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Well, I hope it's okay to start my own roleplay... This is one that I've done a bunch of times, and it turns out differently every single time. I hope it's okay for me to have copy-pasted the intro. It's the one that explains it best.



The beginning idea:

More than ninety percent of the people of Earth have died due to biological warfare and the resulting plagues. The few that have survived are only alive due to a genetic immunity or the army overlooking a particular town. We are the ones who have survived by genetic means. We have no super powers, we have no special strengths, we are simply flukes.



The rules (in the order I think them up):

1. No God Moding.

2. No Mary Sues or Gary Stus (Note my comment on lacking special abilities. You can have talents, but only normal-people ones. Please.)

3. Obey all rules of role-playing etiquette and the rules of this forum. (Yes, this one is very important. I assume that you know what these are.)

4. Please don't post in script-format. I tend to view role-playing as an exercise in character development and writing skills, so please take this seriously.

5. Have fun. It's a bleak situation, yes... But it could also mean a world ruled by really interesting characters. Try new characters, experiment with different styles, and please, enjoy yourself.

6. One last thing: This will not be a roleplay of briefly written parts. I like introspective-ness: try it out. Go more into depth if you can, so long as it's not sensory overload. I don't want three-line posts daily, I want five-paragraph posts every-other-day or even weekly. I understand time constraints, so don't worry about that.

7. Any out-of-character comments should be separated from your post with something like this: ((OOC: ...)), (...), [[...]], etc.



No character bio submissions, please. I've never understood the point of them, to be frank. If your character is simple enough to summarize in a few lines of text... Well, I have faith in all of you. I know you can be more interesting than that. We're from LVA, after all.

And you can have as many characters as you can handle. Don't give yourself so many that you won't spend sufficient time on each.



((OOC: First post!))

Zonk paced back and forth along the railing as quietly as she could. She was safe for now -- she was hiding in the gym of her old school, and no one had come in willing to take it from her yet -- but there was always the danger of someone starving or freezing coming in and being desperate enough to fight for the mostly warm building. Zonk glanced over at the pile of blankets where Morgen was sleeping, and her eyes softened.

They couldn't afford to lose their home. Morgen would freeze to death. Nuclear weapons -- much like the biological ones that had stripped life from the once lively city -- had sent clouds into the air, making the air frigid outside the gym. No nuclear weapons had hit close enough to leave radiation, but the effects were global. Even though the gym wasn't well insulated, Zonk had managed to steal a few generators from some stores and empty homes before people realized exactly how much danger they were in.

There weren't many people left. Zonk glanced towad the door, making sure she hadn't heard it open, and saw no light spilling into the corridor. Still safe. Though the biological weapons had spared at least a quarter of the population, want of supplies and shelter had killed many more. Zonk wasn't sure how many, of course -- no one was keeping track, and there was no way to communicate the number remaining -- but she knew that it had been almost a week since a straggler had wandered in, and she hoped she'd seen the last of them.

Morgen shifted in her sleep, clutching her baby blanket for warmth, and Zonk jumped. After a moment, she calmed down, looking at the lower level of the gym cautiously. She'd blocked off the doors that ran between the bleachers -- they let out heat and let in people -- so no one could get in, but if someone was trying... Frowning, she touched the pocket that held her knife and hoped she wouldn't have to use it.



Post "Dance of the Sun" if you've read all this and want to roleplay. If you want a layout of the gym, I can make one in Paint and upload it. Just let me know!

Have a great day!
~ Morgan

((OOC: As would I, but I live in a desert. No rain for me unless it's a monsoon... stare Very upsetting, that.

Anyway, yay! Somebody posted! Should I wait for other people to post, or just keep going?

Also, how does your character know that they aren't locked? In any case, you're the first person who hasn't started with a boy, so I'm pleased. I already know how Zonk interacts with most boys. This'll be fun!))

((OOC: Oh, okay, I guess that Zonk didn't start living there until a month or so later, when she had to flee from her apartment. That works, then. Sorry, just trying to form a coherent view of what's going on.

Should I wait for other people before starting?))

((OOC: Dance in the sun! Which sounds quite fun, actually, provided there's music! mrgreen ))

Moyra ((OOC: Hey! Sort of like Moya!)) crouched on top of the seemingly-abandoned gym. She tried to stop herself from shivering, but despite the thick black coat she'd lifted from a department store, it's windows already broken, she felt frozen as ice.

How ironic was it that the second-most important thing to her, in what she now considered her 'past life'- the time before the war- was now meaningless. The fashions she'd once doted on, followed as if her life depended on it, had been reduced to only memories, memories of what had been, what, it seemed plain to her, would never be again.

But fashion had been only second in her 'past life'. What was first? Fitting in.

But none of that mattered now. Now, all that mattered was survival, and she would do what she could to sustain it. There were supplies inside the gym, and if she was going to get them, she'd be doing the very opposite of getting along with the people she knew were inside.

If necessary, to get those supplies, she would take them down.

Sam glowered at the gym door and once again, threw her body weight against it. Suddenly, she felt it creak open a little. Something was blocking the door. It hit her- someone was hiding inside.

Vivian looked up suprised to see a actual building in the distance. Shocked in fact.She wondered fumbleing with her straps if thier was anyone inside.Someone to talk to would be wonderful. She knew should be more worried about nher supplies but they weren't of much concearn. After all she could see at least three things she would be willing to eat including a snail but she wasn't hungry.

She tried walking fast couldn't bring herself to do it . Her logic overcame her. She knew running would use up to much energy . A staedy pace was the best. If she wantyed to reach the building and possible people with any neregy she was going to have keep at her slow and stady win the race pace.

((hi, moya i'm not usre if i got to you on my crusade earlir or not.I frogot the password to wonderful account so i am no longer writingpen . I will continue in the rpg though.))