the Estate seemed more like a small town since the rebel forces had arrived and begun to set up camp. A makeshift wall was being built with a plant to eventually make a strong stone wall, but that would take a lot of time. The money that Lucien had wasn't worth anything here, because the Rebel Leaders had decided that to make things easier bartering would be implemented. He walked into his study and sat down at his desk. He continued to look through the list of weapons manufacturers that he could contact about setting up some kind of equipment deal. He had narrowed it down to three, and decided to go and meet with all three. The first was a couple hours from his estate inside the heart of the "Capital" considering that the government was really in shambles and practically powerless, this would be rather simple for him to do. Off he went, with guards and all.

 

[Alexandra95]

After around an hour of walking, Alexandra arrived at her weapons manufacturing plant.


The plant is located on a pretty big open space with different abandoned and destroyed industrial facilities and warehouses shattered around it. Some of the buildings are regrown with moss and grass covering them, clearly showing the age of some. If you wanted to you could probably repair many of them and get them operational, although not all machines would be repairable due to rust and lost parts. Near the site was a freight train terminal and a small dock, both unused but operational. Trains and boats were quietly parked, waiting for a use. Connected to the industrial area was a wide main road with forests and deserted residential areas on either side, surrounding it, leading to the center of Capital City. Nearby was a river connected to the industrial dock.


Her plant was located near the middle of the area, close to the freight terminal. On the wall was a big sign remaining from the factory's golden ages, reading "Fallen Weapons Co." in worn letters. The facility was of medium size, although most of it was unused and left empty. On the side near the entrance was a small building expansion housing the facility's office and living areas.


Alexandra dropped her bags on her kitchen bench. After walking all the way to the capital, she was glad to finally be able to rest a bit. She stored the food in her small fridge and sorted her electrical supplies elsewhere for future uses. She had some machines she had to fix, as well as the plant's local generator needing a check. For now, it was time to rest. She laid down on the couch standing in her office room, finding a blanket to put over herself. She yawned and closed her eyes.

 

[TurtleGod]

Nathan sneaked around, looking for parts. He sighed. If only he could find that part...! "Armenzrrg!" bleeped his robot. He hadn't completed it yet, and needed a voice box. It was currently using its parts and clanging them against each other to make noises. And, obviously, it was responding to his sigh. What a weird little robot. He briskly set off again, searching more vigorously now. After an hour or two, he held up the piece of wiring in his hand, honoring it. He then shoved it into his robot, and smiled. "Hello..." he said, waving his hand in front of it. "Good morning!" it said, waving a hand back. "I'll call you... Eeto?" Natahn asked. Well, it did sound weird, but how would the robot take it? "My name's Eeto!" it said, a pixelated smile forming on its face. Nathan smiled back.