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- Modern, Horror, Futuristic/Scifi, Apocalypse, Crime/Detective, Magical, Science Fiction, Realistic Fiction, Suspense/Thriller.
Every day was the same. The same dimly lit lights flickering on. Waking up in the same grey walls, the white bed and blue bed sheets. It wasn’t all bad though. We got food, water, energy, hell even a telly, though it played old black and white re-runs of the same perky red-headed, bubbly wife and her Italian, hard-working husband.
The same routine. For the children and “almost adult”, get up. Dress in your vault suit. Stay hygienic. Eat. Go to class for the hours then do whatever homework or after class activities. The classes were brainwashing. “The Overseer is always right.” “The vault is the only safe place for you.” “The outside world isn’t right for you.” “Listen. Learn. Do.”
Similar to the young, the adults follow the same routine. Except instead of class, they go to their assigned G.O.A.T occupations. Keeping the energy running, to keep the food and water fresh, to keep everyone healthy and radiation free. Already listen. Already learned. Just do. Follow the rules and everything is fine.
Turns out all you needed was confidence, a few simple clips, and food to rule. And that’s just what the Overseer did. Give everyone a warm safe rapture and its fine.
Let’s just have another safe in the vault.
[Let's start our characters off with waking up, their routine, how they feel, who they speak to or whatever, what they did in class and how they acted.
Then our characters can interact in the lounge area or if you have suggestions that'd be cool to.
.....I'm also doing this really late at night and not exactly on point as I was before....so sorry if it started off a bit trippy. Thanks fam.]