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“Hello, viewers. Y’know who it is. It’s your boy, DJ Wildfire. My voice spreads for the rest like fire spreads in a fo'rest,” DJ Wildfire played a little sound effect after his tagline.

“I’m here to bring you the latest news, updates, and other shiz niz. But before I begin, I want to address something. Forgive me, but I am gonna get real sentimental right now. I was walking the other day and I realized something outrageous. I never took the time to fully appreciate what I got.” DJ Wildfire stopped talking on the mic and sucked air through his teeth.

“Okay so I was walking the other day and I just became amazed at how far we came as a human race. Like people say we were apes back then. It’s just weird how we have grown as a society. We have advanced technologies that I would never have imagined in my life, man. Even as a kid, I went crazy when I saw the Nintendo 64. Those graphics blew my mind. Now, look at where we are.” DJ Wildfire began snapping his fingers trying to piece together his thoughts.

“We in the year 2056. We got monorails zipping throughout the skyline. We got actual hoverboards that hover in the air. And I ain’t talking about that shit in 2015. That was a self-balanced scooter. Ain’t nothing hovering with that.” DJ WIldfire paused his rant and sighed. “Okay, I’m getting off topic. The point is what I am trying to make is we are in a sci-fi age. Never would I have thought a robot would make me dinner and do my dishes. That is some Jetsons shit.”

DJ Wildfire’s breath could be heard on the mic as he paused for a few seconds. “I guess it’s a huge milestone for us. Flying cars, robot butlers, and self-check out stores, I was really happy.” A sudden record scratch was heard and the background music was cut. “But ya’ll idiots fucked it up.” Another man sitting idly in the booth abruptly laughed. He began coughing in the studio from heavy laughter. “Hold on, ya’ll. That’s my secret guest I brought in with me today. Be right back in five. He's dying- Shh, man. It wasn't that funny.” Smooth jazz continued to play throughout the station.

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"Okay, ya'll. We're back, sorry for the mishap. Like I said earlier, I brought a special guest to the mic; however, my boy wants to remain anonymous. So we just gonna randomly name him Steve. You're up, Steve." The microphone picked up the sound of DJ Wildfire snapping his fingers.

"Uh, umm, Mr. Wildfire, sir? My name is actually Steve. I-I told you this earlier."

"Man, shut yo ass up, Steve. Continue your story." DJ Wildfire retorted. The anonymous person was going to speak up again until the MC interrupted him. "And it's DJ Wildfire. You got to say the whole thing."

"Umm, yes, DJ Wildfire." Heavy breathing could be heard on the microphone. Steve was finding his words to speak. "Well, this is the first time I'm doing this. I am kind of nervous. I never told anyone about this. It must have been fifteen years ago. The guest speaker kept pausing for brief seconds.

"I was there during the Week of Hell. As most of you know, that was the moment when everything we loved—everything we cherished died. I witnessed a lot of death and other revolting things. I still see it today sometimes. I am here to admit that I was there when it happened; I was there at the source. I was a lab assistant." DJ Wildfire can be heard rustling in his seat. Hearing the news again caught him off guard.

"Damn, Steve, you're part of the reason for all this reason? You took my hoverboard away?" DJ Wildfire spat.

"What? God, no! I would never-Stop using my first name. I was just an assistant. I wouldn't even go as far to call myself that either. I just fetched the coffee and filed the papers," Steve muttered a few curse words under his breath; he was unaware that the microphone picked up his slurs. "I knew what they were doing. I signed a confidentiality report and everything. I've held the information to all myself all these years. I have been carrying the guilt on my shoulders this whole time."

Steve's voice started to get panicky. His stuttering became worse. "I-I knew about it and I-I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything! Y-you don't know the pain; I-I had to take the job. I-I couldn't just quit. I was short on money..." Steve tapped his fingers on the booth. He was trying to calm his nerves.

"I didn't do anything to cause the end of the world, but I didn't do anything to stop it. Although, I can share some information. I can forever rest everyone's mind and tell you how and why it all began. DJ Wildfire, do you still have that a recording of that broadcast? I believe you did a mockery review on it in one of your sessions."

"You talking about the crazy nutjob? You seriously asking me to play that again?"

"He might not seem the most credible person on the planet, but I believe he had the clearest idea on the reasoning for all of this. It makes the most sense out of everything. I'm not sure how he knows, but there was one thing he was right about to which is why I believe everything out of that tape. He knew of the experiments on criminals who were assigned on death row.

"Alright, guys. Prepare to listen to this tape again. Apparently, there is more truth to it than we thought. This is the end of my broadcast for today. Stay safe and check back. Thanks for coming in, Steve."

"Thanks for having me, Mister DJ Cauliflower."

"I know yo ass did not just call me Cauliflower."

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DJ Wildfire clicked and hit a few switches. He hooked a damaged phone into an audio jack and let it play out. An aggressive male could be heard on the audio.

"I am going to die later. There is no ands ifs or buts. I am definitely going to get fucked sideways. I'm not going to leave my name because you don't fucking need it. This is me speaking the truth. I guess I might as well do some good for this rotting world.

I expected some awesome things in 2056. I really did. The world is so fucked right now! Everything has just gone all tipsy and turvy. This planet died and there's no saving it! All because we humans are self-righteous pieces of shit. I don't know why everyone blames the scientists. It's all of us as a society, we did this!

I know the scientists did this shit. They wanted to play God. I never needed no science in my life. That's for sure! People say they wanted to create a new antidote for cancer and other people say they wanted a new weapon of mass destruction. I say it doesn't fucking matter now. They did a lot of horrible shit. They experimented on criminals who already had an execution date. They tried fooling me, but I'm too smart for them!

What did we get as a result? Fucking zombies. Was it a success or failure? None of us can know if they made their weapons or they screwed up the pooch by trying to cure cancer. I'm just glad it all fell apart when they realized their mistake. Now we got people eating people, rotting flesh down the streets. It's a party! I wish they stuck to something recreational like making a jetpack. I always wanted one. But nope, I got a fucking robot butler.

Now some of you might say that the machines were a government conspiracy or it was also the scientist's fault. I know for a fact you weren't complaining when your robot servant was massaging your toes and washing the dishes. Humans are lazy good-for-nothings. I don't have much intelligence on the machines. All I know is they became more self-aware. I crushed one a little while ago. I think it was a toaster oven model. I looked around its body and found a certain "chip." These "chips" I believe grant the robots human emotions.

I'm sure that's why they started the rebellion. I mean, we never showed them gratitude. We're kind of assholes like that. I always thought it was coincidental how the zombie virus and robot rebellion happened on the same fucking day. That was the Week of Hell as people called it. I think it's still going.

Between you and me, I think I saw it, but I might have heard the zombies "reproducing." Can you imagine? I am getting tired of this world. Zombies and robots, a man can only take so much. My body wasn't cut out for the radioactive waste like those son of bitches. It just gave me cancer. Where's that antidote now? Fucking hell, I just wanted a jetpack.

DJ Wildfire sighed as the audio clip ended. "What a nutcase. Man, fuck Steve."

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Chicken Leg is based on a novel series I am working on. Essentially, Chicken Leg is a satirical role-play set in a post-apocalyptic setting. The world went to war with robots and zombies...and lost. Role-players will try to survive in its current state while fending off many enemies. Role-players will have travel town to town. Each town or point of interest will offer something brand new. You might like roleplaying this if you like Borderlands, Fallout, One Piece, or even Skyrim.

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Yes and no. I still want work to be put into this roleplay. And though the concept is silly, drama and serious moments can be added.

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Role-players will have the opportunity to be part of the fortunate ones affected by the radioactivity on earth. Radioactivity grants people different appearances and even special abilities. Sometimes it's also items of interest. Weapons of war built by the scientists are hidden throughout the world. One role player brought in boots that guarantee super-jumps. Other weapons are drenched in radioactivity and changed the overall usage. Have you ever seen a role-player fight with a glowing green kitchen pan? I have. It's amazing.

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Not essentially. Other people with radioactive powers if they prove to be hostile. You cannot forget about bandits and raiders as well as new animals affected by the radioactive waste. This world is relentlessly hostile.

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My character that I always have for this particular role-play wields a giant chicken leg. The name fits better than my other attempts and it just stuck to it.

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There will be a lot of profanity in this role-play. Gore and violence are accepted as well. Sexual themes are invited too. The only thing not available in this roleplay is smut given I feel that it's a common rule on this site and I don't want to get in trouble.

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I would assume that everyone knows the regular rules, but because of my current ignorance, I'm going to go ahead and list the things that are prohibited in this roleplay.

❖ No Godmodding. I wish to witness role players getting hurt and injured. Be a good sport about it, guys. Everyone can feel pain and can't dodge every hit thrown at them.

❖ Proper spelling and grammar, please. An efficient spell and grammar checker is a great way to reduce this problem.

❖ Enemies are a great deal in this roleplay. I'll be frank and say that I love to give great power to the bad guys in order for the whole party to collaborate. There's a chance that fighting may get tiring. That's why after every endeavor, I'll be sure to reward players for their hard work. I will also be hinting you the enemy's weakness if the fight drags on.

❖ You may have gotten a giggle from the introduction. I am aware of why you had some chuckles over it. This does not mean that you can half-ass your posts or your app. I will not take your app if you took no effort or time to make it.

This app is prohibited.

Character: Cluckens the giant roasted yellow talking chicken
Age: Infinity
Height: 15 ft
weapons: His giant chicken talon claws
BIO: Created by a fallout radiation from US neclear reactors.
Current: Waiting to kill zombies with friends!

This app is not prohibited.

Name: "Cluckens"

Age:49

Gender: Male
Appearance: Clucken stands normally like a human. He's covered in bright yellow feathers. Cluckens has gigantic black pupils that usually make the other freaks shiver. He has a slight problem with his weight. He carries a huge luggage of beer in his belly, it jiggles naturally when he takes a stroll.

Personality: He tends to get real cocky most of the time. He loves to boast and brag about how great he his. He does boil in frustration when you point out that he's a chicken. Cluckens does not like the puns that came from his transformation.

Weapons: Cluckens is frankly tough. He's able to fly by flapping his wings repeatedly. He can't hold himself long in the air or go all that high anyway. He has quite the admirable brute strength to be jealous about. He will bring his talons once the situation needs them.

Bio:
Cluckens real name is actually 'Timmothy Masters.' He had an obsession with consuming chicken products. He would munch on chicken nuggets, chow on chicken sandwiches, and devour some fried chicken.

He was a complete couch potato that luckily survived the carnage of the apocalypse day. He sadly stumbled into a pit of waste. Only Karma could be responsible for his new body. Cluckens now is trying very hard not to become a cannibal. He wishes to go to 'The End' to seek problems on how to end his chicken obsession.

❖ I'm going to Be Story Telling such as events and when zombies, robots, and ECT appear. I dislike it when someone makes their own monsters appear or adds a sudden zombie horde into the mix. I do listen to ideas. Just hit me up with a personal message and I'll consider it.

❖ For good measure, please put "I'm Random LOL xD" at the end of your post to signal that you read the terms and conditions.

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Everyone must start in a small urban town with a weird name called "Pallet Town." The town is covered with prostitutes and littered with radioactive puddles. Wherever you walked you’re always annoyed by the same question "Spare Change?" A small clinic stand by somewhere in the middle which invites you to be introduced to the town's doctor. Little huts represent houses that people spend their time sleeping. Rich people have the usual straw bed and a two bedroom. Everyone else suffers from just a blanket and one room. Starting Point is a perimeter, twelve-acre land boxed by metal scrap walls. The only way to enter Starting Point is a simple gate that uses a pulley function. It's guarded by a muscular man that goes by Mikey Francis. Mikey Francis is the only protection from bandits, robots, and infects. Starting Point luckily has a hangout spot.

The hangout spot is a worn down restaurant. Inside it's a bit homely with a welcome waitress and home cooking. Though the site of little cockroaches is disgusting so everyone spends their time on the outside bar. The outside bar is popular due to the radio. The radio is the only thing we have of getting updates from outside of Pallet Town.

Suddenly, the local radio started erupting good news. Everyone gathered around hearing the spoken words "Everyone come all and come once. We have everything to offer. We are a protected city giving food, water, and shelter. We have many things that you thought were extinct because of the infected robot invasion. Our city is cleverly called "The End." Everything you ever dreamed of is here. Everyone is welcome...except the zombies and the robots...and ugly people." Everyone morphed to a silent tone that soon followed with an outburst of boos. The End is famous for the mythical of having everything and no one really cared for it because The End is quite the adventure to hike which means whoever wanted to get there meant going through a bunch of trouble. Only a stupid, brave, or determined person surely wants to go.

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Go ahead and go all out! I won't mind accepting a 12yr. old that has a weapon bigger than him or a 80yr. old muscular person. I'm hoping to approve of weird characters. Though normal people are allowed too. If you want to role-play as a robot, I can allow it; however, a zombie cannot be roleplayed. A person that may be a carrier of the disease is appropriate though.

This section will be the almanac for towns and enemies.

Give me your interest.

Interested!

Interested as well.

Interested. Brilliant using the lofi jazz in combo with the radio script for the intro.

Interested in this.

@Soph123@snake153@Too Old 4 This

Thank you for your interest. Will you be creating a character sheet now or later when the role play has launched to the Causal?

@Poi

Great to have your interest, Poi!

I wish to express my interest as well.

Ah but a question, has radiation filled the entire world/land in small to high concentration but still present or just in select locations?

@Leaves No problem! I had been interested since I saw it in the test section of RPG. I have a character in the works right now in my own test thread.

@Polaris North

There's small concentration throughout. In select locations, the radiation may be higher or lower depending on the circumstances.

Still a WIP, but if you want, you can check over what I have so far.

I like what I see so far. Nicely done, Poi.

So here's what I have so far. I think I'm pretty much finished if he's okay.

@Leaves I will try to create one now, but if I don't have time I'll just do it once it goes up to casual

Still need to write out the appearance, hobbies, weapons, techniques, and skills sections. Plus I'm still trying to think up one more strength and weakness, but I'm almost done.