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Cataclysm RP
Cataclysm RP
There are a lot of RPs on the Chatterbox about a post-apocalyptic world, usually caused by war. But what if the apocalypse was caused by natural means? Wikipedia defines Cataclysm as "any catastrophic geological phenomenon," and that's what this RP could be about. A group of people trying to survive after a natural disaster kills most of the earth.
A few options for this disaster could be:
Tsunami
Super volcano
Massive earthquake
Share you're ideas, and I will create a form for characters once we have determined more about the plot. Thank you!
submitted by J.B.E
(April 23, 2015 - 4:24 pm)
(April 23, 2015 - 4:24 pm)
Skitt~
I sit on the roof of a partially Standing house, braiding my hair. I sigh and gaze around. It terrible, so much destruction. Everybody a couple hundred years ago though we would have flying cars. We don't, in fact people today think that. I bet none of them would have thought...this would happen. I sigh.
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I'll post more later, gtg!
(April 26, 2015 - 3:22 am)
Thomas~
Two months. I've been on the run for two months.
The longest I've ever been away from that school is a week. But now, I couldn't go back if I wanted to. Not after that... thing happened. I was well out of Sydney, but the lights of the city still twinkled in the distance. Then, they all went out. All at once.
A few hours later the earthquakes started. The land shook like it was being pounded to bits by giants. I saw the city burn. I watched in terrified confusion as buildings toppled. Then,the land lurched so hard I fell to the rocky ground.
Now everywhere I go, nothing looks right. The land is rigged, with more bumps and cracks then it should have. I'm stuck in this blasted desert, with a twisted ankle and a bag of dwindling supplies that won't last me for much longer. All I can do is keep moving forward and hopefully get some information about what the heck happened.
Twomonths.s
(April 26, 2015 - 9:11 am)
NYC? Perfect!
Name: Ciara
Age: 13
Appearance: Black hair and dark grey eyes that are almost black. Tall, wearing black.
Personality: Dark, kind of a loner.
Talents: Languages; she speaks almost every one!, gymnatsics, swordfighting
City of Orign: Dublin, Ireland
(April 26, 2015 - 12:54 pm)
Tori-
I sat in the darkness of the old alleyway of someplace in Tokyo. Suddenly I hear footsteps. I unsheathe my dagger and wait.
(April 26, 2015 - 6:56 pm)
Thomas~
Desert.
Desert.
Desert.
It's all I see for miles. The land is still weirdly warped, with ridges as high as mountains to the east. Or maybe that's just a hallucination. I am running out of water, after all. It probably will only last me a few more days. There's no one out here, unless of course you count lizards. And I don't.
Desert.
Desert.
And then, a house.
It comes out of nowhere over the crest of a small hill. In astonishment, I drop my backpack onto the parched ground. It's a small white cottage with a red-thatched roof, which seems to be unaffected by the earthquakes. I hurriedly scoop up my pack and sprint to the house, wasting precious energy. If it's occupied, though, the run will be more than worth it.
I reach the cottage. Strange, the paint has a new shine to it, like it was just painted today. I casually brush my finger against the side of the house. When I look back at my hand, there's paint on it. It was painted today! But who would bother with house painting in a place like this?
The windows seem pristine, but the interior is so dark I can't see anything. So I cautiously raise a fist to the brown wooden door. I knock three times.
The door opens a crack. Beady eyes stare back at me from the other side of the door.
A man's voice, which sounds as thirsty as I feel, speaks.
"Come in."
(April 28, 2015 - 3:09 pm)
Neal~
All wrong. All terribly wrong. A trip to New York City. And now this.
My parents are gone. I don't know where anyone is. Is anyone even ALIVE?
"Helloo? Please reply? HELLO?!" I call out. No one. Not a single soul. I limp foward, looking around.
Fallen buildings, cracks in the ground... Blood and bodies. Mother. Father. Sister.
"Please... Mum, Dad, Mellie... Wake up... No..." I cradle Mellie, her cold body making my shiver. Only 5. Only 5 years old.
"Why why why..." I bang my head against the ground. No one.
No one.
All wrong. All terribly wrong.
(April 28, 2015 - 4:36 pm)