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After it All
By: Raijuta Date: June 18, 2014, 9:23 pm
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The world has ended! 2/3 of the human population has been
eradicated! How did it happen? What events led to reaching this
point? What challenges to the survivors now have to face?
Write a story prompt for a new rp in which the world has ended.
NO ZOMBIES. Make it a story you wouldn't mind participating in!
And then what the hell? START THE STORY! Be Creative. Be
Exciting! Have fun with it!
Quest Value: 1-10
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Re: After it All
By: Evil Kitty Date: June 18, 2014, 11:34 pm
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((Now this one I can get behind!!! Love the no zombie rule by
the way. ;D))
“It was a day like any other... So it seemed...” Said the
elderly man to his son in a rough, hardened, tone. Placing his
hand on the young man's shoulder. “Though, it was such a long
time ago it seems as if it is burned into my memory...” He spoke
almost absentmindedly. “The names of lovers, friends, and every
sweet moment of life... Forget... But, this... I fear I will
take this memory to my grave...”
The elderly man seemed to zone out for a moment as his eyes
stared endlessly into one corner of the room. Only for the young
boy to look with an impatient anxiety; “And?” he said. Awaiting
for his father to finish the story. Telling him exactly what
happened that day. The day that the entire human race was
brought down to it's last leg of life.
Quickly recovering his attention from the boy's impatient voice
he looked to him; continuing his story. “I was one of the lead
scientists for a company called nantex incorporated... A company
built on the foundation of curing all of life's diseases and
short comings... A noble cause, but, now I realize it was a
foolish one..” He spoke with a bittersweet tone hidden under his
raspy voice.
“We had finally manufactured what we thought to be that magical
cure... Our savior. Getting the okay from the government we
finally began our testing... It worked wonderfully... Curing
every ailment one test rat after another... Even managing to
grow limbs from rats that had previously lost that luxury...”
The young man looked to his elderly father in confusion as he
was starting to believe the old man was speaking nothing but
nonsense. Butting into the story with a confused tone. “Well,
what happened? It seems like everything was going just as
planned? What was the downside?”
The old man let out a sigh as he spoke in reply to the young
man. “Be patient, boy... Not ever story is black and white...
Sometimes you have to sit through all of the story to get the
message you need..” The old man took a pause as he slipped his
hand from the young man's shoulder. Leaning back in his chair
with a sore groan. “Mmn... Now where was I...?”
He pondered for a moment before he quickly got his thoughts back
on track. “Ah, right... Well, seeing the amazing outcome of the
tests on rats the other scientists were blown away... Thinking
they did not need to have any human trials... Knowing their
product would work... Though, many of the scientists knew better
than that. There was still one scientist... One who was the main
creator of this miracle drug... He refused to take the time to
test; wanting to get the drug out onto the streets as soon as
possible... Oh, what was his name...?”
The man let out an irritated sigh as he looked to the old man.
Lifting his hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in
irritation. “Dad... You're getting off track again...”
The old man let out another say back to his boy; speaking once
more. “You really are your mother's son... Oh well, at any
rate... This scientist was so prepared to release it into the
streets he had stolen countless containers we had manufactured
and a machine that would be used to make the cure air borne..”
“Soon after he had took the materials we checked on the rats and
it seemed as though they had all died... Not of disease; no...
Of suicide... They had used their healthy, freshly grown, limbs
and torn open their own stomachs.. Killed themselves any way
they could just to find relief...”
The boy looked at the old man in surprise as he finally remained
quiet; wanting to hear more and more. Seeing the boy's
attention he only let out a huff of a chuckle. “Now unable to
find this missing scientist and materials we looked in the only
place we could... His lab. Do you know what we found there?” He
asked the boy as he watched his reaction. “A plan?”
“Not quit... We found an empty needle... Used to inject the
cure... He had used it on himself... We had no idea how
incredibly sick this man was, but, we knew what was going to
happen next... We no why he took the materials... He had went
mad; thinking he could sure the entire human race... Though, we
all knew he was wrong... No matter how good the cause it would
bring nothing but bad..”
The old man had let out a saddened sigh as he attempted to gain
his emotionless composure. Continuing on with his apocalyptic
tale. “Soon after the police had found the man in an abandoned
factory in the middle of Manhattan... Soon, but, not quite soon
enough... The man was screaming nonsense as the police screamed
for him to surrender, but, he did nothing of the sort.
Activating the machine: releasing this cure... Immediately being
gunned down by the police...”
“So what happened next?” The young man pleaded.
“Though, the cure worked at first; curing all who breathed it
in. It did not work for long... Mutating into a virus...
Spreading from person to person at an uncontrollable rate...
Causing them to go mad just like the scientist... Killing
themselves and each other ruthlessly.. Tearing friends,
families, and businesses apart without mercy...”
“Countries attempted to build up their borders to try to keep
this disease and anarchy out of their domain, but, it was
already too late... People were infected all over the world...
Spreading it from continent to continent... Country to
country... The bodies becoming too much for the law enforcement
to handle... Leaving them left to rot wherever they lay and
beginning to infect the water supply...”
“It was anarchy... And there was nothing we could have done to
stop it... We adapted since then... Filtering off our water
supply... Trying to build a new... But, nothing will heal the
wounds we suffered from this apocalypse... We were fools to mess
in God's domain and he had given us what we deserved...” With
that the old man let out a loud serious of coughs as he closed
his eyes; mumbling out in a drifting tone. “Now... I need my
rest, my boy....” The young man looked to his father and nodded.
Rising up from his chair and exiting the small house... Looking
around at the sheer emptiness of the world around him... “Is
this really our doing..? Could man do all of this...?”
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Re: After it All
By: Evil Kitty Date: June 18, 2014, 11:58 pm
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And Rai didn't even read it before hopping offline... How rude.
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Re: After it All
By: Raijuta Date: June 19, 2014, 9:05 am
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It wasn't there before I hopped offline. I'm reading it now
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Re: After it All
By: guest1218 Date: July 17, 2014, 7:41 pm
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The night was dressed in an odd, raw darkness that scoped the
starless sky with its cold tendrils. Like an icy breath, the
wind unraveled a young woman’s loose black braid and raised
goose bumps along her bare neck. Despite the cold, she had never
felt more alive in her life; it was certainly not a good thing.
The earth at her feet had turned to mush after a large storm had
ravaged the area around her. Kansas City buildings loomed
overhead with their structures handing on by a few iron bars
hanging here and there. There was hardly anything left of them,
if at all, and made the city look like one giant skyscraper
grave yard.
Skeletons of all types of creatures covered the floor as well as
miscellaneous debris that sought to cut bare feet and trip those
who dare try to rummage through the mess. Macina glanced back to
a man distanced by a few unspoken thoughts and fifty feet. His
eyes were glazed over with memories. Memories tainted with the
violence and memories that tore at the seams of his sanity; what
was left of it anyways.
When he had finally persuaded her to accompany him back to their
home, what remained of it, she had been hesitant and unable to
shake the dread that chilled her to the bone. There was nothing
left but she understood what he was searching for since it was
the very thing she craved. Closure.
No amount of junk piled on top of soil that had seen almost as
much blood as she had, would ever provide the answers to the
countless 'why's' she shouted at the heavens in confused anger.
Everyone had been killed except for the few remaining people
left behind to pick up the pieces and to somehow rectify the
situation. How the hell were they supposed to preserve the human
race when no one wanted their children in this shit?
"Look, Lucy could not touch the cross," Mark commented, picking
up a clay cross from a broken windshield on the car at which he
stood on. "The irony."
The massive volcano that had erupted in Montana was renamed
'Lucifer' and Mark nicknamed it 'Lucy'. Although, it had not
been the direct cause for all of this, it was the first domino
to fall.
After the volcano had spewed over, the president denied help to
those in the direct path of it's destruction. America was
already too popular, so why stop it? Nature would solve the
issue.
When the news had spread that no help would be provided by the
government, the people came together and rebeled. Two weeks
after the volcano, a scientist set off bombs in this country and
a few others. It is still unclear why he had done it or who's
side he was on and that information died with him.
"Mark," she murmured into the darkness.
"Ready to go?" he asked, moving to her side with the cross still
in hand.
The woman nodded, laying a hand upon her breasts as she gazed
out across the rubble. Mark followed her eyes and wrapped his
arm around her waist. She was not sure if he was trying to
console her or if he was merely using her to hold himself up.
This was not the end.
This was Hell on Earth.
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Re: After it All
By: Dems Darkfire Date: August 7, 2014, 1:34 am
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It all started when E-boli crossed the ocean. When two Americans
afflicted with the deadly virus, flighted into the states for
treatment, set foot upon U.S. soil, it marked the end of an age
and the beginning of another extinction.
Outbreak did not happen all at once, though. It started simply,
almost unnoticeable, as the nurse treating one of the patients
could not find a vein. Sticking and sticking this patient proved
useless as the veins had already began to liquify. When she
finally found the right spot, The resulting squirt filled her
face with thinned blood and entered her body through her eyes
and mouth. She feared suffering the same way the two men did and
quickly cleaned herself up. She hid her infection, carried it
from the hospital into her home with a loving husband and three
children, and from there it spread to schools and to
workplaces, stores, airports, and eventually the world.
Only Madagascar seemed to be safe from the deadly virus that
slowly mutated to infect animals and other living organisms,
keeping pets and livestock alike alive long enough to kill their
owners, murdering everything in its wake. Survivors and
uninfected quickly made their way to safe havens like Madagascar
and the outbacks of Australia, forming up new cities in these
barren lands.
Overpopulation, lack of food and protein, due to almost all the
livestock being killed, and lack of fresh water are the
struggles of everyday life now, and fighting erupts amongst
factions, each growing in power in order to take control. You
are a grunt in these factions, a scientist, or simply a man
trying to stay alive. What can you do? Risk boating to the
mainland where the disease holds everything in its grasp, always
searching for new victims? Usually, of 10 raiding parties, one
or two would return. Maybe you fight on the front lines for your
factions, killing to bring your beliefs and ways to power over
all? Only time will tell whether the remaining population
unites, or destroys themselves.
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Re: After it All
By: Raijuta Date: December 3, 2014, 11:33 pm
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They said it was a myth... That it was just a rumor, a hoax
thought up by leftists to guide people into following a new
pattern... But they were wrong. Every person who rode in a car
added to it. Every person who excessively sprayed air freshener.
Every one of them wore away at the Earth's only layer of
protection. They didn't believe it, but I can tell you now;
Global Warming, was VERY real.
The melting of the polar ice caps was the start of the end. It
was gradual at first. Just chunks of ice falling into the ocean.
It was barely noticeable. But then one day it happened out of
nowhere... The clouds must had guided the sunlight into just the
right angle, because suddenly the Arctic circle just started to
crumble and fall into the sea! It started with a single crack,
like when a rock hits your windshield at 65 miles an hour. But
it quickly spread. Arctic life scattered in a panic as their
home was torn apart, a single crack turning into a giant chasm,
and then into nothingness in a matter of minutes! But there was
nowhere for them to run. Most of them would drown before making
it to dry land...
You would think that wouldn't be such a big deal. Just a bunch
of ice in the water. But that misconception killed so many
people... It started on the beaches, and coasts. The water level
rose so quickly that. There was no way they could evacuate in
time! People were trapped inside their houses, inside their
cars, until the water permeated their only source of protection,
and they drowned.
Of course, bodies decay faster under water than on land. It
wasn't long before decomposed human flesh was carried into the
fresh water supply, making it unfit for human consumption. Water
filters became a commodity.
And the water level continued to rise, killing off crops in the
midlands, and forcing people to higher elevation. Starvation
began to take people just as quickly as the sea level rising
decimated the beach dwellers. You would think they could live
off of the ocean life, but with the ice caps falling into the
ocean, the water temps dropped 9 degrees, killing off virtually
everything that called the ocean it's home, and eliminating the
most likely source of food.
It wasn't long before the last remaining humans were living atop
the highest mountains, trying their hardest to make a living
growing crops in the harsh environments, with low oxygen, and no
workable soil. Funny thing. You know what there IS a lot of on
mountain tops? SNOW! And those pesky clouds just seem to hate
that stuff. It wasn't long before the snow atop mountain ranges
across the globe began to melt, causing avalanches that dropped
probably half the remaining population into the murky, polluted
waters below.
There are less than a billion people on the planet now. Every
day is a struggle. A struggle to find food, to communicate with
each other, and to find a way to start life anew. There may be
no hope left for this planet... Too bad NASA was destroyed....
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Re: After it All
By: Scout Date: September 14, 2015, 5:23 pm
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[center]There is no zombie apocalypse. No incurable disease that
ravages the population, not even some natural disaster. The
world’s end is manmade; as simple as pulling the trigger.
People are well aware that the Earth is only so big, meaning it
can only support so many people before it begins to die. But
what would happen to us, the people – the parasites – if the
Earth died? Where would we go? The universe is vast, it’s highly
unlikely that there isn’t a place that is able to support human
life like Earth can. We haven’t found it yet and time is running
out.
A corrupt government is key.
When the president brought up eradicating useless life, no one
questioned it. Everyone had already thought of it; it was
logical. There’s too many, so get rid of what’s not needed. But
it’s a thought so gruesome and inhumane that no one would’ve
imagined bringing it up. Once it was, however, brought to the
table, no one found it in themselves to disagree. Time is one
hot commodity. Living one hundred years thanks to beautiful
health and drastic advances in medicine wasn’t enough. It never
is.
So it started with the homeless. Sure, people disagreed, but it
was okay because most of the homeless were worthless drug
addicts and didn’t want to live a better life for themselves.
Why waste precious space on them? Why allow them to breathe the
air others who were contributing to society earned?
Bang, bang.
Next? The illegals. The Anchorbabies. They needed to go home. Or
just go away. Forever. The hoodrats were also lumped into that
category; causing more trouble than they were worth. How selfish
could they get?
Bang, bang.
It wasn’t enough. Protestors against the cleanse were gone soon
after it started – if they couldn’t support it, then they didn’t
need to live. The disabled, welfare whores; gone just the same,
unless they could pay their way out of it.
Bang, bang.
Money was welcome. The more you had, the safer you were. Life
costs money, if you couldn’t pay to live, you were just as bad
as the others. Rich became richer, the poor… well, they got what
they deserve.
The process was slow. Perfection took time. Other countries
followed suit. The population dwindled into beautiful numbers
well sustainable by the Earth. The rich would survive, and war
broke out because no one is better than Americans. Foreign
leaders were killed and the most prime from each country were
kept alive. Soon genetic testing began. The Earth wouldn’t be
perfect until only the perfect humans lived. Eugenics were key
to that. Genes were even more powerful than money. Those
unworthy were killed.
And then ‘unworthy’ became open to interpretation. People
thought highly of themselves. The self-righteous lived and were
left to rebuild.
Bang, bang, bang.
It wouldn’t end until everyone was gone.[/center]
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