Caffeine Freak
Two Thousand Club
Nobody knows when or how they got here. All that matters is that they are here, and they won't rest until they're all that's here.
Skinners are processed humans, mechanized and pulped of individual thought, and only have one objective: to convert humanity. Victims are preferably abducted to produce more Skinners, though they have no problem carving up any problematic resisters into raw materials. The bulk of the mechanical invasion force have pulled back following the collapse of world governments to set up hives wherein victims can be brought and processed en masse, while Skinners on the ground shuffle around to search for more survivors.
Entire countries have become void of human life, and many cities have since festered into mechanical hives.
Skinners on their own aren't particularly formidable, but they become deadly in numbers. Not to mention, hives are populated by far worse horrors than your garden variety Skinner.
Right now, you're in the countryside. Where? Doesn't matter. Whatever semblance this place had as a country has since been utterly decimated beyond recognition. There's a number of forests around packed with survivors that are continuously hounded by Skinners. For the most part, it's easy to avoid Skinners in a forest, but one will start shuffling toward you miles away if you get caught out in the open.
That's where this story begins. This particular survival outpost you happen upon is the largest around, and has managed to survive by keeping out of sight from wandering Skinners. In fact, the biggest danger around here is other surviving tribes. It's in this particular outpost that a plan begins to form, one that just might free the Earth from its mechanical overlords.
Good luck.
Skinners are processed humans, mechanized and pulped of individual thought, and only have one objective: to convert humanity. Victims are preferably abducted to produce more Skinners, though they have no problem carving up any problematic resisters into raw materials. The bulk of the mechanical invasion force have pulled back following the collapse of world governments to set up hives wherein victims can be brought and processed en masse, while Skinners on the ground shuffle around to search for more survivors.
Entire countries have become void of human life, and many cities have since festered into mechanical hives.
Skinners on their own aren't particularly formidable, but they become deadly in numbers. Not to mention, hives are populated by far worse horrors than your garden variety Skinner.
Right now, you're in the countryside. Where? Doesn't matter. Whatever semblance this place had as a country has since been utterly decimated beyond recognition. There's a number of forests around packed with survivors that are continuously hounded by Skinners. For the most part, it's easy to avoid Skinners in a forest, but one will start shuffling toward you miles away if you get caught out in the open.
That's where this story begins. This particular survival outpost you happen upon is the largest around, and has managed to survive by keeping out of sight from wandering Skinners. In fact, the biggest danger around here is other surviving tribes. It's in this particular outpost that a plan begins to form, one that just might free the Earth from its mechanical overlords.
Good luck.
[CS]
this rp was heavily inspired from the artwork of Simon Stålenhag, i highly recommend checking out his art gallery, not just to get a feel for the rp but simply because it's awesome.
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