WARNING. THIS RP WILL.BE INTENTIONALLY SLOW PACED. My original reason for this rp was to make it a comfy experience. Something more so atmospheric as opposed to high action, guns blazing. There is a plot, various subplots, and lots of world building, as well as character development. Descriptive posts are encouraged, and preferred. You're pretty much in for the ride.

I could story tell, but I'll just end up restating things anyway. So let's get into the world :3. This world is over 100 years on the future...Basically 2130. Many things have happened since then...WW3, Nuclear Winter, Population Decline, Population Boom, Advanced Tech, Ice Caps melted, among other things. This world is my interpretation of that, where cities are the main hub. People slaves to tech(like stuck on cell phones), and people stripped away from population. The advanced population. Living lives separated from others.

This RP's MC is someone away from the scattered cities of earth, only visiting one out of sheer curiosity and stories. This city is Nepago. A rustling futuristic hub with high population, and technology unknown to him. The only thing he carries is a book bag full of supplies, and an old beat up journal.

W-want in? Wait! What are you doing? PLEASE! COME BACK! I'LL ANSWER QUESTIONS.

This is in casual too, but I'm curious as to what people in advanced think as well.

It was warm.

The bunker was warm. Of course he only had a few rooms, but it didn't really matter to him. His great grandfather had created the bunker. A luxury suite for those individuals who had a great deal of money. Of course it was a surprise when the apocalypse actually happened. He was forty at the time that it happened. Born 2090. As the bombs fell around him his grandfather rented out the rooms to high paying clients. The money flowed far too easily, and they quickly built up a plethora of arms and armor. Yet the young male did set out, wanting to create some name for himself. He had a smile on his face as he walk off to an uncertain future. Two revolvers strapped to his thighs, bullet proof armor on his chest. A belief in the best of human kind and a desire to do good... he truly was a gem among the rough.