The machinations of life.
When the human race took shelter in the giants, no one thought about how long they would have to stay there. The mindset was that the world would clean itself up, and in the meantime they would be safe in the metal monstrosities constructed just before the war. Huge, sky scraping robots, capable of storing millions of people inside the dark and twisted innards. At first, the resources were plentiful and spirits were high. The engineers kept the confusing and complicated parts running smoothly, and smoke from the exhaust ports could be seen for miles around, thousands and thousands of gallons of crude fossil fuels being burned by the day. The general populace wasn't worried when the fossil fuels started to run out. They figured the engineers would think of something, And think of something they did. For a decade the engineers toiled around the machines, in every conceivable part. Finally, unfortunately, the age of labor had begun. The job lists appeared on every Teletube, and just like that words from the past like "freedom" and "rest" were gone forever.
OOC
Basically the idea of this RP is that after the nuclear resource wars, all of the worlds nations piled into huge individual robots, each the size to store an entire nation. After the fossil fuels ran out, the engineers outfitted the robots to work on pure physical power. This started the age of labor, in which 95% of all populations of the robots were subjugated into menial labor jobs, ruled by the guild of engineers who had control of the brain. This will be set 300 years after the Great War, when the idea of freedom is long gone and the common mans life has no meaning. You will play as one of these workers, fed up with your life and seeking to escape through one of the exhaust ports. I'll expand this ALLOT more and polish it if it gets enough interest. Thanks for reading!
When the human race took shelter in the giants, no one thought about how long they would have to stay there. The mindset was that the world would clean itself up, and in the meantime they would be safe in the metal monstrosities constructed just before the war. Huge, sky scraping robots, capable of storing millions of people inside the dark and twisted innards. At first, the resources were plentiful and spirits were high. The engineers kept the confusing and complicated parts running smoothly, and smoke from the exhaust ports could be seen for miles around, thousands and thousands of gallons of crude fossil fuels being burned by the day. The general populace wasn't worried when the fossil fuels started to run out. They figured the engineers would think of something, And think of something they did. For a decade the engineers toiled around the machines, in every conceivable part. Finally, unfortunately, the age of labor had begun. The job lists appeared on every Teletube, and just like that words from the past like "freedom" and "rest" were gone forever.
OOC
Basically the idea of this RP is that after the nuclear resource wars, all of the worlds nations piled into huge individual robots, each the size to store an entire nation. After the fossil fuels ran out, the engineers outfitted the robots to work on pure physical power. This started the age of labor, in which 95% of all populations of the robots were subjugated into menial labor jobs, ruled by the guild of engineers who had control of the brain. This will be set 300 years after the Great War, when the idea of freedom is long gone and the common mans life has no meaning. You will play as one of these workers, fed up with your life and seeking to escape through one of the exhaust ports. I'll expand this ALLOT more and polish it if it gets enough interest. Thanks for reading!