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Premise

In the not so distant future, relentless consumption, unchecked expansion, and willful blindness finally brought Mother Earth to her knees. Humanity had exhausted nearly every resource she had ever given. The air at the surface was toxic, thick with pollutants and microplastics, barely breathable. No one dared walk outside without a breather mask.

Even then, survival came at a cost.

Masks were scarce and priceless. You either tore one from a pale blue corpse or bartered away everything you had until only the mask remained. Basic necessities like food, clean water, breathable air, were no longer rights, but commodities. Heavily regulated by megacorporations that thrived high above the clouds.

The elite lived in vast aerial domes, suspended in pristine skies, surrounded by abundance. Fresh food. Clean air. Sunlight untouched by smog. They lived in comfort, blissfully ignorant of those left to rot on the poisoned surface below.

And yet, even in Earth’s final years, the unexplainable occurred.

In one of the most remote regions of the surface, an event shattered every known law of physics—a tear in the fabric of reality itself. Neither surface dwellers nor the elite could explain the anomaly, but it existed, undeniable and impossible, staring humanity in the face.

The response was immediate.

The elite seized control of the region, erecting heavily fortified structures around the site. Scientists from every corner of the globe were flown in. For months, they studied the data, until a single, terrifying conclusion emerged: the anomaly was a temporal doorway.

A door that led sixty-five million years into Earth’s past.

Before pollution. Before machines. Before humanity.

The discovery ignited hope and ambition. The anomaly represented a second chance. A way to reset humanity. To establish a new Earth, untainted by the mistakes that had doomed the first.

Thus, Project Genesis was born.

The dream proved too powerful to contain, even within the domes. To maintain order, a Humanity Preservation Council was formed an uneasy attempt to broker peace between those who lived above and those condemned to the surface.

The Council’s purpose was simple. They would choose who went through.

It was not a democratic process. It was brutal. Calculated. A so called lottery, bound by ruthless physical and genetic criteria. Only those deemed capable of surviving and worthy of rebuilding Earth would be selected.

Overview


  • Setting: Will take place in a prehistoric time with some futuristic advancements.
  • Vibe: This is a slice of life, rebuilding scenario. There will be loss, love, and hopefully some mischief.
  • Technology: Advance weapons, medical devices will be available but not too far off with current tech. Solar/wind power will be the main source of energy. Farming is making a comeback for food.

Rules

All players are expected to abide by these rules at all times. Breaking these rules can result in your character being eaten by a carnivorous animal. It will be painful.

  • First and foremost, all of the Guild's Fundamental Rules apply.
  • This is an open-ended game with no explicitly planned overarching story. Prospective players are allowed to submit a character sheet at any time. Approval or denial of a character sheet is up to the GM's discretion.
  • If approved, players are expected to post at least once every two weeks. Posts should make some progress in advancing their particular plot.
  • Players can have up to 2 characters.
  • Content is to be kept PG-13 at most. Death and violence, sexual content, profanity, drug and alcohol use, and “heavy” themes are not banned, but graphic depictions of any of the above are not appropriate. When in doubt, “fade to black” when something unsavory is about to happen- it's better to be implicit rather than explicit.
  • Killing other player's characters- including their supporting NPCs- is not allowed, without express permission from the other player.
  • “God-modding” is not allowed.

**Yes, I borrowed rules from someone else. I wasn't sure how to go about it but that person summed it up for me quite nicely.**

Character Sheet


  • Face claims must be human. I do not have a preference if it's realistic or AI generated.
  • Name, sex, age
  • Occupation, I.e. Military, Medical, Biology, Engineering. Its a new colony, there will be plenty to do
  • Background




I posted this a few months ago. I am hoping I can get interest again. Hoping for a small group here. The Council is looking forward to your application.
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@deegee Thank you for your interest. Please check your PMs for more information. :)
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@Dpmoc Thank you for your interest. Please check your PMs for more information. :)

For everyone else...looking for another two. hoping for another female character.

So far we have:
Nurse (me)
Engineer (Dpmoc)
Solider (Deedee)

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Name: Chrysanthemum Turner
Goes by: Chrys
Sex: Female
Age: 26
Occupation: Architectural Designer / Carpenter

Background

Chrysanthemum Turner was named with care. Her mother, Lila, chose the name deliberately. Chrys never knew exactly why. By the time she was old enough to ask, her mother was already gone, killed in a transport accident while Chrys was still young enough to struggle with the permanence of it. After that, it was just Chrys and her father, David.

He was a quiet, steady man who believed that understanding how things worked made the world easier to face. He fixed things himself whenever he could, not out of pride, but because he liked knowing that something broken could be made whole again with patience and effort. Chrys followed him everywhere, handed him tools, asked questions. He never treated her like she was fragile. He showed her how to measure carefully, how to work methodically, how to take pride in things that held together.
Those lessons stayed with her.

When Chrys was sixteen, David started getting tired. At first, it seemed unremarkable. Everyone was tired. The air was already growing thicker, the future already narrowing. David brushed off her concern and told her it was nothing worth worrying about. By the time the truth came out, the cancer had already progressed too far to stop. He told her quietly, apologetically, as if his illness were something he regretted burdening her with.

Chrys finished school while learning how to manage hospital appointments, paperwork, and meals neither of them had much appetite for. She learned how to sit in sterile rooms and listen while doctors spoke in careful, practiced tones. When her father died, there was no dramatic collapse. Just a sudden, hollow quiet that settled in and never fully left.

She chose architecture and construction because it made sense. Buildings followed rules. If something was unsound, it could be reinforced. If something failed, there was a reason. She gravitated toward work that allowed her to design with her hands as well as on paper, preferring practicality over recognition. She became known as reliable rather than inspired, thorough rather than visionary. It was through her work that she met Leah.

Leah was everything Chrys was not. Outspoken, idealistic, unafraid to be seen. She believed the world could still be changed if enough people stood up and demanded it. Chrys followed her to protests not because she loved crowds or confrontation, but because she loved Leah. They balanced each other in ways Chrys never fully articulated.

No one ever agreed on how it started. Reports conflicted. Footage was edited. Responsibility dissolved into argument and noise. Leah did not come home. After that, the world felt spent. Chrys kept working. She kept building things she knew would eventually rot beneath poisoned air and corporate indifference. When news of the anomaly first surfaced, she barely noticed. Another impossible headline in a world already collapsing under the weight of too many of them. The selection came later. Not an invitation, nor a choice. A notice delivered with clinical indifference, wrapped in Council language and legal certainty. She didn't feel excitement or fear. She felt tired.

But gradually, she came to understand what the anomaly represented. Not hope, no, but Distance. A place untouched by the systems that had taken everything from her. A place where she could build something honest. Something that did not exist to serve profit, power, or survival quotas. She does not see herself as a savior, or a pioneer. She is here because she knows how to make things stand, and because for the first time in years, she might be able to live without the world pressing constantly against her back.
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@Ducksworth @Dpmoc@deegee

Thank you for the interest! I will get the opening post and actual role-play forum started in the next few days!
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Just a FYI for those who may have missed it, this is the IC!
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