We all remember where we were when that day came, the day the world ended; of course it didn’t start there. It started in a small town in South Carolina, someone started acting strange. It wasn’t violent or drastic, they were just acting…off. But it soon started to spread; others began acting off, and eventually someone noticed. Soon it was discovered that it was an invasion, a race of beings, later we found out they were called warlocks, were trying to quietly destroy us, they wanted to take us over, and we don’t even know what they did with the people they replaced. The united states government wouldn’t have any of that, they quarantined the town and released an experimental bio-weapon in an attempt to wipe them out. Initially it seemed to be successful, but the bio-weapon proved to be a mistake when a horde of undead, flesh eating warlock zombies came crashing through the quarantine zone. Word quickly reached the U.N. about the quickly degrading situation in the states. They quickly authorized the use of nuclear weaponry to try to dissolve the situation. Little did they know that they hit, almost directly, an ancient magic seal that had kept the armies of hell from rising up for millennia. The sheer power of the bomb broke that seal. The situation quickly degraded from there, before we knew it, the demons burst from hell and we never stood a chance. Our governments were toppled, our armies destroyed, demons and zombies roamed the streets, the warlock mothership was shot out of the sky and despite their best efforts, they were stuck here with us. It soon became clear that we would not survive, soon we will be wiped out and there is nothing we can do, we are powerless. That was an excerpt from a book written two years ago when the chaos had just broken out. Now the situation was different, demons roamed the streets looking for any survivors, and zombies ran rampant looking for flesh to eat, but despite all this, there were survivors. At least that’s what you tell yourself, I mean if you survived surely others did right? You’ve been hiding in this little spot for two years now, you had stalked up plenty of supplies in hopes that humanity would overtake the threat, but this clearly never happened. Your supplies are running low now and you are left with only a few basic things and a sense of dread, if you are to survive you’ll need to leave your humble safe spot and venture out into the world. You gather your thoughts, you’ve got quite an adventure ahead of you. Due to the nature of this role play, there are several starter points, Please read the one that applies to your race: You are a human, for the last two years you have been in hiding, your supplies are running low and you must now go out in order to survive. You crack open the door to your safe house and take a peek around, there is no one around for now you are safe. You grab the pack containing the last of your supplies and step outside, you take a look at your surroundings and take a deep breath, you have a long adventure ahead of you. You are a cultist, you have been hiding in the hidden temple for the last two years. Someone approaches you and hands you a sealed scroll, you open it. It states that you have been chosen to go out into the world and help cull the demons. You feel a sense of dread, many people have been chosen for this, none have come back. You step out of the large oak doors and onto the front steps, you see the line of forest blocking the temple from the rest of the world and take a deep breath. You have a long adventure ahead of you. You are a zombie, you were wandering the world somewhere when you suddenly regained your consciousness. You know what you are, you don’t remember how you became a zombie or how long you have been wandering. One thing is certain, if you want to survive, you’ll need to find a way. You take a painful breath, you have a long adventure ahead of you. You are a zombie, or you were, you were wandering the streets when a demon popped by and decided he needed a servant. They didn’t want the typical flesh-munchers that wander the streets, and they chose you. They healed you, well just enough that you would be able to use magick…sort of. They infused you with an element and had you attack their enemies. You have also been ditched, and now have full control back of your body. Now you stand somewhere, alone, and must choose what to do. You take a long breath, you have a long adventure ahead of you. You are a mutant, due to heavy radiation your genetics have been changed. You have been hiding away from everyone for the last two years observing your mutation. Your supplies have run low and now you must go out into the world to survive. You crack open the safehouse door, there is no one around. You grab the bag filled with the last of your supplies and step outside. You look at your surroundings and take a deep breath, you have a long adventure ahead of you. You are a warlock; you have been hiding away by yourself for the last two years since your ship was shot down. Your supplies are low and you must go out into the…human world to survive. You crack open the door to your safe house and have a look around, there is no one there. You grab the bag containing the last of your supplies and step outside. You look around at your surroundings and take a deep breath, you have a long journey ahead of you. You are a demon, for two years you have wandered the word generally being a demon. You now stand somewhere in this wasteland with one question on your mind, what should you do next? You are a succubus, for two years you have been wandering the human world living your life as a succubus. Now you stand somewhere in the wasteland with one question on your mind, what should you do next? OOC: http://community.playstarbound.com/threads/it-sucks-to-be-earth-applications-open.106427/
He knew it. He should’ve called it. Kefr sat alone at the counter of the convenience store they’d been living in the last few months and sighed. Kefr knew something was up when they asked him to find more food alone - they had practically years of supplies left. It’d been seven hours and there was still no sign of Leck, Rimbly or the few hundred cans of food that they’d collected over the months... How did they even manage to transport that much food? Kefr climbed off the stool he was perched on and gathered today’s findings into a sack. “They’re not coming back.” Kefr finally thought to himself. “What am i going to do?” Kefr slung the sack over his shoulder and walked out into the deserted street.
Hinzelmen sits bored on the windowsill of an old wall that manages to stand while the rest of the building was reduced to rubble. The little demon simply kicked his feet and played with the soft material of his too big tutu. He studies his surroundings hoping to find something of interest, but the boredom was beginning to take over and soon he will decide to go home.
He had a name. What was it? john? Jerry? Gary? Gerald. Gerald! GERALD OH GOD PLEASE! Screams tony, as a large zombie grabs him from behind HELP ME! I DONT WANNA DIE GERALD! KIL- he says as his neck is ripped out, but it is obvious what he is saying, but Gerald needs to get to safety, and save ammo. Tony is resigned to his fate Gerald's body shivers like jello. He was just about to open the bunker door for the first time in how long...? Years? Decades? Centuries? It is hard to tell. He struggles to pull the large lever, which he used to find so easy. Eventually, after who knows how long, he succeeds, and the large blast doors open, bringing in sunlight he has not seen in centuries. If he had eyes, he would be blinded. He steps out into the blinding light
Around Kefr was a destroyed human street, it appeared to have at some point been full of different human businesses. There were many destroyed buildings some of which had images of human foods, other just containing words. At one end of the road was some sort of partially destroyed large human building, on the other end of the road was a 4-way cross-road. Hinzelmen was sitting on the wall of a destroyed church which sat on top of a hill. Down the hill was a small destroyed town, beyond that was only fog. The sun shined brightly into the large destroyed building that Gerald had hidden in the bottom of. It was partially in tact, but there were many large and small holes in the walls. The surrounding area was covered in rubble and broken glass, a door could be seen far in the distance.
The ceiling was beginning to leek again. After every storm, Kora was forced to patch the slowly deteriorating bunker from falling apart. A window here, a supporting wall there. It was an endless fixer-upper that had she had been renovating for the past two years. Two years of isolation in this one lucky hole in the ground that had saved and doomed her life. And now, the old place was on its last legs. The bag mended, Kora salvaged all of her good supplies. “That’s everything. Enough food to last me for another day or so. But if I can find another base or survivors, maybe I’ll never have to hunt again.” The straps of the bag hung on her bony shoulders, and Kora heaved the load up the metal ladder to the door at the top. Stepping out into the world, but this time, not for a visit. Kora’s glaze looks off at the chard landscape and sighs. “It may suck to be the Earth, but not for much longer.” With the final word, Kora turned away from the forest shrouded bunker and set off over the dry grassy plains.
-gerald Gerald comes out slowly and reverently, absorbing the sun he had been denied for so long. He takes his time getting to the door and opening it, slower than usual
There wasn't much to see out there, behind her stood the line of forest in which her safe house resided. In front of her were just plains, as far as the eye can see. Well, almost, way off in the distance on the horizon was the faint form of a small house. It was clear to Gerald that he was on some sort of hill. Down the hill and a ways away stood the charred remains of some kind of settlement. Apart from that, there was nothing but rocky fields as far as one could see. -Father Elwood- Father Elwood stepped out onto the steps of the temple, he took a deep breath and looked around. In front of him he could only see the line of trees that separated the temple from the outside world, and above him only the canopy of tree branches that obscured the temple from the sky. Elwood tightened the straps of his bag tighter on his shoulders to make sure they would stay, he gripped the wooden rod he carried with him and headed out into the forest to see what he might find.
-gerald gerald walks down the hill, opening one of the MREs inside him on the way. yes, he has it stored inside him. he takes off his glove and ejects a slimy wrapper and tray from his sleeve, with no food left on it. he puts the glove back on, and looks around the settlement
Kefr heads past the rusted vehicles along the road, towards the crossroads at the end of the it. The nearby businesses would probably be completely looted by now, so there was little point in remaining here.
Surprised she hadn't noticed the structure before, Kora decides to start her journey by heading in the direction of the building. The whispy grass pop and snap under the soles of her tattered shoes. Normally Kora would be worried about making so much sound, but she wan't hunting in the forest anymore and the visibility over the brown hills was good today. Nevertheless, she decides to dwell on who or what the house in the distance could hold for her. Allies? Enemies? Demons? Kora's body shudders at the last thought. Demons were the last thing Kora wanted to encounter in this wild and dangerous new world.
Hinzelmen sighed as he castes his gaze to the desolate town. 'So so so boring!' He felt like screaming his frustrations to the world, but such actions would attract unwanted grubby hands to come try to steal his treasures. Hinzelmen looked over his shoulder an smiled at the miniature storage unit(old dumpster) beside the destroyed building. His hoard was growing steadily. 'So many treasures, and so many more to collect.' The mere though of expanding his collection was enough to make him jump off the windowsill. "What am I doing!? While I sit here dazing off there's treasure down there that rightly belongs to me! I must claim it before anyone else tries to steal it from me!" With a new sense of determination Hinzelmen dusted off his tutu and made his way towards the abandoned town.
Almost everything in the settlement was burned and destroyed, it was hard to tell how this had happened, it could have been ransacked by demons but it could just as easily been destroyed by some kind of explosion. Either way, the only building still standing in any way was the small, almost bus-shaped diner at the other end of town. The crossroads led further into the city, or at least it appeared that way, it was hard to tell where the roads in this human labyrinth went. He had a choice though, he could go left, right, or forward. There would be little point in going backwards. Kora could see the small home on the horizon slowly getting closer, there was a pleasant breeze flowing through the air. For a world with the worst streak of bad luck this side of the cosmos, this town was fairly in tact. It was mostly houses, but there was also a small supermarket and a few mom and pop stores scattered about.
-gerald gerald makes his way to the diner, his progress agonizingly slow, awkward squelchs emerging from his suit
Kora continues in the direction of the house, trying to keep an eye out for anything or anyone approaching over the deadlands. She checks her gun, making sure that it is still bumping against the hostler on her hip. One last magazine was all she had for it, every bullet was worth something now, more than just fresh food to cook. Looking around, unease rises within Kora. "Should the world be this sparse? Is everyone else dead by now?" She doesn't bother with voicing the third question. Gripping the straps of her bag, Kora attempts to pick up her pace in reaching the far off cabin.
On the other side of the door was a trap that he had not seen from outside. Someone had attached a kinda large hammer to a string and set it up to fall on whoever opened that door. Fortunately for Gerald, whoever made it was a little bit off and it missed his head by mere inches. Apart from that, there were the typical things one would find in a diner, including a door behind the counter. It didn't take her too long to get to the small home with her new brisk pace. She could see that it was a small, mostly wooden house surrounded by a small cobblestone wall. There was a fenced off area to the side where a few farm animals had been kept, she could tell because there were several dead farm animals there. The house itself had a wooden porch with stairs leading up to it, she could not see beyond the wooden door however, and the only windows appeared to be on some kind of upper floor.
-gerald it does not really matter either way, but he is a bit startled, and jiggles a bit, his suit undulating in a frightening manner he goes behind the counter and opens the door right away, he needs FOOD
Kora removes the metal rod from the strap it was secured to her bag with, seeing as it would be easier to use in an enclosed space than the gun. She goes to open the door, but stops centimeters from the nob. Hopping off the porch, Kora goes around to the fence and examines the dead bodies of the animals. "Maybe I can find out if something is still here from the state of the bodies..."