Chatterbox: Inkwell

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.