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In 2028, the ever widening gap between rich and poor reached it's breaking point. The world as we knew it was swallowed up and replaced with a global strip mall. Lives were bought and sold without any caring or legal ramifications. Who could stop them? They had the power, they owned the legislators, they ruled the world. All that was left was to really and truly make it theirs. There was no warning. Big Black Friday was here and every billionaire worth his gold was cashing in. This time the product was people.
Companies paraded themselves as beacons of hope in the complete economic turmoil that they themselves created. Come! Bow before us! Bestow your offerings and pray we grant you salvation! Pass up tithing, and may we lift you up on high into the cities of the sky! Families sold off their lives to try and please those who already had everything. And for what? A one way ticket to the Google Empire? Or maybe you wanted in on the Microsoft Monarchy. No? Perhaps the Burger Kingdom was your ticket to eternal bliss? The smart ones realized what was happening and prepared for the worst. There would be no happy ending; only slow, painful suffering. They ran for the hills with whatever could be carried and formed the first Proletarian reservations. Everybody else was left dazed and confused. The Aristocracy used their newly acquired assets to seal the deal before taking off into the heavens.
I can only imagine how it must have felt. Total abandonment. The fear creeping up your spine as you watched the cities launch up and blot out the sun. Hundreds of them, too large to even comprehend. And left in their place was the Bourgeois, angry that they were left behind, fooled into thinking it was our fault. That day is immortalized in one way or another on every reservation. Ours has a mural burned onto the side of some brick building, or what was left of it. I hear that the Hollywood sign got torn down and rebuilt to say 'They Lied'. Or was it 'We Believed'? I can't remember.
25 years later things have only gotten worse. The Border Patrol are given enough to keep them satisfied and obedient. They live in the restricted areas; small suburban neighborhoods that barely managed to survive the years. They got to play at the old rat race. This one would buy an old TV, that one a used car. They were all trying to out do the others while taking comfort that we could never out do them. How stupid. Couldn't they see that they were living in squalor compared to those above? Sure, it looked like the Ritz next to the reservations but shit... I guess as long you can convince yourself that everything is okay, then it is. Hell, maybe they even got some sick enjoyment out of gunning us down one by one.
Us. The Proles. The herpes of society left to fester and rot. I say we're doing just dandy given the circumstances. When we fled and formed the reservations, none of us really thought about what it would be like. Everyone brought their iPads, TVs, cellphones, laptops without realizing there'd be no way to use them. What's the point of plugging in a TV if there's no electricity flowing through the outlet? Soon we were buried in our own waste, along with everything else the wealthy left behind. How ironic. The things we used to pass the time were now there only to taunt us. Bet you wished you spent your money on food. Can't eat a Kindle. Can't drink a Blackberry. So the useless trash heaps everywhere is a big problem. Gang violence is even bigger. You'd think that since we were all fucked up the ass that we could put aside color and language and just get along, right? Wrong.
Poverty breeds ignorance, desperation, and violence. Each reservation has it's colors, it's leaders, and it's rules. You try not to step on toes, and usually you do alright. It's best to find a group of friends. Safety in numbers, you know? Besides, it's easier to scrounge for food and supplies when you've got people helping. I hear some reservations are filled with hippies who live just like that, communist manifesto and all. Those tend to be the more rural areas. City life has it's own way of operating. Shit, they had been killing each other for years before this, why the fuck stop now? But I'm making it out to be a nightmare. There are some good things about living with the rats.
There are airdrops. Generous 'donations' from the trash cans of the rich. Sometimes it's clothes. Sometimes it's food. None of it is given out of kindness. It's just taking out the garbage so their sparkling cities stay clean. Other than that, we get left alone. The Aristocracy doesn't really give a fuck as long as you stay down. The Border Patrol has their air ships that pass by now and again, but that's about it. Kind of insulting, really. they honestly expect us to sit here and wait to die.
I guess that's how the rebels got to planning. Not that I know much about it. Most people, like myself, have their own ways of sticking it to the man. Guess that wasn't good enough. Word on the street is that People are planning something big. It's not just one rez either. There have been a lot of new faces passing through, exchanging letters and supplies, looking for recruits. They bring a sense of unease. Why upset the established order? There's no way out of this. Right? They seem to think there is and they aren't going to stop until somebody bleeds.
The working class, though there isn't any work to be found. Simply referred to as proles by the Aristocracy these are the starving vermin left to die at the fringe of society. Surrounded by first world waste and electrical salvage, they live a strange existence filled with the remnants of the old society. Too bad you can't eat computers and cell phones.
The CEOs and their wives. The best friends of upper management and their cookie cutter families. These are the bloated swine that make up the Aristocracy. Overindulgence run wild has created a greed that cannot be stopped. They live on vast floating cities engineered to sustain their disgusting way of life. You'll never see them, save for the brave Aristobrat that likes to condescend onto the landfills below for a night of debauchery. They prefer to ignore the rest of the world. Why should they care? Every single need, no matter how insignificant or extravagant, is met. Everything else is just a pox upon the Earth.
Also known as Border Patrol, they are the middle class, or what was left of it. For decades before Big Black Friday, the wealthy had convinced the bourgeois that the impoverished lower class was causing all their problems. It was a pill so easy to swallow, even as the middle class was rapidly disappearing. This hatred for all lower class citizens was cultivated and honed until it became a toxic, biological need to stomp out all things seemingly impoverished and weak. What first started out as wry political humor turned into a federally owned and operated task force that kept the rich safe from the filthy, grasping, desperate hands of the poor. They are the merciless, unfeeling protectors of gross excess. They are the guardians of Aristocracy. They are the death of the proles. Any prole caught inside a restricted area is to be killed on sight. Any prole caught amassing wealth of any kind is to be killed on sight. Any prole that looks at you the wrong way is to be killed on sight.
They are the few and far between that refuse to stay down. They will do anything to tear down the corporations and restore the balance of wealth in the nation. Using some ingenuity, electrical scraps, and a little duct tape, they have a wide array of basic tools and weapons to aid their cause.
The Federation of Corporational Conglomerates. During the event known as Big Black Friday, the world as we know it was broken up and realigned according to buying power, brand loyalty, and profit margin. The United States, England, India, Germany... None if it was left. Geopolitical borders melted and countries were replaced with Corporations. Do you belong to Google? Apple? Microsoft? How about GE or Walmart? Maybe McDonald's was the one for you. Not that it mattered. Once the rich established their seat of power, they quickly disposed of their loyal followers, charging them with the task of Border Patrol, or banishing them to the wastelands of society to starve off and die.
Other Random Bits:
- Anyone can go anywhere, even overseas, as long as you have the means to get there. There are no borders, save for the restricted areas.
- Restricted areas are where the border patrol air ships and sky vessels can dock, or where high concentrations of Bourgeois live.
- There are rumors of a minority within the Aristocracy that is aiding the rebel group. Could they be connected to those unruly Aristobrats?
- As far as proletarian technology goes, if you can think of a clever way to make it work given the limited resources available, go for it. I imagine something similar to District 9 in terms of living conditions and available materials.
- Some corporations, such as Google or Microsoft, do provide assistance to the proles in the form of mass drops. While it is coming straight from the trashcans of the Aristocracy, it does provide a means of survival.
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In order to balance out the plot, I'm going to only accept Border Patrol and Aristocracy. This is only temporary. I'm gonna be honest with you. I hate character forms. They're awful, boring, and take the surprise out of the character. So for this roleplay, I want your submission to be an in-character monologue that contains the following information: Name, age, social class, political agenda, and backstory. That's it. Make it as long or as small as you'd like. See my character for inspiration. Please keep in mind that the attitude and speech characteristics you establish here should match what you type in game.
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