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Let the drums play on...


Speak With The Damned: discord.gg/RH2A8Au



There was an old saying once,
in the golden age. "Humanity is a rash on the Earth's back. We're just lucky it hasn't decided to scratch." They got to say things like that, back then. Back before the Earth decided to scratch.

The old-timers say it all the time. They were just young kids when it happened. Ground started shaking, buildings started swaying and falling, planes dropped out of the sky like birds dying of heatstroke mid-flight. That's where Old Tom says Steelbird Landing came from. A couple of old planes went down in the same stretch of rainforest and managed to not fall into the new crevices. Old Rio, with its big statue of someone important now laying in pieces at the edge of the cliff-beach, has been absorbed by the green. The Earth takes back what the rash infected.











Out in the jungle, the lions and tigers and bears prowl. The Jaguares sharpen claws and obsidian upon the flesh of man. War-drums howl, hearts are consumed, heads are taken. The psychic screaming of the dead tickles at your nerve endings and peeks in with the venoms and poisons of the flowers and wilting fruits. Its glow fills the sky each night, draping colors across the sky like one of the silk-dancing women at the flesh-house. The sacred dusts and powders placed upon your guns are of little comfort when the rabid apes emerge from the jungle, a band of psychotics with the strength of two men each and the cruel glee of children. What is left of faith when you hear the screams of a man torn in half by an ape shrieking with laughter? What sort of god would even want that faith? Plenty would.



The only gods left to watch our wretched souls demand blood and suffering in exchange for each small boon. Or so their prophets whisper through painted lips sewn shut with barbed wire. They say that we are insects to them. We deserve to be thrown into the cracks of the world and be impaled upon the spear-rocks below. They say our heathen blood is a wine to the angry planet we are forced to scratch our livings from. We are little more than the last, persistent agents of its cleansed infection. The last vestiges of a virus too stubborn to die. Therefore, we are punished for our hubris.



So rise, remnant, you child of a dying breed. Rise, child of ash and rift and blood. Carve your place among the deadly green. Stand in the bleak sunrise, sweating from the midnight heat and panting for your morning water. Bathe yourself in the viscera of days long dead. Burn in the throes of passion, too alone to do anything but cling to what skin you can hold with desperate lips. Brandish your blade, your gun, your jaguar claw.

Power must be taken by force.
Enemies must be slain on altars.
Peace must be purchased with blood.
Knowledge must be written in pain.

The jungle will give you Nothing.



You are among the last remnants of humanity, stranded on the planet after a massive geological disaster changed the face of the planet and utterly destroyed human civilization. You are the children of those who were children when the world died. The world of before is nothing to you but a fairy tale told by those with gray hairs and feeble hearts.

You live in an area that would have been east of Rio de Janeiro way back when, the descendants of passengers on two commercial flights and one cargo flight that crashed within the same square mile. These planes teeter on brand new cliff faces, deep in the jungle. The world has changed since your ancestors knew it, with new horrors and realities to contend with.

The Maelstrom looms over everything, creating something of an Aurora Borealis at all times of year, but always in sickly and disturbing colors. With the right drugs, the right brain defects, or the right psychoses, it is possible to hear the whisperings of the dead, and have them reveal truths to you under the guise of metaphor and vision. Those who do this most easily go by many names: Seer, Brainer, Listener, Skull-reader. All of them the same: Lifeless, doll’s eyes watching the world around them, bending other to their merciless whims, playing mouthpiece to the gods… or taking the guise of gods for their own ends.

To the north, a tribe of formerly Brazilian men and women have reverted to the old ways, sacrificing humans to the sun god and beginning to have dreams of empire.

To the east, the broken remains of Old Rio sit in crumbling husks, almost picked clean and a hotbed of raiders, bandits, and gangers fighting like dogs over the last scraps.

To the south, slavers keep their camps, readying their catching hooks for “jungle cruises” where they’ll pick off the stragglers and haul them away to you-don’t-want-to-know.

To the west, a massive cleft that brings the sea deep into the heart of the land, where the wind sings terrible songs, and where monsters are said to creep from beneath the stony cliffs in search for something more than meat...

It is in this environment that you must carve out a living. This is where you will make your last, and only stand. Who will you be?

Will you be the Governor, keeping your settlement on the razor’s edge between too lenient and too brutal, struggling to protect what your ancestors built?

Will you be the Gunlugger, bristling with weapons and ammunition, the only one to recognize that the only price left to pay for anything is blood?

Will you be the Skinner, holding what fragments of beauty are left in the world between cupped hands, offering it to strangers with whispers of “come and see it, there is more than blood and rutting, there is music and light here, don’t worry about the cost…?”
Will you be the Brainer, dragging secrets from minds on puppet strings and staring into souls with the empty eyes of a thing long dead?

What else could you be? What else would you be?




Long story short, I need some people for a Post-apocalypse RP. This shit will be MATURE.
Expect some VIOLENT SHIT.
Expect some DRUG USAGE.
Expect some SEX. (But fade to black for the children, please. But you are allowed and encouraged to carry on in PMs and brag about it on Discord.)
Expect some HUMAN SUFFERING.
Expect some HAVING YOUR CHARACTER'S SHIT PUSHED IN.
Expect some VIOLENT, DRUG-INDUCED SEX THAT PRODUCES BATSHIT VISIONS OF DARK FOREBODING.

In short: It's rough out here.

If that doesn't tickle your pickle, GET THE FUCK OUT.

WHAT I NEED FROM YOUR SORRY ASS:

Make me a character. Use the following CS and Handy Dandy Post-Apocalypse Character Guide:





That's it. We're done here.
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Alright, here we go. Sheet = done

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I want in, but you'll have to wait for me to get back home for a CS!
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Alright, here you go!



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WE'VE GOT A DISCORD NOW

Please forgive if there are issues. I'm still working on it, but it is there.
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Posting a WIP for now. This is pretty much an Apocalypse World RP, right?

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Hey! I finished!

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All done
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here he is, the potential mayor of Steelbird Landing

pls no bully


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Liv Good Girl Gone Bad

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Dang it am I too late?
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Dang it am I too late?


I pick my 6 on Wednesday.
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@TheGrundlesnart Fair enough, I'll jump by the discord and see if I can be bothered whipping one up in two days (Since it takes basically 2 days for my lazy ass to whip up a sheet in the first place)
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THIS IS THE LAST CALL
IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED YET AND NEED QUESTIONS, PM ME TODAY!!!

IF YOU HAVEN'T POSTED A NON-WIP BY 12AM CENTRAL TIME, I WILL NOT BE CONSIDERING YOU.

POST YOUR SHIT, MEAT!
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I forgot my family were gonna drag me on a road trip so unfortunately I doubt I'l be able to join haha
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Congratulations to my Six Selected Sickos.
I hope we all have a beautifully ash-choked time together out in the strangling vines and ravenous apes.

Before we begin, I need to introduce you all to certain things you can always do in your posts to trigger specific responses from me, the GM.

OPEN YOUR BRAIN

You may always open your brain to the psychic maelstrom to receive hidden knowledge and secrets. Think of it as a sort of "acquire random meta-information" card. Obviously, don't do it every damn post, because the more you do it, the less specific and the more random-as-fuck the information becomes, until it's so esoteric as to be useless. for Weird characters, you may occasionally do this for no reason, because I said you did.
Congrats.

READ A SITUATION/PERSON

You can always read a situation or a person to pick up on details I may have failed to mention. When you do, just ask the question your character wants answered in BOLD. If it's too specific, I can't guarantee you'll get much info. Broader questions that can be answered vaguely will get you better answers, ironically.

LOVE LETTERS

Sometimes, I will PM you a Love Letter. It will usually contain a shitty set of choices. You're welcome. Tell me what you want most and it will happen. You may never get one. You may get one regularly. Depends where you are, what you're doing, when you're going to arrive, why you care, who you're fucking, and how you taste. You know, the good shit.

IN CASE OF MURDER, BREAK GLASS

I expect us all to play nicely... kinda. For the most part, conflict can be figured out via a general agreement to not be shitty about it. If you feel that an element of randomization is needed, I will roll dice about it. 2d6, with a +2 for anyone who seems to have an advantage in the situation. (So like if Pepsi decides to beat the shit out of Milk, he's gonna get the +2 because he's real good at killing. But he might not get that against Alcohol. Meanwhile, if Milk has seduced Pepsi and is about to stab him at the height of their passion, then she gets the advantage. Get it? Good.)
on a 10+, things will go well for you.
on a 7-9 things will go pretty good, but it will cost you.
on a 6 and under, shit will go wrong.

Those apply before comparing generalized victory. It is possible to do a better job of kicking ass than the other person, while also having some really fucking awful shit go down.

BUT! We may never use this. It's just, ya know, available as a quick-and-dirty conflict resolving tool.
No crying if it doesn't work out for you. You know what you signed up for.

THE END

The RP ends when we're pretty sure the storyline has reached a natural conclusion.
No, seriously, that's it. When we all feel like yeah, we've gotten there, that's when we call it. We'll do some epilogues and whatnot and that will be that. I'm in this to see what happens. I have no plot ready, just bad shit going down EVERYWHERE.

So... good luck, chucklefucks!
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should the RP be set to full? or will there be more people allowed to join in the future?
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