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**Hello there! If you’re here from the interest check, it’s good to see you again! 
If you’re new here, it’s nice to meet you! I’ve attached the information from the interest check down below. Please feel free to discuss/ask any questions below!
A voice cuts through as an old radio transmission- perhaps you’re carrying a handheld radio, or perhaps you happened to be standing by an old electronics store when it happened, but you received the message. Someone named K is trying to reach you- anyone who is out there- with an invitation to join their settlement. They even offer to give you something valuable to help you find them. The message contains the first instruction:
“The stadium. The one they just build for the Cup. You’ll find something in the announcer’s box. That’s how you’ll reach me. Good luck, and I hope to see you soon- whoever you are.“
Worth a shot? Those canned beans won’t last forever.
On the morning the pods appeared, the city was in the middle of a major celebration. It was hosting the World Cup for the first time ever, and the city was proud to quickly construct one of the most magnificent stadiums the world had ever seen, in record time. How unlucky it was that the Cup might have been one of the last. The city was already home to people from all over the world, as Dourado’s rapid growth was largely in part due to relaxed corporate and ethics laws. With the World Cup though, there were almost more foreigners than locals at the time of the pods’ arrival.
Of course, nowadays there aren’t many people at all. Leaving the area would be difficult as well… with its airport shut down and the roads crowded in ruined cars, the tumultuous ocean and dense rainforest blockade the city. It would be hard, but not impossible, for people to come in and out.
No one could agree on what the pods were for nor their purpose. Even when there were more people in the world, some people began to split themselves into settlements based on their beliefs.
Some people believe the pods were placed by God as a form of rapture. These believers run a food pantry and clinic out of the big cathedral in oldtown.
Others think that the pods are the work of an extraterrestrial being. There’s an old observatory on the outskirts of town, and people say that they’ll trade very generously for machine parts, as if they’re building something grand…
Some will swear the pods are manmade structures, and a team of researchers in the now-empty university continue to labor on, despite most of their colleagues having left them behind.
An opportunistic band of mercenaries claim that the pods were merely for ’culling the herd’, and have set up a small casino on a luxury cruise liner. It was probably there for the World Cup.
It’s not clear if K, the voice on the radio, is from any of these factions, another, or none at all. But it’s not long until you’ll be able to find out for yourself.
When you’ve got your character sheet to a point you’re happy with, please send it to me over Private Message so we can confirm everything looks good. General questions can be asked below, though. Looking forward to meeting your characters!
> Send completed character sheets to
spacepirate
via Private Message, you can post it here once we confirm.
> There are no length requirements for individual posts, but this is intended to be a literate rp. Typos and errors are fine, but this is going to be a fairly character-driven story, so have fun exploring the world! :3
> This thread will be edited as we move forward. Please feel free to ask anything below or PM me if it is something more secretive to your character.
If you’re new here, it’s nice to meet you! I’ve attached the information from the interest check down below. Please feel free to discuss/ask any questions below!The Premise
> Three months. It’s been almost three months since the pods appeared and life changed forever. No one knows what happens to the people who willingly enter the pods, but no one has ever been seen leaving them. You’re the rarest kind of person, someone who chose to stay. That’s something everyone who remains shares, at least. You’re a survivor, trapped in the bones of a once-bustling metropolis. Empty cars litter the streets and highway overpasses, and parks spill their greenery in the derelict ruins. There are other survivors, some grouped up in settlements and others preferring to brave it alone. It‘s not easy to survive in a world where nearly 90% of its population left without a trace, but there‘s enough food and clean water where you’re at to make it… but not forever.A voice cuts through as an old radio transmission- perhaps you’re carrying a handheld radio, or perhaps you happened to be standing by an old electronics store when it happened, but you received the message. Someone named K is trying to reach you- anyone who is out there- with an invitation to join their settlement. They even offer to give you something valuable to help you find them. The message contains the first instruction:
“The stadium. The one they just build for the Cup. You’ll find something in the announcer’s box. That’s how you’ll reach me. Good luck, and I hope to see you soon- whoever you are.“
Worth a shot? Those canned beans won’t last forever.
The Setting (and factions of survivors)
> A few months ago, Dourado was one of the fastest-growing cities in the Americas. It was a center of culture and industry, with a world-class research university and three major sports teams. Hell, they even had a magnet rail. Nestled in between coast, mountains, and a vibrant rainforest, it was a small concrete-and-glass paradise on earth. Now, though? It’s a prison.On the morning the pods appeared, the city was in the middle of a major celebration. It was hosting the World Cup for the first time ever, and the city was proud to quickly construct one of the most magnificent stadiums the world had ever seen, in record time. How unlucky it was that the Cup might have been one of the last. The city was already home to people from all over the world, as Dourado’s rapid growth was largely in part due to relaxed corporate and ethics laws. With the World Cup though, there were almost more foreigners than locals at the time of the pods’ arrival.
Of course, nowadays there aren’t many people at all. Leaving the area would be difficult as well… with its airport shut down and the roads crowded in ruined cars, the tumultuous ocean and dense rainforest blockade the city. It would be hard, but not impossible, for people to come in and out.
No one could agree on what the pods were for nor their purpose. Even when there were more people in the world, some people began to split themselves into settlements based on their beliefs.
Some people believe the pods were placed by God as a form of rapture. These believers run a food pantry and clinic out of the big cathedral in oldtown.
Others think that the pods are the work of an extraterrestrial being. There’s an old observatory on the outskirts of town, and people say that they’ll trade very generously for machine parts, as if they’re building something grand…
Some will swear the pods are manmade structures, and a team of researchers in the now-empty university continue to labor on, despite most of their colleagues having left them behind.
An opportunistic band of mercenaries claim that the pods were merely for ’culling the herd’, and have set up a small casino on a luxury cruise liner. It was probably there for the World Cup.
It’s not clear if K, the voice on the radio, is from any of these factions, another, or none at all. But it’s not long until you’ll be able to find out for yourself.
The Characters (and Sheets)
> Your character can be anyone, from anywhere on earth. The caveat is that they have to be in Dourado now, and for whatever reason, they haven’t entered the pods. With the now-indefinitely-postponed World Cup as well as Dourado’s status as a global city, your character can be of any nationality and walk of life. Don’t worry about being combat or survival focused, as the story is currently more angled towards negotiation/individual requests from the different factions as well as being driven by YOUR characters’ own motivations and backstories. The CS is below, I kept it on the shorter side so we could explore the characters as the story progresses.When you’ve got your character sheet to a point you’re happy with, please send it to me over Private Message so we can confirm everything looks good. General questions can be asked below, though. Looking forward to meeting your characters!
Code:
[Insert image here: Realistic preferred, let’s all try to keep in the same face claim style]
[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]: (this RP might explore some heavier topics down the line, so would prefer if everyone’s characters could at least be 18+, though it is possible kids have survived to this point as well)
[b]Gender[/b]:
[b]Height[/b]:
[b]Weight[/b]:
[b]Background[/b]: (Try to fill this out in first person just for the sake of the character sheet. Imagine that your character is introducing themselves to the group. Maybe just a brief background as to what brought your character into the city, you can keep as much hidden as you like. The story is going to be character-driven, so you might want to hide a few plot twists with your characters)
[b]Skills[/b]: (These don’t have to only be combat or survival skills. If your character is ambidextrous, knows how to stitch and sew, or can sing every song on the radio word for word, feel free to mention those)
[b]What are the pods?[/b]: (What does your character think the pods are/any general feelings towards them? You can keep your motivations hidden, but these things changed the world, so it’s likely that everyone will have some kind of opinion on them.)
Guidelines
> Please follow all site rules and be respectful of other players when interacting OOC. Conflict and arguments in-character is fine, there’s bound to be drama since all the characters are on a pretty high-stakes journey.> Send completed character sheets to
spacepirate
via Private Message, you can post it here once we confirm. > There are no length requirements for individual posts, but this is intended to be a literate rp. Typos and errors are fine, but this is going to be a fairly character-driven story, so have fun exploring the world! :3
> This thread will be edited as we move forward. Please feel free to ask anything below or PM me if it is something more secretive to your character.
(scroll down for a tl;dr and some notes! :3)
Who would have thought the end times would be so peaceful? No bombs, no zombies, and no war- just the hum and ambience of a world without humans and their noise. And it was all because of them.
No one knows where they came from, but that didn’t matter once people learned what they did. One morning, the bright purple ‘pods’ appeared. Metallic, with no distinguishing markings or openings, the pods sprung up in cities and towns across the world- wherever there were people, there were pods. They weren’t scary, really- just about the size of two cars stacked atop one another, and completely silent. Of course, the appearance of these pods with no apparent explanation was enough to send many into a panic, while others discounted them as a publicity stunt, something from the heavens, or mass hysteria.
On the first day, they just sat there- immovable, where they first appeared on highway overpasses or 4th floor bathrooms.
On the second day, they opened. Well, perhaps ‘opened’ is the wrong word, but they seemed to react when touched by human skin. As they were leaving, some people said that the pods felt pleasantly warm as they somehow became soft enough to walk into. Those who entered never stepped back out. It didn’t seem like they were stuck there though- the pods made no sound, even as people entered in droves. A single pod in Time’s Square admitted nearly five thousand people, in the span of only a few hours. It probably would have been even faster, if the pods allowed more than one person to enter at a time.
No one knew what waited on the other side, but that didn’t stop them. In a few short weeks, the world population was down to half. In a month, a quarter. By three months, it was clear that no one was coming back. The world was quiet, and the night was very dark.
With no one left to maintain them, cities became overgrown and streets eroded with the passage of the elements. Roads were littered with abandoned cars, farms spilled out into surrounding soils and the sky was clean and clear. Food and water are scarce in such a lonely world, and the scattered pockets of humanity are far and few in between. Life was quiet, and you survived however you could.
Until one day, when a voice cut clear through the silence. An old radio tower, perhaps? The last working television in an electronics display? It’s been so long since you’ve heard a stranger’s voice, and the words are faint but echo:
“You are not alone out there. My name is K. We have a growing settlement for anyone who wants to stay alive. Please, even if you can’t respond, make your way to us. We will help you. This isn’t the end. Not yet. This is a message for anyone who can hear it. This is an invitation to those who stayed.”
Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out my interest check. It’s been a very long time since I’ve run a roleplay, but this is an idea that sort of took hold and wouldn’t let go, haha. I wanted to just write it out and see if there are some folks out there who might want to explore this concept together! Some logistics:
tl:dr - The world is quiet now. You’re all that’s left, until you’re not.
Who would have thought the end times would be so peaceful? No bombs, no zombies, and no war- just the hum and ambience of a world without humans and their noise. And it was all because of them.
No one knows where they came from, but that didn’t matter once people learned what they did. One morning, the bright purple ‘pods’ appeared. Metallic, with no distinguishing markings or openings, the pods sprung up in cities and towns across the world- wherever there were people, there were pods. They weren’t scary, really- just about the size of two cars stacked atop one another, and completely silent. Of course, the appearance of these pods with no apparent explanation was enough to send many into a panic, while others discounted them as a publicity stunt, something from the heavens, or mass hysteria.
On the first day, they just sat there- immovable, where they first appeared on highway overpasses or 4th floor bathrooms.
On the second day, they opened. Well, perhaps ‘opened’ is the wrong word, but they seemed to react when touched by human skin. As they were leaving, some people said that the pods felt pleasantly warm as they somehow became soft enough to walk into. Those who entered never stepped back out. It didn’t seem like they were stuck there though- the pods made no sound, even as people entered in droves. A single pod in Time’s Square admitted nearly five thousand people, in the span of only a few hours. It probably would have been even faster, if the pods allowed more than one person to enter at a time.
No one knew what waited on the other side, but that didn’t stop them. In a few short weeks, the world population was down to half. In a month, a quarter. By three months, it was clear that no one was coming back. The world was quiet, and the night was very dark.
With no one left to maintain them, cities became overgrown and streets eroded with the passage of the elements. Roads were littered with abandoned cars, farms spilled out into surrounding soils and the sky was clean and clear. Food and water are scarce in such a lonely world, and the scattered pockets of humanity are far and few in between. Life was quiet, and you survived however you could.
Until one day, when a voice cut clear through the silence. An old radio tower, perhaps? The last working television in an electronics display? It’s been so long since you’ve heard a stranger’s voice, and the words are faint but echo:
“You are not alone out there. My name is K. We have a growing settlement for anyone who wants to stay alive. Please, even if you can’t respond, make your way to us. We will help you. This isn’t the end. Not yet. This is a message for anyone who can hear it. This is an invitation to those who stayed.”
Hi everyone! Thanks for checking out my interest check. It’s been a very long time since I’ve run a roleplay, but this is an idea that sort of took hold and wouldn’t let go, haha. I wanted to just write it out and see if there are some folks out there who might want to explore this concept together! Some logistics:
- Characters can be anyone. The only common factor between everyone is that they chose not to enter the pods, even as the world became less and less crowded.
- No real length requirements for posts, but as this is going to be a pretty character-driven story, I think writers who enjoy drama and character development might have fun with this.
- Is there an overarching plot? - Yes, but it is flexible. The characters are all subject to this new world, but the initial objective might be to reach the source of this radio broadcast- if they decide to stay tuned, the voice on the radio would give directions on how they can all rendezvous, which would bring our characters together on this sort of ’quest’. From there, though, the empty world is our oyster!
- Do all the characters have to be lone survivors? - If you and another player would like to collaborate on characters with a shared history, go for it! Just remember that less than 1% of the human population remains, so for them to know one another or survive together even, they must have pretty strong reasons.
- Setting? - It’s more or less the current day. Let’s say it’s twenty twenty-something. This is also a worldwide phenomenon, so geographically we can choose whichever continent we’d like!
- I’d like to have both a discord and thread for ooc chat and organizing character sheets if we get to that point.
tl:dr - The world is quiet now. You’re all that’s left, until you’re not.
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