It happened so fast, we didn't even know it was coming. They had been brewing under the surface of the earth for decades, being tended to by some unknown force. Maintain them, training them, Upgrading them. And we were so oblivious, so fucking oblivious that when they arrived, they wiped the floor with our astonished faces. At first they were fighting us, even though they surprised us we were on equal footing. But more and more of them started showing up and the fight became a slaughter, they started killing Men, Women, Children, it didn't matter. We were like animals to them, to their highly evolved hard drives or whatever the hell is in those cold metal skulls of their's. Then, then when they realized how much more useful we would be at working, they starting capturing us. The good, obedient laborers would be promoted, better housing, better food, better treatment. Maybe they would even gain an administrative position at a labor camp or facility. But those who weren't obedient, who wouldn't be their little workers, had 3 choices: Submission, Fight, or Die. The process is that first they would try to break you, make you obedient. If that didn't work you would be punished severely. At this point people usually fought, unsuccessfully and escaped or failed and were killed. More and More people were escaping, then returned to fighting, hurting the metal monsters anyway they could.
But like all things, they failed. They were slaughtered, metal feet stomping on their corpses chanting "Fear the Steel". The very same war chant they sung as they broke through the London subway and begun their genocide. That fucking chant, Fear the Steel, Fear the Steel. It gets ingrained to your mind, into your heart, into your very being and soul. But, heh, you know all of this don't you? Of course, you were there in London the day it happened, maybe in the subway even. How much did you lose in that first attack? Did you fight, run, or simply wait to die and God never granted you that wish. We all had a past, I guess the best thing we can do now is to keep fighting and move forward, try to see the light at the end of this fucking nightmare. Just gotta hang in there...
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This RP takes place in Modern Day London, the day of the invasion. You will play as whoever you want, but it has to be connected to all the other players. So if you want be a servicemen on active duty, Great! But, all other players have to be willing to play as military or someone connected to military. Of course an exception can be made if your character is on leave and is visiting family or friends. Other than that one rule, you can do anything. You, the players, will decide the direction of the rp through the actions of your characters. I will be playing as the Steel Union Army most of the time, maybe playing important characters when the need arises. But once the rp starts, you the players can do anything and go anywhere, within reason, meaning if you wanna fly out of London you have to find a way onto a plane and not just find one in someone's backyard.
On Another Note: I have been known to not participate very long in rps in the past, but I assure you that I will see this one through to the end, as long as interest remains. There is no limit to the amount of characters, I want you guys to go nuts! If you feel this rp can be improved by something or some aspect, let me know.