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POST-APOCOLYPTIC RP
POST-APOCOLYPTIC RP
No, this is not a continuation or redo of the other one. This is a brand-new RP I made up myself.
What happened is this.
In the future, technology kept expanding, as we know it will. Bigger and better computers, TVs, iPhones, and bombs were made. These bombs, even though the world recognized them as dangerous, kept upgrading and upgrading until they built the ultimate bomb.
A bomb that could blow the world to pieces.
It was an amazing atomic discovery, and scientists everywhere rejoiced. But then their faces fell. They frowned. Because if this bomb got into the wrong hands, the world would vanish.
So they started thinking.
First, the bomb was destroyed, even though they could not find the instructions to make it.
Then, they made the most important descision anyone has ever made.
They decided to start over.
So they started working. Day and night, night and day, scientists all over the world toiled to create a bomb that would fix every mistake mankind had ever made.
Then, one day, Doctor R.J. Lupin made it.
It was another bomb. No one knows what was in the interior except Dr. Lupin, who slid all of his notes in his pocket. The bomb was televised. Everyone got ready, or as ready as they could be for the end of the world as they knew it.
Five... four... three... two... one...
Dr. Lupin set off the bomb.
If anyone from space had looked down and watched, they would have called the transformation odd. Cities vanished. Continents shrank. All global warming receaded. Greens of all shapes and colors grew.
And everyone on Earth forgot pretty much everything.
They still knew how to talk. They knew how to write and do basic math that was needed in life. They knew what to eat and what to drink. The basics. But they didn't really know anything else. They didn't even know their own names.
People all around the new world stood up. They shook their heads. They looked around.
They vanished.
Some never showed up again. Some did. The point was, humankind had been overpopulated, so they were thinned out.
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End of story! And the beginning. Because this is where the RP begins. A whole new world, a whole new life.
The form, and my charrie!
Name: Danae Winters; she made it up herself.
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Appearance: Wavy hair that shrouds her face, which is small and round. Her eyes are a chocolate brown. She's rather short for her age.
Personality: She's a very controlling person. Bossy and stubborn, Danae usually gets her way by turning on "The Charm". If that doesn't work, though, she gets very persuasive. Being very short-minded, she sees people as either on her side or not on her side, period. If they're on her side, they should do what she says. If they're not, they should be.
Other: She has an incredible singing voice and uses it all the time.
submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(October 14, 2015 - 7:44 pm)
(October 14, 2015 - 7:44 pm)
I honestly don't understand what happened. You said you had whisps, my idea of a name, but you're Frost. Did you think I was leaving or something? And Foxhound, can I change what I say a bit? I think my character would react differently..
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As I raced into the woods, I leapt up and laughed. Then I ran over to a tree and threw myself onto it. My sudden, happy mood evaporated gradually because I longed for a real person to hug. I was all alone with no memory of any events that happened previously. I had no clue where I was. I immediatley stopped thinking about this dillemma, though, when I heard footsteps behind me. Running footsteps. I whipped around, my long, white hair trailing behind me. In the split second that I used to turn around, I realized that my hair was white, but that was wrong. My hair wasn't white... But I had no time to dwell on that. I finished turning, and saw before me a red-haired girl wearing two braids, heavy clothing,and a belt of sharp objects. The most striking part of her, by far, were her scars. Her neck had a few deep, half-healed cuts inflicted by someone very murderous, that was for sure. Looking down, I flinched, for her fingers had been cut open at the tips, and the top of her middle one had a part missing. She was extremely filthy. Her hair was coated in dirt, and she looked like she'd taken a mud bath a while ago and never washed herself off. I was startled, and hoped she didn't think I was rude for having such an appaled expression on my face.
"Wh-who are you?" I stuttered. I then asked her the question that had been tiring my mind ever since I'd arrived here. "Do you remember?"
"Remember?" She looked vaguely confused. "What is there to remember?"
"Something happened." I paused. "There was something before this."
Then I frowned, thinking. Did she know her name?
"Do you remember your name?" I asked.
"No... What is a name? I call myself Foxhound," she replied.
She shouldn't have to ask what a name is if she knows it's what someone calls themself, was the first thought that entered my mind. It annoyed me a bit, but I shook it off. She didn't have to talk perfectly. Then I sighed, and was sure to choose my words carefully.
"A name is like a title," rolled off my tongue," but I forgot my own."
She quickly snapped, "I do not care about remembering. I care about surviving. What is the lay of this land? Where's good shelter?"
I was taken aback by her sudden fire. Then a thought entered my mind.
What if she doen't want to talk about it because it makes her sad too?
"But don't you want to know, about your past?" I said gently. "Who you were? What happened? Why you can't remember anything?"
I grew fiercer with each word. How could she not want to know? Why did I? Was I just a sentimental little child unlike anyone else?
She began to growl.
"Questions are not going to keep you alive. I need to get moving before it gets colder. Unless..." She paused. "You would like to come with me. But you cannot slow me down or be cowardly," she finished.
I gave her offer some thought.Then I tried to look into her eyes, but she moved her head and grew very interested in the leaf of a tree nearby.
"Look. I'm not going to just stand here, waiting for someone to come and rescue me. You have no idea how much I've longed to find just one other person like me! I don't know where I came from," I said fiercley in her direction, "and I don't know where I am now. I want to know! I'm that kind of person. To be honest, I don't even know the rest of my personality! I want to remember!"
At this point she looked up from the leaf of her interest. I couldn't read the expression on her face.
"I just don't know..." I trailed off weakly.
I pressed my back onto the lovely tree I had hugged just a few minutes ago and slid down its trunk and onto the ground. I sighed, waiting for an answer, and looked up into her strange, hazel eyes. Suddenly, I remembered a series of words from... before.
You can see a person's soul in their eyes.
(October 23, 2015 - 7:40 pm)
I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT WHISP. I MEANT SHE HAD WISPS OF MEMORY LEFT. PLEASE READ MY POSTS.
(October 25, 2015 - 2:25 pm)
I don't know what happened, Frost was with Rani my charrie.
(October 23, 2015 - 8:23 am)
Danae~
I discover new things all the time.
I explore around my little clearing and into the surrounding forest a bit as well. I figure out that I must have food and water at least daily, and I found some good berries I can eat, and I found that snow is close to water. Which means I can almost drink it... at least, it makes me feel less thirsty.
As my thoughts get more complex, new words enter my head. Soon I have a wide vocabulary- at least, I think I do. I haven't spoken at all since that girl Frost went up to me... I wish I could see someone else. Someone else must know what's going on.
(October 23, 2015 - 8:50 pm)
This sounds so fun! May I join?
Name: Cheyenne Aurora (yes I know those are the names of cities but she decided to make that her name after finding the ruins of a map buried in the dirt.)
Age: she has no clue, although she made a wild guess that she was around 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Curly dark red hair, bright green eyes, tallish, likes to wear denim
Personality: Happy, energetic, sarcastic. she likes being in control and knowing what's going on. she hates feeling so helpless as to not even know her own name.
Other: She has a fluffy white cat that she found, barely alive, and she nursed it back to health and and named it pearl. Oh, and her prized possesion is the map remains she found that day.
(October 24, 2015 - 4:43 pm)
Cheyenne~ (Ok, so I'm starting with she has just woken up. She hasn't found her map yet, and she has no idea what happened)
i slowly opened my eyes. My head throbbed. The world around me seemed to spin. I closed my eyes again, but I still had that spinning sensation. I forced myself to sit up. I had no idea how I had gotten where I was... In fact, where was I? I tried to remember. All I could remember was a loud sound. Really loud, loud enough to block out all other sounds. Then I remembered feeling like I was sinking into the ground. Then I blacked out, and now I'm here. I had. I idea how long I'd been out. Anyway, it didn't matter. I was starving. I needed to find some food. I stumbled around for a while, then found a structure with the top burned off. The sign was almost destroyed, but the words that I could make out said "grocery store" I couldn't quite remember what a "grocery store" was, but I had a vague sensation that I might find some food in there, so I went in. It was dark. All the shelves had been kncoked over. I looked around for a while and found a box that had only been slightly crushed. It said "cereal" I was pretty sure that cereal was good to eat, so I devoured the whole box. It Tasted good, sweet and crunchy. I tossed the box onto the floor and picked up another one to take with me. I walked out of the "grocery store" feeling nervous, like it was only a matter of time before something bad happened.
(October 25, 2015 - 6:09 pm)
I'm sorry guys, but this roleplay is too confusing sooo . . . I'm quitting. Somebody can take over my charrie if they want to. You can kill her off or whatever.
Sloth says gahe. Does he mean gone?
(October 26, 2015 - 9:50 am)
I quit too. I'm busy.
(October 26, 2015 - 2:37 pm)
'Tis fine, Juliet.
Foxhound~
The girl locks eyes with me. Her's are very light blue, searching for something.l can see al her hope, all her fear and loneliness, and something remembered.
l blink, breaking the spell.
She hopes for many things.
You hope for many things.
Beyond us is a world, unknown, undiscovered, and us, not knowing a thing about it. What better time than the present?
(October 28, 2015 - 9:19 pm)
Oh, I changed my mind about the cat. I don't think Cheyenne should have a cat. Ok, that's all =)
(October 29, 2015 - 1:25 pm)
TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DON'T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!
And people, keep commenting.
(October 31, 2015 - 12:19 pm)
TOOOOOOOOOPP!!!!!!!
DON'T DIE!!!!!!
THREAD STAY ALIVE!!!!
PLEASE!!!!!
TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP TOPT 9IOPOPPOPPPO!!!!
You get it...
so top it!
(November 2, 2015 - 9:30 pm)
Thanks for not dying, thread. Keep up the good work!
(November 3, 2015 - 10:41 pm)
I am so honored, thread, that you are steadily miving up... Just because of me!
(November 4, 2015 - 10:39 am)
Cheyenne~
I walked down the cracked path while I snacked on my cereal. I tried to remeber how I had gotten here. NOthing. I shouted in frustration. Why did this have to happen?! My life was pretty much over. No, the world was pretty much over. I walked for a while. My stomach started making noises. I think that meant I was hungry. My ceareal was long gone. I decided to walk back to the grocery store. Maybe I could hang around there for a while. I didn't want anymore cereal. I prowled aroung the store for a while, and found a round green thing with a clear liquid in it. the label said "Sprite". It sounded good. i held the bottle and tried to find some food. I found a box that said "Lunchable" I ripped it open and ate the whole thing, drinking some sprite too. It was getting late. I decided to camp out in the store. I looked around and saw a couple of big fuzzy things(blankets). I laid them ou ton the floor and slept
Is it ok that Cheyenne in in a store? She's basically just found a walmart
(November 4, 2015 - 11:29 am)