Post by The Laughing Knight on Oct 24, 2010 7:12:01 GMT 12
I have a basic running story for a thread I intend to post/post on, but I need some help with rules, what/what not players can be, and so on. Here is the intro to the thread I have drafted up.
This is how the world ends.
This is how the world ends.
This is how the world ends.
Not a Bang, But a whimper.
-T.S. Elliot, The Wastelands
They called it the Superflu. Captain Tripps, The New Plauge, there were many slang words for it. The essential idea was obvious. All of our problems were started by one man dropping his drink on the wrong box. A tiny breach, something most people wouldn't have even worried about, suddenly brought about the end of the world in such grand and spectacular style that even the Fanatics were supprised. The speed that the disease spread was one that had only been seen once before, a strain of Bird Flu that was contained before it could spread any farther than a few square miles of countryside.
There was no containing this threat. Scientists could not keep ahold of one strand before it abruptly became obsolete. Some days it was airbore, some days it was transmitted by fluid. Some days all you had to do was open a cut, some days if someone spit on you you'd suddenly start to see sores and end up puking your own guts out.
The Superflu was statewide within hours, countrywide within days, and worldwide within two weeks. Before the month was out, roughly eighty five percent of the worlds population was either six feet under or likewise about to be. Tripps, as a viral weapon, worked its magic all too well.
'Take what you want' became the new rule of survival, mob rule became the order of the day. But less than a month after all this, Mob rule suddenly ended, and the new rule of survival simply became obsolete as Tripps killed those who wern't killed by the bickering remnants of humanity over the last drops of the spoils of the slaughter.
The Scientists who remained observed some survivors, noting that in some of them things had changed. One young man they 'persuaded' into coming with them had obviosuly been infected with Tripps, for some time, there was a sore on his face that had nearly taken up his entire cheek. However, he was still lucid, obviously still mobile, and they observed something uniqe. Something had awoken in his mind, something... strange. He was still perfectly normal in terms of a human being, but he seemed to be capeable of more. Just not aware of it.
Soon after, these scientists too fell, ravaged by the disesases carried by their own patients. Such wonderfull diseases as Mandrus, or as it was known on the streets 'Whore Blossoms', and Malaria had made a comeback in these carriers, and those in the company of these men who hadn't died of the SuperFlu fell to these ancient killers.
Silence, fell. Filling the jagged spaces. You, perhaps, were spared of the madness, having the good fourtune to not be infected.. Or the bad luck of falling under and coming back changed, strange. Perhaps you are a raider, perhaps just a normal man or woman trying to find a safe place. What will become of you? Where will you go? It's up to you to decide.
rough draft obviously, but its essentialy a sum up of the state of the in-rp world. Tell me what I need and I'll draft up what is needed as I see fit.
This is how the world ends.
This is how the world ends.
This is how the world ends.
Not a Bang, But a whimper.
-T.S. Elliot, The Wastelands
They called it the Superflu. Captain Tripps, The New Plauge, there were many slang words for it. The essential idea was obvious. All of our problems were started by one man dropping his drink on the wrong box. A tiny breach, something most people wouldn't have even worried about, suddenly brought about the end of the world in such grand and spectacular style that even the Fanatics were supprised. The speed that the disease spread was one that had only been seen once before, a strain of Bird Flu that was contained before it could spread any farther than a few square miles of countryside.
There was no containing this threat. Scientists could not keep ahold of one strand before it abruptly became obsolete. Some days it was airbore, some days it was transmitted by fluid. Some days all you had to do was open a cut, some days if someone spit on you you'd suddenly start to see sores and end up puking your own guts out.
The Superflu was statewide within hours, countrywide within days, and worldwide within two weeks. Before the month was out, roughly eighty five percent of the worlds population was either six feet under or likewise about to be. Tripps, as a viral weapon, worked its magic all too well.
'Take what you want' became the new rule of survival, mob rule became the order of the day. But less than a month after all this, Mob rule suddenly ended, and the new rule of survival simply became obsolete as Tripps killed those who wern't killed by the bickering remnants of humanity over the last drops of the spoils of the slaughter.
The Scientists who remained observed some survivors, noting that in some of them things had changed. One young man they 'persuaded' into coming with them had obviosuly been infected with Tripps, for some time, there was a sore on his face that had nearly taken up his entire cheek. However, he was still lucid, obviously still mobile, and they observed something uniqe. Something had awoken in his mind, something... strange. He was still perfectly normal in terms of a human being, but he seemed to be capeable of more. Just not aware of it.
Soon after, these scientists too fell, ravaged by the disesases carried by their own patients. Such wonderfull diseases as Mandrus, or as it was known on the streets 'Whore Blossoms', and Malaria had made a comeback in these carriers, and those in the company of these men who hadn't died of the SuperFlu fell to these ancient killers.
Silence, fell. Filling the jagged spaces. You, perhaps, were spared of the madness, having the good fourtune to not be infected.. Or the bad luck of falling under and coming back changed, strange. Perhaps you are a raider, perhaps just a normal man or woman trying to find a safe place. What will become of you? Where will you go? It's up to you to decide.
rough draft obviously, but its essentialy a sum up of the state of the in-rp world. Tell me what I need and I'll draft up what is needed as I see fit.
