Congratulations, Survivors. You have made it to month four. You must know how to survive. How much longer do you think you can stand being alone? Trusting no one. Not long, I presume. ~~~~~ Welcome to the Dystopian War. Five months ago, the human race was alerted of an unidentified object heading for Earth, slowing as it neared. Ten days after it was first spotted, it broke through the atmosphere. They called it a UFO, though that reminded too many of small circular flying discs. This was no such thing. This was twice the size of New York's Central Park. It was a huge, hulking mass of metal that waved - even without wind. For three weeks, there was no movement as it hovered above Washington, DC. No contact. Even when a fighter jet had fired, there was no provocation. Not then, at least. Four months ago, they began. Hidden sleepers within the military were awaken, taking down a good portion of the military across the world. Sleepers. Aliens who looked like us. The rumors are said that they were people others grew up around. They knew them for decades even. People horded together for protection. This must have been a strategic movement by Them, because their next attack was unseen. What can go from continent to continent without raising suspicion? What can be everywhere without being a threat? Birds. Their next weapon was birds. It had to have been them. A virus so deadly it wiped out three quarters of the human population. No cure. No treatment. It slowly liquified your insides until you bled them out every orifice you could imagine. It started like the flu for the first week, then it progressed quickly after that. Most people died after six days. Some who were the unlucky would survive ten. The rest of us. The rest left after the virus took our friends and families. We are called the Survivors. We had an immunity to the virus. Now we survive. Alone. It is the only way to know we are safe from deception. The enemy could be anyone. The military still existed, but if you were smart, you stayed away. Large populations were a death sentence. And now, as the months pass and food and clean water become harder and harder to come by, a few Survivors must choose to band together in hopes of further survivor, or let valid paranoia slowly kill them. ~~~~~ The Green Flash is like a pulse bomb from flying metal discs they send to where people gathered. Killing most instantly - incinerating them. Also, you may be an alien - out to kill, or secretly helping the humans. You can reveal it in your bio, or throughout the RP. Name: Age: Appearance: Preferred weapon: Personality: Family - Dead or Alive: Goal: Name: Sophia Lockwood Age: 17 Appearance: Preferred weapon: Three daggers she stole from an abandoned pawn shop in downtown Indianapolis. She also carries a shotgun she has yet to use. Personality: Family - Dead or Alive: Before They came, she had an older brother and father whom she was separated from, a younger sister and mother who both came down with The Death. Goal: To find her brother if he was alive. She suspects her father died when he was at the navy base the day the Green Flash occurred in Indianapolis. RULES: Add to this! This is your story too. I make the basic plot, but the rest is up to you. Lead. Follow. Add twists. Someone who you saw die is alive, awesome. Someone you loved or knew is an Alien. Go for it. You have some major traumatic events happen in succession? WOO! No controlling other characters. Add multiple characters! Descriptions, please. Make your posts lengthy. If there isn't much to do, add some backstory. Add scenery. I understand sometimes you can really only make a small one-liner post on occasion. That's fine as long as the whole RP is not covered in it. Sexual encounters are fine, but they must be relevant to the storyline. No in-depth descriptions of these, though.