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If anyone ever told you, that war never changes...they were wrong...war...war changes...one moment everyone with a plot of land is a super power, and one moment we all have nukes, and we can all destroy each other with a press of a button. Technology fought for man, bullets and guns made killing easy and without remorse. But what happens when you press that button. What happens when technology fights to much. What happens when you ignore the warnings, for a selfish short term goal. You create a new war. A war of people coping with a post nuclear devastated world, a war where people have lost their guns, and beat each other with planks of wood and rocks. A war were you are fighting to simply see another sunrise. Most of us did not live in the world that our parents talked about...our world is this. The apocalypse, some call it, home, is what others know it as. We kill, we pillage, we suffer, we may do good here and there, but no good will bring the grass back. We dont do this because we want to. But Because we have to.
Welcome to the apocalypse. You didnt want it, but its here either way now. Where we are from is the east coast of America, arguably the hardest hit place after the flash that brought us here. To the north, near what was new york is a constant nuclear winter, and to the south, a wasteland desert. All major cities are no more, most towns and cities are settlements of a different name. But here on the east coast we are starting to have a problem...a band of raiders...no, more like a cult is rising up. Few things survived the flash...not many relics of a bygone era are left. But out of no where people started finding these strange disk...with these pleasant sounding songs on them. After doing some research and asking some elders, we found out they are called CD's, 8-tracks, cassette tapes....there are many different forms, but they all do the same thing, play music. We thought they where just thought, a harmless distraction and nice melodies...but these cults dont think that. No, they are treating these things like they are are holy artifacts...used to translate messages from gods...its insane. These twisted leaders of each faction took these songs out of context, and bent the lyrics to suit their views, and to gain traction for people to join their cause. So far, there are four we are dealing with. The first is The Clear Credence. They are the least harmless of the cults, they want to spread their music and peacefully bring people into their cause...however their generosity doesn't extend far...if you dare insult their holy song, Fortunate son, they will be prompted to kill you on sight. Another cult is The Dark Side of The Moon. Again...mostly harmless...if you dont kind their drug and slave trafficking. The leader of the cult uses this drug called Comfortably Numb, aptly named after the song he found on his Pink Floyd album, which hijacks the users mind and makes them obedient to his every word. All of the people surrounding him are mindless drones doing his bidding...and frankly it is sick to think what he does with them. The third, and most violent Cult, is the War Pigs. This Cult worships this band called Black Sabbath, and beleive that through constant battle and blood shed, they will get a ride on the Crazy Train when they die...sounds stupid, but a lot of people follow this. If you see anyone with the War pigs...kill them on sight, because they will do the same to you. And last but not least you have BlackBird. This Cult is the one that started this mess....before them these people where all unorganized and just ran around like a bunch of damn fools...but one morning the leader of the BlackBirds, a man that calls himself Prudence, found himself an album made by The Beatles. In this album he heard the song Heleter Skeleter, and Come Together. Prudence thought the song Heleter Skeleter was a prophesy, that those that believe in the holy words of the music, will be going to war with all who appose them, and that all these cults should Come Together, and purge the world of its sin, and then the world would be brought back to its former glory.
You may be wondering where I am going with all this babble...I want your help. Look I know you are not the best or kindness person here...no one is and we dont expect anyone to be. But you have been around the block, and fought things like this before...so you are our only hope. The world is already a terrible place, but maybe you can make it just a little bit better by putting a dent in these raiders. And trust me...there will be a reward. So what do ya say? Are you just going to walk away from this, or will you try to show the world there are still heros?
Rules:
First of all, if you are interested go ahead and PM me. I honestly still dont entirely know how to really start a role play in this works, so I may need some help, I am assuming it all happens in messages I dont know...
No OP weapons) I wanted this world to be mostly absent of guns, this does not mean you can not have them, but if you do make sure it is either in bad condition, or it is a crappy self made gun made out of scrap metal, I was wanting this to be a more melee and brutal style of play, I feel like guns make rps too bland. You know "I aim and shoot at him" does not sound as good as what you can do in something melee focused
No sexual content) Do what you need to in PMs, but not in front of everyone please
Be fair) I want most action and fighting to be done with me controlling NPCs fighting you and things like that, and I will keep it fair, but I also want to give a sense of urgency and tenseness, so while I will never outright kill your character, I will always put them up with a challenge, and how they perform they may come out with some negatives. With this said, if fighting happens between two player characters, please be fair. I know no body likes to lose, but dont try to make yourself so much more powerful then someone else. Something I do not like is people that do for example, "I swing my bat at you and break your arm" A better way to do this is, "I attempt to swing my bat at you in order to break your arm" and allow the other player to decide how that outcome goes down, and in return they should do the same to you.
No Derailing) This may seem controversial to some, but while I encourage everyone to be free and do what they want, at the same time I have a simple and loose narrative I want everyone to follow. I dont expect everyone to do exactly every single thing the way I have it in my head, but do not hijack the narrative and decide to take it where you want it, at least not without asking first. You will in the sense be a player, of a game I have created for you, and I want to create fun experiences for everyone, without taking to much of your engagement away. If you have ever played D&D, you should know what I mean by all this.
I hope to find a couple of people to do this with me, this RP idea has been on my mind for a while, and I feel like I will find some interesting folk here to do it with, cant wait to see where this takes us.
Welcome to the apocalypse. You didnt want it, but its here either way now. Where we are from is the east coast of America, arguably the hardest hit place after the flash that brought us here. To the north, near what was new york is a constant nuclear winter, and to the south, a wasteland desert. All major cities are no more, most towns and cities are settlements of a different name. But here on the east coast we are starting to have a problem...a band of raiders...no, more like a cult is rising up. Few things survived the flash...not many relics of a bygone era are left. But out of no where people started finding these strange disk...with these pleasant sounding songs on them. After doing some research and asking some elders, we found out they are called CD's, 8-tracks, cassette tapes....there are many different forms, but they all do the same thing, play music. We thought they where just thought, a harmless distraction and nice melodies...but these cults dont think that. No, they are treating these things like they are are holy artifacts...used to translate messages from gods...its insane. These twisted leaders of each faction took these songs out of context, and bent the lyrics to suit their views, and to gain traction for people to join their cause. So far, there are four we are dealing with. The first is The Clear Credence. They are the least harmless of the cults, they want to spread their music and peacefully bring people into their cause...however their generosity doesn't extend far...if you dare insult their holy song, Fortunate son, they will be prompted to kill you on sight. Another cult is The Dark Side of The Moon. Again...mostly harmless...if you dont kind their drug and slave trafficking. The leader of the cult uses this drug called Comfortably Numb, aptly named after the song he found on his Pink Floyd album, which hijacks the users mind and makes them obedient to his every word. All of the people surrounding him are mindless drones doing his bidding...and frankly it is sick to think what he does with them. The third, and most violent Cult, is the War Pigs. This Cult worships this band called Black Sabbath, and beleive that through constant battle and blood shed, they will get a ride on the Crazy Train when they die...sounds stupid, but a lot of people follow this. If you see anyone with the War pigs...kill them on sight, because they will do the same to you. And last but not least you have BlackBird. This Cult is the one that started this mess....before them these people where all unorganized and just ran around like a bunch of damn fools...but one morning the leader of the BlackBirds, a man that calls himself Prudence, found himself an album made by The Beatles. In this album he heard the song Heleter Skeleter, and Come Together. Prudence thought the song Heleter Skeleter was a prophesy, that those that believe in the holy words of the music, will be going to war with all who appose them, and that all these cults should Come Together, and purge the world of its sin, and then the world would be brought back to its former glory.
You may be wondering where I am going with all this babble...I want your help. Look I know you are not the best or kindness person here...no one is and we dont expect anyone to be. But you have been around the block, and fought things like this before...so you are our only hope. The world is already a terrible place, but maybe you can make it just a little bit better by putting a dent in these raiders. And trust me...there will be a reward. So what do ya say? Are you just going to walk away from this, or will you try to show the world there are still heros?
Rules:
First of all, if you are interested go ahead and PM me. I honestly still dont entirely know how to really start a role play in this works, so I may need some help, I am assuming it all happens in messages I dont know...
No OP weapons) I wanted this world to be mostly absent of guns, this does not mean you can not have them, but if you do make sure it is either in bad condition, or it is a crappy self made gun made out of scrap metal, I was wanting this to be a more melee and brutal style of play, I feel like guns make rps too bland. You know "I aim and shoot at him" does not sound as good as what you can do in something melee focused
No sexual content) Do what you need to in PMs, but not in front of everyone please
Be fair) I want most action and fighting to be done with me controlling NPCs fighting you and things like that, and I will keep it fair, but I also want to give a sense of urgency and tenseness, so while I will never outright kill your character, I will always put them up with a challenge, and how they perform they may come out with some negatives. With this said, if fighting happens between two player characters, please be fair. I know no body likes to lose, but dont try to make yourself so much more powerful then someone else. Something I do not like is people that do for example, "I swing my bat at you and break your arm" A better way to do this is, "I attempt to swing my bat at you in order to break your arm" and allow the other player to decide how that outcome goes down, and in return they should do the same to you.
No Derailing) This may seem controversial to some, but while I encourage everyone to be free and do what they want, at the same time I have a simple and loose narrative I want everyone to follow. I dont expect everyone to do exactly every single thing the way I have it in my head, but do not hijack the narrative and decide to take it where you want it, at least not without asking first. You will in the sense be a player, of a game I have created for you, and I want to create fun experiences for everyone, without taking to much of your engagement away. If you have ever played D&D, you should know what I mean by all this.
I hope to find a couple of people to do this with me, this RP idea has been on my mind for a while, and I feel like I will find some interesting folk here to do it with, cant wait to see where this takes us.
No magic at all.
Near future, perhaps cloning and genetic manipulation
Combat is expected as part of the storyline but it won't dominate the plot.
Details: Freeform, adjustable length posts, long-term RP partner preferred.
https://youtu.be/Jz8c17upEwM (I will send links like this every now and then of a song or something like if the cult is playing their song when we interact with them, and you can go to the link and listen to it if you want for fun. This link is to a song that I imagine as the theme for the rp)
A calm breeze kicks up the dust of the ground scarce of any vegetation, the ground that is solid and dry, the ground of a wasteland. To your left is barren, empty land, and to your right, is empty, and barren land. The only beauty was the sun, which was rising for the morning, and painting the sky in a blaze of orange. As your eyes steady forward you see something in the distance. A city, with buildings tall, at least taller then most settlements you have seen. In the middle there is a large crane. In your hand you hold a note, handed to you by a courier, that states;
Jones;
I must make this letter quickly, I am the mayor of Crane City, and am in dire need of help. You may have heard of, or dealt with these cults rising up and harassing everyone, and recently my city has been dealing with them. My guards are doing all they can but as we get smaller and smaller they get larger and larger. I promise a huge reward, the thing they are after, we have gas pumps here and we have been able to produce enough gas to sustain a whole population...but word got out to them and now we are a target for them. If you can help us in anyway, I will let you tap into our supply. I am sending this letter to as many people I can willing to fight the cult...I hope at least one of you accepts my offer.
Sincerely;
Haydn Curtis, Crane City Mayor.
As you look back to the city, you figure with the giant crane in the middle, this was no doubt Crane City. It doesn't take long to approach it, and as you make your way to the front gate two men in armor made out of scrap metal and shoulder pads that where once used for football players, rose from their seats and raised their cross bows at her.
They seemed almost scared, and on edge, like anything was a threat at this point."Halt! What are you doing here?"He asked sternly to her. Behind them was the wall surrounding the city, made out of metals and woods, barbwire covered the top, and there was car tires stacked up all around for protection. Beyond the guards you could see the city, it was the most active community you have ever seen, people walking to jobs, and guards patrolling the streets, buildings and homes for each job and resident. It was something more scarce in this world then the vegetation on the ground, a society.
A calm breeze kicks up the dust of the ground scarce of any vegetation, the ground that is solid and dry, the ground of a wasteland. To your left is barren, empty land, and to your right, is empty, and barren land. The only beauty was the sun, which was rising for the morning, and painting the sky in a blaze of orange. As your eyes steady forward you see something in the distance. A city, with buildings tall, at least taller then most settlements you have seen. In the middle there is a large crane. In your hand you hold a note, handed to you by a courier, that states;
Jones;
I must make this letter quickly, I am the mayor of Crane City, and am in dire need of help. You may have heard of, or dealt with these cults rising up and harassing everyone, and recently my city has been dealing with them. My guards are doing all they can but as we get smaller and smaller they get larger and larger. I promise a huge reward, the thing they are after, we have gas pumps here and we have been able to produce enough gas to sustain a whole population...but word got out to them and now we are a target for them. If you can help us in anyway, I will let you tap into our supply. I am sending this letter to as many people I can willing to fight the cult...I hope at least one of you accepts my offer.
Sincerely;
Haydn Curtis, Crane City Mayor.
As you look back to the city, you figure with the giant crane in the middle, this was no doubt Crane City. It doesn't take long to approach it, and as you make your way to the front gate two men in armor made out of scrap metal and shoulder pads that where once used for football players, rose from their seats and raised their cross bows at her.
They seemed almost scared, and on edge, like anything was a threat at this point."Halt! What are you doing here?"He asked sternly to her. Behind them was the wall surrounding the city, made out of metals and woods, barbwire covered the top, and there was car tires stacked up all around for protection. Beyond the guards you could see the city, it was the most active community you have ever seen, people walking to jobs, and guards patrolling the streets, buildings and homes for each job and resident. It was something more scarce in this world then the vegetation on the ground, a society.
Ruins before her, ruins behind her; the young woman's brow was knotted, wrinkled deeply with the weight of her obsessive thoughts-- her obsessive worries.
Across the barren lands, which were bleak with chalky browns and stormy greys, there was little to look upon, little to be impressed by. Yet in comparison, the paper she clenched so tightly, stared at so intensly, was greatly of more interest.
A letter from the mayor of a city she had never visited, let alone seen, was gripped in her hands and sticking to the sweat of her palms as she read the words over and over again-- repeating the same lines just to make sure she was positive the words were real.
The fact that a courier was able to find her whereabouts was no less than a miracle, and this piece of parchment could mean a great change in her life... In her mother's life.
The young woman glanced to her right without lifting her head, and looked at the older woman sauntering beside her with a bulky pack upon her shoulders.
She still looked fit, like she could take down a few people with ease, but she and her daughter knew better than that. They understood that the woman was growing older, and ever more weak and weary with every trip they took-- every meal they missed.
She shook the thoughts away, letting her eyes return to the road ahead. She was no less than amazed at what she saw.
Buildings. Tall buildings, and a great machine she had never seen before towered above the entirety of the city.
"A crane..." She muttered, her tone quiet from the pure awe.
She signaled to her mother to pick up the pace when the walls of the great city became visible, yet she was weary of becoming too excited when she noticed guards in makeshift armor standing up from their posts, weapons drawn.
"Hands, Jonell, hands!" Her mother pestered in her ear before lifting her hands in front of her chest, palms forward.
The young woman fought off the urge to glare at her mother, before complying and showing the same gesture. This was one she truly disliked-- it showed too much submission for her tastes, and people took advantage of any found weakness.
However; the closer they walked, the more she noticed that these guards were on edge, antsy to fire their arrows the moment they screwed up.
"Halt, what are you doing here?" One of the guards demanded cautiously.
The young woman gave her mother a look before approaching the gate.
The guards tensed the moment she did, raising their crossbows hurriedly before the second guard- slightly smaller than the first- shouted, "Keep your distance and state why you're here!"
They watched with distrust as the young woman rose her brows, but spoke, "I got a letter from the mayor... said he needed help clearing out some cults."
Brown eyes looked between the men, "Was it wrong?"
They looked at each other, before the taller of the two lowered his weapon.
"Hand me the letter, girl."
She did so, ignoring his clear disdain, and watching him carefully as he read over the wrinkled paper.
"Identification," he said without looking up, "both of you."
Both women complied, pulling out their ID's, which held their information and acted as passports, declaring where they could and could not travel. They handed him the tiny book-like ID's, and the guard seemed to scoff as he read aloud, "Factionless."
He looked at them, "Jonell Nonet, and Farrah Nonet," the young woman tensed, her hands lowering now as the guard continued, "A couple of wanderers... no wonder the mayor called for you lot,"
He returned the letter and their ID's, "Cuz' no one'll give a damn if you die..."
She couldn't withhold her anger anymore, but just as she lifted her head, her mouth prepping to yell, her mother caught her shoulder and her scream died in her throat.
Her mouth pressed into a hard line, and she refused to let him off completely.
As the smaller guard opened the gates of the city, the young woman looked back with a glare as she passed the threshold.
"You don't get to call me Jonell, bastard. It's Jones."
Across the barren lands, which were bleak with chalky browns and stormy greys, there was little to look upon, little to be impressed by. Yet in comparison, the paper she clenched so tightly, stared at so intensly, was greatly of more interest.
A letter from the mayor of a city she had never visited, let alone seen, was gripped in her hands and sticking to the sweat of her palms as she read the words over and over again-- repeating the same lines just to make sure she was positive the words were real.
The fact that a courier was able to find her whereabouts was no less than a miracle, and this piece of parchment could mean a great change in her life... In her mother's life.
The young woman glanced to her right without lifting her head, and looked at the older woman sauntering beside her with a bulky pack upon her shoulders.
She still looked fit, like she could take down a few people with ease, but she and her daughter knew better than that. They understood that the woman was growing older, and ever more weak and weary with every trip they took-- every meal they missed.
She shook the thoughts away, letting her eyes return to the road ahead. She was no less than amazed at what she saw.
Buildings. Tall buildings, and a great machine she had never seen before towered above the entirety of the city.
"A crane..." She muttered, her tone quiet from the pure awe.
She signaled to her mother to pick up the pace when the walls of the great city became visible, yet she was weary of becoming too excited when she noticed guards in makeshift armor standing up from their posts, weapons drawn.
"Hands, Jonell, hands!" Her mother pestered in her ear before lifting her hands in front of her chest, palms forward.
The young woman fought off the urge to glare at her mother, before complying and showing the same gesture. This was one she truly disliked-- it showed too much submission for her tastes, and people took advantage of any found weakness.
However; the closer they walked, the more she noticed that these guards were on edge, antsy to fire their arrows the moment they screwed up.
"Halt, what are you doing here?" One of the guards demanded cautiously.
The young woman gave her mother a look before approaching the gate.
The guards tensed the moment she did, raising their crossbows hurriedly before the second guard- slightly smaller than the first- shouted, "Keep your distance and state why you're here!"
They watched with distrust as the young woman rose her brows, but spoke, "I got a letter from the mayor... said he needed help clearing out some cults."
Brown eyes looked between the men, "Was it wrong?"
They looked at each other, before the taller of the two lowered his weapon.
"Hand me the letter, girl."
She did so, ignoring his clear disdain, and watching him carefully as he read over the wrinkled paper.
"Identification," he said without looking up, "both of you."
Both women complied, pulling out their ID's, which held their information and acted as passports, declaring where they could and could not travel. They handed him the tiny book-like ID's, and the guard seemed to scoff as he read aloud, "Factionless."
He looked at them, "Jonell Nonet, and Farrah Nonet," the young woman tensed, her hands lowering now as the guard continued, "A couple of wanderers... no wonder the mayor called for you lot,"
He returned the letter and their ID's, "Cuz' no one'll give a damn if you die..."
She couldn't withhold her anger anymore, but just as she lifted her head, her mouth prepping to yell, her mother caught her shoulder and her scream died in her throat.
Her mouth pressed into a hard line, and she refused to let him off completely.
As the smaller guard opened the gates of the city, the young woman looked back with a glare as she passed the threshold.
"You don't get to call me Jonell, bastard. It's Jones."
(Whoa I hope you didnt send that foreer ago I just now got it lol)
((I tried to send it a while ago, my internet crapped out on me though, so you're fine.))
The city seemed rather busy, people waking up from the pale sunrise where all heading to their places where they would start their day. The city had the sound of people talking and machines running gently in the background, bringing life to a otherwise quite and dead wasteland.
The smell of food was in the air, as their where people vending chunks of squirrel and steaks on the side of the walk ways. Men and women where gathered around stalls selling various items, as if people here had the luxury to just consume things they didnt need. People here where not surviving, they where living. There was a bar to one side of the street, and group of machinist working on a car on the other. And at the very end, right past the crane, you saw a tall and wide building, with a crudely painted sign that said Town Hall.
The guard you spoke to earlier said something behind you."The mayor should be in his office in the town hall...Jones..." He said before taking his post again.
The smell of food was in the air, as their where people vending chunks of squirrel and steaks on the side of the walk ways. Men and women where gathered around stalls selling various items, as if people here had the luxury to just consume things they didnt need. People here where not surviving, they where living. There was a bar to one side of the street, and group of machinist working on a car on the other. And at the very end, right past the crane, you saw a tall and wide building, with a crudely painted sign that said Town Hall.
The guard you spoke to earlier said something behind you."The mayor should be in his office in the town hall...Jones..." He said before taking his post again.
(That opening scene was just that btw, an opening, I wont always take control away from you like that lol, sorry if you didnt like me saying what you did or anything)
((It's all good, it gave me something to build off of))
As the building was pointed at to them a large man shrouded in a hood stepped through the door. His eyes shifted around the building. It was run down, like every building he had ever been in, but this one had at least some merits to it. He saw a red headed woman at a desk as soon as he walked in.
"Can I help you?"She asked seeming very bored
"The mayor wanted me. Where is he."He asked with his graveled voice.
She raised her hand and pointed to a door down the hall. The man looked at the door before sticking his hands in his pocket and stepping in. Mayor Curtis was at his desk, writing more letters as he walked in. He looked up with wide eyes, seeming scared for a moment as he walked in.
"Are....are you a War Pig?"He asked with a shaken voice, something about the mans appearance struck him as intimidating.
"I am Lance Carter...you sent me this letter."He said as he retrieved the letter from out of his pocket and slapped it in front of him.
"O-oh...I was worried no one would actually get these letters..."He said as with a relieved sigh."I was hoping there would be more people but...so far you are the only one."He said dishearteningly.
"I should be the only one you need."He said as he lifted his head a little, showing the bottom half of his face under the shadowed hood.
Just then the door opened again, it was the red head woman."Sir, a Guard told me a Mrs.Jones is here, said you sent her one of those letters."She said before leaving again.
"Nevermind then...I will just take a seat and wait for them to come in..."The man said as he grabbed one of the chairs and sat down, leaning his elbows on his knees.
"Can I help you?"She asked seeming very bored
"The mayor wanted me. Where is he."He asked with his graveled voice.
She raised her hand and pointed to a door down the hall. The man looked at the door before sticking his hands in his pocket and stepping in. Mayor Curtis was at his desk, writing more letters as he walked in. He looked up with wide eyes, seeming scared for a moment as he walked in.
"Are....are you a War Pig?"He asked with a shaken voice, something about the mans appearance struck him as intimidating.
"I am Lance Carter...you sent me this letter."He said as he retrieved the letter from out of his pocket and slapped it in front of him.
"O-oh...I was worried no one would actually get these letters..."He said as with a relieved sigh."I was hoping there would be more people but...so far you are the only one."He said dishearteningly.
"I should be the only one you need."He said as he lifted his head a little, showing the bottom half of his face under the shadowed hood.
Just then the door opened again, it was the red head woman."Sir, a Guard told me a Mrs.Jones is here, said you sent her one of those letters."She said before leaving again.
"Nevermind then...I will just take a seat and wait for them to come in..."The man said as he grabbed one of the chairs and sat down, leaning his elbows on his knees.
(If I dont make any responses soon just know I am probably asleep)
((Hey guys, this is in the LFRP forum. Should make a thread in the general rp, fantasy or sci-fi roleplay forum if you two want to continue publicly. This is so that others who are still looking get a chance to remain on the first page for as long as possible. 
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(Oh I actually meant to make it closed lol, I guess I did it wrong)
((You just have to move it to an IC forum. We can just copy and paste our responses over there))
(Ah Ill do that now sorry)
((It's all good))
(Will sending you a link send you over to it even if its closed?)
((It should))
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