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Offline Scout

Re: After it All
« Reply #8 on: September 14, 2015, 06:23:23 pm »
There is no zombie apocalypse. No incurable disease that ravages the population, not even some natural disaster. The world’s end is manmade; as simple as pulling the trigger.

People are well aware that the Earth is only so big, meaning it can only support so many people before it begins to die. But what would happen to us, the people – the parasites – if the Earth died? Where would we go? The universe is vast, it’s highly unlikely that there isn’t a place that is able to support human life like Earth can. We haven’t found it yet and time is running out.

A corrupt government is key.

When the president brought up eradicating useless life, no one questioned it. Everyone had already thought of it; it was logical. There’s too many, so get rid of what’s not needed. But it’s a thought so gruesome and inhumane that no one would’ve imagined bringing it up. Once it was, however, brought to the table, no one found it in themselves to disagree. Time is one hot commodity. Living one hundred years thanks to beautiful health and drastic advances in medicine wasn’t enough. It never is.

So it started with the homeless. Sure, people disagreed, but it was okay because most of the homeless were worthless drug addicts and didn’t want to live a better life for themselves. Why waste precious space on them? Why allow them to breathe the air others who were contributing to society earned?

Bang, bang.

Next? The illegals. The Anchorbabies. They needed to go home. Or just go away. Forever. The hoodrats were also lumped into that category; causing more trouble than they were worth. How selfish could they get?

Bang, bang.

It wasn’t enough. Protestors against the cleanse were gone soon after it started – if they couldn’t support it, then they didn’t need to live. The disabled, welfare ****; gone just the same, unless they could pay their way out of it.

Bang, bang.


Money was welcome. The more you had, the safer you were. Life costs money, if you couldn’t pay to live, you were just as bad as the others. Rich became richer, the poor… well, they got what they deserve.

The process was slow. Perfection took time. Other countries followed suit. The population dwindled into beautiful numbers well sustainable by the Earth. The rich would survive, and war broke out because no one is better than Americans. Foreign leaders were killed and the most prime from each country were kept alive. Soon genetic testing began. The Earth wouldn’t be perfect until only the perfect humans lived. Eugenics were key to that. Genes were even more powerful than money. Those unworthy were killed.

And then ‘unworthy’ became open to interpretation. People thought highly of themselves. The self-righteous lived and were left to rebuild.

Bang, bang, bang.

It wouldn’t end until everyone was gone.
I'm Prada, you're nada.

Offline Raijuta Ochoa

Re: After it All
« Reply #7 on: December 04, 2014, 12:33:31 am »
They said it was a myth... That it was just a rumor, a hoax thought up by leftists to guide people into following a new pattern... But they were wrong. Every person who rode in a car added to it. Every person who excessively sprayed air freshener. Every one of them wore away at the Earth's only layer of protection. They didn't believe it, but I can tell you now; Global Warming, was VERY real.

The melting of the polar ice caps was the start of the end. It was gradual at first. Just chunks of ice falling into the ocean. It was barely noticeable. But then one day it happened out of nowhere... The clouds must had guided the sunlight into just the right angle, because suddenly the Arctic circle just started to crumble and fall into the sea! It started with a single crack, like when a rock hits your windshield at 65 miles an hour. But it quickly spread. Arctic life scattered in a panic as their home was torn apart, a single crack turning into a giant chasm, and then into nothingness in a matter of minutes! But there was nowhere for them to run. Most of them would drown before making it to dry land...

You would think that wouldn't be such a big deal. Just a bunch of ice in the water. But that misconception killed so many people... It started on the beaches, and coasts. The water level rose so quickly that. There was no way they could evacuate in time! People were trapped inside their houses, inside their cars, until the water permeated their only source of protection, and they drowned.

Of course, bodies decay faster under water than on land. It wasn't long before  decomposed human flesh was carried into the fresh water supply, making it unfit for human consumption. Water filters became a commodity.

And the water level continued to rise, killing off crops in the midlands, and forcing people to higher elevation. Starvation began to take people just as quickly as the sea level rising decimated the beach dwellers. You would think they could live off of the ocean life, but with the ice caps falling into the ocean, the water temps dropped 9 degrees, killing off virtually everything that called the ocean it's home, and eliminating the most likely source of food.

It wasn't long before the last remaining humans were living atop the highest mountains, trying their hardest to make a living growing crops in the harsh environments, with low oxygen, and no workable soil. Funny thing. You know what there IS a lot of on mountain tops? SNOW! And those pesky clouds just seem to hate that stuff. It wasn't long before the snow atop mountain ranges across the globe began to melt, causing avalanches that dropped probably half the remaining population into the murky, polluted waters below.

There are less than a billion people on the planet now. Every day is a struggle. A struggle to find food, to communicate with each other, and to find a way to start life anew. There may be no hope left for this planet... Too bad NASA was destroyed....

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Re: After it All
« Reply #6 on: August 07, 2014, 02:34:28 am »
It all started when E-boli crossed the ocean. When two Americans afflicted with the deadly virus, flighted into the states for treatment, set foot upon U.S. soil, it marked the end of an age and the beginning of another extinction.

Outbreak did not happen all at once, though. It started simply, almost unnoticeable, as the nurse treating one of the patients could not find a vein. Sticking and sticking this patient proved useless as the veins had already began to liquify. When she finally found the right spot, The resulting squirt filled her face with thinned blood and entered her body through her eyes and mouth. She feared suffering the same way the two men did and quickly cleaned herself up. She hid her infection, carried it from the hospital into her home with a loving husband and three children, and from there it spread  to schools and to workplaces, stores, airports, and eventually the world.

Only Madagascar seemed to be safe from the deadly virus that slowly mutated to infect animals and other living organisms, keeping pets and livestock alike alive long enough to kill their owners, murdering everything in its wake. Survivors and uninfected quickly made their way to safe havens like Madagascar and  the outbacks of Australia, forming up new cities in these barren lands.

Overpopulation, lack of food and protein, due to almost all the livestock being killed, and lack of fresh water are the struggles of everyday life now, and fighting erupts amongst factions, each growing in power in order to take control. You are a grunt in these factions, a scientist, or simply a man trying to stay alive. What can you do? Risk boating to the mainland where the disease holds everything in its grasp, always searching for new victims? Usually, of 10 raiding parties, one or two would return. Maybe you fight on the front lines for your factions, killing to bring your beliefs and ways to power over all? Only time will tell whether the remaining population unites, or destroys themselves.
"There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip

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Re: After it All
« Reply #5 on: July 17, 2014, 08:41:25 pm »
The night was dressed in an odd, raw darkness that scoped the starless sky with its cold tendrils. Like an icy breath, the wind unraveled a young woman’s loose black braid and raised goose bumps along her bare neck. Despite the cold, she had never felt more alive in her life; it was certainly not a good thing. The earth at her feet had turned to mush after a large storm had ravaged the area around her. Kansas City buildings loomed overhead with their structures handing on by a few iron bars hanging here and there. There was hardly anything left of them, if at all, and made the city look like one giant skyscraper grave yard.

Skeletons of all types of creatures covered the floor as well as miscellaneous debris that sought to cut bare feet and trip those who dare try to rummage through the mess. Macina glanced back to a man distanced by a few unspoken thoughts and fifty feet. His eyes were glazed over with memories. Memories tainted with the violence and memories that tore at the seams of his sanity; what was left of it anyways.

When he had finally persuaded her to accompany him back to their home, what remained of it, she had been hesitant and unable to shake the dread that chilled her to the bone. There was nothing left but she understood what he was searching for since it was the very thing she craved. Closure.

No amount of junk piled on top of soil that had seen almost as much blood as she had, would ever provide the answers to the countless 'why's' she shouted at the heavens in confused anger. Everyone had been killed except for the few remaining people left behind to pick up the pieces and to somehow rectify the situation. How the hell were they supposed to preserve the human race when no one wanted their children in this ****?

"Look, Lucy could not touch the cross," Mark commented, picking up a clay cross from a broken windshield on the car at which he stood on. "The irony."

The massive volcano that had erupted in Montana was renamed 'Lucifer' and Mark nicknamed it 'Lucy'. Although, it had not been the direct cause for all of this, it was the first domino to fall.

After the volcano had spewed over, the president denied help to those in the direct path of it's destruction. America was already too popular, so why stop it? Nature would solve the issue.

When the news had spread that no help would be provided by the government, the people came together and rebeled. Two weeks after the volcano, a scientist set off bombs in this country and a few others. It is still unclear why he had done it or who's side he was on and that information died with him.

"Mark," she murmured into the darkness.

"Ready to go?" he asked, moving to her side with the cross still in hand.

The woman nodded, laying a hand upon her breasts as she gazed out across the rubble. Mark followed her eyes and wrapped his arm around her waist. She was not sure if he was trying to console her or if he was merely using her to hold himself up.

This was not the end.

This was Hell on Earth.
 

Offline Raijuta Ochoa

Re: After it All
« Reply #4 on: June 19, 2014, 10:05:52 am »
It wasn't there before I hopped offline. I'm reading it now

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Re: After it All
« Reply #3 on: June 19, 2014, 12:58:11 am »
And Rai didn't even read it before hopping offline... How rude.

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Re: After it All
« Reply #2 on: June 19, 2014, 12:34:58 am »
((Now this one I can get behind!!! Love the no zombie rule by the way. ;D))

“It was a day like any other... So it seemed...” Said the elderly man to his son in a rough, hardened, tone. Placing his hand on the young man's shoulder. “Though, it was such a long time ago it seems as if it is burned into my memory...” He spoke almost absentmindedly. “The names of lovers, friends, and every sweet moment of life... Forget... But, this... I fear I will take this memory to my grave...”

The elderly man seemed to zone out for a moment as his eyes stared endlessly into one corner of the room. Only for the young boy to look with an impatient anxiety; “And?” he said. Awaiting for his father to finish the story. Telling him exactly what happened that day. The day that the entire human race was brought down to it's last leg of life.

Quickly recovering his attention from the boy's impatient voice he looked to him; continuing his story. “I was one of the lead scientists for a company called nantex incorporated... A company built on the foundation of curing all of life's diseases and short comings... A noble cause, but, now I realize it was a foolish one..” He spoke with a bittersweet tone hidden under his raspy voice.

“We had finally manufactured what we thought to be that magical cure... Our savior. Getting the okay from the government we finally began our testing... It worked wonderfully... Curing every ailment one test rat after another... Even managing to grow limbs from rats that had previously lost that luxury...”

The young man looked to his elderly father in confusion as he was starting to believe the old man was speaking nothing but nonsense. Butting into the story with a confused tone. “Well, what happened? It seems like everything was going just as planned? What was the downside?”

The old man let out a sigh as he spoke in reply to the young man. “Be patient, boy... Not ever story is black and white... Sometimes you have to sit through all of the story to get the message you need..” The old man took a pause as he slipped his hand from the young man's shoulder. Leaning back in his chair with a sore groan. “Mmn... Now where was I...?”

He pondered for a moment before he quickly got his thoughts back on track. “Ah, right... Well, seeing the amazing outcome of the tests on rats the other scientists were blown away... Thinking they did not need to have any human trials... Knowing their product would work... Though, many of the scientists knew better than that. There was still one scientist... One who was the main creator of this miracle drug... He refused to take the time to test; wanting to get the drug out onto the streets as soon as possible... Oh, what was his name...?”

The man let out an irritated sigh as he looked to the old man. Lifting his hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Dad... You're getting off track again...”

The old man let out another say back to his boy; speaking once more. “You really are your mother's son... Oh well, at any rate... This scientist was so prepared to release it into the streets he had stolen countless containers we had manufactured and a machine that would be used to make the cure air borne..”

“Soon after he had took the materials we checked on the rats and it seemed as though they had all died... Not of disease; no... Of suicide... They had used their healthy, freshly grown, limbs and torn open their own stomachs.. Killed themselves any way they could just to find relief...”

The boy looked at the old man in surprise as he finally remained quiet; wanting to hear more and more.  Seeing the boy's attention he only let out a huff of a chuckle. “Now unable to find this missing scientist and materials we looked in the only place we could... His lab. Do you know what we found there?” He asked the boy as he watched his reaction. “A plan?”

“Not quit... We found an empty needle... Used to inject the cure... He had used it on himself... We had no idea how incredibly sick this man was, but, we knew what was going to happen next... We no why he took the materials... He had went mad; thinking he could sure the entire human race... Though, we all knew he was wrong... No matter how good the cause it would bring nothing but bad..”

The old man had let out a saddened sigh as he attempted to gain his emotionless composure. Continuing on with his apocalyptic tale. “Soon after the police had found the man in an abandoned factory in the middle of Manhattan... Soon, but, not quite soon enough... The man was screaming nonsense as the police screamed for him to surrender, but, he did nothing of the sort. Activating the machine: releasing this cure... Immediately being gunned down by the police...”

“So what happened next?” The young man pleaded.

“Though, the cure worked at first; curing all who breathed it in. It did not work for long... Mutating into a virus... Spreading from person to person at an uncontrollable rate... Causing them to go mad just like the scientist... Killing themselves and each other ruthlessly.. Tearing friends, families, and businesses apart without mercy...”

“Countries attempted to build up their borders to try to keep this disease and anarchy out of their domain, but, it was already too late... People were infected all over the world... Spreading it from continent to continent... Country to country... The bodies becoming too much for the law enforcement to handle... Leaving them left to rot wherever they lay and beginning to infect the water supply...”

“It was anarchy... And there was nothing we could have done to stop it... We adapted since then... Filtering off our water supply... Trying to build a new... But, nothing will heal the wounds we suffered from this apocalypse... We were fools to mess in God's domain and he had given us what we deserved...” With that the old man let out a loud serious of coughs as he closed his eyes; mumbling out in a drifting tone. “Now... I need my rest, my boy....” The young man looked to his father and nodded. Rising up from his chair and exiting the small house... Looking around at the sheer emptiness of the world around him... “Is this really our doing..? Could man do all of this...?”

Offline Raijuta Ochoa

After it All
« Reply #1 on: June 18, 2014, 10:23:02 pm »
The world has ended! 2/3 of the human population has been eradicated! How did it happen? What events led to reaching this point? What challenges to the survivors now have to face?

Write a story prompt for a new rp in which the world has ended. NO ZOMBIES. Make it a story you wouldn't mind participating in! And then what the hell? START THE STORY! Be Creative. Be Exciting! Have fun with it!

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« Last Edit: December 03, 2014, 08:23:31 pm by Raijuta Ochoa »

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