Syben

Deadland Wasteland: Calling All Survivors (Looking for a few more.)

@JackHasAShotgun Absolutely, advanced isn't really all that cracked up. Most people who consider themselves "High Cas" should be in advanced. I do look for character depth, and things like that. I'm sure you'll do fine.

Syben's Swamp

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SWAMP?

Deadland Wasteland: Calling All Survivors (Looking for a few more.)

What is this?
This is a modern era, post-apocalyptic roleplay, but I'd like to think it's not your average, run of the mill end-of-the-world scenario. This is not just a reboot of the old Deadland Wasteland, but a total overhaul. The world, despite starting at a later date, will still be in a state of chaos. It will appear as if nature has already retaken the infrastructure, but that's just due to an initial period of hyper-growth. The people are desperate; their homes are unsafe; the creatures are ravenous: And that's just the first glance. The very bowels of hell will seem to spew forth as the surviving denizens attempt to survive and build a haven of safety, a refuge, the last bastion against the reign of terror overtaking the world. Largely, this will not be a happy-go-lucky band of misfit heroes who save the world. No, this is going to be a tale of struggle, of survival, of loss and tragedy. There will be dark themes, traumatic implications, and even the suggestiveness of real depravity. For these reasons you must be 18+ OR OLDER, despite that we will be using fade-to-black to imply the.. heavier stuff, it will still be a mature roleplay—Despite the label of Masture, we will abide by the rules of the guild, however.

If you are easily triggered, this is your only warning, you do not want to partake. There will be times when I create situations that are, well, not pretty, even through implication. Including, but not limited to; Multiple forms of violence; drugs; religion; and so forth. Again, this is your only warning. However, there will be no unnecessary bashing of certain groups, religions, races, types of characters, and so forth. Everything will purely be for story related purposes. If I feel somebody is being unnecessary about something, I will ask them to stop. Refusal or non-compliance will have you removed from the roleplay.

Disclaimer: I cannot tell you how dark the world will actually be, but rather that it will include these themes at some point, and with varying reoccurrence. There is hope, I'm simply just trying to say that evil people, and desperate people, well, they do bad things and succumb to temptation.

Don't tell me, Zombies?
Sort of. I like a challenge, I like difficult situations. In this world there will be many enemies, from mutated creatures, to aggressive flora, and the various humans who want what you have. You really only have to worry about the "zombies" at night, although in Deadland we'll call them Ghouls, or whatever else the world labels them with through slang. Yes, it's quite difficult to create a unique zombie without going into the extremes. I don't want to do that, but they do have a place here, which will be explained through lore.

The day is free for the people and creatures of Deadland, but the night belongs to the ghouls. They will actively seek you, they will smell you, see you, hear you. They will rip you from your homes, they will tear down your barricades, they will chase you with the full speed their bodies can produce. They will run, climb, crawl, jump, and literally do anything required to get at your sweet, sweet flesh. Ghouls only walk, wander, and roam when they are not hunting, and they are difficult to lose. Some would call them the perfect hunter, if not for the stipulation that they only come out at night. The obvious choice is clear, venture out in the day and tackle on the grotesque creatures of this world. You don't have the army it would take to stand against the tide of ghouls.

What's the Goal?
Ultimately, survival. However, there will be driving plots, and adventures of the "side quest" nature, including what you could consider some "End Game" plots. The world I've established doesn't really have to end, but I do have a goal to work towards. However, all choices, all decisions, and all failures have a real impact on the world. I will even change my own plans based upon what happens. I will take seemingly unimportant events and show you how easily they can spiral out of control. You can play a single character; you can play two (I prefer to start with no more than that, just to begin with.), you can play a leader of a group; a zealous cultist; an escaped scientist (I will provide the information you need). You can play whatever you want, in just about any role you want. However, it is up to you to come up with an interesting character that can fit into this world. Obviously, if you want to play super edgy cannibal Gretchin, she's not going to fit and you will likely find yourself alone, without interaction. Because, and I promise you, if you play a character like that, who obviously conflicts with morality and doesn't fit into the scope of the society we're running with, they will lynch you—And Death? Well, that's permanent.

If at any time your character dies, you're welcome to make another. If you tire of a character, retire them and I'll make them an NPC. Your character will only die under two circumstances: You choose to kill them, or you put them into a position where the only logical course I, as the GM of the world, will have kill them. (See Cannibal Gretchin example.) Even then, I'll never just outright kill an active character. There's always a choice, to flee and run, but that breaks away your character from the main group. If you a persistently taking the illogical course of action, eg; attempting to make the society just understand cannibal Gretchin and welcome her back with open arms, then death is really the only course because people just don't do that. Especially in a scenario like this, all they need is an excuse.

Disclaimer: Active characters are basically safe, and their death is up to you. I will only kill an inactive character if it helps the story move along, or I have to. If you are persistent on the illogical, impossible course of action, then I reserve the right to kill your character logically and through the scope of the world we play in. Even then, I will try to discuss it with you, help you out and point you in the right direction. The only reason I see right now to kill your character against your will is if you continually take the stance of the stubborn, illogical ass.

Final Thoughts
At some point, this roleplay will border into the unnatural and paranormal. There are subjects within the lore that can be seen as having, well, supernatural powers. Whether our characters are able to obtain some form of superpower is undecided, and will decided by all of the current writers when we get there.

There will be advancement in human genealogy and cybernetics. There will be some basic mecha (Less Gundam and more along the lines of what Ghost in the Shell portrays, eg; Bulky Crab Tanks.) I will create an outline of what scientific advancements we'll be working with.

This thread is purely to garner interest, much of the OOC is not ready to be revealed. This will not open when I have gained enough interest, but rather when I'm done compiling the information. Hopefully, I can be done within a week. Maybe a bit more. If you are interested in creating something, whether it be crazy flora, dangerous fauna, a faction, or a piece of lore. You can DM me here, or contact me on discord (user: Syn.Co.E#3751 — Don't click the hyperlink, it goes nowhere.)

Discord
I have a discord server that I mostly use for gaming, but I will be using for the Official Deadland Discord Server as well. It's an 18+ Server, and seeing as this is an 18+ Roleplay there should be no problems with writers wanting to join.

However, that being said. People lie. If you want to join the discord PM me here, or DM me on Discord (again, user Syn.Co.E#3751 — Don't click the hyperlink it goes nowhere) verifying your age. I will take a screenshot for my own personal records of your statement so that I cannot be held accountable and possibly receive action from moderators in case any kinders or teens sneak their way in. Additionally, if it is discovered you are below the United States Age of Consent (18), You will be banned from the discord server, and removed from the roleplay.

"But the age of consent in Australia is 16!"

That's nice, and I don't care. I'm in the U.S, and therefore will abide by those standards. I may come off as a hard ass on this, but I tire of people arguing with me.

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Basic Information

Name:

Donald John "Donnie" Trump Sr.

Age:

70

Nationality:

American

Ethnicity:

Caucasian

Sex:

Male

Height:

6'2

Weight:

Approx. 230lbs

Eye Color:

Blue

Hair Color:

Red naturally, dyed Rose Gold

Physical Disabilities:

• Tiny hands

Physical Identifiers

• Tiny hands
• Waddles when walking

Appearance:

A broad, portly man that women are falling all over themselves to get at. He's always been complimented on his manly hands, and has been told on multiple occasions what a great smile he has—Never once has it been called creepy. He always styles his hair in a suave way, the classic side-swept look that really compliments his older, yet charming face. He has soft features,
and some unavoidable wrinkles and "crows feet" do to his age. Despite this, he also has noticeable laugh lines from his constantly positive, never angry attitude.

He usually dresses in a snazzy way, always opting for that astute businessman look by going with the ever classy suit and tie combination. His choice of tie always goes well with his suit—His taste are impeccable.

Biography

Born and raised in Queens, New York City, Donnie paved his way to success early by first obtaining his economics degree from the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania—A private, Ivy League business university. Recognized for his brilliance and shrewd business skills, Donnie was given a small loan of one million dollars, and took over the Trump Real Estate and Construction Organization shortly after college. He built, renovated, and manged numerous office towers, hotels, casinos, and golf courses. With his businesses prospering, Donnie found time to pursue various side ventures, including licensing his name for a variety of brands for products and property, including the ever famous Trump Entertainment Resorts.

After elevating his name into fame and glory, Donnie turned his sights on the presidency. It took time, but eventually he found himself among seventeen other candidates in the Republican Primaries. It was almost too easy. Donnie destroyed his competition by utilizing his astounding wit, and exceptional strategic abilities. He won over the hearts and minds of the public, and was set to deliver on his promises.

Donnie was busy revolutionizing the world as we know it when tragedy struck, and the world ended. Since then, nothing has been revealed as to Donnie's whereabouts, or even his condition.
Likely, the cause is due to the collapse of the media infrastructure. The survivors are sure Donnie is alive and well, and that he's already building towards making America great again.

Extended Information

Residence:

Unknown

Profession:

President of the United States

Aligned Faction:

Unknown

Relatives:

• Melania Trump, wife
• Ivanka Trump, daughter
• Tiffany Trump, daughter
• Eric Trump, son
• Donald John Trump Jr., son
• Barron Trump, son

Personnel Data

Weapons:

• A wit so sharp it could literally cut you
• His hands are legally declared as "lethal weapons"

Equipment

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Miscellaneous

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Trade Skills:

• Businessman
  Donnie has a lot of experience in managing business, and on top of that, running a country. His mind is sharp and shrewd, he can easily see the probabilities of a situation when others cannot. He's apt at uncovering other's secrets, and at knowing when he's being lied to. His brain is his finest tool.
• "With my bear hands"
  Donnie never had formal training in hand-to-hand combat, despite this he can easily kill a man with his bare hands. His hands are strong enough to tear apart a coconut with ease.

Talents & Hobbies:

• Natural Wit
  Maybe it's a natural gift, but Donnie excels at mind games and puzzles. He's the holder of the Chess World Champion title, and has never lost a game of Risk no matter how the odds were stacked against him. Some say, he could see the result of the dice before he even rolled them. Crosswords are so easy they're boring, and he can complete puzzles with thousands of pieces in record time.
• People's Person
  Between his smile and his attitude, Donnie just really understands people. His open, carrying, and honest nature has captured the hearts and minds of his people, which ultimately led to his success in achieving presidency. He's beloved, and people have shown that they will go to great lengths to protect him.

Limitations:

• Limitless
  Donnie has no known limitations, he's like a modern day superhero.

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OOC

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

Yea. Waiting patiently.

A Band of Survivors: Protecting What's Left of Humanity (Sci-fi, medium group, bleak universe)

@Firecracker_ Guess who?

You've intrigued me with this idea, you can count me in. I'm a patient man, however, I would like to offer my world buildings services if you've need of them. I'm sure you remember my... aptitude, for such projects. You can DM me on Discord- User:

Syn.Co.E#3751

Don't click that link, idk where it goes, haha.

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

@ClocktowerEchos *laughs wildly*

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

Ash couldn't help but smile as they peeled away from the bar. Loose Baton had certainly thrusted them all into some sort of situation, but Ash imagined this was a good way to start off the story of her legend. A high speed chase because some prospective old buggard pissed off an obviously powerful wallord. Ash laughed aloud as she finagled her bow to be relatively out of the way in the small space of the cart.

"I have no idea what you want Mr.Baton!" Ash shouted over the warlike cacophony of noise, "But you can count me on board!"

Ash laughed again as the cart pitched wildly to one side. In Sport, you did not fear death. Even Lopers are privy to the customs of Sport. If she were to die right here, right now, she'd only regret that she hadn't left the Wal as a legend. Sporthalla awaited, and she would gladly go with honor into the halls of Mad-Den. The cart swerved back into a semblance of control as their pursuers assaulted the cart.

Ash listened to the sounds of metal pinging off the cart, of arrows ricocheting into the distance, of lasguns firing; All of it served to fill the blood in her veins. She was no beserker, not like the great Linemen of Sport, but the thrill of battle still set her blood aflame. Another wild swerve, and Ash swayed with it with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face. In a battle like this there were no tactics, no strategy, no cunning, only skill and raw instinctual talent.

"If one of you has something to shoot with, the help would be really freaking appreciated right about now!".

Ash threw herself back across the rear seat as she worked her bow into a usable, if uncomfortable, position. An arrow whizzed passed the hooded man's head and plunged itself into the grotesquely warped neck of one of the horses. The animal screeched and pitched forward head first, followed by the audible crunch of the rider's bones breaking beneath the beasts weight. It was much easier to take out the mount than the rider, Ash figured.

Her pulsed pounded in her ears as she shrugged herself upright. There just wasn't enough room to maneuver in here. Ash leaned out of her side of the cart, before pulling back in quickly as a spear careened away from the space her face had been occupying just a second before. She looked back, noting the guy who had thrown it, before swinging herself out of the side of the vehicle. She nearly lost her grip as it pitched violently to one side again. A motorcyclist went tumbling past, flipping impressively end-over-end from wrecking at such a hide speed. Ash took hold of the cart's top and pulled herself up.

"Hello Crow-face!" She yelled into the wind, "I hope you know how to share!"

She knelt, bracing herself against the wind for balance and counted the arrows she had left with her fingertips. Eighteen, or so, she may have double counted a few with the way the cart was swerving, and with the occasional need to duck away from enemy fire. She took aim at the man who'd nearly taken her life before. He was seated between two massive tires of a three-wheeled vehicle. Ash loosed, and watched her arrow sail away into the distance. She cursed, drawing another arrow. She wasn't going to hit him, she wasn't exactly experience in firing from atop a moving, badly steered vehicle.

Ash aimed lower, for the large front tire and embedded her arrow into it. A massive pop resounded through the air as the tire blew, becoming a useless mass of flapping rubber before losing traction completely. The trike pulled to the side violently, crashing into another of the approaching steeds before all of them fell beneath a massive, spiked roller wheel.

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

I second that name because it's pretty sweet.

"Jackal; Expert Bargain Hunters who will take any dangerous job."

@ClocktowerEchos
I also added this line to the last bit of Ash's skills just for clarity—"wise in death"—"Her wisdom centers around knowing what she's working with, and how best to use it to her advantage—Including her enemies weaknesses."

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

Hunting and Sporting Goods

Hunting and Sporting Goods is home to multiple areas of interest, and has a handful of different clans and sects. Much of their culture is based around misconstrued concepts and symbolism warped throughout the ages. The major beliefs and traditions revolve around the enthusiasts for Sports, Hunting, or Survivalism. There are very few truly civilized, settled areas due to the difficulty of travel within the department's domain, and the dangers that hinders everyday life. The largest of these is home to Sport, who settle in stadiums and arenas, safe behind the thick walls and secure doors. The hunters and survivalists are more nomadic, constantly roaming and shifting camps, never staying in on area too long and ever mindful of the dangers that lurk around every corner.

Sport is a meritocracy, where a person is only as prestigious as they are skillful and a person's prestige is observed through the trophies they've claimed from defeated opponents. The warriors of this society, known as Players, push themselves to athletic extremes to be the strongest, fastest, and most skillful through the use of drugs and dietary supplements. The most notable drugs they inject regularly are; "Bulk-Up", to enhance strength and muscle growth; and "Boost", to increase stamina and endurance. The side-effects often cause the users to be quite temperamental and angry, which more often than not induces a sort of homicidal rage. Pissing of a Player may result in them killing you, or at the very least smashing a bunch of stuff. They can also enter this frenzied state of adrenaline and anger through their daily rituals of "Getting Amped".

Linemen are the male warrior of the society who dress in reinforced layers of sporting gear, helmets, and pads. They have a berserker style of combat, where they rush towards foes in a blind frenzy becoming a locomotive of rage and muscle that is incredibly hard to stop. Fortunately, if you're not the target and you're not in their path you should come out relatively alright. The wield hockey sticks retrofitted with a combination of blades and spikes, or baseballs bats modified with spikes or with small, circular weights attached to bludgeon their enemies to death with. Some carry backboard kite shields. Their weakest point is their legs, which typically have little more than layers of thin, plastic shinguards encircling them. It is incredibility difficult to get through their upper armor and helmets which can easily shrug off blunt force attacks.

Point-Guards are the female equivalent, and are almost always found behind the protective meat-wall of their linemen, covering and supporting their linemen and ensuring they are guarded from rear attacks. They have a range of weapons to attack from a distance and support the linemen. They lob overfilled balls which explode on impact, easily disorienting and knocking down their target. Point-Guards can also hinder foes by ensnaring them in nets, where they will drag them away from their allies and later sell them as slaves, or perhaps just beat them to death—It depends how mad they are really. Point-Guards primarily use bows or in scarce cases, modified pellet guns that shoot plastic, or metal pellets. These guns are much less deadly than actual guns, but can still puncture crucial areas, they are especially deadly in large numbers. The deadliest piece of their equipment is the amped-up ball launcher, which bombards enemies with deadly, green balls packed with powdered chalk which turns them into small cannonballs. Unfortunately this piece of equipment is heavy, and the process of moving it is slow and takes multiple hands to do.

Team Captains are the head of a squadron of Linemen and Point-Guards, and the Manager is the sport equivalent of a military general, who oversees operations and directs the forces. The Manager is second only to the Announcer.

Within Sport exists the subculture of the "Xfit", a people devoted to maintaining the temple that is their body and toning it to perfect. They abhor the use of drugs, seeing it only as unnecessary pollution to the body. However, they do have a regimen of health supplements, vitamins, and other essentials that they believed are required by the body. Some of these beliefs border on the weird and extreme. The Xfitters primarily act as the suppliers for sport. They're fast, agile, and have a high stamina which makes them ideal for raiding a territory quickly while the warriors of Sport deal with any threats. Xfitters also double as messengers and as a small parcel delivery service due to their ability to move through the course with ease. Following one through the Hunting and Sporting Goods department is near impossible. Whereas the Linemen and Point-Guards travel through ever changing safe routes mapped by the Trainers; Xfitters can maneuver through the obstacles and traps fluidly with speed and precision should they choose to.

The final sect within Sport are the "Lopers". Most in Sport have mixed feelings about lopers, somewhere between disdain and pity, though they exhibit a tenuous acceptance as a whole. Lopers come from the hunting section of the department, though few sane individuals live there due to the higher concentration of Sekuritee bots. Because Lopers are not bulky like their sporty cousins, the often due work for the Owl Men employed as their eyes, ears, and hands. Lopers are nimble, ranged tacticians specializing in speed and cunning rather than brute force. Point-Guards often train with senior Lopers in the use of the bow.

Lopers do the jobs deemed unfit for the simpler minds of their cousins, especially when it comes to removing somebody from their own society. Due to their secretiveness, and generally odd appearance of dark fatigues and masks, Lopers come off as a mistrustful bunch with hidden agendas. Despite technically being of the Player social class, Sport does not consider them as such. Rarely has a Loper taken part in Super Owl Sunday, and even skirmishes with them are seen as nothing more than a playful joke, even if a Loper wins.

The Sports culture centers around a once-year, gladiatorial event known as Super Owl Sunday, the ultimate sporting event of the year. This event is overseen by the Owl refs, the holy men of their society who impart their wisdom of the rules and guidelines of Sport. Owlmen fill the roles of teacher, priest, and elder to help guide their people into Sport Valhalla, to forever skirmish with the God Fifa in the afterlife. The grand priest, and the final authority on Sport religion, and the herald who marks the opening of Super Owl Sunday is known as the Announcer, who is the equivalent to the king in their culture. It takes years to become a priest and learn all of the rules, but is regarded as one of the most respectable and honorable endeavors.

Sport embodies the belief of Mad-Den; A cultural philosophy that honorable warriors who devote their lives to the sport of battle will forever live eternally within Sport Valhalla. They often skirmish with each other, and often times this results in bloodshed but they do not try to actively kill each other unless one side has declared a Rivalry. The two largest clans are the Mad-Men and Enefel, who have an uneasy relationship scarred with multiple rivalries and bloodshed in the past. They're also the two biggest competing teams.

Hooter is the Saint of Sport, and Hooter's teachings revolve around relaxation, celebration, and teaches young, non-competitive women the ethics to continue the bloodline. Disciples of Hooters, or a "Hoot", "Hooty", or "Hooter", manage the various Sports Bars frequented by the warriors. Something of a mix between an actually bar, a raging party, and a brothel where Hoots can be sampled, or selected for breeding. Marriage doesn't play a large role in the society, rather Sport follows the principle of "The Broship". And always remember their golden rule, "Bros before Hoes". Hoe is a derogatory term for anybody who isn't good enough, whether it be lack of physical prowess or being ugly. If you ever call a Lineman or a Point-Guard a hoe, expect a rage induced fight.

Establishing a Broship with another entails something akin to marriage, but without ceremony or rule over one another. The epitome of friendliness with the primary purpose of creating children. The Alpha in the relationship is the warrior, and the Beta is whomever the Alpha selects. It's an honorable tradition, to love, care for, and support your Bro, but with much less nagging. It should also be noted that a person is never confined to a single Broship, and may have many Bros.

Those who are not Players do the menial labor. Slaves work the sweaty laundry fields, tasked with forever washing items from the stinking, rancid piles of discarded laundry. Though players respect all those but the slaves, Trainers hold a special place within their society. Trainers fill two roles: They mentor the young aspirants who want to become a player; and they are the department's caretakers. They fill the dangerous role of setting and maintaining the obstacle course labyrinth and have their own set of maintenance routes to use when hauling equipment out into the course.

Trainers fight a never ending war against the stocker bots, who see the course as "walking hazards", which is absolutely correct. Stocker bots are constantly dismantling the course and hauling the items away into back stock areas, only to restock them onto the shelves at a later date. If a traveler is lucky, they'll find a path that has been cleared by the bots before a trainer has rebuilt the course.

The Greenthumbs despise Sport, because they have greenspace from the fields and stadiums. However, Gnomes hold a begrudging respect for the care and maintenance Sport puts into their fields. Sport also trades frequently with Grocery to supply their beloved meats and junk food. Especially for their Sunday Tailgate, which is a weekly gathering of players that party and skirmish with each other. They also incur the services of Auto & Tires, Electronics, and Hardware to maintain their obstacle course and equipment. Hunting and Sporting Goods are often subject to wails from the Nevergrow, who hold a fervent fascination for many of their items. The Nevergrow are also surprisingly apt at navigating the course.