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PLOT:
The year is 2033, and things are grim. A group of higher-ups - executives, CEOs, presidents past and present, and various others of the elite, have destroyed the world as we know it. The apocalypse, one could say. They declared martial law and proceeded on with the largest global nuclear strike, annihilating those seen as unfit for living - the poor, the hungry, the sad, and everyone else not rich enough to buy protection or influence in their society. Something about "a new world order," and if the common people wanted to survive, in essence, they would have to surrender their rights. That only made it easier for the higher-ups to destroy them - at least the commoners were not as combative as they could've been.
Believing themselves to be the only survivors, the Order has begun rebuilding a world for themselves, filled with greed and hatred.
But a small group of rebel survivors has made it their mission to undermine the Order and regain their lives as lived before the nuclear strike. The Order is aware of their existence, but lack the know-how and the street smarts, making it difficult for the Order to dispose of the rebel forces.
You are part of the rebel alliance. It is your mission to assist in bringing down the Order in whatever way possible. Good luck.
RULES:
For the most part, there are none. Paragraphs are nice, but nothing too lengthy. As far as language, everything goes - vulgarities and all.
Uhhh no one has super powers or anything like that.
I guess feel free to jump in!
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The streets were filthy, but what else was new? Lori was head-first inside a dumpster, her lower half from the waist down flailing somewhat over the edge as she reached inside to feel around. She was looking for anything that could be a weapon. She had learned not to hope for much, but it was possible that a firearm of sorts could be contained inside. The Order, before global destruction, had managed to make possession of weapons an illegality - criminals used to stash them here before they were killed, and Lori was certain that innocent and scared civilians had thrown them out in order to perhaps protect their lives. What a waste that had been...
Lori sighed and flopped out of the dumpster in defeat. Not a god damn thing... It was time to head back to camp, and she wondered if anyone else had found anything of use.
The year is 2033, and things are grim. A group of higher-ups - executives, CEOs, presidents past and present, and various others of the elite, have destroyed the world as we know it. The apocalypse, one could say. They declared martial law and proceeded on with the largest global nuclear strike, annihilating those seen as unfit for living - the poor, the hungry, the sad, and everyone else not rich enough to buy protection or influence in their society. Something about "a new world order," and if the common people wanted to survive, in essence, they would have to surrender their rights. That only made it easier for the higher-ups to destroy them - at least the commoners were not as combative as they could've been.
Believing themselves to be the only survivors, the Order has begun rebuilding a world for themselves, filled with greed and hatred.
But a small group of rebel survivors has made it their mission to undermine the Order and regain their lives as lived before the nuclear strike. The Order is aware of their existence, but lack the know-how and the street smarts, making it difficult for the Order to dispose of the rebel forces.
You are part of the rebel alliance. It is your mission to assist in bringing down the Order in whatever way possible. Good luck.
RULES:
For the most part, there are none. Paragraphs are nice, but nothing too lengthy. As far as language, everything goes - vulgarities and all.
Uhhh no one has super powers or anything like that.
I guess feel free to jump in!
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The streets were filthy, but what else was new? Lori was head-first inside a dumpster, her lower half from the waist down flailing somewhat over the edge as she reached inside to feel around. She was looking for anything that could be a weapon. She had learned not to hope for much, but it was possible that a firearm of sorts could be contained inside. The Order, before global destruction, had managed to make possession of weapons an illegality - criminals used to stash them here before they were killed, and Lori was certain that innocent and scared civilians had thrown them out in order to perhaps protect their lives. What a waste that had been...
Lori sighed and flopped out of the dumpster in defeat. Not a god damn thing... It was time to head back to camp, and she wondered if anyone else had found anything of use.
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