[color=004b80][b]"Tyran, once a planet of technological brilliance and military excellence with an exuberance of weird and wonderful wildlife. But no longer. After the flaming rocks cascaded from the sky, the land blazed, the ground shook, the oceans boiled. Everything that once was is now a mere shadow, compared to what used to be. The population dwindles, water is becoming harder to find and food will soon become an issue. The world and its' people are dying."[/b][/color]

[i]You shuffle your feet and look down at the metallic, grated floor. Hearing the state of which your planet is in makes you uneasy, yet somewhat angry. You attempt to stifle the boiling rage deep within. Looking up, you notice the old scientist is waiting for your concentration to speak again.[/i]

[color=004b80][b]"However, as with most things unfortunate, that is not all."[/b][/color] [i]He pauses, seemingly gauging your reaction and simultaneously gearing himself up to explain the next piece of information.[/i] [color=004b80][b]"The once beautiful and revered creatures of our old wildlife still live. But not 'living' in a sense that we would call it. No longer are they the towering beasts we used to gaze up at in awe. No. Now they are mindless and tainted beings. Rampaging wherever and whenever they feel. Reports of these 'Monsters' attacking other dome cities have begun piling in. They have become a growing threat to our, already hindered, survival."[/b][/color] 

[i]You notice the scientist squeeze his eyes shut for a moment, obviously hiding some repressed pain. After a short time, he regains his composure.[/i]

[color=004b80][b]"You have been summoned here because you have just been transferred to the Special Warrior Offensive Response Division. Or S.W.O.R.D as you'd, no doubt, like to call it."[/b][/color] 

[i]You automatically stand up straighter, pushing out your chest after hearing the title of the division you are now in. You give off an aura of intense pride.[/i]

[color=004b80][b]"Your new mission under this division will be to locate and destroy any and all Monsters that may cause any kind of threat to our strained existence. Over the course of the next few days, you will be initiated into your new team and begin training for your new mission objective. It will be tough and, at times, treacherous. But if you heed the words of your Chief-Commander, you should be absolutely fine. Train hard and train well, the rest of our species is relying on you."[/b][/color]

[i]You try to go over the information, but your excitement is keeping you from thinking straight. You thank the scientist and turn around to leave.[/i]

[color=004b80][b]"Recruit? Just one last thing before you go."[/b][/color] [i]You turn your head, acknowledging him. His face grows dark and more serious than before. You sense that whatever he is about to tell you is of extreme importance.[/i] [color=004b80][b]"The Meteors. We now have reason to believe that...that when they fell from the sky, they brought something with them. Something that has altered the wildlife into these unimaginable horrors. When you're out there...just be careful."[/b][/color]

[i]With that you exit the old scientist's lab and head back towards your quarters.[/i]


[i]Welcome to...[/i]

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[center][i]The End of Our Days RP is set on a Post-apocalyptic world known as Tyran. The people of Tyran have been in existence for some millions of years. Nearer to around 3.6 million years if anything. However, for the past 23 years, the people having been living in an apocalyptic nightmare. 

After their planet was struck by a freak meteor storm, most of the land, cities and population were destroyed. In those 23 years the remaining population have worked hard to survive. Due to the Meteoric Waste that was brought with the storm, the Tyrans can no longer live in one place. And so, utilizing anything they could salvage from wrecked cities, the population began to transform the least damage cities into walking behemoths. The [url=http://imgur.com/cj4TMiK]dome[/url]-like [url=http://imgur.com/tO3lcN5]cities[/url] kept the survivors safe from the dangerous world that they now live in. Their power is supplied from their two suns, [b]Naal[/b] and [b]Apol[/b], using large solar-energy receivers mounted on top of these dome-cities. Since the storm burnt up most of the atmospheric clouds, it never rains on Tyran. However, there are huge water reserves below the ground known as sub-surface oceans. 

The Tyran people frequently move around in search of weak spots in the crust of the planet, so that they might be able to dig out large wells to gain water from the underground oceans. However, with the Meteoric Waste plaguing the land, they cannot stay at a well for too long since the air that they breathe would become poisoned from the fumes of the waste. The only way for the Tyran people to survive is to move around, recycling pockets of clean air that are produced from the oceans below, until they can find a way to rid the world of the Waste. Their objective, however, isn't so straightforward. In recent times, the Tyrans have discovered that the usually peaceful wildlife have been tainted and transformed. Mutated into grotesque beasts and have set themselves upon the remaining survivors of the Tyran populace. Two Dome-Cities have already fallen to the Beasts and many more have been heavily damaged.

The Tyrans must now find a way to respond to this new threat if they have any hopes of surviving.[/i][/center]