Regal
✯The Victorian♚
Humans are granted a second chance...
The year is 2237, exactly seven years after the war that destroyed and mutated earth into an unstable foundation of wickedness. Not only did this biological war ruin the planet, it altered the human race's genetic structure. Most argue that the new genetics are a blessing from the war, some even gaining eternal life and perpetual youth. Others weren't so lucky, slowly descending into the madness of their own doing. People from the olden days would go as far as calling them "zombies". They aren't dead however, and a cure would be possible.
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Most people have gotten word of a migration of sorts. A new galaxy has been discovered, along with a stable planet that is reported to be even better than earth was in its prime. There's a catch however, transportation to the Great Capital. Most vehicles have been rendered useless, and construction of new vehicles has been extremely slow. Walking is almost unheard of as well, since most of the world's natural resources have been tainted by biological weaponry, leaving most plants and water to be unable to sustain human needs. There are some sanitation devices that exist, but raiders and other undesirables have been known to murder and steal such items.
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In this crusty world of Earth, "Credits" are the main form of currency, being distributed via portable WI-FI devices. The weapons of the world are also stored in the Internet, being able to be spawned into the hands of the owner from a simple press of a touch screen. Weapons are created from mysterious minerals that have digital properties. They can only be bought from the robotic store-owners of old, them being the only sentient beings that can download such minerals into personal WI-FI devices owned by human beings.
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All human beings have a total of three years to make it off the planet. The island of Atlas is the last surviving bastion of the NASA Empire, it's space station/research facilities housed in the amazingly large mountain located center of the island. Good luck human, paradise awaits...
The year is 2237, exactly seven years after the war that destroyed and mutated earth into an unstable foundation of wickedness. Not only did this biological war ruin the planet, it altered the human race's genetic structure. Most argue that the new genetics are a blessing from the war, some even gaining eternal life and perpetual youth. Others weren't so lucky, slowly descending into the madness of their own doing. People from the olden days would go as far as calling them "zombies". They aren't dead however, and a cure would be possible.
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/image.jpeg.10945378d34abe6aac8bcd3134ae1bc6.jpeg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="89093" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/image.jpeg.10945378d34abe6aac8bcd3134ae1bc6.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
Most people have gotten word of a migration of sorts. A new galaxy has been discovered, along with a stable planet that is reported to be even better than earth was in its prime. There's a catch however, transportation to the Great Capital. Most vehicles have been rendered useless, and construction of new vehicles has been extremely slow. Walking is almost unheard of as well, since most of the world's natural resources have been tainted by biological weaponry, leaving most plants and water to be unable to sustain human needs. There are some sanitation devices that exist, but raiders and other undesirables have been known to murder and steal such items.
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/image.jpeg.8a9d8f0295488ad76cdcc6e3bdae677c.jpeg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="89094" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/image.jpeg.8a9d8f0295488ad76cdcc6e3bdae677c.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
In this crusty world of Earth, "Credits" are the main form of currency, being distributed via portable WI-FI devices. The weapons of the world are also stored in the Internet, being able to be spawned into the hands of the owner from a simple press of a touch screen. Weapons are created from mysterious minerals that have digital properties. They can only be bought from the robotic store-owners of old, them being the only sentient beings that can download such minerals into personal WI-FI devices owned by human beings.
<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/image.jpeg.7243f674d425a92965536c51e9810faf.jpeg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="89096" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/image.jpeg.7243f674d425a92965536c51e9810faf.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>
All human beings have a total of three years to make it off the planet. The island of Atlas is the last surviving bastion of the NASA Empire, it's space station/research facilities housed in the amazingly large mountain located center of the island. Good luck human, paradise awaits...
