Hey guys, I've noticed the site has pretty much died. But I want to try for a roleplay, one last time. If this doesn't work out, then shit. If you're still active on the site, I encourage you to participate, so it's not completely dead. Anyways, let's start. (Apologies in advance if the writing is a bit crude, haven't stretched these muscles in a while.) On October 9, the world was the same. Every went about their day as normal, safe and sound. On October 10, in one day, the world was set ablaze. Everything was changed in an instant. No one knew what happened, no one knows now. All they know, is that the horizon turned green, and people went crazy. It was believed to be some type of neurotoxin, it infected people at random, and changed them in different ways. First, there were the crazies. It gave them an insatiable bloodlust and an uncontrollable urge to destroy. They would rape, murder and burn everyone in their sight. Except for each other, they would stick together in packs, working together to cause as much pain as they can. Second, their were the spooks. All sorts of people, even the healthiest of the mind, broke down and developed Schizophrenic Paranoia. They would hide away from others and society, and this made them easy prey for the crazies. Third, were the immunes. Those who weren't affected by the green horizon. They had to sit and watch as their family and friends killed each other. Most tried to evacuate via the military, but the Army had already caved in on itself. Most survivors are Nomads, scavenging and surviving as they can. Within the first day, mass riots and massacres broke out through the world. Within the second day, most military strength was obliterated. Within the third, all Superpowers and strong governments had collapsed. Within the fourth, all power had shut off, and darkness consumed the world. After the fifth, the world as everyone knew was gone. Most immunes only made up 1/3 of the previous population, only 2 billion of 7. Despite their small number, the survivors banded together to form settlements and try to rebuild civilizations. Their experiences make up several stories and legends in the Ruins of North America. Ours takes place in Connecticut. The Remnants of the Military gathered up in the Northeastern part of the state, built up a wall, and declared it a Quarantine Zone. No one gets in, no one gets out. Not until they figure out what has happened. The Nomadic Zones are mostly safe, and made up of settlements created by survivors who were too late to enter the Quarantine Zone. There are many trading routes and small towns turned villages. The Wilderness Territories are filled with overgrown ruins. There's no telling what you'll find when exploring the territories. It's mostly ignored by survivors who like to mind their own business. But to merchants and scavengers, it's a gold mine of supplies. However, their are a good number of crazies hiding there, some of the survivors who venture too far out into the wilderness don't come back. The Ashlands are infavorable to most. After the wall of the Quarantine Zone was built, the Military Remnants were informed of large armies of crazies gathering in these areas. Instead of leading a suicidal assault, they bombed and shelled the western areas into a desert of ash. Very little remains, but bastions of crazies still inhabit the area. Everyone who ventures out too far does not come back. Our adventure takes place two years after The Event. Character Creation: Name: Age: Sex: Appearance: Clothing: Skills: Traits: Weapons: (Either melee or guns, if guns try to be specific and use some real ones. Gun nuts, go wild.) Equipment: Bio: I'll keep on eye on this thread and make the actual RP thread in a bit.