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The Survivor's Club
"Everybody died, and I'm stuck with you assholes."
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 S spray-painted on the wall, that means safe. If you see an X, that means the opposite.
God save the Survivor’s Club. I think we can win this.
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 even better, let me know!
If you have any questions, feel free to ask them below. God save the Survivor’s Club!
