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BittyKitty1
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WHAT HAPPENED?
Everything seemed so fine just last year... When the world was normal. When life went like every other life should.
Then, IT happened. "IT" is the name of some terrible occurance. Nobody knows exactly what started IT, but it was a massive chain reaction. People began to panic. Governments began to fail. Anarchy settled in.
Now, Anarchy is the only way of life. Gangs have begun to form. Cruelty has settled in. Murder is a daily occurence. You must be on your toes to survive here. There is little food left, and people are turning to the only form of protien left... Eachother.
Will you survive?
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IN CHARACTER
Gypsy wandered through the destroyed houses. She clutched a broken piece of glass, which was her only weapon. With her came a big dog. She had been feeding him when she could, and in return he followed and hunted for her. He also alerted her of danger.
When he started barking, Gypsy dipped behind a rusty old dumpster and watched, wanting a glimpse of the stranger.
Everything seemed so fine just last year... When the world was normal. When life went like every other life should.
Then, IT happened. "IT" is the name of some terrible occurance. Nobody knows exactly what started IT, but it was a massive chain reaction. People began to panic. Governments began to fail. Anarchy settled in.
Now, Anarchy is the only way of life. Gangs have begun to form. Cruelty has settled in. Murder is a daily occurence. You must be on your toes to survive here. There is little food left, and people are turning to the only form of protien left... Eachother.
Will you survive?
SIGN UP FOR SURVIVAL
Name:
Appearance:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Personality:
Aggressive?: (Will they attack instantly, or want to talk?)
Lovelife?: Are they open for relationships?
Other: Anything else?
IN CHARACTER
Gypsy wandered through the destroyed houses. She clutched a broken piece of glass, which was her only weapon. With her came a big dog. She had been feeding him when she could, and in return he followed and hunted for her. He also alerted her of danger.
When he started barking, Gypsy dipped behind a rusty old dumpster and watched, wanting a glimpse of the stranger.