Our story begins not too long ago, yet longer than most would ever recall. Upon a hot July day, three men met with one another. Angry, fed up with their lives and the way the world was turning, they all made a pact to change things for what they thought was 'best' for the world. 'Best', a twisted ideal sense of what the world should be. One idea, a dream. That was the day it all began, when the pact was made, the eternal promise to change a corrupt world for the better. Even in good intentions, darkness can emerge. It finds it's way into the heart, sullying even the best of intentions. A darkness that creeps along, under tunnels, and railways. It Is the kind of darkness that we all know is there, we see it in each other- but yet, we know not from where it comes from. Something approached one of the men that day, when the others had left, and he was alone. Promises of an eternal life, a solution, a new start for him and the world, if only he could create something. Fools are the ones who play with fire.... It is February 6th 2008 when it became apparent to everyone. It just started out as some really weird attacks on the news, people disappearing in the dead of night, on the streets in the cities it was soon after that they started evacuating people from the towns, the hospitals were not safe, no where was. You wake up and find that the day is no longer the day. It's the night. As the days crawl by the daylight becomes shorter and the darkness, sooner. At first it is a freak occurrence, governments and scientists arguing over this and that. It isn't until people start disappearing that panic erupts. They disappear for two days. Not a trace, not a sound. What comes back in their place is not what was taken. It looks like them, even sounds like them sometimes. These creatures, these- things, monsters they are not human. Black bile drips from their lips, their eyes are black, an perhaps the worst most disturbing thing about them, is that they whisper. It's hard to make out what they are saying, but it is always feint, always near silent as it exits their lips. They only stay in the darkness and when the light came, they disappeared. More and more appeared as shorter and shorter the days grew. And still, no one could figure out why or what was going on, answers were left as vague theories, why it spread so quickly, no one really knew much about what is happening. Is it a virus? Some suspected as much, others theorized the second coming, even more said the end of days, but before the television stopped broadcasting, this is what they said. "These things that return in the darkness, they are not your loved ones. They are things....The light keeps them at bay, they will not go near it. Stick to any source of light at any cost. Don't get caught in the dark or they will take you." It has been three long years since this day and over a year ago, the darkness descended. Light is your only friend- it protects and guards you from them. Once a day the sun emerges for three hours. The light upon your pale face feels good. It is the only time of day that anyone feels safe from /them/, however, what protects you from the dead doesn't protect you from the living. There is no government anymore. There is no society. There is only survival. There is only light. What will happen to those who survived? Join us and decide for yourself. Summery: So short, sweet, and simple version of this. One day people started vanishing as the days got shorter, replaced by these vile husks of humans that whisper and drag all that step into the darkness to god knows where. Needless to say light is the new currency and people are hardly playing fair. There are so many questions, not enough day to figure it out before /they/ come back. Guns only slow them down, light is the only thing that stops them. Can you survive? Setting: So I wanted to do a post apocalyptic roleplay, however, I didn't necessarily want wasteland fallout nor straight up zombies (because they are slightly overdone.) So I am going to give this a shot. Where we start out is New York, New York. New York is completely dark, the street lights occasionally flicker on and off but primarily it's black. The streets are filled with abandoned cars, signs of salvation posted here and there, places looted and torn asunder, yet other just looking abandoned. OOC: If you have any questions just feel free to let me know. Least on my end and all. Whisperers/Blights/Monsters/Darklings: There are many different names these creatures go by. Many different people call them different things. You may call them whatever you desire. They look like humans, with black bile that bleeds from every open cavern of their body. Eyes, nose, lips. They move like ghosts in the darkness- seemingly soundless. You blink and they have taken ten steps toward you without having made a sound except that infernal whispering. That's all they do is whisper, just always out of ear enough to not understand what they are saying. If one spots you, more are always sure to follow. It's not like they cry out or signal, but like moths to a flame they follow you. If they grab you, it will not be long until your comrades see you in the same condition. Intro If Paris is the city of lights, what then is New York? From its downtown government center where buildings crowd each other like subway passengers, to its midtown glitz of luxury hotels and four-star restaurants casually dispersed among ultra-ultra shops, to the uptown splendor of its high-rise co-ops and condos, New York stands as a symbol of cosmopolitan success. Airline pilots love to bank low over the city before landing at New York Airport, treating the passengers avidly lining the windows to the magnificent skyline. Viewed from above, New York by night resembles nothings so much as a ribbon of diamonds artfully arranged on a pad of deep, rich black velvet. But closer to ground zero today, the view changes. Everything changes. Ever since that day. The now black velvet has an illumination all its own—the cold garish darkness of the lightless sky, the feverish hollowness in the dead eyes of all the 'blights', the inadequate streetlights every blue moonedly flickering here and there. Deeper down in the cross-town depths of the city, the only light is artificial...as the man-made as evil itself. Lucas clutched the flashlight in the midst of one palm, a gun in the other, cold sweat leaving the metal slippery as he tore open his bag. "Come on you piece a' shit- where are you?!" A quick placement and the gun was down, hand writhing around the interior of the satchel. "Come'on, come'on, come'on!!" His voice, frantic, breath leaving into the night air in a cold mist. Then suddenly, it happened again- the light flickered. One flicker, two, three. Upon the third, there was a delay. The darkness seeped in around him as his eyes widened. Lucas frantically smacked the flashlight, "Don't you- not now!" Thankfully the light returned after a few blows. The man looked at it, the expression upon his features were that of utter joy as he continued in. It wasn't long before his hand met the cold cylinder that he was looking for. A battery. Quickly Lucas snatched up the battery, this being a familiar gesture in it's entirety and pocketing it. Every last drop. Every last one was useful and that's when it got scary. He looked around hastily, sapphire gaze following the light as it shown around the ally. Nope- no blights, thank god, that was close. The man rose to his feet, flashlight firmly in grip as he would recollect his possessions from the ground. His attention turned to a nearby doorway. It had to be it. The entrance to this indoor hell hole of a shopping center. He remembered when he and his brother were younger, they came in with their mother. Little hell monsters she called them, what sorta look she would give him now, what she would have thought about all of this. "Johnny, I am on my way...." A swift gesture and the door echoed in the dark forgotten halls as he stepped inside. As if blights weren't bad enough, what the darkness did to some people, heh- was hard to tell the two apart sometimes. In a world where the darkness took over the land, some people couldn't help but loose themselves as well to it.