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[DaveTheGrave]

Welcome to apocalyptia! This story takes place in the harsh, post collapse, of the Americas! (And the world!)

So I usually just jump right into the game with no backstory, but I think I'm going to try some lore for once.

Ye Olden Lore:
The year was 2015, the age of privacy was phasing out, Oil prices skyrocketed, money was tight, and America had, had such a bad public image with fracking that it was virtually impossible for businesses to conclude. Everything began to go full circle when the Dollar finally crashed. America had no more commodities and assets, they where too far into debt to ask for more help. When the truth came out, citizens of the United States began to riot. The United States stop exporting to other countries, which in the end plummeted the whole world into chaos via the butterfly effect. The small countries the US helped dropped off all of their production for lack of resources, stopping the exporting of more goods to other countries, ect ect. Everything phased into getting food, and surviving. You're at your residence, with only your brain, and belongings.

Who are you? What are your Talents? What is your name? Where are you from?

Spoiler: Format (click to show/hide)

Name:
Profession:
Skills:
City,State:

Skills! Pick 2!

Spoiler: Skills (click to show/hide)

Fleet-Footed- You can run more quickly than most.
Parkour- You're skilled at clearing obstacles; terrain like railings or counters are as easy for you to move on as solid ground.
Light Eater- You have a slower metabolism then most! You eat less often.
Strong- You have a great physique! You can lift big things, and stuff.
Mischevious- You're great at actions that require a bit criminal knowlege.
Charismatic- Your a great speaker, and looker. If it requires swooning the ladies, or calming the men, you can do it.
Dexterous- You excell in thing that require finess.

Professions! Pick 1

Spoiler: Professions (click to show/hide)

Unemployed- You never got around to much.
Indie Game Dev- Pretty much unemployed
Grocerie Bagger- You bag groceries all day, you have a backdoor key to the local super mart.
Officer Worker- You spend your time in a cube, alot.
Home Buisness- All of your office supplies are belong to us.
GunSmith-You're a bit overwieght, but are great with your hands. You never have the supplies though, but you sure can shoot!
Ex-Military- You are- Ehm, where, in the reserves, your physically fit, and trained in krav maga. You're a decent shot.
CollegeStudent- You just got into university, and blam, what a waste of 30k right? You're in your prime!

[DaveTheGrave]

Heres a test format, using random.org and shit.

Name: Marlin Barclay (Best name ever)
Profession: Grocerie Bagger
Skills: Strong, Parkour
City,State: Minford, Ohio

Just something to get my non-existant fans started.

[Harry Baldman]

Name: Peter Bingham
Profession: Unemployed
Skills: Light Eater, Mischievous
City, State: Iqaluit, Nunavut

[scapheap]

Name:Jackie Masters
Profession:Indie Game Dev
Skills:Charismatic, Strong
City,State:I don't know, I'll use my back up, Hell, Michigan

[DaveTheGrave]

Name:Jackie Masters
Profession:Indie Game Dev
Skills:Charismatic, Strong
City,State:I don't know, I'll use my back up, Hell, Michigan

Name: Peter Bingham
Profession: Unemployed
Skills: Light Eater, Mischievous
City, State: Iqaluit, Nunavut

Magical Merge Mode!

Name: Peter Bingham
Professions: Unemployed
Skills: Light Eater, Charismatic
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Peter, sitting in his soft, luscious, chair, contemplated his next moves. The looting had begun days ago. He lived in a small, ground level, apartment. Looking around the room you thought back to what you read in your favourite book "The Zombie Survival Guide, By Max Brooks". He plugged his sinks, and his bathtub, and filled them up with water. He had a couple of water bottles and filled them up too. Looking around, still in a bit of shock from the recent outcome, he heard a knock at the door. He looked aroune for somethign to use as a weapon. "Open the fucking door!" He honestly couldnt tell if they where mad or scared, the voice also seemed feminine Running through his small kitchen, he grabbed a steak knife, and looked through his doors peekhole. What he saw was his neighbor, and someone coming from behind her, with a bat. She turned and raised her hand for combat. You quickly opened the door, grabbed the back of her shirt, and pulled her in. Slamming the door, you hold your back against it.

The man behind the door seemed much stronger then you, and was beggening to get some push on the door. Gritting your teeth, you look down at her and grunt out "Help me". She gets up, quickly dusting herself off and puts her shoulder up agaisnt the door. When you get it closed enough you get the deadbolt in, and the slide chain lock stuck. You hear him smash the bat against the door, after a few hits, you think he's given up. Given the moment of pause, you take a moment to examing the victim. Shes about 5"7, with brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She's wearing a green shirt of some kind, with a windbreaker jacket overtop. Her shoes are black sneakers, and her build is lean. A second later you relaize you've bene staring at her for like five seconds eyeing up this woman. He looks at you scorfully and says "You see something you like, buddy?", you stammer and say "No, I mean, Yes? I dont mean to offend you, uh..", she laughs and says "Its fine."

"So why was he after you?"
"For taking this from him"


She reaches into her jacket pocket, and you relise what it is, it looks like two rectangles combined. As she looks down while she's reaching, you qucikly slide behind her, putting her in a full nelson. She had just got the gun out of her jacket. The gun hit the ground, and you kicked it away. She yells out "What the fuck! You perv!".You would then reply with "You stole a gun, then tried to pull it on me you bitch. Now calm the fuck down!" You swing your knee into the back of her leg and she drops down onto her knees, shoving her forward, you dive for the gun and grab it, pointing it at her. She would turn to you with a scowl, then go into a timid look, coverign her face with her arms. "D-dont shoot, I was just trying to show it too you!". "Yeah, sure." You would say, stepping up to your feet. Holding one hand down you would use your speaking skill to try to soothe her (I'm going to start rolling for certain things, cause yolo).

(6+1) "Alright calm down, everythings going to be fine". She would look up and start to cry a bit. "I'm so sorry, I just didnt know what do! Everything gone to shit!" Got her. Flipping the safety off the pistol, you would slide it into the back off your waistband and kneel down next to her. "You okay?" Wiping her eyes she would say "Yeah, im fine".

Sighing you look around and think to yourself. I dont know if I should keep her here...I dont eat much, but I dont have that much food anyway. Also half as much water. Aghh, decisions decisions...

Spoiler: You (click to show/hide)

Name: Peter Bingham
Hp: 4/4
Skills: Strong, Charismatic
Items: Glock-22 ?/?, Plain Clothes, Steak Knife.
Party Members:
Female (Name Unknown) ?/? Rep

[DaveTheGrave]

-Finished Post-