The lights are out. The cities are gone. There's a terrible dust in the air that makes it hard to breathe. Each year the winters get colder and the summers get shorter. Some say this is going to be the last year gasoline will be stable enough to run through the few remaining cars and generators. Each fall brings a smaller and smaller bundle of crops; deer and turkey have been nigh hunted to extinction. The Mississippi Flu is coming back around for another round of death and debilitation, and widespread lice and bed bugs certainly aren't helping the living situation, either. At least we have those psychopathic cannibals the county over to keep us company, right?
It's been two years since the bombs went off. Bright flashes of light that wiped out entire cities in the blink of an eye. Chicago, New York City, Toronto, London, Moscow, Beijing, Tokyo, the list goes on and on. A butcher's list of history and humanity that's been wiped from the pages of history. The geopolitics involved in a narrow strip of land in Eastern Ukraine is now pointless. Nobody cares who won or lost. The lights went out from bombs being detonated in the atmosphere, shocking the planet with multiple electromagnetic pulses. Only the very resilient or the very old electronics worked. Clocks, in those cities that had been spared hydrogen-inspired firestorms, stopped at 8:05AM on the Eastern seaboard of the United States.
The wave of gamma, beta and alpha radiation that followed soon after, bathing the planet in weeks of debilitating radiation probably didn't do much to help humanity pick up the pieces. Over a billion dead from radiation poisoning. What doctors remain assume most that have survived since will likely die in mid to old age of cancers. Cancers that will go undetected, with CT and MRI machines being a thing of the near-past. A forced reset has been put on mankind. The tractor and the X-ray have been replaced with the hoe and the bone saw.
All this sounds rather depressing.
It is. The proposed roleplay would take place two years (... This sounds familiar.) after a nuclear war. Poetic words aside, humanity's throat has been cut. Only small communities and roving warlords remain. Fuel has started to go bad and the slow progression into a Bronze Age has begun. The core content of the roleplay would revolve around depression, despair, violence and the small glimmer of hope that something good might come of the misery inflicted in our characters. Adult content, such as graphic violence, suicide, drug use, amongst others will undoubtedly take place. As such, this is perhaps something best done within private messages.
Interested? Send me a PM. Don't bother replying here, as I won't likely read it. I'm only looking for one partner at at this point in time. I'm looking for someone that can post weekly (Within reason. Got some issues? Holidays? I'm not a Nazi, do your important stuff and don't mind me.) and has a strong grasp of the English language. I'm not asking for perfection, but I do like reading well-thought out replies to my posts.