"The Beginning of the End" John, Kate, Chris, and Greg Brooklyn, New York,
After scarfing down his breakfast which primarily consisted of scrambled eggs, buttered toast covered in honey, and three pieces of crispy bacon, John sat and watched the morning news with Kate and Chris as Greg got dressed for work. The news displayed pictures and videos of what was going on in the world. It was realitively bland in comparison to what was the "breaking news". Anticipating the news woman to appear on the screen, John isn't surprised when her dull, aged face appears, her mouth closed to a thin line.
-"Breaking news this morning when an outbreak crops up around the world. Scientists are baffled by the discovery of this unknown disease that has already claimed fifteen lives in Indonesia." The woman announces, her eyes darting up and down from her two paged script.
A rewind would put us back where we started; from the beginning, but with new protagonists and antagonists. So basically this is like a seperate Fallout RP, diverged from this one.
"The Beginning of the End" John, Kate, Chris, and Greg Brooklyn, New York,
Awaking to the sound of Kate's soft yet audible voice vibrating throughout his room, John groans, his eyes still closed, shielded from the morning light.
-"Come on, Greg's making breakfast." Kate says.
-"Mrmph." John groans as he wraps his pillow around his head.
Kate plops down on the end of the bed, dressed in baggy pajama bottoms and a sleep shirt. Her hair was pulled back into an untidy bun so as not to expose her "sex hair". John slowly opens his eyes as Kate shakes his right leg, jolting him slightly.
-"I'm up, I'm up." John exclaims, waving his right arm lazily in the air as he rolls completely on his back, exposing his chest.
Kate, satisfied with John's awakening, plunges into his dresser, pulling out sleep pants and a plain white t-shirt. As John raises himself in bed, Kate tosses the clothes, two of which hit his face. John frowns as Kate smirks at this. Thrusting the comforter from his body, John gets out of bed, exposing his body to the sunlight which shines brightly through brown curtains. John comes to a stand where he settles each leg through a pant leg. After pulling his shirt over his head, Kate ushers him from the room, holding his hand. John sleepily rubs one eye and yawns. Passing by the bathroom, John catches a quick glimpse of himself in the mirror. Bags had formed under his eyes and his hair was the typical untidy.
The smell of freshly cooked bacon ascended from the kitchen to the second floor of the apartment. John's mouth watered as his trotted down the hallway towards the stairs. With each step, John picked up the pace of his advancement towards the dinning room table. He could hear music playing in the background of a loud crinkling noise that sounded like cooking food. Chris could be heard speaking to who John presumed was Greg.
-"Morning." John announced as he entered the dinning room; eyes half clouded over.
-"Morning." Greg and Chris muster in response.
Almost unexpectedly, Kate brings John a cup of coffee, upon setting it down, she plants a soft kiss on his cheek.
-"Thanks babe." John says.
Taking a drink from his coffee, John lets the warm liquid rush down his throat, it somehow energized him within a matter of two minutes, allowing him to finally wake up.
Well I could always just pull one of my typical moves, remake the entire RP, set it back a few years, and help plan out events and stuff with Cuddles, Aaron, and Evan. There might be a few groaning here and there, but the Fallout Universe is a gold-mine for role-playing. It can be become a well organized experience. And so as not to antagonize anyone, I'd collect all of Aaron's Sweet-Gin posts and upload them to the IC section. If we can all agree on the recreation of the Fallout RP; this can become something big.
"Far From Home" Charles, The suns rays were unwelcome, intruding on what little peace remained after the gang war. With more than half the crew decimated in the battle and the few that survived the crossing of open desert badlands, the Dark Ones were all but a feeble fifteen member faction; however, their numbers would soon drop. Bullets embedded themselves into the bodies of three members, the others risked dehydration or infection. The journey across the badlands nearly cost Charles' life, with the loss of him, there's no telling what would happen to the dark ones. Robyn was badly injured, flesh torn, burnt, and bullet ridden, yet she remained calm, free of worries, as though she'd lived like this.
Charles, still disoriented, attempts to ease himself up but is forced back down by Robyn who insists that he doesn't try moving. -"I-I'm fine now." Charles mutters, waving her off. -"No, Charles, you're not, you're badly injured." Robyn says. -"Robyn, I'm-
Charles is cut off by Robyn as she covers his mouth.
For reasons that remain debatable, the Great War was the catalyst to what brought forth the apocalypse. A war that was resolved with mans destructive nature. Unleashed through the power of nuclear bombs, and orbital strikes, a wave of mass destruction led to humanities near demise. Governments crippled, the land decimated, and mankind pushed to the brink of extinction, this is what the apocalypse left in it's wake of radiation and fire. But not all was lost, in fact, humanity rose from the ashes of the old world to create a new one, based of Pre-War Ideas and fundamentals. New civilizations were constructed, built with the scraps of metal left behind, forged from the hands of many. Humanity rebuilt itself, such as history repeats. However, despite this reconstruction of what was lost, war continues to rage on.
Okay, so here's the gist of what I'm saying. The world ended by man's hand. World War 3 erupted over the lack of proper resources after a second space race. This RP is inspired by pop-culture influences such as the Fallout Franchise, Borderlands, Mass Effect, etc. This RP doesn't primarily focus on the apocalypse it's self, but the way it impacted humanity.
Here are some pics as to what the landscape looks like Post-War
There will be major factions listed later on, right now I'm collaborating, gathering ideas from other people and building on that. So some input would be much appreciated.
"Far from Home" Charles, Buzzards shriek overhead, whisking away at what little noise Charles could hear. It was an odd, tone deafening sound that he focused on. The preying of buzzards meant death, they'd found their next meal, Charles. Before his eyes can meet the sounds of the birds, water is splashed on his dry face. Reacting immediately, Charles jolts backwards at the feeling of a wet material slosh around him, what little remained trickled down his face. Charles gazes upon a curvy figure standing before him, it resembled a woman he'd recognized as Robyn. -"R-Robyn?" Charles asked.
Robyn quickly squats in front of him, she's smoking a cigar, her trade mark. The smoke from the burnt wrapping and tobacco trail to his nose as he inhales from the dry, dusty air.
-"You okay baby?" She asks in a caring tone.
-"Could be better." Charles responds, squinting in the sunlight.
-"I know." She responds in a feeble voice.
Memories flood through Charles mind as he thinks back on their meeting, to the time they fled to the West.
"Far from Home" Charles, In a daze, it seemed to Charles that the world was a sand covered mess. His body ached with the pain of a thousand needles and throbbing flesh. He felt the jolts of nerves throughout his legs and chest, it was unpleasant to the say the least. He groaned in agony as he attempted to muster what little strength he had left in his body. Feeling like a dead man, Charles forces his eyes open to bask in the view of a war-torn dessert. Somewhere nearby, voices echoed in his head, speaking hurriedly. His eyes drift and cloud as dust is kicked up into the atmosphere around him. A shadow is cast over his body, blocking the searing heat of a thousand flames. He recognized the figure that crouched over him, clasping his head and elevating it slightly. Before he can open his mouth, it's forced open to allow a flood of warm water in. The metallic tang that Charles had recognized as irradiation stirred him from his not-so-conscious stimulus. Quickly swallowing, Charles raises his back a little, feeling his limbs awaken from their slumber. He grunts as something fuzzy covers his face. The smell of fresh apples drifts over his nostrils as he breathes for dry air. A female voice vibrates around him, saying his name. With each spur, his head is jolted, making him slightly dizzy.
-"Y-Yes?" Charles asks in response.
-"Oh thank god." Someone says.
Jolting backwards, Charles is gripped tightly by frail arms. His arm drifts upwards to meet the tan arms that clasped around his chest; running his fingers along the callused skin.
John, Void of almost any immediate concern, John looks up to the little girl. She was short-tempered and a quick thinker. -"Go ahead." John says behind an old mans voice. The little girl frowns as she gazes down on John. This man was not like many others she came across in her journeys, he was laid-back, almost uncaring, but at the same time, caring. It was hard to explain.
Empires to Come is an RP focusing on the rise of several communities based off of what we know about history. The Romans, Persians, Egyptians, Mongols, etc are all blended together to create a diverged version of what we've learned. History, as we know, repeats, in this RP, it's supposed to be a reflection of our history, but altered. This RP is set within the known continent of Belleterres(Bella-French for Beautiful, Terres-French for Land). Humans and Elves inhabit this continent that has been fought over numerous times. In total, three main groups strive to have total control.
Kronesian Empire-The Kronesian Empire is a vast, human-faring Empire made up of several conquered lands, the capital city of this Empire is Kronesia. Citizens born into the Empire are referred to as "Kronesians", they follow a very relaxed set of rules and are considered common in Belleterres. The Kronesian Empire is strongly modeled after the Roman Empire, being they adopted a very similar set of rules, traditon, and cultures. Kronesian rule is fair and expands across the majority of Belleterres, having conquered many lands. They are allied with two separate nations in total and act as the sole governing factor over the lands. Previously Barbarians, somewhere along the line, presumed after conquering the long-lost Leonadis Empire, the Kronesians had adopted the Leonadisans culture, becoming a more civilizated group. Eventually, the formed an Empire that'd rule over their conquered lands.
Pethenian Empire-Based off of the Egyptian and Persian Empires, the Pethenian is a strictly ruled Empire made up of blended cultures. Pethenians have ruled lands they inherrited from the Kronesians. However, despite this action of peace, the Pethenians later became hostile towards the Kronesians and have been in conflict for hundreds of years. Pethenians rule in previously conquered lands and have control over a large portion of sea trade. Under their rule, the Pethenians have established major trade routes, causing cultural diffusion, leading to the Kronesians to adopt some of their cultures, and the Pethenians to adopt theirs.
The Chinqua's-An Elven Group of barbaric conquerers, the Chinqua's are a strongly militaristic organization similar to the Mongols. They travel primarily by horseback and have a tolerant, peaceful, yet brutal rule. These Elves strongly oppose any rule that isn't theirs and often threaten many lands. They are the most intimidating besides the Epirus.
The Epirus-Focused primarily on militant-strength, the Epirus are humans who choose to follow a very strict set of rules that govern their small nation. Built under the Kronesian Empire, the Epirus are allied with the Kronesians, working as their secondary military. Epirus are modeled after the Spartans and follow very similar customs. They are a tolerant group of humans who have high-expectations.
Writers tip: Don't use the same starter word in every sentence, it's redundant.
Ex-The dog trudged along the gravel path. The path was a barren rug, desolate of anything nice. The dog continues onward, keeping at a steady pace.
To fix this problem, use other describing words to change things up.
Ex. The red tipped sparrow descended over the vibrant, lush green mountain valley. Basking in the view of the bird's majestic colors, the man smiles to himself, it was a sight to see. Side swiping to the left, the beauty twirls.
See how smooth and clean that was, redundancy is somewhat ridged.
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John, Kate, Chris, and Greg
Brooklyn, New York,
After scarfing down his breakfast which primarily consisted of scrambled eggs, buttered toast covered in honey, and three pieces of crispy bacon, John sat and watched the morning news with Kate and Chris as Greg got dressed for work. The news displayed pictures and videos of what was going on in the world. It was realitively bland in comparison to what was the "breaking news". Anticipating the news woman to appear on the screen, John isn't surprised when her dull, aged face appears, her mouth closed to a thin line.
-"Breaking news this morning when an outbreak crops up around the world. Scientists are baffled by the discovery of this unknown disease that has already claimed fifteen lives in Indonesia." The woman announces, her eyes darting up and down from her two paged script.
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0
John, Kate, Chris, and Greg
Brooklyn, New York,
Awaking to the sound of Kate's soft yet audible voice vibrating throughout his room, John groans, his eyes still closed, shielded from the morning light.
-"Come on, Greg's making breakfast." Kate says.
-"Mrmph." John groans as he wraps his pillow around his head.
Kate plops down on the end of the bed, dressed in baggy pajama bottoms and a sleep shirt. Her hair was pulled back into an untidy bun so as not to expose her "sex hair". John slowly opens his eyes as Kate shakes his right leg, jolting him slightly.
-"I'm up, I'm up." John exclaims, waving his right arm lazily in the air as he rolls completely on his back, exposing his chest.
Kate, satisfied with John's awakening, plunges into his dresser, pulling out sleep pants and a plain white t-shirt. As John raises himself in bed, Kate tosses the clothes, two of which hit his face. John frowns as Kate smirks at this. Thrusting the comforter from his body, John gets out of bed, exposing his body to the sunlight which shines brightly through brown curtains. John comes to a stand where he settles each leg through a pant leg. After pulling his shirt over his head, Kate ushers him from the room, holding his hand. John sleepily rubs one eye and yawns. Passing by the bathroom, John catches a quick glimpse of himself in the mirror. Bags had formed under his eyes and his hair was the typical untidy.
The smell of freshly cooked bacon ascended from the kitchen to the second floor of the apartment. John's mouth watered as his trotted down the hallway towards the stairs. With each step, John picked up the pace of his advancement towards the dinning room table. He could hear music playing in the background of a loud crinkling noise that sounded like cooking food. Chris could be heard speaking to who John presumed was Greg.
-"Morning." John announced as he entered the dinning room; eyes half clouded over.
-"Morning." Greg and Chris muster in response.
Almost unexpectedly, Kate brings John a cup of coffee, upon setting it down, she plants a soft kiss on his cheek.
-"Thanks babe." John says.
Taking a drink from his coffee, John lets the warm liquid rush down his throat, it somehow energized him within a matter of two minutes, allowing him to finally wake up.
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Charles,
The suns rays were unwelcome, intruding on what little peace remained after the gang war. With more than half the crew decimated in the battle and the few that survived the crossing of open desert badlands, the Dark Ones were all but a feeble fifteen member faction; however, their numbers would soon drop. Bullets embedded themselves into the bodies of three members, the others risked dehydration or infection. The journey across the badlands nearly cost Charles' life, with the loss of him, there's no telling what would happen to the dark ones. Robyn was badly injured, flesh torn, burnt, and bullet ridden, yet she remained calm, free of worries, as though she'd lived like this.
Charles, still disoriented, attempts to ease himself up but is forced back down by Robyn who insists that he doesn't try moving.
-"I-I'm fine now." Charles mutters, waving her off.
-"No, Charles, you're not, you're badly injured." Robyn says.
-"Robyn, I'm-
Charles is cut off by Robyn as she covers his mouth.
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Charles,
Buzzards shriek overhead, whisking away at what little noise Charles could hear. It was an odd, tone deafening sound that he focused on. The preying of buzzards meant death, they'd found their next meal, Charles. Before his eyes can meet the sounds of the birds, water is splashed on his dry face. Reacting immediately, Charles jolts backwards at the feeling of a wet material slosh around him, what little remained trickled down his face. Charles gazes upon a curvy figure standing before him, it resembled a woman he'd recognized as Robyn.
-"R-Robyn?" Charles asked.
Robyn quickly squats in front of him, she's smoking a cigar, her trade mark. The smoke from the burnt wrapping and tobacco trail to his nose as he inhales from the dry, dusty air.
-"You okay baby?" She asks in a caring tone.
-"Could be better." Charles responds, squinting in the sunlight.
-"I know." She responds in a feeble voice.
Memories flood through Charles mind as he thinks back on their meeting, to the time they fled to the West.
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Charles,
In a daze, it seemed to Charles that the world was a sand covered mess. His body ached with the pain of a thousand needles and throbbing flesh. He felt the jolts of nerves throughout his legs and chest, it was unpleasant to the say the least. He groaned in agony as he attempted to muster what little strength he had left in his body. Feeling like a dead man, Charles forces his eyes open to bask in the view of a war-torn dessert. Somewhere nearby, voices echoed in his head, speaking hurriedly. His eyes drift and cloud as dust is kicked up into the atmosphere around him. A shadow is cast over his body, blocking the searing heat of a thousand flames. He recognized the figure that crouched over him, clasping his head and elevating it slightly. Before he can open his mouth, it's forced open to allow a flood of warm water in. The metallic tang that Charles had recognized as irradiation stirred him from his not-so-conscious stimulus. Quickly swallowing, Charles raises his back a little, feeling his limbs awaken from their slumber. He grunts as something fuzzy covers his face. The smell of fresh apples drifts over his nostrils as he breathes for dry air. A female voice vibrates around him, saying his name. With each spur, his head is jolted, making him slightly dizzy.
-"Y-Yes?" Charles asks in response.
-"Oh thank god." Someone says.
Jolting backwards, Charles is gripped tightly by frail arms. His arm drifts upwards to meet the tan arms that clasped around his chest; running his fingers along the callused skin.
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Void of almost any immediate concern, John looks up to the little girl. She was short-tempered and a quick thinker.
-"Go ahead." John says behind an old mans voice.
The little girl frowns as she gazes down on John. This man was not like many others she came across in her journeys, he was laid-back, almost uncaring, but at the same time, caring. It was hard to explain.
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Kronesian Empire-The Kronesian Empire is a vast, human-faring Empire made up of several conquered lands, the capital city of this Empire is Kronesia. Citizens born into the Empire are referred to as "Kronesians", they follow a very relaxed set of rules and are considered common in Belleterres. The Kronesian Empire is strongly modeled after the Roman Empire, being they adopted a very similar set of rules, traditon, and cultures. Kronesian rule is fair and expands across the majority of Belleterres, having conquered many lands. They are allied with two separate nations in total and act as the sole governing factor over the lands. Previously Barbarians, somewhere along the line, presumed after conquering the long-lost Leonadis Empire, the Kronesians had adopted the Leonadisans culture, becoming a more civilizated group. Eventually, the formed an Empire that'd rule over their conquered lands.
Pethenian Empire-Based off of the Egyptian and Persian Empires, the Pethenian is a strictly ruled Empire made up of blended cultures. Pethenians have ruled lands they inherrited from the Kronesians. However, despite this action of peace, the Pethenians later became hostile towards the Kronesians and have been in conflict for hundreds of years. Pethenians rule in previously conquered lands and have control over a large portion of sea trade. Under their rule, the Pethenians have established major trade routes, causing cultural diffusion, leading to the Kronesians to adopt some of their cultures, and the Pethenians to adopt theirs.
The Chinqua's-An Elven Group of barbaric conquerers, the Chinqua's are a strongly militaristic organization similar to the Mongols. They travel primarily by horseback and have a tolerant, peaceful, yet brutal rule. These Elves strongly oppose any rule that isn't theirs and often threaten many lands. They are the most intimidating besides the Epirus.
The Epirus-Focused primarily on militant-strength, the Epirus are humans who choose to follow a very strict set of rules that govern their small nation. Built under the Kronesian Empire, the Epirus are allied with the Kronesians, working as their secondary military. Epirus are modeled after the Spartans and follow very similar customs. They are a tolerant group of humans who have high-expectations.
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Ex-The dog trudged along the gravel path. The path was a barren rug, desolate of anything nice. The dog continues onward, keeping at a steady pace.
To fix this problem, use other describing words to change things up.
Ex. The red tipped sparrow descended over the vibrant, lush green mountain valley. Basking in the view of the bird's majestic colors, the man smiles to himself, it was a sight to see. Side swiping to the left, the beauty twirls.
See how smooth and clean that was, redundancy is somewhat ridged.