HokumPocus

Post-apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

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Soft breezes entered the small town of Slopadelphia, slipping through the cracks of houses and bringing the scent of wet mud to anyone up this early in the morning. Rainwater rolled off of crops in fat dewdrops and glistened against a backdrop of rust and wood. It was one of those mornings where the sky looked like an old blue blanket and every breath taken felt heavier than usual.

Slopadelphia had its humble start in the old world as a series of mediocre bus stops and later evolved into a series of mediocre train tracks several decades after the explosion. Although it was now vaguely considered to be a town, most of the tracks still remained embedded into the ground and divided the area in two rough sections with a town square in the middle. The houses in both sections were all in various states of disrepair, sporting old paint, clutter, bulky air conditioning units and the occasional tasteful bare doorframe. Navigating the cramped and maze-like paths was near impossible unless you were a local, and on this particular day, againt all odds, someone wasn't.

"I said, please let me in!!!"

Hector Mineshaft. Late twenties, soot colored hair and eyes. Tendency to apologize, especially when unnecessary. Currently trying to meet the local territory professor with mixed success.

"First you eat my oranges, and now you come to bang my door down? Your generation needs to know a lesson or two in RESPECT!"

Professor Charcoal. Old. It was accurate to say that he was bitter at having his radio calisthenics interrupted, but it was also accurate to say that he was always bitter and this was just a convenient way to justify it at the moment.

The professor's house was isolated and far away from the rest of Slopadelphia, which made it easier to spot. The ceramic zigzagoon statues and various warning signs scattered along the way helped as well, although every local simply identified the off-white shack by its pale orange trees and their infamous hermit of an owner. The younger citizens of Kasparc especially feared his horde of pampered zigzagoon. If a toy was stolen with one of their pickup abilities, it wasn't getting returned.

"I said I was sorry!", pleaded Hector. He had made the mistake of plucking one of the professor's many, many oranges from one of his many, many trees, as despite his lawful nature he had skipped breakfast and had regretted it. The young man straightened himself up a bit and mustered the courage to continue begging the professor to open the door. "Kasparc law states that an area's designated professor has to assist in the pokemon delivery process!", he shouted. His eyes teared up a bit. "Failing to comply will result in various legal consequences!"

The inside of the door grew quiet for some time, until the professor raised his voice again. It had the softness and grace of a trash compactor. "Well, I don't HEAR any damn kids there, it's just you! How do I know you're not just trying to rob an old man of his resources!?"

It was no use, Hector would have to wait on the teenagers that were selected by his coworker. As was typical for less developed areas where nominations were less frequent, they were on the older side of the scale. His coworker, Helena, had various ways of letting them know, from ominous letters to speaking with their parents to hunting down a mutation with a crossbow and carving the coordinates onto its intestines. She had approached one of them in groucho glasses at one point. For Hector, she represented everything wrong with their organization. He thought of her with a sigh and waited for the new scouts to arrive.

Post-apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

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The sturdy tablet begins to draw power from its environment, whirring quietly as it activates. Vital information from your adventures will be stored here.

Map of Kasparc

This map will include more information as you travel throughout the land.

Scout Notes

Survival Gum: Kasparc´s obsession with cleanliness after the disaster drastically increased the popularity of gum. Survival gum is incredibly difficult for the stomach to digest and will satiate hunger and provide nutrition. It feels like eating toothpaste.

Refresh Tablets: Orange flavored pills that eliminate filth and toxicity from the body. Excessive consumption may dye the tongue orange for a short period of time.

Post-apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

For an immeasurable amount of time the region of Kasparc has been dominated by two opposing pokemon: Landkill the legendary pokemon of all that is vile and putrid in this world and Hycleane, a paragon of cleanliness with a lovely lemon aroma. This balance of nasty and nice was interrupted when the capitalistically greedy megacorporation of iPoke attempted to imprison and enslave Hycleane. Their plan was to use the beast to promote good hygiene to children around the world while making a quick buck along the way. And what happened to Hycleane? He fucking died.

The people of Kasparc were lied to as the iPoke public relations teams attempted to cover up Hycleane’s death and ignore the consequences of killing a legendary creature. The imbalance caused his antithesis, Landkill, to grow steadily in power and eventually wreak havoc on the local ecosystem, all while iPoke released fun Hycleane action figures and commercials about not licking playground equipment. It was then that life as we knew it ended. Landkill seized control of the main iPoke factory and began absorbing filth to the point where his body gave in and exploded in a mess of muck and glop, like a balloon filled with barbeque sauce, or your fat aunt at a birthday party.

Entire cities were wiped out in seconds, entire evolutionary lines were made extinct, and the land under our feet was rendered unusable. But life, as they say, finds a way. It has been one hundred and fifty years since the great Landkill land kill and the way of life of a typical Kasparc citizen has undergone severe modifications. Many pokemon have mutated into monstrous parodies of their former selves, unregistered in the international pokemon database and thus uncatchable, making proper pokemon a rare and precious resource. Looters, bandits, cultists and gangs have spread chaos and suffering throughout the loosely formed territories and cities that have been shakily established. Teenagers that manage to live past childhood without succumbing to the land’s severe toxicity are shoved out of their communities and into the wild to prove themselves. You are one of the candidates selected by your crappy territory to explore the land and maybe, just maybe make the world a better place. Are you up to the challenge?

Slopadelphia: Home sweet home!

♫ Slop Radio - Sunroof Diesel Blues

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Welcome all to my very first roleplay. The nation of Kasparc is polluted and hazardous, completely devoid of common sense and chock full of crime and buffoonery. This roleplay will center on a group of youths from the humble town of Slopadelphia and the often dangerous and ridiculous situations they'll find themselves in.

Rules

• The standard rules from roleplayerguild. Don't be rude to others OOC, be active, inform me if you're going to drop out, etc.
• Crass behavior is obviously allowed due to the nature of this roleplay, but I will ask that you avoid stepping into edgy or extremely offensive territory.
• Reminder:
  
  • Although the tone will never be completely serious, all actions will have consequences and all events will have logic behind them.
  • This is a country where pokemon are commonly seen as dangerous sentient weapons rather than friends, and additionally they will be difficult to capture and won't be spared from the damage of living in a hostile and post-apocalyptic country. Don't join with the expectation of building a full party and partaking in the classic pokemon experience.
• Don't create overpowered characters, don't metagame, don't godmod.
• Romance is allowed but this is a christian website don't get horny in my roleplay please and thank you

Character Sheet

Name: Can be from any culture you want, it doesn't matter. Just remember that "Hope" and all synonyms for the word hope have been banned as names within Kasparc, and having a name related to the theme of cleanliness is frowned upon in some places. A traditional name would be something related to the theme of filth.

Gender:

Age: 13-19

Appearance: This vaguely takes place within the pokemon universe so please only use anime art. Alternatively, you can write a detailed description of your character.

Personality: A couple of paragraphs.

Likes and Dislikes: Three of each.

Strengths and Weaknesses: For example, how resistant are you to pollution? What are your skills? What are some things you can't do? A couple of each plzkthx

Biography: A couple of paragraphs, nothing too long.

Goal: In the old world, trainers had different goals they pursued when getting stronger. You're being sent out into the world against your will in order to make it a better place. Does your character want to do the bare minimum and go home? Do they genuinely want to improve the world? Something else?

Crusty Post-Apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

I've looked over all the plot stuff again and four players should be alright. I'll still keep it open during the ooc stage tho 😜

Crusty Post-Apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

I'm gonna go ahead and give this a bump teehee

Crusty Post-Apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

just wing it

Now THAT'S the Kasparc spirit! @IAmKnight

Crusty Post-Apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

There is a city within the map that houses an absolutely disgusting black market with parasect licking stalls as a matter of fact... A character like that would fit in perfectly

Crusty Post-Apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

1) The wilderness is full of mutations and some..... colorful factions that make it tough to hunt and capture pokemon the normal way. An organization dedicated to improving Kasparc breeds pokemon and sends them out to allied territories, although the disaster wiped out most pokemon with elemental typings as well as three stage pokemon, since they require more sustenance to live. Trainers need a lot of luck to find a pokemon in the wild.

2) The rest of the world is fine. Foreign aid groups exist but are wary due to the extreme danger present in Kasparc, as well as territory leaders squabbling over power and never being consistent in whether they want outside help or not. Xenophobia is also a fun thing.

In the most polluted parts of Kasparc there is something close to what you're describing, but being a talking pokemon in a country that has fear, hatred and countless restrictions over pokemon would be no bueno

Crusty Post-Apocalypse Pokemon, now with tetanus

For an immeasurable amount of time the region of Kasparc has been dominated by two opposing pokemon: Landkill the legendary pokemon of all that is vile and putrid in this world and Hycleane, a paragon of cleanliness with a lovely lemon aroma. This balance of nasty and nice was interrupted when the capitalistically greedy megacorporation of iPoke attempted to imprison and enslave Hycleane. Their plan was to use the beast to promote good hygiene to children around the world while making a quick buck along the way. And what happened to Hycleane? He fucking died.

The people of Kasparc were lied to as the iPoke public relations teams attempted to cover up Hycleane’s death and ignore the consequences of killing a legendary creature. The imbalance caused his antithesis, Landkill, to grow steadily in power and eventually wreak havoc on the local ecosystem, all while iPoke released fun Hycleane action figures and commercials about not licking playground equipment. It was then that life as we knew it ended. Landkill seized control of the main iPoke factory and began absorbing filth to the point where his body gave in and exploded in a mess of muck and glop, like a balloon filled with barbeque sauce, or your fat aunt at a birthday party.

Entire cities were wiped out in seconds, entire evolutionary lines were made extinct, and the land under our feet was rendered unusable. But life, as they say, finds a way. It has been one hundred and fifty years since the great Landkill land kill and the way of life of a typical Kasparc citizen has undergone severe modifications. Many pokemon have mutated into monstrous parodies of their former selves, unregistered in the international pokemon database and thus uncatchable, making proper pokemon a rare and precious resource. Looters, bandits, cultists and gangs have spread chaos and suffering throughout the loosely formed territories and cities that have been shakily established. Teenagers that manage to live past childhood without succumbing to the land’s severe toxicity are shoved out of their communities and into the wild to prove themselves. You are one of the candidates selected by your crappy territory to explore the land and maybe, just maybe make the world a better place. Are you up to the challenge?

Slopadelphia: Home sweet home!

♫ Slop Radio - Sunroof Diesel Blues

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Welcome all to my very first roleplay. The nation of Kasparc is polluted and hazardous, completely devoid of common sense and chock full of crime and buffoonery. This roleplay will center on a group of youths from the humble town of Slopadelphia and the often dangerous and ridiculous situations they'll find themselves in.

Rules

• The standard rules from roleplayerguild. Don't be rude to others OOC, be active, inform me if you're going to drop out, etc.
• Crass behavior is obviously allowed due to the nature of this roleplay, but I will ask that you avoid stepping into edgy or extremely offensive territory.
• Reminder:
  
  
  
  • Although the tone will never be completely serious, all actions will have consequences and all events will have logic behind them.
  • This is a country where pokemon are commonly seen as dangerous sentient weapons rather than friends, and additionally they will be difficult to capture and won't be spared from the damage of living in a hostile and post-apocalyptic country. Don't join with the expectation of building a full party and partaking in the classic pokemon experience.
• Don't create overpowered characters, don't metagame, don't godmod.
• Romance is allowed but this is a christian website don't get horny in my roleplay please and thank you

Character Sheet

Name: Can be from any culture you want, it doesn't matter. Just remember that "Hope" and all synonyms for the word hope have been banned as names within Kasparc, and having a name related to the theme of cleanliness is frowned upon in some places. A traditional name would be something related to the theme of filth.

Gender:

Age: 13-19

Appearance: This vaguely takes place within the pokemon universe so please only use anime art. Alternatively, you can write a detailed description of your character.

Personality: A couple of paragraphs.

Likes and Dislikes: Three of each.

Strengths and Weaknesses: For example, how resistant are you to pollution? What are your skills? What are some things you can't do? A couple of each plzkthx

Biography: A couple of paragraphs, nothing too long.

Goal as a Scout: Does your character just want to collect enough signatures and go home? Do they genuinely want to make the world a better place? Something a bit more specific?

Kōkyo High

EIEN YUMEMI ❤

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Getting Ready! ❤
6:45 - 8:00

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Yumemi dragged her bunny slippers across the kitchen floor while preparing her lunch for school. Cooking was a skill of hers, one that she preferred to use for other people. Her lunches were all function and no form, easily summed up as “affordable”. Today, being the first day of school, was an exception. She had gone through the effort of preparing a cute and colorful bento to use as a conversation starter. She had spent too much time revisiting a photo album of hers and she'd risk being late if she didn't hurry up a bit.

Yumemi set up her phone cover that doubled as a phone stand and placed it on the kitchen table with the grace of someone who had woken up ten minutes ago. Her father had left home to work already, evidenced by the mess he had left for her to clean. She munched on reheated white rice in silence and played a couple of videos on her phone, a vlog series produced by a couple. She shifted around in her pink camisole and gym short pajamas while giggling to herself occasionally. She thought about how cute it would be to be in such a modern relationship, documenting every romantic interaction in painstaking detail. It made her heart flutter, as most romance infused media tended to do. A couple of trending videos mentioned rabies, but she scrolled past them in disinterest and began to wash down her breakfast with a juice box.

She was in her room now, wearing her uniform and pausing briefly in front of the mirror. Was it tighter because she washed and dried it yesterday? Was she eating too many sweets again? Whatever the case, tomorrow’s school lunch was sure to be a salad. Yumemi began her morning skincare routine and sealed it with a touch of perfume. Her deadbeat father had stolen it from a pharmacy as a birthday gift, and Yumemi’s face made no move to react to this thought reentering her mind. She enjoyed the smell and how overpowering it was either way, since it made it easy to hide the scent of his cigarettes. After years of living alone with her father and his aggressive personality she had gotten used to his quirks and outbursts. She just had to grin and keep living. Yumemi tied her auburn hair into small braids and continued getting ready.

Her footsteps toward the kitchen were a resonant series of clacks associated with the stiffness that came with wearing new leather shoes. The rarely experienced joy of wearing new clothing washed over her and the high school girl felt fresh and ready for anything life had in store. Her last three daily tasks were brushing her teeth, picking up her phone and cleaning up after her father. After quadruple checking every square inch of the house for beer bottles and cigarette butts, Yumemi calmly stepped foot outside.