"The world wasn't exactly prepared for it, were they? No one expected anyone to have such a weapon with the destruction capabilities such as its own. Humanity had always been so idiotic in focusing on wiping out one another to notice how much harm they would do to themselves, as well as the 'enemy'. And now, the world seems to have fallen into tiny spectacles. Ashes of burnt cities and civilisations leave a foul stench in the once beautiful streets and buildings of the world. No one was fast enough to react, and no one was clever enough to prepare...
The Year was 2018, when everything took a toll. It started out with the formation of terrorist cults, under the banner of once 'Great' examples such as themselves. They were the offspring of all worldwide anarchists, terrorists, heretics and traitors, hell-bent on causing a downfall in the mass produce of civilisation. They wanted the old world, the old humanity that once existed. Nothing technological was to be allowed. That was all but one however. At first, they seemed only a threat that special-operation groups could handle swiftly, letting them focus on the more 'Serious' matters of the once great collection of nations. Then, it all started in Sweden. A filmed message sent to U.N. Officials notified the slaughter of thousands of innocent men, women and children, both civilian and serviced. At that stage, the world was almost instantaneously put on high alert. No Full-scale operations held by military ministers could be set forward, as these threats were everywhere and not from a specific background. They were already within their countries, their boundaries. Nothing could've been done to drive them out completely. Within two days, recruitment centres went wild in every nation and impressive walls, aligned with other defences, were set up on the perimeters. It'd ensure that any threats couldn't get in, or if they already were, couldn't get out. Countries sent air-personnel, armoured divisions, naval commands and infantry to every other allied nation. Soon, every country was balanced with thousands and millions of soldiers, all set into their own individual assignment. The United Kingdom took the highest of alerts. British Prime Minister John Witts was sent threatening videos of executions by global terror-makers. On the Fifteenth day of March, the streets were almost completely full. Everywhere major had newly trained faces placed into constant defensive postures, waiting for the inevitable strike of evil and corruption. Little did anyone know, the storm incoming wasn't just bullets and low-key explosives...It was something far worse than anyone could've imagined. Controlled Missiles, each fitted with a rare substance, were fitted into launching positions, targeting thousands and millions of towns, cities and locations. The package of these warheads was 'Toxin-73', a newly formed makeshift bacterial toxin mutated during research aimed to be used as a killing blow to all technological users. They didn't care about the innocent lives they were going to use it against, or their own. They wanted the world to be cleansed of current-humanity's filth. Only the strong and worthy would survive, as the saying would commonly go. And on the Eighteenth day of March, the launch sequence was pressed.
It only took an hour before everything almost fell silent. The missiles crippled buildings, tore up roads and caused mass-tremors throughout the lands of Earth. The toxin, combined into a gas-form, was injected into the fleeing people, killing them and retaking their own flesh. Animals were effected, people were effected...there was nothing that didn't take some sort of toll against the onslaught. The world had mostly perished, and a new age of life was about to be set free upon everything man had once created. Blackened, leathery skins grew upon those infected that time ago. Patches that looked similar to the Bubonic Plague's symptoms formed on the skins of dead humans. Soon, the once quiet streets became flooded with crowds of the reanimated. Animals became more violent and bloodthirsty, edging to feast upon the meats that were still lurking in their hiding spots. Deformities grew quickly. Rage grew in the minds of those 'infected' by said toxin. The mutated figures would feel compelled to kill those not already prey to their misfortune...
The sky fell grey, yet the air didn't seem poisoned. The waters of which tourist ferries used to chug down were still clean, only empty of life. Buildings weren't completely torn apart, yet huge chunks of brick and hardened clay were ripped from their once beautiful places. Windows laid smashed, glass laying everywhere in the streets...Cars were burnt up, and most that weren't seemed almost useless with the majority of fuel being burnt up in the flames of that disastrous day. The city, as well as the rest of the world, had been laid to waste at the push of a single button.
Oh, but humanity's story didn't end at this specific point, did it? Very few survivors emerged from the ashes of their once-beloved homes. Some died quickly after so, others not so much. Within the first two months of the outbreak and disaster, the smallest bands of people emerged in their own areas. Four makeshift camps, poorly defended and put together, scattered themselves around the entirety of the city. And that is where the story begins...The New Era - Chapter 1: Welcome to New-London."
So, this is my new idea for a Apocalyptic scenario. Set, as you might've figured out at this point, in a extremely-near future London, as well as other local places within the United Kingdom, after a catastrophic case of Unnatural Selection. Instead of the complete fall of the city to hordes of Zombies, I've decided to follow the route of both the Metro and Last of Us series in a way to alter the types of fallen creatures [Specific types are located in the Codex]. With both insane individuals that lurk amongst the shadows of the fallen city and the dangerous mutations of the past-world, every room in every building in every street is prone to conceal a dangerous end to the non-vigilant. It'll be focusing around a group who are used to maintain the current survivability of their Camp, being one of the four. Only five months after the disaster of Earth, and with access to supplies being filled with danger and death, the group will be little to nothing against their task.
As for you, as well as me, the characters that'll be of main focus will be those caught up in the affairs of the Pre-End UK. More specifically, these'll be the civilians that were caught in mass numbers only days and weeks before the conundrum. There is a slimmer chance for those who'd of preferred to go along an Ex-Military path, if you'd kindly ask me [Note - This was originally going to be the main focus, but I've changed it to a more, hopefully, ideal character selection list]. Many of these characters are capable of having some shifty and unique backgrounds. Some, for example, might've once lived a life of crime. Others might've been in danger of debt and homelessness. One might've been a successful businessman, only alive somehow due to their beloved patriotism towards the safety of their nation. Many of these characters would have never seen combat, yet had the time to be trained by their camp's Ex-Military individuals. This brings out the idea of fear, vulnerability and no understanding towards the current apocalyptic situation. Many of these people wouldn't be the strongest, most generic survivor that'd be expected in this sort of scenario, as many were simply civilians with a firearm. Those who weren't from the Military were just simple family-people, probably having the job as a Doctor, accountant, builder etc. More of these survived, with many of the Soldier's being in the streets, falling prone to the destruction of the city. A large mix in personality, background and perhaps relations between other characters would create a better atmosphere once in the RP.
This'll be filled with the certain bits 'n' bobs that are needed to know, from types of Camps, to the dangers lurking out in London's streets. This can be updated upon request, because no doubt I'm prone to missing something out.
The Character Sheet here is just a main guideline. As long as you fill out the essentials in clear detail, or at least enough to cover your character with a good view on them, you can edit the looks and sections as you wish. You can add your own segment if you also wish to.
Here are some Basic Rules that you should follow when in and out of Roleplay. Keep in mind that this system runs off a two Strike/Three Strike system. You get 1 or 2 warnings, depending on the occasion, before you'll be evicted from the Roleplay. I hope to not have to come to that, but it is possible.
Alrighty Ho. This should be about it. If you have any concerns, do message or inform me. We are always open to New Roleplayers, and are willingly going to accept those who are interested at most points. If we no longer accept people, it will be informed in the Title. Anyways, to all those who've read this, thank you for wasting your time and I'll enjoy seeing you in the Apocalypse! - LetMeDoStuff