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Nearly a century after World War III in 2245 the world has not ended, and it has not overcome war and violence. That remains impossibly so by the people who live in it. But peace is not the main focus, M53T1 is. And that is Hecate's Virus, the virus of change.
M53T1 creates mutations in humans, and humans alone. When you contract this virus it melds with your DNA and another type of DNA. The second type that it puts together with your own, is whatever animal you happen to come in contact with next. The first victims were shunned upon, but soon the virus became inescapable.
After half a dozen years or so after the breakout, people have more or less gotten over the hysteria. The only pure humans that remain live in quarantine, a sort of preservation for the true human race. They await the day that will never come, when the virus can be separated from DNA and abolished from the world. A new government has arisen, a suppressive, tyrannical power. The leader of the New World was named Jörg Rigibaldi, and he rules the country from the largest city left standing with an iron fist. Almost literally, his 'Meld' as they've become called, is that of a bear. Those Melds have become a sort of supremacist race of their own.
The largest city of the New World is located somewhere in the western United States, called Cordon. The origins of the name are unknown, but its past is irrelevant. Today it remains a bustling city with people of all sorts and sizes and Melds. However, these people who are in, stay in and those who are out, are either out for a reason, or haven't reached Cordon yet. It's one of the only places which provides food and shelter, a steady income, the guarantee of life. But life, comes with a price, freedom.
Within the city's walls is twenty-four hour surveillance. Guards, cameras and slightly more advanced technology. Everything is regulated, daily life has been boiled down to a science. Light on at 6AM, lights off at 8PM. Between those hours registered citizens are allowed to wander through the streets and carry out their daily needs. Of course, there are those certain individuals who choose to rebel, those who are not registered for one reason or another. This is the nation-state of people, the largest in the New World, and Rigibaldi knows they won't go down without a fight.
M53T1 creates mutations in humans, and humans alone. When you contract this virus it melds with your DNA and another type of DNA. The second type that it puts together with your own, is whatever animal you happen to come in contact with next. The first victims were shunned upon, but soon the virus became inescapable.
After half a dozen years or so after the breakout, people have more or less gotten over the hysteria. The only pure humans that remain live in quarantine, a sort of preservation for the true human race. They await the day that will never come, when the virus can be separated from DNA and abolished from the world. A new government has arisen, a suppressive, tyrannical power. The leader of the New World was named Jörg Rigibaldi, and he rules the country from the largest city left standing with an iron fist. Almost literally, his 'Meld' as they've become called, is that of a bear. Those Melds have become a sort of supremacist race of their own.
The largest city of the New World is located somewhere in the western United States, called Cordon. The origins of the name are unknown, but its past is irrelevant. Today it remains a bustling city with people of all sorts and sizes and Melds. However, these people who are in, stay in and those who are out, are either out for a reason, or haven't reached Cordon yet. It's one of the only places which provides food and shelter, a steady income, the guarantee of life. But life, comes with a price, freedom.
Within the city's walls is twenty-four hour surveillance. Guards, cameras and slightly more advanced technology. Everything is regulated, daily life has been boiled down to a science. Light on at 6AM, lights off at 8PM. Between those hours registered citizens are allowed to wander through the streets and carry out their daily needs. Of course, there are those certain individuals who choose to rebel, those who are not registered for one reason or another. This is the nation-state of people, the largest in the New World, and Rigibaldi knows they won't go down without a fight.
We do ask that you have some roleplay skills. Semi-Literate here means at least one small paragraph of 4 sentences. Your writing should be in third person and in the past. Such as she went that way. Not she goes that way.
Additional join requirements may follow.
If you wish to donate for events, please send a trade to Corrupted Glass. Donating directly to the guild just allows us to open more sub-forums. (In other words, areas of Cordon)
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