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| 19 Sep 2014 01:21 AM
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This is going to be a post-apocalyptic RP, where we have all of the knowledge of our ancestors, and know that we're doomed.
The world is a wasteland. The atmosphere is toxic. There is no food. Water is scarce. You must find shelter. And you must live with whoever you meet in these shelters.
I'm not sure how I will do this.
But here's what I think:
You can choose your gender. You can choose your age. You can choose to be injured or not.
I'll start off the RP and give a bit of backstory and detail as to what has happened, then you guys can join in.
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| 19 Sep 2014 01:28 AM
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Alright so here's the RP so far (the intro).
There was nothing different about the day, except for the fact that it was a Tuesday. It was the first of January, and everyone in the United States was preparing themselves for the New Year. Families were out shopping, eating dinner together, enjoying each other's company.
Everyone else had the same plans, whether they were in South America, Europe, or Australia. They were all getting ready for a fresh, new start. A brand new year. No one knew that the clock would strike midnight and something strange would happen.
As the clock struck midnight, everyone around the world fainted. Every living creature on Earth was asleep. This is how the apocalypse started.
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| 19 Sep 2014 01:31 AM
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The clock strikes midnight, and I wake up to see my family, friends and neighbors lying on the floor, with their eyes closed. My mom's dead. So is my dad. I feel like crying. But I don't. Instead, I run over to my sister, who's lying there, looking pale. I shake her by the shoulders and shout: "Sara! Wake up!"
She doesn't move, so I shake her harder.
I think she's dead.
Then I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. It's the curtains. The curtains are moving. Suddenly, a man bursts through the window, carrying a gun. He shouts: "Nobody moves!" and points the gun directly at my head. I freeze. He takes out a knife and stabs me in the shoulder. I scream in pain. Then he lets me go. The man walks over to my mom and my dad, who are still unconscious. He checks if they're alive, but they're not. The man shakes his head, then turns around and leaves. I see that he's gone before I collapse onto the ground, bleeding and in pain.
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| 19 Sep 2014 01:34 AM
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So now I'll continue my story, but you can join in whenever you'd like.
If you want to, you could make your own character and post it below mine.
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| 19 Sep 2014 01:43 AM
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I wake up hours later, with a pounding headache and throbbing pain in my right arm.
The blood is dried up on my shoulder. My shoulder is wounded. I'm injured.
I try standing up, and fall back down again. I need help. I need to find someone. I look around my house for food or water, but there is none. The fridge has been empty for weeks, and the cabinets aren't any better. I stumble out of the door and into the yard. The grass is dead. Everything is dry and cracked. This is hell.
I look up at the sky. There are no birds. No airplanes. Just a dark, cloudy sky. I've never seen the sky this dark before. It looks almost as if it's going to rain, but the sun is out, so it probably won't.
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| 19 Sep 2014 04:21 AM
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I wake up, bleeding and bruised. My face is swollen and my cheekbones are sore. I can't feel my legs. I'm paralyzed. But I'm alive. My name is Alex. I'm 15 years old and I live in New York City.
The sun is shining brightly through the window. It's morning. I think. I don't know how long I've been asleep. Days? Weeks? Months? It could be anything.
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| 19 Sep 2014 10:55 AM
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I get up, slowly. The world spins around me. I vomit. I'm dizzy. My stomach hurts. I fall back down on the floor.
I try to open my eyes again. But they're still too heavy to move. I try again. And again. And again. Finally, they open. I see my house. My living room. My couch. I look around. Everything looks the same. Nothing has changed since the day before. Well, except for one thing. The TV isn't working anymore. There's a red light flashing on the screen, and it says: "ERROR".
I hear footsteps in the distance. Someone's coming! Who is it? What does he want?
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| 19 Sep 2014 01:02 PM
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I wake up with a start. A man is standing over me. He's tall and skinny, and his face looks like he's never seen happiness. He has brown hair and blue eyes. He wears black jeans and a white t-shirt. He's wearing black gloves.
The man grabs me by the collar of my shirt and drags me towards him. Then he pulls out a knife and stabs me in the shoulder. I scream in pain. Blood pours out of my wound. I feel myself fading away. I'm going to die...
Then suddenly, my eyes open. It feels like I've been sleeping for days, but it could have been hours.
"Welcome back, Alex." Says the man, who's still holding the knife to my throat. I'm alive!
"I'm here to take you somewhere safe. Are you ready?" He asks. I nod and he lets go of me. The man leads me into the kitchen, where there are some groceries. He gives me a bottle of water and some food. He says: "Drink this." So I do. It's cold and refreshing.
Once I've had enough to eat and drink, we walk out of my house. We get into a car that's parked on the street outside of my house. The man starts the engine and drives off. Where are we going? What is going to happen?
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| 19 Sep 2014 01:05 PM
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I look around the car. There are two seats in front of us and one seat in back. Next to me is an empty seat. Who sits there? Does anyone else sit there? I don't know.
The man looks over at me and asks: "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes," I say. "Thank you for saving my life."
The man smiles. "You're welcome. Now just relax and enjoy the ride."
I settle into the backseat and close my eyes. I feel safe. I'm not alone anymore...
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