Gauging interest in Armageddon game

[Elven Sex Goddess]

Armageddon
The early years

It happens in a blink of a eye.  Billions prayed in futile effort across the world in various faiths.  There was no Bruce Willis or Ben Affleck to save the world when the catalyst for Armageddon came into view.    A massive meteor that was on a collusion course with earth.  So in the blink of eye the meteor struck with such deadly force.   Just as the suppose end came for the dinosaurs.   Nearly one hundred percent extermination of humanity.   Seventeen billion souls lost of humanity.  Most of the wild life lost also.  Only luck persisted if one survived.   For only around a hundred thousand souls survived this end of the world calamity.

This is a story about a group of these lucky survivors of the apocalypse. Those souls shell shocked from the extent of the calamity.  That have come together in the seeming endless darkness as the very air is thick with the debris and smoke of fires that burn out of control.  Cities, towns all wiped from the world.   Now buried underneath the great upheaval caused by the meteor strike.   Which triggers the next ice age across most of the world.   Survivors over the world seek shelter like their far distant ancestors in caves and mines that have not been collapsed or blocked off by the violent upheaval of the earth.

You can be anybody you want,  from any background.  You have met up with others in forming a group.  As you have migrated to one of the natural cave systems in the eastern United States.  You can be related.  (father-daughter,  mother-son,  sister-brother, etc.... or you can be husband and wife or other relative.)   Of course you can be complete strangers.    It is all up to you.   

The basics, it's about survival,   it's about reshaping society.   Norms that once was are gone.   The individual family unit becoming part of a polygamous  society.   Privacy is no more,  pairing off into couples or raising children is no longer just a couple and families responsibility.   It is now the per-view of the group as a whole.    For life is hard,  you can't run to the store and loot.  There is very few spots where you can find such regular everything items  such as clothes or tools.   Or let alone find food.   You have to hunt food,   and that is a challenge in itself.   Wild life has also been wiped.   There are still bears,  mountain lions,  wolves that were lucky caught in dens that  somehow survived.   These animals are hungry for their natural prey has been wiped nearly extinct.   Avian life survive in greater numbers.   Snakes and other reptiles and mammals that burrow also survive in greater numbers with the upheaval.  This is what survivors hunt and live off of.   

Within the group sexuality is not looked down upon it is insignificant in the greater goal of survival.   For humanity is emotional they need touch the closeness of another.     Not everything is suddenly given way to in what society prior to the calamity is stripped away.  No such things as murder,  theft now are prime laws against.   Such means being cast out of the group.    Where survival alone means certain death.   

^{Clara Tavish former teacher}

Outside of survival and threats external plots by me the storyteller, hopefully will be developed by the players and the characters themselves.   Over simple causes,  those strong and using such power over the others in forcing  certain conditions.    Jealousy, envy, greed and lust also are prime movers in shaping plots.  Male, female dynamic.   In just over a century equality had made great strides.   How does this shape such views as humanity and the group has the specter of extinction of humanity looms.  Prejudice's from racial to views on sexuality and transgenders.  Or to the simple dynamic of one with a conservative value to those with liberal values.   From the agnostic to the deeply religious and the various faiths.  Such can be in how they overcome or work against the good of the group.   

Now if your interested in this,   I haven't decided if this will be free-form or a system such as modern d20.    So when state your interest also include whether free-form or system modern d20.




_{Example Characters - Storyteller's Characters}

Name:  Clara Tavish
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Former Occupation:  High School Teacher
Relations:  Wolf (Lucky)
Sexual Orientation:  Straight

Personality: Clara as a teacher is a caregiver personality.  She looks to the good in people and looks to help and share.

Background:  The days leading to the massive meteor strike.  Clara took refuge in the basement of her home.   Not religious but spiritual she still prayed for humanity.   For her students, their parents and her fellow peers.   She prayed for humanity. 

Pure luck she survived the end of the world.   Her house gone, the small Tennessee town like all the others wiped out.  The landscape changed no more roads.   Luck had it that she is given an opening and not buried alive.    Emerging in the now dark world as the atmosphere is with debris so thick that it is hard to breath.   Shell shock she emerges,  she knows she needs to find shelter,  she knows of the caves systems, for she was a geology teacher.   What she has and can carry she brings with her.  In what was in her basement. 

Along the way in searching for the cave systems in what was the United States.   She comes across another survivor a wolf pup of six months.   Who is hurt,  she nurses the wolf pup to health and develops a relationship  with the pup and names him Lucky. For he like her is survived only on pure luck.   It takes two months to search out an entrance into caves.   It takes another four months to find other humans that have survived.    Does she find her husband,   or relatives in the survivors?

On's:  Open to anything not an off.
Off's:  No mutilation,  water sports or feces play and no underage.

Name: Michael Hanes
Gender:  Male
Age:  58
Former Occupation:  Prisoner (Convicted Murderer - Life Sentence)
Relations:  Not sure, doesn't really know.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual with some bi tendencies.   

Personality: Stoic persona exhibited,  rarely smiles.   A outward tough guy exterior.   General beta disposition that will allow him to be the enforcer for whoever assumes leadership.  Through the outward guff exterior of a badass persona,  Michael has a heart of gold and protective streak. 

Background: At nineteen years of age the once promising career of a young five-star recruit to a major college football program.  A all American high school offensive  lineman had signed to play at Ohio State.  A6'5" 305 lbs.   Michael had lateral quickness,  a freaky strength and well he would be a sure fire left tackle in the pro's.    All of that disappeared the night and weekend that him and friends had gone to Chicago and entered a bar.   He was going to play for Woody Hayes.    An well that ended going to the bar.   The Z90 bar was a cop's bar where Chicago police went off duty to let lose and drink.  Michael and his friends did not realize it.   Drinking and playing pool in the bar for several hours.   They would move to a booth after a bit.   Then as the night wore on,  cries from back by the pool tables.   A group of guys six of them have ripped the clothes off a woman and are beginning to gang bang rape the woman.    Michael and his two friends went to help the woman.   In the ensuing melee he killed one of the cops punched him so hard in the face he shoved his nose into his brain.   The state prosecutor wanted the death sentence.   Fortunately Michael only got a life sentence.    He should not have been convicted.   The off duty bad cops had been wrong.    However,  he did and it is where he stayed in prison in the state prison in Pontiac Illinois for thirty nine years.   Each parole hearing denied freedom.   

He kept the peace and was right hand strong arm man of the kingpin in prison.   He been doing such for the last ten years.  Despite near sixty Michael is still a force.   When the end of the world struck.   He was in the last isolation cell in the prison for fighting that week.    Delivering a message for the boss.   It turned out to be lucky for the cell was the only thing to survive the upheaval.    Out of the ruble that was the prison arose Michael.   He finds a fireman's axe that was once in the prison guard's office.  With the firemans axe he makes his way in this new world.  Almost not suriviving as he had not the shelter but he heading south makes it to what is known as the Cahokia mounds where  he finds shelter.   Once the passing of the supercharged air that ignited much of the earth.   Michael made his way again and came upon the settlement of survivors and cave system. 

Michael with his hair now long and unruly and full beard,  he looks as if he is a Viking warrior come out of the pages of history.

On's:  Anything not listed as a off.
Off's: Never on the receiving end,  pedophile,  rape. 


Rest of the roster

_{Player - Character}

TerribleTira - Amanda Bayer
Emer - Quinn Joyce
severalothers - Marcus Lagner
CaptainWhitebread - Alexander Huntington
Skydancer - Megan Westerbrook
icecradle - Jack
Chajesdad - Atilla
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[float=right][img width=250][/img][/float][b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]  (Male, Female, Hermaphrodite, Transgender - 1/5th ratio of hermaphrodites and transgenders to others)
[b]Age:[/b]  (No one under 16)
[b]Former Occupation:[/b]  (What you were before the meteor strike)
[b]Relations:[/b  (Spouses, siblings, children and friends if any.)
[b]Sexual Orientation:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]Background:[/b] (Besides describing ones past prior to the end,  and weeks and months leading to getting with the group.  Also significant others,  spouses, siblings, children and friends that may be taken up by anoher player in creating a survivor. )

[b]On's:[/b]
[b]Off's:[/b]





What this game is not is a cyber-sex only.   It's about world and society building.   The direction the players take it.   The raw divides of our society put into a fishbowl of existence.  Yes this 'E' and there will be sex and that is part of life and expected.  For such this game will be put in either non-consensual or extreme.   

^Vote

Free form 2  /  D20 Modern 1

[Elven Sex Goddess]

More aspects of the world building.

Money is worthless,  so how does the group develop a barter system.   One way is through trade of goods,  or barter of skills and of course even sexual favors.    As such is needed for survival in this brave new world after the calamity.   This another aspect on how the group will develop in shaping the norms of society now.   

[Remiel]

Always interested in something like this.  Would be interested in seeing how a d20 system would be utilized.

[severalothers]

I'm definitely interested!

[Elven Sex Goddess]

Always interested in something like this.  Would be interested in seeing how a d20 system would be utilized.

I'm definitely interested!

I'm definitely interested!

I'd like to submit a character application. However, I'd need to know exactly how much time has passed since the meteor hit. This is so that I can determine my character's age.

I am interested in this RP as a free-form system.

First Happy Holidays and if celebrate Christmas Merry Christmas.   

Thank you all so far for the interest. 

Ok not precise, reading up a meteor ten kilometers would be extinction level.   And would affect everywhere on earth.    The initial impact would create worldwide debris that would fill the atmosphere.   Shooting out into space even.  Most of it will fall back down.   The crust of the earth and Teutonic plates would  set off a massive shifting of the earths crust.   While worldwide massive Tsunamis in the various large bodies of water would occur.    Then when the debris begins to fall it will supercharge the atmosphere.  Making it like the inside of oven and setting off massive forest fires that makes what is happening in California looking like small potatoes.    Now filling the air with ash and soot.     Now triggering the second phase the start of the ice age.   As the debris of ash and soot block the sun's warmth and the very land begins to cool down massively triggering the start of a ice age.   

To survive both animals and humanity it is only on blind luck.    Cities have sunk,  been rolled over by massive shifts of the earth.   Those who survived somehow the luck they have been trapped in pockets.   Now these pockets are unstable, forcing them to eventually travel to search out caves more solid.  Until the travel,  its assume these lucky survivors have had enough supplies to lat a 5 to 7 months.   At this time still plenty of soot and ash in the air.   But the massive forest fires are slowing down as the super heated charged air is cooled significantly.   Allowing the survivors to emerge and begin looking for permanent shelter. 

For some of you it may be a few weeks to reach the settlement for others it may be 6 months.   So the settlement is going to have been up for around 6 months.    A cave system that is stable.   Deep enough that it is not affected by the rapid cooling of the air above. 

So about a year since the extinction level strike.   And now the air is finally clear and day is returning. 

[Captain Whitebread]

Potentially interested as well, with a strong preference for free form.

[Elven Sex Goddess]

Name: Amanda Bayer
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Former Occupation: Assistant Manager, Retail
Relations: Husband (Deceased), Daughter (Deceased)
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Personality:
A few cards short of a full deck, Amanda is neurotic at best and outright unhinged at her worst.
The psychological traumas of her recent past are the primary motivators to her unstable nature.

Background:
Before the disaster, Amanda's life could be considered mundane if not a bit dull and overly-ordinary. She worked a (nearly) full-time job at a clothing outlet.
Her husband worked at a warehouse as a shipping clerk. Between the two of them, they raised their single daughter, Emily. Amanda's daughter had been 12 when the meteor hit.
And when the chaos and dust had all settled, Amanda was miraculously fortunate enough to have both her husband and daughter with her to brave the aftermath together with her.
Their survival was bittersweet, however. In the coming months, Amanda watched her family grow weaker and sickly. They had joined with a handful of other survivors,
and the small group kept on the constant move in search of food and shelter as the climate began to quickly descend into an inhospitable freeze.
At length, food was non-existent. And the first to die became the first to be eaten.

When Amanda's husband fell to injury while scouting a mountainside, it was only a matter of time before infection set in and claimed his life.
The grief stricken wife could not bring herself to eat the flesh of her mate. She attempted to stave off the others in the group, but was eventually overpowered.
They took her husband from her, cooking and eating his corpse while Amanda was bound only paces away. When Amanda's guttural outcries and wails eventually simmered down to incoherent mewling,
the group eventually untied her. She was kept on watch as many feared she would retaliate. However, after a full day of Amanda appearing almost completely catatonic,
they deemed her a loss. It would only be a matter of time until she shared the same fate as her husband.

That night however, Amanda took a large rock and brought it down on each of the other group member's heads while they slept. Her daughter was spared of course,
and the two now had more food than they could possibly eat before it began to rot. As the days wore on, Amanda's daughter began to fall ill. With no medicine to treat her,
the young girl quickly fell to a fever and eventually passed in her sleep. Amanda woke the next day cradling the cold, stiff body of her daughter in her arms.
With no strength left to even bury the last of her family, Amanda resigned herself to die in the cold. As an incoming blizzard began to set in,
the broken woman wandered into the icy storm with every intent to die. As she meandered in the snow blind however, She came upon a cave entrance.
Not knowing where she was or where to go, Amanda entered the cave system. She quickly found that it was occupied by a small settlement of more survivors.

That was several weeks ago. Amanda has only moderately acquainted herself with the cave-dwellers, but does not readily open up to anyone. She keeps to her own,
small tasks and tends to avoid conversation that pries too much into her own history. Oftentimes, she can be heard muttering and arguing with herself. She sometimes talks in her sleep,
crying out for her late daughter and even sleep walking. On more than one occasion, Amanda has been found standing but asleep, near the settlement's cave mouth.
She stares blankly out into the frozen blackness for hours before returning back to her allotted corner. She frequently considers more attempts at suicide as she struggles with her unyielding grief.
However, Amanda also believes that she found the cave settlement through an act of providence, and believes that God literally talks to her in various and unorthodox ways.

Character On's: (doesn't really have On's anymore, but will engage in sexual relations for the sake of barter)
Character Off's: Touching, affection, long conversation, impregnation, rape

Perfect,  the character really catches the spirit of the game.   The depth of tragedy of loss of those close that made up her world.  The now dark stain of being a killer,  doing such for love.   A dark secret that she keeps to herself.   It seems she has to survive unconsciously turned off her emotions, humanity.   To escape the pain. 




Of course not everyone is going to deal with what has been thrown their way by the calamity that has struck the earth.  As Clara and Amanda are different.   I believe that each response will be shaped just a bit different.   How one copes with what has happened and moving forward. 

[severalothers]

I will have a character application up soon!

[Emer]

Heyo! I took a bit of interest in this setting. It seemed fun and I actually managed to play around with making a character for this. If you're still looking for others ^^.

Name: Quinn Joyce
Gender:  Male
Age:  42
Former Occupation:  Retired Military (Ex Combat Medic Specialist) / Chef
Relations:  Single Pringle, Niece somewhere out there. Ex-Wife that left him.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Personality: Optimistic and outgoing are a bit underrated when it comes to explaining Quinn’s personality. Ever since his military days, Quinn has always looked on the brighter side of things, if it got worse then there was always good news awaiting them when the mission was done. That was the perspective he had kept all the way up until he became a retired military personnel. After his retirement, Quinn felt restless and took up a second career choice that lead towards him being a chef.

Those that have worked with the elder gentleman will go beyond to say that he strives to help those in need. At least that was how it used to be, now that Armageddon has happened… Quinn has learned a very valuable lesson. Those closest to you are the first to betray you when a better prospect has shown itself. He learned that from what he would consider his now ex wife, after she had taken every one of their belongings and ran off with a group of men and women.

She had left a permanent little scar upon the grizzled elder man’s heart that still hasn’t healed. Nowadays he is more cautious with those he chooses to side with, let alone spend the night with. After all, when the one that you loved the most left you to die after unexpected events for their own survival, a different mentality steps in.

Background: Before the incident in which Quinn will refer to as a reset in the current times. Quinn led a rather simple lifestyle, the elderly gentleman wasn't rich. In fact, to call his existence mediocre is accurate. Rising early in the morning while pulling late-night shifts. It was easy to refer to Quinn as a hard-working individual who put one hundred percent into everything that he set his mind too. He had been married to his lovely wife Michelle for twelve plus years, with no heir in sight due to Michelle being infertile. Which was quite the blessing in disguise eh?

However, after the Reset, everything had changed for the elderly gentleman. Quinn and his wife had been lucky to survive the crashing of Armegeddon the two being buried beneath the rubble of the collapsing mall. The two were doing some Sunday shopping, Preparing for the next few days to sit down and have a romantic little get together. Luckily for the two of them, the mall had been built over a fault line which collapsed as soon as the plates began to shift. Sucking those within the mall deep underground, providing protection from the upcoming catastrophic events taking place above.

Being trapped underground isn't necessarily a pleasant experience, but those that had lived the encounter had food to last them for a few months luckily due to being at a mall during the time of the reset. However starvation and deprivation will lead humans to perform actions that they found before morbid. Once the food had run out after two months, due to overeating and people ignoring the rationing rules set in place by others. It soon became apparent that others would need to find a source of food. That's when it turned into a fright fest, people began feasting on one another.

Quinn had refused to partake in the act of cannibalizing his fellow survivors, but Michelle had no problem partaking. This soon caused a rift between the two as Quinn was constantly arguing and fighting with her. There were others that sympathized with Quinn in regard to resisting the cannibalistic nature the others where displaying. Soon the stress and dislikes between the two groups made a small rift. Quinn still loving Michelle had decided to stick with her even though moral choices where imbalanced at this point in time. His own hunger slowly pinging up due to the meager rations he received.

Continuing to be an optimistic person he was lending out a helping hand still, offering what little he had in order to make sure others were taken care of. That's when it happened, suddenly without his own knowledge of events and plans set against him. Quinn was devastated, catching the first act of his wife sleeping with another man for just some food. Soon followed by more men joining in on the fun. Quinn's disapproval rose quickly, arguments happening every day with his wife. And then one night he was ousted by the community, beaten and quickly dispose of.

His own wife standing and watching, claiming that she stood a better chance of survival with the others over following him. Bruised and broken, laying out in the frozen tundra of the upper world, followed by heat flashes that would make even a pig sweat had drained everything from the man. Feeling broken, betrayed, and tricked his whole being changed. At first, he wished for vengeance, hunting down the group that had betrayed him, catching a few here and there out on scavaging trips. But a month or so of hunting them down he began to realize... He didn't feel the hatred that had claimed his mind.

Instead, his newfound path was surviving. A strong sense of provocation had taken over. He wished to prove every single one of those people wrong. More importantly, he wished to prove to his wife that he was capable of surviving this on his own terms. Throughout his struggles with the harshness of the environment. He eventually stumbled across a settlement. Rules and what seemed to be a functioning community had already been established. Deciding to regain his strength and stamina here, for the time being, Quinn joined the growing community. Having only been here a week, others can see the distrust laced deep inside him, even with his easy going smile.


On's: Is game to try most things.
Off's: Scat.

[Elven Sex Goddess]

Heyo! I took a bit of interest in this setting. It seemed fun and I actually managed to play around with making a character for this. If you're still looking for others ^^.

Name: Quinn Joyce
Gender:  Male
Age:  42
Former Occupation:  Retired Military (Ex Combat Medic Specialist) / Chef
Relations:  Single Pringle, Niece somewhere out there. Ex-Wife that left him.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Personality: Optimistic and outgoing are a bit underrated when it comes to explaining Quinn’s personality. Ever since his military days, Quinn has always looked on the brighter side of things, if it got worse then there was always good news awaiting them when the mission was done. That was the perspective he had kept all the way up until he became a retired military personnel. After his retirement, Quinn felt restless and took up a second career choice that lead towards him being a chef.

Those that have worked with the elder gentleman will go beyond to say that he strives to help those in need. At least that was how it used to be, now that Armageddon has happened… Quinn has learned a very valuable lesson. Those closest to you are the first to betray you when a better prospect has shown itself. He learned that from what he would consider his now ex wife, after she had taken every one of their belongings and ran off with a group of men and women.

She had left a permanent little scar upon the grizzled elder man’s heart that still hasn’t healed. Nowadays he is more cautious with those he chooses to side with, let alone spend the night with. After all, when the one that you loved the most left you to die after unexpected events for their own survival, a different mentality steps in.

Background: Before the incident in which Quinn will refer to as a reset in the current times. Quinn led a rather simple lifestyle, the elderly gentleman wasn't rich. In fact, to call his existence mediocre is accurate. Rising early in the morning while pulling late-night shifts. It was easy to refer to Quinn as a hard-working individual who put one hundred percent into everything that he set his mind too. He had been married to his lovely wife Michelle for twelve plus years, with no heir in sight due to Michelle being infertile. Which was quite the blessing in disguise eh?

However, after the Reset, everything had changed for the elderly gentleman. Quinn and his wife had been lucky to survive the crashing of Armegeddon the two being buried beneath the rubble of the collapsing mall. The two were doing some Sunday shopping, Preparing for the next few days to sit down and have a romantic little get together. Luckily for the two of them, the mall had been built over a fault line which collapsed as soon as the plates began to shift. Sucking those within the mall deep underground, providing protection from the upcoming catastrophic events taking place above.

Being trapped underground isn't necessarily a pleasant experience, but those that had lived the encounter had food to last them for a few months luckily due to being at a mall during the time of the reset. However starvation and deprivation will lead humans to perform actions that they found before morbid. Once the food had run out after two months, due to overeating and people ignoring the rationing rules set in place by others. It soon became apparent that others would need to find a source of food. That's when it turned into a fright fest, people began feasting on one another.

Quinn had refused to partake in the act of cannibalizing his fellow survivors, but Michelle had no problem partaking. This soon caused a rift between the two as Quinn was constantly arguing and fighting with her. There were others that sympathized with Quinn in regard to resisting the cannibalistic nature the others where displaying. Soon the stress and dislikes between the two groups made a small rift. Quinn still loving Michelle had decided to stick with her even though moral choices where imbalanced at this point in time. His own hunger slowly pinging up due to the meager rations he received.

Continuing to be an optimistic person he was lending out a helping hand still, offering what little he had in order to make sure others were taken care of. That's when it happened, suddenly without his own knowledge of events and plans set against him. Quinn was devastated, catching the first act of his wife sleeping with another man for just some food. Soon followed by more men joining in on the fun. Quinn's disapproval rose quickly, arguments happening every day with his wife. And then one night he was ousted by the community, beaten and quickly dispose of.

His own wife standing and watching, claiming that she stood a better chance of survival with the others over following him. Bruised and broken, laying out in the frozen tundra of the upper world, followed by heat flashes that would make even a pig sweat had drained everything from the man. Feeling broken, betrayed, and tricked his whole being changed. At first, he wished for vengeance, hunting down the group that had betrayed him, catching a few here and there out on scavaging trips. But a month or so of hunting them down he began to realize... He didn't feel the hatred that had claimed his mind.

Instead, his newfound path was surviving. A strong sense of provocation had taken over. He wished to prove every single one of those people wrong. More importantly, he wished to prove to his wife that he was capable of surviving this on his own terms. Throughout his struggles with the harshness of the environment. He eventually stumbled across a settlement. Rules and what seemed to be a functioning community had already been established. Deciding to regain his strength and stamina here, for the time being, Quinn joined the growing community. Having only been here a week, others can see the distrust laced deep inside him, even with his easy going smile.


On's: Is game to try most things.
Off's: Scat.

Thank you for the interest and character looks great.   So welcome to the game and hopefully we will get more interest and start soon.

[severalothers]

Name: Marcus Lagner
Gender:  Male
Age:  27
Former Occupation:  Truck driver/Contractor/Construction worker
Relations: Single. Doesn't think any of his former family/friends are still alive, but no way to know for sure.
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Personality: Marc is a survivor, plain and simple. He's generally agreeable but ultimately self-interested no matter what. Realizing that working with others is the best way to survive, he is personable and a good communicator/negotiator but internally more concerned about personal gain than building real relationships. His past as an independent contractor make him self-sufficient in many ways, so he only asks for help when he needs it and makes it a point to not owe favors whenever possible.

His memory loss (more about this below) makes it hard for him to participate in long conversations about his life after the Impact, so he generally avoids personal conversation in general.

Background: He had been no one before the Impact. One of thousands of young, single, "some-college" white men in south Philly with no direction in life other than the next job. He'd never been good at school or with women but his mother and four older brothers had taught him how to live independently. After dropping out of college at 20, he spent several years learning various trades but never finding a solid career path. The first meteor struck the day after his mother's funeral.

It didn't take long for things to go to shit. Lucky enough to meet someone with the right connections in the early minutes of the Impact, he found himself sheltered in an old Cold War-era bunker with about a hundred other people. No more than 2 weeks days in, former upstanding citizens of Philadelphia had formed gangs and crimes like theft, battery, and rape ran rampant in the various rooms and hallways of the shelter, which itself was failing structurally after the shockwave of the Impact hit the decades-old facility. Someone finally lost it and busted the doors open, Marcus and a few others who'd kept their sanity got out of there as fast as they could.

The time after the initial Impact and the Freeze was essentially hell on earth. Black skies and brown water, storms of ash, rain, and rubble raining down constantly. His small band of survivors was made up of seven men and one woman wondering the Mid-Atlantic Coast until it became clear that the world would soon freeze over. With no food or water, the group nearly descended into madness before coming across what can only be described as a miracle: a US Navy Aircraft Carrier floating into the Philadelphia harbor.

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Named "The Salvation" by its newfound crew, the original sailors of the Aircraft Carrier had either died in an ocean storm that featured car-sized boulders as hail or from starvation as the ship drifted from abandoned port to abandoned port. The ship had a nuclear engine, and thus a fuel supply that could last years. Most navigation and communication equipment was destroyed before Marcus and the others got to it, so besides basic steering and movement the Salvation was nothing more than a small city on the ocean.

The small group found other survivors attracted to the ship, and eventually a group of a few dozen men and women took to the seas, desperately hoping to sail for warmer waters. They found initial success, deep-sea environments being some of the last to feel the effects of an asteroid impact and thus yielding some fish and other forms of nutrients. However, human nature eventually overran any sort of good fortune the survivors could have considered theirs. The community on board the Salvation eventually swelled to almost 50 members as they stopped at various "ports" (coastal areas that allowed the ship to come within rowing distance) along the coast. Some of these members belonged to a cult that preached the total abandonment of morality in favor of an animalistic pursuit of satisfaction of any kind. This cult gained enough support to effectively rule the ship, and atrocities of all kinds reigned down on any smaller ships or towns the Salvation came across and even on those on board as well.

Marcus must have eventually joined the cult, but he remembers no details from his time aboard the Salvation. Sometimes having nightmares of the ship, all he knows is it ran aground in the Carolinas four months after he had found it in Philly. His nightmares/flashbacks are violent and almost inhuman in the actions they portray, and Marc is not sure to what extend he participated in the actions his mind has suppressed. Perhaps the result of psychological coping mechanisms or extensive substance abuse while on the Salvation, his recent memory starts as he hiked through the frozen swamps of the Southeast Coast, new tattoos, scars, and markings of all kinds on his body. He walked aimlessly for a while, vaguely remembering meeting a few other individuals or small groups scavenging the decimated Earth. He'd worked with them when he could, but also found ways to take whatever he needed to satisfy his survival and physical needs. The highways he'd once drove as a Trucker were gone, replaced with rubble of all kinds, but Marcus eventually found what was left of civilization in the caves of the Appalachian Mountains.
He would now describe himself as an independent trader. There is still resources to be found on the surface, if one knew how to look, and Marcus does. Uninterested in forming a permanent lifestyle in the community he joined almost a month ago, he stays underground long enough to properly rest and prepare for his next trip outside.

On's: Oral/anal/vaginal sex. Being dominant. Women in general, all the groups Marcus has survived with have been majority male so any female companionship is highly valued.
Off's: M/M, scat, gore.

[Elven Sex Goddess]

Name: Marcus Lagner
Gender:  Male
Age:  27
Former Occupation:  Truck driver/Contractor/Construction worker
Relations: Single. Doesn't think any of his former family/friends are still alive, but no way to know for sure.
Sexual Orientation: Straight

Personality: Marc is a survivor, plain and simple. He's generally agreeable but ultimately self-interested no matter what. Realizing that working with others is the best way to survive, he is personable and a good communicator/negotiator but internally more concerned about personal gain than building real relationships. His past as an independent contractor make him self-sufficient in many ways, so he only asks for help when he needs it and makes it a point to not owe favors whenever possible.

His memory loss (more about this below) makes it hard for him to participate in long conversations about his life after the Impact, so he generally avoids personal conversation in general.

Background: He had been no one before the Impact. One of thousands of young, single, "some-college" white men in south Philly with no direction in life other than the next job. He'd never been good at school or with women but his mother and four older brothers had taught him how to live independently. After dropping out of college at 20, he spent several years learning various trades but never finding a solid career path. The first meteor struck the day after his mother's funeral.

It didn't take long for things to go to shit. Lucky enough to meet someone with the right connections in the early minutes of the Impact, he found himself sheltered in an old Cold War-era bunker with about a hundred other people. No more than 2 weeks days in, former upstanding citizens of Philadelphia had formed gangs and crimes like theft, battery, and rape ran rampant in the various rooms and hallways of the shelter, which itself was failing structurally after the shockwave of the Impact hit the decades-old facility. Someone finally lost it and busted the doors open, Marcus and a few others who'd kept their sanity got out of there as fast as they could.

The time after the initial Impact and the Freeze was essentially hell on earth. Black skies and brown water, storms of ash, rain, and rubble raining down constantly. His small band of survivors was made up of seven men and one woman wondering the Mid-Atlantic Coast until it became clear that the world would soon freeze over. With no food or water, the group nearly descended into madness before coming across what can only be described as a miracle: a US Navy Aircraft Carrier floating into the Philadelphia harbor.

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Named "The Salvation" by its newfound crew, the original sailors of the Aircraft Carrier had either died in an ocean storm that featured car-sized boulders as hail or from starvation as the ship drifted from abandoned port to abandoned port. The ship had a nuclear engine, and thus a fuel supply that could last years. Most navigation and communication equipment was destroyed before Marcus and the others got to it, so besides basic steering and movement the Salvation was nothing more than a small city on the ocean.

The small group found other survivors attracted to the ship, and eventually a group of a few dozen men and women took to the seas, desperately hoping to sail for warmer waters. They found initial success, deep-sea environments being some of the last to feel the effects of an asteroid impact and thus yielding some fish and other forms of nutrients. However, human nature eventually overran any sort of good fortune the survivors could have considered theirs. The community on board the Salvation eventually swelled to almost 50 members as they stopped at various "ports" (coastal areas that allowed the ship to come within rowing distance) along the coast. Some of these members belonged to a cult that preached the total abandonment of morality in favor of an animalistic pursuit of satisfaction of any kind. This cult gained enough support to effectively rule the ship, and atrocities of all kinds reigned down on any smaller ships or towns the Salvation came across and even on those on board as well.

Marcus must have eventually joined the cult, but he remembers no details from his time aboard the Salvation. Sometimes having nightmares of the ship, all he knows is it ran aground in the Carolinas four months after he had found it in Philly. His nightmares/flashbacks are violent and almost inhuman in the actions they portray, and Marc is not sure to what extend he participated in the actions his mind has suppressed. Perhaps the result of psychological coping mechanisms or extensive substance abuse while on the Salvation, his recent memory starts as he hiked through the frozen swamps of the Southeast Coast, new tattoos, scars, and markings of all kinds on his body. He walked aimlessly for a while, vaguely remembering meeting a few other individuals or small groups scavenging the decimated Earth. He'd worked with them when he could, but also found ways to take whatever he needed to satisfy his survival and physical needs. The highways he'd once drove as a Trucker were gone, replaced with rubble of all kinds, but Marcus eventually found what was left of civilization in the caves of the Appalachian Mountains.
He would now describe himself as an independent trader. There is still resources to be found on the surface, if one knew how to look, and Marcus does. Uninterested in forming a permanent lifestyle in the community he joined almost a month ago, he stays underground long enough to properly rest and prepare for his next trip outside.

On's: Oral/anal/vaginal sex. Being dominant. Women in general, all the groups Marcus has survived with have been majority male so any female companionship is highly valued.
Off's: M/M, scat, gore.

Character looks good and is accepted.    No towns at this point as if buildings still standing.   What was standing if anything did not get caught up with immediate upheaval became a casualty of the super heated charged air. That caused the large spread mass fires around the world.     

The background of ship found and the deranged cult, gives a nice protagonist in the story down the line that may can come into play later on.   

[Captain Whitebread]

Name:Alexander Huntington
Gender:  Male
Age: 52 Looks older)
Former Occupation:  Civil engineer
Relations:  Disowned by family and divorced by his wife.  Even his children had nothing to do with him.  He has no idea whether any of them are alive.
Sexual Orientation: Straight but bordering on asexual after years of enforced celibacy

Personality:When he was sober (and not hung over) Alexander was a genial and intelligent conversationalist. When he was drunk, he was a silent, brooding loner. When he'd been drinking but wasn't entirely drunk (a state where he spent the majority of his time), he was gregarious, occasionally overly so. He has a quick, sometimes savage wit. While most people think his being drunk will make his less aware and less able, he considers himself at his best when tipsy. 

Now that the world has ended and his alcohol supply has been mostly cut off, he's been forced to face the demons he's been hiding from for decades.  It's had a significant affect on him and he's a pale shadow of his former self.  When he has alcohol, traces of his old personality return. 

Background: Alexander was the second son of a wealthy family. Educated at MIT, he was a rising star in the field of engineering. Sent to the remote region in Alaska, he was assigned the task of building a bridge over a chasm that would allow rail traffic to open up the centre of an untapped area of natural resources. He completed the task in record time, coming in under budget as well. He was hailed as a hero, right up until the moment the bridge collapsed under the weight of the first train that crossed it, killing hundreds of passengers as well as a handful of dignitaries. It seemed that alcohol and engineering didn't mix as well as Alexander thought they did.

He tried to flee but was arrested and placed on trial for his crimes.  He had no defense, save his alcoholism.  He was sentenced to life in prison.   His family abandoned him.  It was a miracle that he was even transferred to a prison in the continental US.

He was in solitary confinement when the meteor hit; it was probably why he survived.  His scavenging has turned up a number of things that he considers useful; a case of whisky that he jealously guards and a Holland & Holland .470 Nitro Express double barrel elephant rifle, with twenty bullets.  It used to be thirty but he's used ten hunting for food.  At least three were used on long pig. 

He arrived at the community two weeks ago, stumbling drunk.  He collapsed at the entrance; it was entirely luck that he was found before he froze to death.  He's been rather withdrawn and distrustful, unable to wrap his head around the way the community was willing to accept him.  He has been slowly starting to open up and has made very tentative connections with some of the residents.  He has donated an axe to the community stores and had offered the location of a ruined doomsday prepper's bunker.  It was devoid of food but still had a stock of medical supplies and batteries.

On's: Nearly impotent, Alexander doesn't find much arousing, except for a very well done strip tease.  He's unlikely to trade sex for anything he values.
Off's: Homosexuality is something Alexander learned to avoid in prison.  He's not much of a fan of bathroom games or blood.  He's also a racist, so women of colour are a serious turn off for him.


OOC: I was considering a trucker.  Good thing I went in another direction.

[Elven Sex Goddess]

Name:Alexander Huntington
Gender:  Male
Age: 52 Looks older)
Former Occupation:  Civil engineer
Relations:  Disowned by family and divorced by his wife.  Even his children had nothing to do with him.  He has no idea whether any of them are alive.
Sexual Orientation: Straight but bordering on asexual after years of enforced celibacy

Personality:When he was sober (and not hung over) Alexander was a genial and intelligent conversationalist. When he was drunk, he was a silent, brooding loner. When he'd been drinking but wasn't entirely drunk (a state where he spent the majority of his time), he was gregarious, occasionally overly so. He has a quick, sometimes savage wit. While most people think his being drunk will make his less aware and less able, he considers himself at his best when tipsy. 

Now that the world has ended and his alcohol supply has been mostly cut off, he's been forced to face the demons he's been hiding from for decades.  It's had a significant affect on him and he's a pale shadow of his former self.  When he has alcohol, traces of his old personality return. 

Background: Alexander was the second son of a wealthy family. Educated at MIT, he was a rising star in the field of engineering. Sent to the remote region in Alaska, he was assigned the task of building a bridge over a chasm that would allow rail traffic to open up the centre of an untapped area of natural resources. He completed the task in record time, coming in under budget as well. He was hailed as a hero, right up until the moment the bridge collapsed under the weight of the first train that crossed it, killing hundreds of passengers as well as a handful of dignitaries. It seemed that alcohol and engineering didn't mix as well as Alexander thought they did.

He tried to flee but was arrested and placed on trial for his crimes.  He had no defense, save his alcoholism.  He was sentenced to life in prison.   His family abandoned him.  It was a miracle that he was even transferred to a prison in the continental US.

He was in solitary confinement when the meteor hit; it was probably why he survived.  His scavenging has turned up a number of things that he considers useful; a case of whisky that he jealously guards and a Holland & Holland .470 Nitro Express double barrel elephant rifle, with twenty bullets.  It used to be thirty but he's used ten hunting for food.  At least three were used on long pig. 

He arrived at the community two weeks ago, stumbling drunk.  He collapsed at the entrance; it was entirely luck that he was found before he froze to death.  He's been rather withdrawn and distrustful, unable to wrap his head around the way the community was willing to accept him.  He has been slowly starting to open up and has made very tentative connections with some of the residents.  He has donated an axe to the community stores and had offered the location of a ruined doomsday prepper's bunker.  It was devoid of food but still had a stock of medical supplies and batteries.

On's: Nearly impotent, Alexander doesn't find much arousing, except for a very well done strip tease.  He's unlikely to trade sex for anything he values.
Off's: Homosexuality is something Alexander learned to avoid in prison.  He's not much of a fan of bathroom games or blood.  He's also a racist, so women of colour are a serious turn off for him.


OOC: I was considering a trucker.  Good thing I went in another direction.

Again I am surprised in a good way.   The character like others brings something more to the table.   That of dealing with racism with being racist in a world that humanity is on the brink of extinction,  fully accepted.   As this shall add some hard role-play plot lines.

[Skydancer]

Name: Megan Westerbrook
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Former Occupation: Trained Nurse / Royalty
Relations: Everyone she know is deceased.
Sexual Orientation: Straight - but happy with Bi tendancies

Personality:
Privileged, Entitled, Confident, Smart, Sassy.

Background:
Born into incredible wealth and privilege. Educated at only the best English Colleges and raised by Tutors and a band of servants. Megan had never worked a day in her life. She only studied Nursing because she liked the sound of it. She was clever and if pushed could had excelled in any role she had sought - but the life of the entitled was more to her liking.
Following college her family had suggested that she date and eventually marry - Lord Francis Westbrook  - 23rd Earl of Wessex and 20th in line to the British throne. Royalty in every sense of the word. They never had to worry about anything - money was just something they had and they had lots of it.
They spent their time between their 600 acre estate in the Uk and houses in New York , London and Tokyo.
For the sake of it Megan had undertaken some charity work and was the patron of 3 charities. She was well known in the social circuits in London and her marriage while pleasant was more to a means to an end. They had planed to start a family of their own but had not done so as yet. Everything was planned and everything was enabled for them.

Then the meteor struck. Megan was in New York on a shopping trip at the time and to say her world was devastated was an understatement. Money no longer had value and social status even less so. Her training as a nurse had stood to her in the early days but the only thing that had saved her was the access to a wealthy friends secure bomb proof Safe Room. She and an older aunt of the house holder had stayed in the Safe room for over 4 months, until rations had lasted. Eventually they had run out and Megan had left the safety of that space.

For the last few weeks Megan had drifted from place to place using her jewelry to purchase food and shelter along the way. She had been give a directional map and a compass for the caves, by one of the butlers and that was the only hope she had.

Over the last few weeks two incidents had occurred that had shaken her to her core.
She had held onto the last pieces of jewelry and had arrived alone at a settlement - once inside she had been brought to the leader who had assumed a king like status in the group. There and then he had had her stripped naked and he and 3 of his henchmen had raped her. She had been in his custody for 3 days where she was maltreated and raped almost constantly. Eventually she had gathered some of her belongings and had escaped / left that settlement. Of course she now had nothing of value left as they had taken everything.

Having wandered for another week she had found another band of survivors and had fallen in with them. She found herself offering sexual services to 2 of the men in that group for food and protection. She had given a number of Blowjobs and had had sex twice with them. While she hated herself for doing this - she found that her body had betrayed her and she had found tremendous sexual satisfaction when offering herself.

She finally left the last group and headed for the caves.

She arrived alone - with almost zero belongings and a life in tatters compared to the life she had had before the Meteor.   

   

Character On's: Sex, oral, anal, group sex, offering herself, Dub Con, Force, Bondage.
Character Off's: Underage, Scat, Excessive Pain.

[Elven Sex Goddess]

Name: Megan Westerbrook
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Former Occupation: Trained Nurse / Royalty
Relations: Everyone she know is deceased.
Sexual Orientation: Straight - but happy with Bi tendancies

Personality:
Privileged, Entitled, Confident, Smart, Sassy.

Background:
Born into incredible wealth and privilege. Educated at only the best English Colleges and raised by Tutors and a band of servants. Megan had never worked a day in her life. She only studied Nursing because she liked the sound of it. She was clever and if pushed could had excelled in any role she had sought - but the life of the entitled was more to her liking.
Following college her family had suggested that she date and eventually marry - Lord Francis Westbrook  - 23rd Earl of Wessex and 20th in line to the British throne. Royalty in every sense of the word. They never had to worry about anything - money was just something they had and they had lots of it.
They spent their time between their 600 acre estate in the Uk and houses in New York , London and Tokyo.
For the sake of it Megan had undertaken some charity work and was the patron of 3 charities. She was well known in the social circuits in London and her marriage while pleasant was more to a means to an end. They had planed to start a family of their own but had not done so as yet. Everything was planned and everything was enabled for them.

Then the meteor struck. Megan was in New York on a shopping trip at the time and to say her world was devastated was an understatement. Money no longer had value and social status even less so. Her training as a nurse had stood to her in the early days but the only thing that had saved her was the access to a wealthy friends secure bomb proof Safe Room. She and an older aunt of the house holder had stayed in the Safe room for over 4 months, until rations had lasted. Eventually they had run out and Megan had left the safety of that space.

For the last few weeks Megan had drifted from place to place using her jewelry to purchase food and shelter along the way. She had been give a directional map and a compass for the caves, by one of the butlers and that was the only hope she had.

Over the last few weeks two incidents had occurred that had shaken her to her core.
She had held onto the last pieces of jewelry and had arrived alone at a settlement - once inside she had been brought to the leader who had assumed a king like status in the group. There and then he had had her stripped naked and he and 3 of his henchmen had raped her. She had been in his custody for 3 days where she was maltreated and raped almost constantly. Eventually she had gathered some of her belongings and had escaped / left that settlement. Of course she now had nothing of value left as they had taken everything.

Having wandered for another week she had found another band of survivors and had fallen in with them. She found herself offering sexual services to 2 of the men in that group for food and protection. She had given a number of Blowjobs and had had sex twice with them. While she hated herself for doing this - she found that her body had betrayed her and she had found tremendous sexual satisfaction when offering herself.

She finally left the last group and headed for the caves.

She arrived alone - with almost zero belongings and a life in tatters compared to the life she had had before the Meteor.   

   

Character On's: Sex, oral, anal, group sex, offering herself, Dub Con, Force, Bondage.
Character Off's: Underage, Scat, Excessive Pain.

Approved,  and welcome to the game. 



Recruiting remains open,  I am planning to start tomorrow.   So OOC and IC threads will go up tomorrow.

[la dame en noir]

Definitely interested. Will probably make a lesbian character, so that will make it very odd.

[Elven Sex Goddess]

Definitely interested. Will probably make a lesbian character, so that will make it very odd.

Welcome and not odd, just variety.   

[Skydancer]

Hi all
Is this going to take off

I think it would be really fun.

Sky

[Elven Sex Goddess]

Hi all
Is this going to take off

I think it would be really fun.

Sky

Yes,  I ran into problems with work,  my eldest daughter been sick.   Hoping to get it started on Thursday my next day off. 

[Elven Sex Goddess]

IC game thread started

[severalothers]

I’m away from home but I’ll have a post up Monday!

[Elven Sex Goddess]

I’m away from home but I’ll have a post up Monday!

No problem thanks for the heads up

[Captain Whitebread]

I will post when I get a chance.

[icecradle]

interested if you're still taking characters? specifically a scrappy male rogue type.