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Azuremoon
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Dinosaurs // Nuclear - Radiation // Human - Survival // Zombies // Raiders // Inbred-Hilbillies
(f**k yeah)
"You can't wake up here. Because this city; this city never sleeps."
~ Welcome to good ole' New York City ~
The war started almost two centuries ago. The fighting stopped when both sides were gone, but the war...
Well, you know.
War never changes.
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Right after the bombs dropped, anyone watching from, say, space would think humanity was all whipped-out. and with good reason. For a hundred years the only thing that moved across the Earth's surface was the radiated waters and clouds of nuclear radiation on the ground. For a century things just stagnated in nuclear waste - varmints that had been left alive bred, and mutated to become fearsome, large predators. This was the least note-worthy events however the radiation mutated the bacteria found on fossils under the earth. The bacteria began to grow according to the few strands of DNA left in or on fossils and at the turn of the first century after the war... things began to raise.
Big things.
Your old cat, Mittens, rose from the back yard - but with a very displeased disposition.
Remember your old gram? Yeah? Well, she clawed her way out of her coffin and out of the cemetery and got in a fight with a huge, mutated rat because it wanted it's flesh and, well, so did she.
Things got interesting when the bigger things started tearing out of hell. Prehistoric things. Triassic to Cretaceous period things.
Dinosaurs.
Nuclearly-mutated Dinosaurs.
A pack of once chicken sized Velociraptor was now strutting around Chicago at five feet tall, with the ability to glide and a terrible, terrible temper.
At a hundred and fifty years after the supposed extinction of humanity, dinosaurs had rose from the grave, nuclearly-mutated, and soon bred themselves back to the top of the food chain. They're populations spread like fire. They took up forests, jungles and the empty spots between cities and metropolises. They avoided the actual cities, for the most part, and let the earth naturally encroach back over them.
Once dinosaurs and nature had fully, once again, taken over the planet again... it had been two-hundreds years after humans destroyed everything, and they started popping back up.
Before the rain of nuclear-fire and smoke of deadly radiation some humans were able to hide away. Less then one percent of each large country hide away in specially designed 'Vaults' that allowed for there survival. These vaults were huge. Colossal, in fact. You could city multiple cities in each one and each were stocked with the means and tools to create and create as the need arose. The smallest of these Vaults was the one underneath the city of New York known only as 'Vault Manhattan.'. The encompasses the entire island and even underneath the ocean so the small surrounding islands could be accessed once humanity finally emerged.
This is our story. The story of the inhabitants that emerged from Vault Manhattan, into a cruel, nuclearly devastated world of greed and deceit from fellow man, and fear of the hunt from the colossal reptiles that roamed the land, patrolled the sky, and lurked under the waves. No where is safe and everything is vulnerable.
...and up for grabs.
Vault Manhattan wasn't the only Vault that started waving the red flag of human resilience. The Vault in Boston began showing life, and surprisingly, in Marryland where there had been no vault, even there human life was popping up though... in Maryland the life was mutated and a bit unstable, and by unstable, I mean mutated, inbred and trigger happy with a buck-shot shotgun.
Still though, life found a way.
Naturally, when the leaders of Vault Manhattan learned of those from Vault Boston they feigned happiness, but as time passed... it became a competition. Both civilizations snuck around the prehistoric predators between cities and took whatever military equipment they passed until they found Florida. Boston wants it, and being a state-wide vault, it has the numbers to take it, However... the survivors from Manhattan want it too, and though they lack the numbers they're closer. They soon became enemies in a similar pursuit of more territory. Even after nearly genocide-ing their own race... humankind fails to coexist with itself.
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Vault Boston - Bostonians
Boston Colonies - Bostonites
Vault Manhattan - New Yorkers
Manhattan Colonies - Yorkies
Maryland - Marymen
Our story takes place with the survivors from Manhattan. Their manifest destiny, and pursuit of Florida and battle against the Bostonians.
Manhattan his three classes of population:
(f**k yeah)
"You can't wake up here. Because this city; this city never sleeps."
~ Welcome to good ole' New York City ~
The war started almost two centuries ago. The fighting stopped when both sides were gone, but the war...
Well, you know.
War never changes.
---
Right after the bombs dropped, anyone watching from, say, space would think humanity was all whipped-out. and with good reason. For a hundred years the only thing that moved across the Earth's surface was the radiated waters and clouds of nuclear radiation on the ground. For a century things just stagnated in nuclear waste - varmints that had been left alive bred, and mutated to become fearsome, large predators. This was the least note-worthy events however the radiation mutated the bacteria found on fossils under the earth. The bacteria began to grow according to the few strands of DNA left in or on fossils and at the turn of the first century after the war... things began to raise.
Big things.
Your old cat, Mittens, rose from the back yard - but with a very displeased disposition.
Remember your old gram? Yeah? Well, she clawed her way out of her coffin and out of the cemetery and got in a fight with a huge, mutated rat because it wanted it's flesh and, well, so did she.
Things got interesting when the bigger things started tearing out of hell. Prehistoric things. Triassic to Cretaceous period things.
Dinosaurs.
Nuclearly-mutated Dinosaurs.
A pack of once chicken sized Velociraptor was now strutting around Chicago at five feet tall, with the ability to glide and a terrible, terrible temper.
At a hundred and fifty years after the supposed extinction of humanity, dinosaurs had rose from the grave, nuclearly-mutated, and soon bred themselves back to the top of the food chain. They're populations spread like fire. They took up forests, jungles and the empty spots between cities and metropolises. They avoided the actual cities, for the most part, and let the earth naturally encroach back over them.
Once dinosaurs and nature had fully, once again, taken over the planet again... it had been two-hundreds years after humans destroyed everything, and they started popping back up.
Before the rain of nuclear-fire and smoke of deadly radiation some humans were able to hide away. Less then one percent of each large country hide away in specially designed 'Vaults' that allowed for there survival. These vaults were huge. Colossal, in fact. You could city multiple cities in each one and each were stocked with the means and tools to create and create as the need arose. The smallest of these Vaults was the one underneath the city of New York known only as 'Vault Manhattan.'. The encompasses the entire island and even underneath the ocean so the small surrounding islands could be accessed once humanity finally emerged.
This is our story. The story of the inhabitants that emerged from Vault Manhattan, into a cruel, nuclearly devastated world of greed and deceit from fellow man, and fear of the hunt from the colossal reptiles that roamed the land, patrolled the sky, and lurked under the waves. No where is safe and everything is vulnerable.
...and up for grabs.
Vault Manhattan wasn't the only Vault that started waving the red flag of human resilience. The Vault in Boston began showing life, and surprisingly, in Marryland where there had been no vault, even there human life was popping up though... in Maryland the life was mutated and a bit unstable, and by unstable, I mean mutated, inbred and trigger happy with a buck-shot shotgun.
Still though, life found a way.
Naturally, when the leaders of Vault Manhattan learned of those from Vault Boston they feigned happiness, but as time passed... it became a competition. Both civilizations snuck around the prehistoric predators between cities and took whatever military equipment they passed until they found Florida. Boston wants it, and being a state-wide vault, it has the numbers to take it, However... the survivors from Manhattan want it too, and though they lack the numbers they're closer. They soon became enemies in a similar pursuit of more territory. Even after nearly genocide-ing their own race... humankind fails to coexist with itself.
---
Vault Boston - Bostonians
Boston Colonies - Bostonites
Vault Manhattan - New Yorkers
Manhattan Colonies - Yorkies
Maryland - Marymen
Our story takes place with the survivors from Manhattan. Their manifest destiny, and pursuit of Florida and battle against the Bostonians.
Manhattan his three classes of population:
- Citizen: A worker. Someone who learns a skill at a young age that benefits the community and is given a home as long as they preform their skill for the betterment of Manhattan. (Construction, bartenders, doctors, etc.) A housekeeper - A spouse, male or female, that raises children, maintains the home and protects a families possessions while the other works.
- Law Enforcement: Soldier, City Security and Scouts. MLE (Manhattan Law Enforcment) men and women either patrol the safe and maintained districts of Manhattan, the inner Vault and any small communities outside. Soldiers move out and about the cities, in-danger of predators and Marymen. Scouts sneak about the shadows and back roads, looking for old-world military bases for weapons and tech, as well as areas for new communities and claiming land in Florida
- City Council: These are the big-wigs that manage the 'currency', weapons and distributed goods. Though, 'distributed goods' is a term used rather loosely, it's more of 'you buy it or obtain it, you can sell it or use it'. These guys make the rules and tend to not follow them. Typical, human government.
Our story begins with a group of New Yorker Scouts (either an actual scout, stowaway, hired gun, prisoner, tagalong, etc...)
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Character Sheet:
____________________Manhattan Citizen Application
- Name:
- Job: (Citizen, Law Enforcement or City Council)
- Age:
- Gender:
- Picture ID:
- Biography:
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Rules (constantly updated)
(the typical banter and BS)
Rules (constantly updated)
(the typical banter and BS)
- No godmodding or powerplay. Or else... oh, I don't know, dinosaur fodder.
- Control your own character, not the characters of others.
- Avoid one-liners. Sometimes its necessary, but not always.
- Grammar. I don't want to guess at what you're saying.
- Walls of text that don't actually say anything. It's like a one-liner, but with brain vommit
- You may have up to two characters
- ...
Player list: 6/6
- Oliver Maccy (Azuremoon)
- Drake Forester (Lonewolf888978)
- Aurelia Navmos (Zora18)
- Currently unmade character (Sir Pinkleton)
- Eddison del Toro (Pellegrino)
- Currently unmade character (Drallinix)
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