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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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