It's the year 2020. Technology is booming. Cancer treatments and cures, cybernetics, androids, computers, vehicles, you name it. Chances are, if you've heard of it before, it's been improved or invented. That's the problem; humans did too much. In an attempt to discover ways to travel faster through space, to make travel between planets easier and faster, scientists experimented with inter-dimensional prototypes. The objective was to open a wormhole through another dimension that lead to another location, as a sort of 'warp travel'. It was working, and a wormhole was opened. But it wasn't a wormhole. It was a portal. Thousands upon thousands of monstrosities poured out. Nonhuman creatures, things that were grotesque and powerful. Demons. They poured out of the portal in a seemingly endless stream. They tore through the lab, out into the city, and virtually overnight the entire country of Sweden (where the experiments had been taking place) was wiped off the map. Shapeshifter demons learned how to invade boats and airplanes, to carry demonic troops all over the world, and within a month, most of the world had been taken over by the demons. But it wasn't only demons that were expelled onto Earth. There was a virus, harmless to humans. Beneficial, even. It made them slightly faster and stronger, smarter, virtually improved in every way. It wasn't enough to make the small amount of humans that contracted it able to stand up to the demons, but it didn't matter, they weren't looking to take back Earth yet. The humans solely lived in the shells of old cities, barely surviving. It was this survival that created Them. Women who had contracted the virus, and had children with men whom also contracted it had greatly enhanced children. They had the same attributes as their parents, aside from one thing; elemental powers. These few children with powers were easily able to kill demons, even at young ages. The small pockets of civilization trained them to be fighters, to take back buildings and cities. They were sent out into the world, to retake their planet from the demonic invaders. Few survived. In the ruins of an old city, there were traces of the old world. Dogtown replaced the city's true name. Nothing but dogs and wolves lived here, and occasionally hellhounds (dogs infected with the demonic virus, though not evil. Just bigger, and occasionally sprouting flames or other odd physical characteristics) . It was a perfect place to start rebuilding. Ten years after the demons invaded, it was empty, save for the dogs and the occasional salvager. Fastforward another few years, and a few small tribes of humans moved in, rebuilding the upper levels of skyscrapers, making them homes and bases to wage war on the demons. Spread by word of mouth, small tribes of humans would move to the outskirts of the city, trying to rebuild. Dogtown became an area many people called home, and it was safe, relatively speaking. Many merchants and traders were located in Dogtown, creating a population boom. A few buildings were restored, small gardens and even a farm or two cropped up, and the formation of an organized militia all contributed to Dogtown becoming the first 'real' civilization post-demon invasion. Throughout all of these events, the demons were always present, though many met their end at the hands of Dogtown's militia. The citizens thought themselves safe. Even when scouts reported a horde of demons numbering in the hundreds approaching Dogtown, they felt safe. The militia set up perimeters and ambush points in preparation for a fight. They won against the initial wave. Then the waves kept getting bigger and bigger, until hundreds became thousands. Throughout it all, Dogtown endured. Citizens and guards alike fought side-by-side to defend their homes. Though they didn't feel safe, they felt that they could hold against the demonic forces. Until the Greater Demon showed up. The monstrosity appeared alone, landing on top of a skyscraper and emitting a roar that shook the city. Some of the smaller demons fled. A lot of citizens hurriedly packed up and ran, too. None of them made it. The fifteen-foot tall Greater engaged the human forces head-on, it's scorpion-like tail and wicked black claws making short work of human flesh, while it's powerful legs, armored red scales, and giant bat wings made it impossible to land a damaging blow. The chieftain of the first tribe in Dogtown set out with his finest warriors to fight the demon. None of them survived. It seemed like the demons were finally wiping out every last human, and there was no way to stop them. Among the panicked and desolate remnants of the population stood a nonchalant teenager in a black, hooded coat. The details of what happened aren't really known, but whoever the boy was, he contained immense power. The Greater Demon's constant, terrifying roars just ceased suddenly, and when the first few survivors poked their heads out to see what happened, they were greeted with the sight of the Demon pinned to the side of a building, dead. The boy wasn't seen again. After that, a strange radio broadcast started popping up in the area, over any open frequency. Humans got cocky again. They make a new civilization in the ruins of an old one, and it takes a couple weeks to topple it again. One of those demon sonofabitches takes out an entire city? You kidding me? Heh, whatever. You wanna see more of 'em dead, come find me. Don't bother if you're weak. There's a rumor floating about Dogtown that the mysterious broadcaster is the same as the unknown teen in the black coat. The first child of the elements to be seen in months. Then, is his call to arms for humans, or for children of the elements? Okay, so this is a little half-assed, but a more vague version of this written by a twelve-year-old is what interested me in roleplaying, so I thought, "What the hell?" and decided to remake it. Basically, demon apocalypse, teenagers/kids with special powers roam around and kick the shit out of them. There's more, of course but y'know. I don't really do character sheets if I can help it, but if you want to post them, go ahead. Standard roleplaying rules apply, no godmodding, no cybering in the forum (what you do in PMs is your business), and no Mary-Sues or Gary-Stus. Hell, nobody is gonna be perfect in an apocalyptic world. Be realistic, even though this roleplay isn't. Any other questions, fire away.