Jeep Wrangler — Roleplayer Guild

Welcome to New-Age London

	"The world wasn't exactly prepared for it, were they? No one expected anyone to have such a weapon with the destruction capabilities such as its own. Humanity had always been so idiotic in focusing on wiping out one another to notice how much harm they would do to themselves, as well as the 'enemy'. And now, the world seems to have fallen into tiny spectacles. Ashes of burnt cities and civilisations leave a foul stench in the once beautiful streets and buildings of the world. No one was fast enough to react, and no one was clever enough to prepare...

	The Year was 2018, when everything took a toll. It started out with the formation of terrorist cults, under the banner of once 'Great' examples such as themselves. They were the offspring of all worldwide anarchists, terrorists, heretics and traitors, hell-bent on causing a downfall in the mass produce of civilisation. They wanted the old world, the old humanity that once existed. Nothing technological was to be allowed. That was all but one however. At first, they seemed only a threat that special-operation groups could handle swiftly, letting them focus on the more 'Serious' matters of the once great collection of nations. Then, it all started in Sweden. A filmed message sent to U.N. Officials notified the slaughter of thousands of innocent men, women and children, both civilian and serviced. At that stage, the world was almost instantaneously put on high alert. No Full-scale operations held by military ministers could be set forward, as these threats were everywhere and not from a specific background. They were already within their countries, their boundaries. Nothing could've been done to drive them out completely. Within two days, recruitment centres went wild in every nation. Countries sent air-personnel, armoured divisions, naval commands and infantry to every other allied nation. Soon, every country was balanced with thousands and millions of soldiers, all set into their own individual assignment. The United Kingdom took the highest of alerts. British Prime Minister John Witts was sent threatening videos of executions by global terror-makers. On the Fifteenth day of March, the streets were almost completely full. Everywhere major had newly trained faces placed into constant defensive postures, waiting for the inevitable strike of evil and corruption. Little did anyone know, the storm incoming wasn't just bullets and low-key explosives...It was something far worse than anyone could've imagined. Controlled Missiles, each fitted with a rare substance, were fitted into launching positions, targeting thousands and millions of towns, cities and locations. The package of these warheads was 'Toxin-73', a newly formed makeshift bacterial toxin mutated during research aimed to be used as a killing blow to all technological users. They didn't care about the innocent lives they were going to use it against, or their own. They wanted the world to be cleansed of current-humanity's filth. Only the strong and worthy would survive, as the saying would commonly go. And on the Eighteenth day of March, the launch sequence was pressed.

	It only took an hour before everything almost fell silent. The missiles crippled buildings, tore up roads and caused mass-tremors throughout the lands of Earth. The toxin, combined into a gas-form, was injected into the fleeing people, killing them and retaking their own flesh. Animals were effected, people were effected...there was nothing that didn't take some sort of toll against the onslaught. The world had mostly perished, and a new age of life was about to be set free upon everything man had once created. Blackened, leathery skins grew upon those infected that time ago. Patches that looked similar to the Bubonic Plague's symptoms formed on the skins of dead humans. Soon, the once quiet streets became flooded with crowds of the reanimated. Animals became more violent and bloodthirsty, edging to feast upon the meats that were still lurking in their hiding spots. Deformities grew quickly. Rage grew in the minds of those 'infected' by said toxin. The mutated figures would feel compelled to kill those not already prey to their misfortune...

	Oh, but humanity's story didn't end at this specific point, did it? Very few survivors emerged from the ashes of their once-beloved homes. Some died quickly after so, others not so much. And that, is where the story begins...The New Era - Chapter 1: Welcome to New-London."

	'Ello. So, I decided to make some sort of apocalypse based Roleplay set only a month after the said outbreak. Call it zombies, if you wish, as it takes a pinch of design of such titles as: The Last of Us, 28 Days Later and Metro: 2033. Yes, it was poorly explained, introduced and executed here as an Interest Check, but I thought it'd be quite interesting to do this as my first Apocalypse Roleplay.

	It'd have a Mid-Large group of Roleplayers involved, if such people want to be involved, and would be set as a Mid-High Casual Roleplay rating. That means standard grammar [In my terms, it is understandable. Mistakes can be made, but it should be clear to us what is trying to be said.] and average post lengths. I'll get these more into rules if this gets the interest needed to make an OOC-Thread. What I'm hoping it to be set as is the newest recruits of the British Army [Which adds to the idea of fear, inexperience and being more like a civilian, perhaps with a single NCO-Played as myself], deployed into London moments before everything went down. This is subject to change, of course, depending on what everyone wants. It can be based upon civilian survivors making their own way in this forsaken world, or it can still mix in nicely with the original plan. I'd thought of many of the struggles with those within the Military, such as other survivor's views and opinions towards them, as well as some huge disagreement towards one another. Everything to do with who the Roleplayers and I would be isn't decided finally, so those interested, hopefully, can leave any ideas they want with their Interest Discussion. I'd particularly be thankful to have anyone interested, let alone a group, and would be glad to take any character-based ideas below. Thanks for wasting your precious time reading this, and have a good one!

	The light bared down upon his back as he fluttered into an awoken state. His eyes and head was heavy, his body weak. This was the worst weakness of him being the Grim Titan. After every single shift, his human form would feel week for about 10 minutes, before he'd reconfigure himself to a strong state. By this time, he knew that he'd done something right, and that his target was indeed fine and awake. That or the Titan hordes of this world had ripped him out, and are about to indulge him. He turned his head, seeing only Hope in front of a ray of sunshine. He grinned to himself slightly, only to feel his eyes close yet again. He was tired, and through his last moment of being awake, he whispered to the two. "You're welcome."

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