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I'm looking for long-term Rp partners who aren't afraid of writing a paragraph or more, and who love to write about Sci-fi horror! My idea is still pretty vague but I think we can work out the kinks. This is pretty much just a zombie story, but based more on surviving others and your own characters' minds. (Psychological horror(?) )
Background: Year 5010. The world is dying, decaying right under the people's feet, and they're willing to do anything to survive.
After more than 3,000 years of picking at Earth's ozone, mother nature can finally take no more, and precious air has become limited.
luckily for the people of Earth, they were already prepared for this upcoming disaster. Mars was already claimed as property, and space buses were ready for deployment. 1,000s of volunteers would spend the next 100 years on Mars to prep it for the rest of the people.
Everything was going well, and the "Martians" kept in contact with Earth every 2 years. But suddenly children and livestock on Mars began to die, same as the vegetation.
Something was wrong.
Turns out, Mars wasn't as docile as it seemed.
When computers malfunction, a toxic gas --native to the planet-- was released, and it slowly killed off the peoples' children and food sources, infecting them with a horrible sickness.
While trying to evacuate and call off the Mars mission, their fuel source explodes from contact with the noxious gas.
The people of Mars are instructed to go back into their slumber-pods and wait until the next day for instructions.
They end up sleeping 10 years away, frozen in time...
Exerpt:
Silence.
Long, undisturbed, moments of quietness had long passed in the white room where the slumber-pods resigned.
It was finally time to wake.
"Pod Bay Compu-puter Activated-ted."
[ Computer functions: Online]
[ Manuel Apparatus Instruction: Searching. Searching. Searching...]
[ ...Search Failed. ]
[ Automatic System Instruction: Now Online... Load -Wake Up Call ]
"Wake Up Call In T-minus, 5 Seconds."
"5..."
" 4..."
" 3..."
" 2..."
" 1..."
[ Now Releasing Pod Latches ]
"G-G-Goo-o-od morn-morning...!" A distorted auto-generated voice sung.
The lonely call was eerie in the quiet pod bay, and it fell on deaf ears as the inhabitants remained unmoving in their forced sleep.
It stayed quiet, save for the mechanical whirring noises that came as the computer unlatched the pod locks.
A caterwauling noise followed shortly after, as air violently spewed forth in a great release-- and in unison the pod doors lifted, allowing a thick white vapor to escape.
When the the pod's seal rose, Florence's body flopped to the floor.
Fire born straight from Hell shot through her previously resting veins, and sent her eyes bulging from their sockets.
A horrific pain like none other tore through her, much like a hot knife was searing the very insides of her body.
Ripples of air pushed from her gaping mouth in an agonizing struggle to scream; she wanted scream out of desperation, scream for help, scream to alleviate her torture-- but, she soon found that her voice wouldn't come.
Her mind was blank as her back arched uncontrollably, and her eyes rolled until only the sclera showed. Her throat convulsed as it strained, trying to pass her shallow breaths as she lay, twitching in the stale, white room.
It might have been minutes or maybe even hours when Florence realized that the pain was gone, and her thoughts had returned. Immediately she gasped, swallowing as much air as possibly she could.
She couldn't even fathom the idea of what was wrong, or why she was in so much pain. It had never happened before.
As she continued to lay there, the cold steel of the floor began to burn her sensitive body, but when she moved to stand her legs trembled and gave the worst jolts of pain.
She needed help. There was no way she would be able to stand with her body weak like this.
But why weren't the technicians here?
They were always present when the seals opened, and yet as Florence looked around, there was no one to be seen. Absolutely no one.
She trembled in disbelief and brought shaky hands to her face.
"Hello?!" She called, desperate to hear someone's voice; anyone's voice.
But had anyone been there, her frail shout would have been much too tiny to hear anyways.
She only had one option now.
She had to stand up...
If you're interested just message me on the sci-fi forum (under the same title), or PM me. Or if you have questions just message me here.
I'm looking for long-term Rp partners who aren't afraid of writing a paragraph or more, and who love to write about Sci-fi horror! My idea is still pretty vague but I think we can work out the kinks. This is pretty much just a zombie story, but based more on surviving others and your own characters' minds. (Psychological horror(?) )
Background: Year 5010. The world is dying, decaying right under the people's feet, and they're willing to do anything to survive.
After more than 3,000 years of picking at Earth's ozone, mother nature can finally take no more, and precious air has become limited.
luckily for the people of Earth, they were already prepared for this upcoming disaster. Mars was already claimed as property, and space buses were ready for deployment. 1,000s of volunteers would spend the next 100 years on Mars to prep it for the rest of the people.
Everything was going well, and the "Martians" kept in contact with Earth every 2 years. But suddenly children and livestock on Mars began to die, same as the vegetation.
Something was wrong.
Turns out, Mars wasn't as docile as it seemed.
When computers malfunction, a toxic gas --native to the planet-- was released, and it slowly killed off the peoples' children and food sources, infecting them with a horrible sickness.
While trying to evacuate and call off the Mars mission, their fuel source explodes from contact with the noxious gas.
The people of Mars are instructed to go back into their slumber-pods and wait until the next day for instructions.
They end up sleeping 10 years away, frozen in time...
Exerpt:
Silence.
Long, undisturbed, moments of quietness had long passed in the white room where the slumber-pods resigned.
It was finally time to wake.
"Pod Bay Compu-puter Activated-ted."
[ Computer functions: Online]
[ Manuel Apparatus Instruction: Searching. Searching. Searching...]
[ ...Search Failed. ]
[ Automatic System Instruction: Now Online... Load -Wake Up Call ]
"Wake Up Call In T-minus, 5 Seconds."
"5..."
" 4..."
" 3..."
" 2..."
" 1..."
[ Now Releasing Pod Latches ]
"G-G-Goo-o-od morn-morning...!" A distorted auto-generated voice sung.
The lonely call was eerie in the quiet pod bay, and it fell on deaf ears as the inhabitants remained unmoving in their forced sleep.
It stayed quiet, save for the mechanical whirring noises that came as the computer unlatched the pod locks.
A caterwauling noise followed shortly after, as air violently spewed forth in a great release-- and in unison the pod doors lifted, allowing a thick white vapor to escape.
When the the pod's seal rose, Florence's body flopped to the floor.
Fire born straight from Hell shot through her previously resting veins, and sent her eyes bulging from their sockets.
A horrific pain like none other tore through her, much like a hot knife was searing the very insides of her body.
Ripples of air pushed from her gaping mouth in an agonizing struggle to scream; she wanted scream out of desperation, scream for help, scream to alleviate her torture-- but, she soon found that her voice wouldn't come.
Her mind was blank as her back arched uncontrollably, and her eyes rolled until only the sclera showed. Her throat convulsed as it strained, trying to pass her shallow breaths as she lay, twitching in the stale, white room.
It might have been minutes or maybe even hours when Florence realized that the pain was gone, and her thoughts had returned. Immediately she gasped, swallowing as much air as possibly she could.
She couldn't even fathom the idea of what was wrong, or why she was in so much pain. It had never happened before.
As she continued to lay there, the cold steel of the floor began to burn her sensitive body, but when she moved to stand her legs trembled and gave the worst jolts of pain.
She needed help. There was no way she would be able to stand with her body weak like this.
But why weren't the technicians here?
They were always present when the seals opened, and yet as Florence looked around, there was no one to be seen. Absolutely no one.
She trembled in disbelief and brought shaky hands to her face.
"Hello?!" She called, desperate to hear someone's voice; anyone's voice.
But had anyone been there, her frail shout would have been much too tiny to hear anyways.
She only had one option now.
She had to stand up...
If you're interested just message me on the sci-fi forum (under the same title), or PM me. Or if you have questions just message me here.
No magic at all.
Further future, perhaps visit mars or upload your brain
More combat than not. The setting may be at war, and the characters will likely get involved whether or not they seek it out.
Details: Freeform, adjustable length posts, long-term RP partner preferred.
Sounds fun. Still looking? Should I PM?
I'd love to rp this with you.... It kinda reminds me of the movie passengers.
Dean Raven wrote:
I'd love to rp this with you.... It kinda reminds me of the movie passengers.
I've never seen it, but I hope it's good! And I would love it if you rp'd with me, I'll add you to my chat, we're brainstorming rn
Alright sounds like a plan
Dean Raven wrote:
Alright sounds like a plan
Okay, I added you, but we have a user who might not be online rn to vote you into the chat so... idk.
Sorry about that, I'm sure they'll be on soon though
It's ok I understand so take your guys time.
Wow, this seems pretty cool! Mind if I join?
Lobstertail wrote:
Wow, this seems pretty cool! Mind if I join?
Of course you can join, just PM me
Hunny_stuff wrote:
Lobstertail wrote:
Wow, this seems pretty cool! Mind if I join?
Of course you can join, just PM me
coolio
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