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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 8:59 pm
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Apocalypse. Simple word... fun one to say, too... but trust me: it's anything but. It's awful. The world is wiped clean of all that once was... all that ever could have been, and why? Because a few greedy bastards couldn't get enough oil. That's it. That was what all of this was about. Oil.
In the last few months of humanity, oil became the number one good in the world, selling for hundreds of dollars a gallon, sometimes more. As people fought to get their hands on enough cash, some turned to less... honorable... ways of getting at the black gold. Some stole, some rigged heists, and others... well... they didn't care about the oil. They wanted the chaos. And so, a small group of extremists banded together to destroy the last remaining oilfields that hadn't been sucked dry by consumers, thus cutting off the world's supply of oil. It worked. The world plunged into madness, and the Earth died. As the people used what oil they had left... as the oil fields caught fire... the world plunged into chaos. Cities were destroyed. Lives were ended. Nothing was safe except a few small areas, and lucky enough for you, your ancestors were in one of them. An old mine shaft in the Rocky Mountains. From there, they reproduced, meeting up with others who had found their way to safety and beginning the human race anew. But all was not well. Soon, the groups split, forming tribes, and, using each group's knowledge of engineering, they built new vehicles. New weapons. However, these ran on solar power. And that was the invention that sparked the wars anew.
Instead of oil, solar paneling is the new commodity, with gangs roaming around, driving groups of solar-powered machines, all looking for fights. All looking for more of the precious paneling. And so we are. Here. In the wasteland. Solar Powered factories have been erected in the middle of the wastelands, producing vehicles, producing weapons, goods... everything. Everything is made from solar power, and everything is expensive. No one can afford it, so many times, the factories are just destroyed, over run, or shut down.
It is in this world: a world thriving with thieves and gangs, hatred and segregation that you live. Tribe against tribe, man against man...
Welcome to the wasteland.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 11:37 pm
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Here you are: the Wasteland. You're just wandering around for now, but trust me: you'll find people. You'll find them, but you might not want to. There are three prominent gangs with outposts everywhere: The Scorpions, a small-time gang committed to robbing solar panel factories; The Tricorps, Co, a company that runs solar panel factories; and The Outcasts, a group of people who choose not to get involved.
Rules:
Feel free to switch between gangs as you see fit, but at least choose one to begin with
Send all profiles to me biggrin
Keep it PG17
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Username: Name: Age: Faction: Appearance: Scars: Piercings: Birthmarks: Quirks: Theme song: Personality: Likes: Dislikes:
Accepted Profiles:
Username: Ryu Earl Ora Name: Ryu Earl Ora Age: 21 Faction: Outcasts Appearance: Scars: a single scar down his left eye. Piercings: None Birthmarks: A small, skull-shaped mark on the top of his left shoulder Quirks: He enjoys rummaging around in the Wastelands Theme song: New Perspective- P!ATD Personality: Happy to be alive, yet somewhat odd Likes: Inventing from scraps he finds on the ground. Dislikes: Meanies
Username: emerarudo_chan Name: Emerald heart Age: 19 Faction: Scorpians Appearance: Scars: on her left cheek Piercings: right eyebrow Birthmarks: none Quirks: Likes to listen to music when shes on a raiding mission Theme song: Unknown Solider by Breaking Benjamin http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwenY0IYEb8 Personality: Cocky and a bit rude at first but under it all shes a sweet girl who cares for those shes close too Likes: Listening to her music and wearing her goggles Dislikes: People annoying her
Username: The Count of Monte Carlo Name: Ako Riosu Age: 18 Faction: Outcasts Appearance: Scars: long scar running the length of his right forearm, scars over all knuckles, numerous scars hidden by his hair. Piercings: none Birthmarks: none Quirks: Has an insatiable love for music, almost always has headphones either on or nearby. Theme song: Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones Personality: A bit on the dark side, he's learned that when you're never happy, your hopes never get smashed. He is a brother and a guardian, and will defend his little brother no matter the cost. Likes: Music, and he and his brother being alive Dislikes: Threats, people who talk too much.
Username:The Count of Monte Carlo Name: Haro Riosu Age:10 Faction: Outcasts Appearance: Scars: Left eye Piercings: none Birthmarks: none Quirks: Never talks, collects anything he sees laying on the ground if he thinks it has potential to be useful, is very smart for his age. Theme song: Prayer of the Refugee by Rise Against Personality: Shy, inquisitive, and more caring than his big brother. Likes: Being helpful. Dislikes: Being treated like a little kid.
Username:The Original Blade Name:Gin Age:28 Faction:scorpions Appearance: Scars:none Piercings:none Birthmarks:a large shark on his back every one thinks is a tattoo... it's not Quirks:he can't resist hitting on a hot chick Theme song:Toxicity Personality:he acts noble even if he is a lowly scorpion he often works alone Likes:women he can not get enough women Dislikes surprised utcasts he thinks they are arrogant
Username: xXAngel Of CoCo CakeXx Name: Mira and Shayn Mizuka Age: both 14 Faction: Outcasts Appearance: Scars: On their backs, matching claw marks Piercings: Both have their ears pierced three times, Mira has her tongue pierced, Shayn has snakebites Birthmarks: They have a complicated birthmark on their backs, like a design. Quirks: They have cat body parts, and they finish eachother's sentences. Theme song: Mira~ That's Not My Name- The Ting Tings Shayn~ My Immortal- Evanescence Both~ Devour-Shinedown Personality: Mira is Shy and Timid, but Shayn is Rough and Mean Likes:Mira likes Guys, Vanilla, and Music Shayn likes Guys, Chocolate, and Music Dislikes: Both don't like being yelled at, being given orders, and death (When it's on their side...)
Username: xXAngel Of CoCo CakeXx Name: Syn Age: 15 Faction: Outcasts Appearance: Scars: None Piercings: Ears Pierced three times Birthmarks: On her stomach Quirks: She says sorry when she kills, and acts like a lady Theme song: Don't Trust Me- 3Oh!3 Personality: Shy, Timid, but Rough and childish. Likes: Guys, Music, Art, Silence Dislikes: People she doesn't know, being shot at, being hurt, and death on her side.[
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 3:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 9:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 9:44 pm
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The truck, if it could be called that, trundled noisily over the rocky terrain, it's hastily welded and bolted joints squeaking every time it's framework flexed. The young man driving worked hard to keep the vehicle's momentum up, knowing he couldn't accelerate until the clouds passed. Although the vehicle's roof was made up of solar panels, the batteries they fed were dieing. The motors that drove the wheels couldn't get the power they needed to accelerate, and could barely keep their speed up.
When the ground made a transition from uneven rocks to a dusty, hardpacked sand, the driver looked over to the sleeping figure in the passenger seat. The boy had managed to recline the seat, which he'd struggled with for at least ten minutes, and now laid curled up, fast asleep under his seatbelt. The goggles he wore almost seemed to big for his face, and his sandy brown hair fluttered in the wind. The driver smiled, glad to see his little brother finally able to sleep again, and was caught off guard as the vehicle accelerated again. His foot had been to the floor, trying to squeeze all he could out of the motors, and the vehicle now accelerated all out, speeding across the sand.
((Everything I know about driving an electric vehicle I learned from RC cars. When the batteries start to die, the acceleration disappears.)
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 9:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:44 pm
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Ako heard the approaching sound too late. The explosion ripped apart the truck's axle, sending chunks of gears from the differential flying. One wheel skittered away from the truck, making it tilt and turn. Ako tried to correct as the rear tried to pass the front, but he couldn't stop the inevitable. The wheel-less fender dug into the hard sand and sent the truck flipping, dumping what gear it held in a path of debris behind it.
The seatbelt that held the younger boy failed, sending him flying out as well. There was a snap as his wrist hit the ground first, but his head hit next and knocked him out before he could feel the pain.
When the truck stopped, Ako held his held for a second before opening his eyes. He instantly realized what had happened, even as he looked at the scenery from a new perspective. He raised a hand to prop himself up as he undid his seatbelt, and crawled out of the overturned rig. He looked back towards the pile and saw his brother lying face-down on the sand. A look of utter horror changed his face as he yelled, "HARO!" He ran to his brother, cradling him in his arms.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:51 pm
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