Breaking News:
The virus referred to around the world as the Sleeping Virus has broken quarantine. Three people in downtown New York city were diagnosed with it at 4:27 this morning. One of them was a member of the coast guard who boarded the ghost ship from Egypt which arrived late at night the day before yesterday. His fellow soldiers are blaming inadequate HAZMAT protocols, but that no longer matters. In every country it has entered it has quickly spread throughout the population, leaving devastation in its wake.
For the record, here's what we know so far:
Egyptian terrorists identified a disease in a remote tribe in South Africa that the locals called "the sleeping sickness". They brought it back to Cairo, where they incubated the virus in kidnapped homeless people. They didn't have the same immunity to it that the tribal people did, and quickly started slipping into comas. A few days later, people in Cairo started getting sick, and it started to spread.
Countries around the world started closing their borders, but the virus still managed to spread. This lead to the Viral Cure Phenomenon, where websites like youtube started getting thousands of videos posted to them of people in infected countries giving people advise on how to "cure" the disease. None of them worked but some, such as those that recommended the use of large amounts of stimulants or Vitamin B, did negate the symptom for which the virus is named long enough to keep the victims conscious while their failing metabolism shut down their internal organs.
Reports from Europe show that only one in ten thousand people have enough of an immunity to the disease to survive infection. So far no one, including the CDC, has been able to so much as slow the progress of the virus. Because of that, I would just like to say, goodbye. If anyone watching this survives, I hope that one day you can help rebuild what's left of human civilization.
That was broadcast one week ago. Since then humanity has been ravaged by the disease. What was left of the cities fell days ago as stimulant and pain fueled groups of criminals destroyed anything they wanted to. For some reason, though, you didn't die like the rest. You may have caught the disease, but you survived it long enough for your body to manufacture anti-bodies to it. Now you have to survive, or possibly rebuild, when even a city the size of New York likely has only one thousand people left alive in it.
My idea is that we meet up in a city, maybe New York or Atlanta, and rebuild on the edge of the city. Yes, I know there's been many end-of-the-world RPs out there, but I figured a disease would be better than aliens or zombies.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Pre-outbreak Occupation:
Special skills:
Personality:
Owned items:
Vehicle:
Bio:
My Character:
Name: Bradley Ayers
Age: 29
Appearance:
Pre-outbreak Occupation: Factory maintenance technician
Special skills: fixing stuff, especially electronics
Personality: Likes figuring out how things work, and how to build things. This extends into most areas, not just machines.
Owned items: food/water (about 2 days), sodas, sports drinks, emergency protein (whey powder, protein bars, beef jerky), gun bag (small amounts of ammo for each), several Kevlar Vests. Random electrical components. Honda 2000i generator, 4 golf cart batteries, 700watt inverter, small space heater, radio, sleeping bag.
Vehicle: Cargo Van from an AC repair shop
Bio: When he caught the disease, he went home, intending to spend his last few hours playing video games. As expected, he went to sleep after sixteen hours, but unexpectedly, he woke up 43 hours later. Dehydrated and starving, he ate and drank as much as he could. After that, he stayed locked inside his apartment for a few days, tying his generator into his important appliances whenever he needed them, and when things had quieted down, he left, finding dead people, mixed with a few comatose people, everywhere.
He grabbed what he could, including a cargo van, food and a sleeping bag from a local prepper's house, fuel, guns and armor from the police station, and batteries from a nearby retirement community. He then started driving, hoping to come across anyone who survived.
The virus referred to around the world as the Sleeping Virus has broken quarantine. Three people in downtown New York city were diagnosed with it at 4:27 this morning. One of them was a member of the coast guard who boarded the ghost ship from Egypt which arrived late at night the day before yesterday. His fellow soldiers are blaming inadequate HAZMAT protocols, but that no longer matters. In every country it has entered it has quickly spread throughout the population, leaving devastation in its wake.
For the record, here's what we know so far:
Egyptian terrorists identified a disease in a remote tribe in South Africa that the locals called "the sleeping sickness". They brought it back to Cairo, where they incubated the virus in kidnapped homeless people. They didn't have the same immunity to it that the tribal people did, and quickly started slipping into comas. A few days later, people in Cairo started getting sick, and it started to spread.
Countries around the world started closing their borders, but the virus still managed to spread. This lead to the Viral Cure Phenomenon, where websites like youtube started getting thousands of videos posted to them of people in infected countries giving people advise on how to "cure" the disease. None of them worked but some, such as those that recommended the use of large amounts of stimulants or Vitamin B, did negate the symptom for which the virus is named long enough to keep the victims conscious while their failing metabolism shut down their internal organs.
Reports from Europe show that only one in ten thousand people have enough of an immunity to the disease to survive infection. So far no one, including the CDC, has been able to so much as slow the progress of the virus. Because of that, I would just like to say, goodbye. If anyone watching this survives, I hope that one day you can help rebuild what's left of human civilization.
That was broadcast one week ago. Since then humanity has been ravaged by the disease. What was left of the cities fell days ago as stimulant and pain fueled groups of criminals destroyed anything they wanted to. For some reason, though, you didn't die like the rest. You may have caught the disease, but you survived it long enough for your body to manufacture anti-bodies to it. Now you have to survive, or possibly rebuild, when even a city the size of New York likely has only one thousand people left alive in it.
My idea is that we meet up in a city, maybe New York or Atlanta, and rebuild on the edge of the city. Yes, I know there's been many end-of-the-world RPs out there, but I figured a disease would be better than aliens or zombies.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Pre-outbreak Occupation:
Special skills:
Personality:
Owned items:
Vehicle:
Bio:
My Character:
Name: Bradley Ayers
Age: 29
Appearance:
Pre-outbreak Occupation: Factory maintenance technician
Special skills: fixing stuff, especially electronics
Personality: Likes figuring out how things work, and how to build things. This extends into most areas, not just machines.
Owned items: food/water (about 2 days), sodas, sports drinks, emergency protein (whey powder, protein bars, beef jerky), gun bag (small amounts of ammo for each), several Kevlar Vests. Random electrical components. Honda 2000i generator, 4 golf cart batteries, 700watt inverter, small space heater, radio, sleeping bag.
Vehicle: Cargo Van from an AC repair shop
Bio: When he caught the disease, he went home, intending to spend his last few hours playing video games. As expected, he went to sleep after sixteen hours, but unexpectedly, he woke up 43 hours later. Dehydrated and starving, he ate and drank as much as he could. After that, he stayed locked inside his apartment for a few days, tying his generator into his important appliances whenever he needed them, and when things had quieted down, he left, finding dead people, mixed with a few comatose people, everywhere.
He grabbed what he could, including a cargo van, food and a sleeping bag from a local prepper's house, fuel, guns and armor from the police station, and batteries from a nearby retirement community. He then started driving, hoping to come across anyone who survived.
