[color=fff200][center][h1]The Survivor's Club[/h1]
[i]"Everybody died, and I'm stuck with you assholes."[/i][/center][/color]
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[i]Yeah, so, the world has ended. You probably realized that by now, yeah? I don’t know if it was the great big ‘boom’ that started it off, or seeing your boyfriend get torn apart by zombies, or watching your grand-pappy get shot to shit by fuckin’ robots with fuckin’ machine guns, or whatever happened to you, but something’s probably tipped you off. Welcome to the End War, baby.

Of course, someone probably could have given us a little advance warning that this was coming, because the other guys? They all seemed pretty goddamn ready. But while they were forging their flaming swords and stretching their tentacles out, we were making TV shows. Which was fun while it lasted, don’t get me wrong, but the number’s pretty much up. 

I hope you weren’t hoping the government was gonna bail you out, because the government’s basically gone. Six weeks into the apocalypse, and most of humanity’s already gone and kicked the bucket, left the other guys to savage each other on our turf. That’s just sad, is what that is. But not you and me! We’re survivors, and there’s a lot more of us. Well, maybe not a lot, but there’s enough.

See, I know it may be hard to keep morale up in the face of big ole’ ice giants and dragons and literal no-shit goddamn demons killing everyone you ever knew and bringing human society to its knees in a matter of forty-odd days, but the truth is, it doesn’t have to be over. This is the End War, and wars can have a winner. I guy I met in Wichita, he told me the whole story. He met this guy, who met this guy, who says he knows a way to fix things, set everything back to the way it was right when it all went shit-up. This whole End War deal, it’s a scavenger hunt, right? But with murder. All these guys that came to our world, all the angels and elves and tentacley shits, they’re all like kids on Easter looking for the nine painted eggs, only in this case the kids are armies from other dimensions and the eggs are ancient relics corresponding to each of the dimensions, because of course they are. Anyway, whoever finds all of them first wins and gets to be Top Dimension, right? And if we win, we get the world back, just the way it used to be.

Even better, we have a lead. This guy said he knew where they all were, and it was like he’d always known, like he just had to remember. Of course, last anyone saw him, he was being used as tooth floss by a werewolf, but no worries, he wrote all the stuff down first, and I have a copy. I’ll give you one, too, and you can pass it on. Even better, rumor is it wasn’t just the one guy – there are a lot of folks, saying the exact same thing. I know it sounds crazy, and it’s not a lot to go on, but isn’t it better to hope?

Anyway, I’d best be going – some dead shit took a chunk out of me a day ago, and I don’t know how long I’ve got. Look after yourself, you hear? Humans are an endangered species, so we’ve got to stick together. Stay safe. Travel in daylight. Don’t go in the woods. If you see an [/i]S[i] spray-painted on the wall, that means safe. If you see an [/i]X[i], that means the opposite.

God save the Survivor’s Club. I think we can win this.
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Hopefully if you’ve read this far, I’ve piqued your interest to a certain extent. Welcome to The Survivor’s Club, an apocalyptic RP about surviving the end of the world in style. Forty-five days before the RP begins, the end of the world began, and it began huge. The sky shook, the ground quaked, and eight armies from other dimensions clawed their way into the mortal world and began tearing apart everything in their path: The Angels, The Infernals, The Fey, The Deep, The Dead, The Metal, The Giants and The Dragons. Suffice it to say, although the End War could still go in any direction, it’s looking bad for humanity. Those that have survived thus far have done so by staying on the move, keeping their wits about them, and occasionally unleashing ridiculous high-octane violence. They have become a vagabond community known as the Survivor’s Club, communicating through campfire-lit meetings and graffiti signs, doing their best to avoid congregating in large groups (which tends to draw the attention of the ‘other guys’). They’re united by a common belief that the end of the world can be reversed through the acquisition of nine artifacts scattered across the globe, a story spread to them by the ‘Prophets’, people who seemed to gain an uncanny amount of knowledge about the end of the world just as soon as it started happening.

The RP itself will be concerned with the adventures of a roaming bad of survivors on the hunt for the artifacts, though smaller concerns and sub-plots will frequently arise. The tone I’m going for, if you couldn’t tell, is very much black comedy and epic adventure story; it’s a grim setting, and grim themes will frequently emerged, but the story is about fighting back, about the courage of every day people, about, dare I say it, canceling the apocalypse. It’s a romp, it’s a road-trip, it’s a disaster that very few people are going to come out of alive. Action will be a big part of it, and I’m hoping it’ll be a lot of fun – if you want to kill a werewolf with a nailbat, take on a horde of zombies with knives you made from a soda can, clip an angel’s wings with a lawnmower or drive a truck into Cthulu’s big fat face, this is the RP for you. At the beginning of the story, I ask that the characters are more-or-less human in their capabilities, but as things go on I’m planning to introduce ways for each character to get a bit of supernaturality going on, if they want it. It’s also important to me that the characters develop as people, that dynamics form between them, and that the story itself remains largely character focused.

Anyway, I’ll probably get a CS template up by tomorrow if this gets a lot of interest, with an OOC thread following some time in the weekend. Writing style will be high-casual, with the ideal being fairly short, fairly frequent posts of a high quality. I’m looking to take four or five characters, and it won’t be first come first served. I’m also looking for a CO-GM to help me manage stuff, so if you want to try your hand at that or think this sounds really cool but you have some ideas to make it [i]even better[/i], let me know!

If you have any questions, feel free to ask them below. God save the Survivor’s Club!


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Name: Your character’s name. Self-explanatory.

Age: Also self-explanatory.

Gender: Ditto.

Appearance: Can be a description, a picture, or both. If you go with a picture, art or photography is fine, but I’d ask you to refrain from anything anime-ish as it’s not really the aesthetic we’re going with here.

History: Who are you? Where do you come from? What have you been up to since the world ended? Feel free to world-build to an extent, here; if you want to say that Chicago is in the throes of a zombie apocalypse or that New Orleans has been conquered by shoggoths, you’re welcome to.

Personality: What are you like? How are you to work with? Feel free to go shorter on this, as personalities tend to emerge more clearly in RP. Make sure you include your character’s perspective on the End War, whether they believe in the story of the prophets, whether they think it’s a crock of shit, etc.

Skills and Weaknesses: What are you good at? Are you a mechanic? A distance runner? Have you developed a sudden and bizarre knack for killing monsters with meat cleavers? Even skills that don’t directly relate to surviving the end of the world go here, like singing or interpretive dance or underwater basket weaving. Conversely, what are you bad at? What are the gaps in your ability?

Belongings: What does your character have on their person?

Color Code: Pick a color to mark your character’s dialogue.

Other stuff: Anything else you want to include. Relationships, quirks, theme music, trivia, whatever, it goes here.

Sample Post: Provide an example of your writing with a short sample post about the first time your character encountered the End War.
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The Angels: Golden armored magi-tech radiant winged humanoids with laser spears and shining airships. They seem to have relatively little physical diversity, and some survivors have theorized that they’re the only group of invaders to follow something like a standard military hierarchy.

The Infernals: Demons. Horned devils wielding chains and pitchforks, imps with claws, infernal gorillas, succubi, ancient monsters with flaming swords and dark powers, and basically anything else you can think of. Savage, sadistic, and utterly without mercy, they’re the only army of invaders that has been seen infighting. These guys are the worst.

The Fey: This is the reason you don’t go in the woods. They’re the little men, the elves, the werewolves and the centaurs and the satyrs that’ll shoot you full of arrows, or feed you to their hounds, or kidnap you and keep you as a pet. They may be fairies, but this is way more Grimm than Disney. Let me reiterate: [i]don’t go in the woods.[/i]

The Deep: Lovecraft may have been onto something. They’re the deepfolk, the shoggoths, the eldritch horrors that rise up from out of the sea. Their presence is almost always heralded by a thick fog, and some survivors claim to have seen twisted humans among their number, gibbering, broken wrecks with crab claws or tentacles or skin covered in barnacles. They tend to stick near the water, which makes them easy to avoid, but we’d best hope they don’t mobilize in force – if you peer through the fog, out to the sea, you can sometimes make out some shit that’s a whole lot bigger waiting beneath the waves.

The Dead: It’s the zombie apocalypse, but a whole lot worse. As if the rabid, flesh-hungry corpse disease that transmits through biting wasn’t enough, these guys have a whole bunch of toys to play with – skeletal monstrosities, frankensteins, hordes of bats and various other undead horrors. To top it all off, they’re also led by actual vampires who ride around on chariots pulled by the damned and drink blood and cut heads off with swords made of pure night. By far the most numerous of the armies, though they do have a weakness – they hate fire, and the really bad ones only ever go out at night.

The Metal: Kill-bots, terminators, droids, mecha, whatever you want to call them, they’re here, they’re lethal, and they hate us. The Metal is an army of brutally efficient war machines of all shapes and sizes, from human-shaped infantry bots to flying drones to spider tanks the size of buildings. Fortunately for us, they’re the rarest of the invaders, but they’re also potentially the most lethal. If The Metal shows up in force, [i]run[/i].

The Giants: In case it wasn’t clear enough that we’re living through Ragnarok, we have the Frost Giants. They come in a variety of sizes from ‘as big as a truck’ to ‘as big as a house’, they’re angry, they’re violent, and they’ve got huge-ass weapons made from some weird blue metal. They definitely have some sort of language, though they’re far from organized, belonging more to the ‘savage berserker’ school of warfare. Areas they congregate in tend to drop in temperature and end up blanketed in snow, and their arrival is usually heralded by a cold northern wind. Some people even say they’ve got shamans who can command the forces of winter to do their bidding, and shit, why [i]wouldn’t[/i] that be true?

The Dragons: Rounding it all out is the army of dragons riding dragons. There’s a lot of different kinds, from the four-legged two-winged fire-breathing monsters to the floating wyrms to the two-legged poison-spitting wyverns; they’ve even got human sized ones with armor and weapons that like to ride the big ones. Even better, they’ve got more magical firepower than any other invader; people have seen the little dragons do some crazy shit, like zap lighting out of their claws or turn invisible or pick shit up with their minds.
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