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Welcome to my IC! So I have recently finished watching Game of Thrones and I have now found myself obsessed and with no more to watch, so I decided role playing within that world would be the next best thing!

I'd like to play an original character in a relationship (secret or not) with Cersei or Daenerys. We can both decide where in the story to have our story take place, or we can come up with our own spin off story (Daenerys isn't killed by Jon and sits on the iron throne? :o)

My only requirements are to be nice, be able to reply a couple of times a week (at least, please) and be able to write at least a paragraph (more is welcome!)

If anybody is interested feel free to shoot me a PM with any ideas that you have, I am open to almost anything (:
Welcome to my IC! So I have recently finished watching Game of Thrones and I have now found myself obsessed and with no more to watch, so I decided role playing within that world would be the next best thing!

I'd like to play an original character in a relationship (secret or not) with Cersei or Daenerys. We can both decide where in the story to have our story take place, or we can come up with our own spin off story (Daenerys isn't killed by Jon and sits on the iron throne? :o)

My only requirements are to be nice, be able to reply a couple of times a week (at least, please) and be able to write at least a paragraph (more is welcome!)

If anybody is interested feel free to shoot me a PM with any ideas that you have, I am open to almost anything (:
@jimapple@restless@MissCapnCrunch

Thanks for showing interest! We could either wait and see if this gathers any more attention, or we could carry on and play as a small group. It's upto you guys.


This is a reboot of a thread I created a year or two ago that ended up dying out. I'm looking for a set of roleplayers who will be dedicated to writing a great story. Any and all suggestions are welcome and will be taken on board, I'd like to make this roleplay the best it could be!



On January 11th 2017 a genetically engineered virus escaped from the CDC in Texas when the facility became the victim of a terrorism attack. By time the US could send a response team, what was left of the CDC was covered in blood and most of the virus' victims had already left. Soon after 911 calls started coming in, with terrified callers reporting that there were crazy people running about attacking and killing people in the middle of the street. From here things only got worse. Much, much worse.

Within three days, the whole city was infected. Police forces weren't equipped to deal with the infected, and when the army was finally called in they weren't told what they were up against as the government was trying to prevent mass panic. They weren't ready, and they were slaughtered. Three weeks later, every major population centre in the state had fallen to the infected. Panic set in within citizens, and with everyone trying to leave at the same time highways became gridlocked. These gridlocked highways became heaven for the infected, they stormed through the parked cars and fleeing crowds and killed everyone. They carried on up the highways until they got to the next major city, and so the cycle repeated. Within two months, most of the US had fallen to the infected. Mexico had been infected, and the infection had started making appearances in Europe. Washington DC was the last place to fall, and after that, the United States of America was no more. This cataclysmic event would be forever known to the world as The Collapse.

By July 24th 2017, the world was a completely different place. All infrastructure had completely shut down. The lights have turned off. Running water is a thing of the past. Money is only worth burning. The infected roam the streets, joined by survivors who will do anything to survive. When you live in a world like this, how are you going to get through the days?



Hello! Welcome to The Collapse. This is a zombie apocalypse role play set six months and thirteen days after the initial outbreak, in New York City. The aim of this role play is for us to tell a story, an interesting tale of survival and Human nature with well developed characters and relationships that we hopefully come to really care about. Things will get dark and gritty, and we won't be skipping over the eventual deaths of some of our characters. I'm looking for a diverse set of characters, so that things wont get boring and everyone can bring something different to the table. Not everyone is going to know how to survive already, some people might have been lucky and have remained hidden for the last six months, not really having to get their hands dirty. And lastly, your not going to have unlimited ammo and amazing weapons. Your going to have to use other things apart from guns, and your going to have to think about when you do. If this sounds like something your interested in, I'd love to have you join.



We all hate rules, but we have to have them.

-No poweplaying/godmoding.
-No controlling anybody elses characters. Ever.
-Always get permission before injuring or hurting another character.
-Swearing, Violence and gore are allowed.
-One paragraph per post as a minimum.
-If your writing smut, skip over it or take it too a pirate/etherpad.
-All standard RPG rules apply.
-Please be able to post atleast ONCE A WEEK. Otherwise the roleplay will become too slow and die off.



The infected: mindless, bloodthirsty monsters stuck in a state of constant anger and rage fuelled adrenaline. They can run faster than us. They can climb. They are attracted by sound. Luckily for you they are only thinking about one thing, which is killing. This means they are stupid, and can be outsmarted if your not too busy running for your life. The infected constantly bleed out of their nose, eyes and mouths due to internal haemorrhaging, and have blood red eyes. They spread the infection through bodily fluids, so if any infected blood or saliva manages to get into your body, even a small amount, and your gone for. The incuation period for becoming an infected after being infected is also incredibly short. After the infected fluids get into your system, you have 20-30 seconds before the infection has completely taken over your body. During this short time, you will begin to vomit blood, bleed from every orifice. Your head will burn, as will your muscles. You will start to spasm, and you will never stop. When the constant adrenaline kicks in, there's nothing left.


This is a reboot of a thread I created last year that never got off the ground. I'm hoping enough interest is shown to get it rolling. Any and all suggestions are welcome, as I'm always going to be looking to improve the thread in one way or another.


Map of London by it's thirty two boroughs.


In 2010, a disease only known as 'The Great Blight' ravaged the world. A billion people fell victim to the plague across Earth, even more fleeing the chaos and death where they once lived and becoming refugees. Countries where the disease had not taken hold yet closed their doors to the people running from the infection, wars were declared by desperate governments trying to protect their own and desperation took a hold of the world.

It seemed like nothing would ever be the same. Some of the worlds most powerful countries had crumbled, Humanity had for the most part turned against one another. That was until the United Nations mass produced a cure for the Blight in 2014, after four years of terror. By 2016, 94% of the remaining Human population had been given immunity to the disease, but the world still lacked order. The United Nations pulled together all remaining resources from what was left of it's 193 member countries and established a worldwide government under martial law, to keep Humanity on the right path and rebuild the world. However, soon after the New United Nations was founded it was met by states and warlords who didn't want to be controlled, and rebellions became commonplace.

To combat the rise in crime and rebellion across the world, London, once one of the most culturally, economically and politically influential cities in the world was completely emptied, walled off, and cut off from the outside world. New London was now an empty city, ready to be used as one giant prison for the New United Nations. From this point on, anybody over the age of 18 that committed any criminal offence was dumped into the city and left there to fend for themselves. Inside the walls there was no rules and no government, just airdrops full of supplies that would be dropped in at random times. Quickly, gangs and factions began to form and claim pieces of the city for themselves.

Welcome to New London, the worlds prison.



Hello, and welcome to the IC for 'New London'. This is a bit different to what I've seen on this board lately, but I'm hoping it get's some interest. Players will be taking control of their own factions that formed and taken control inside the prison city. Your faction can be whatever you want, with whatever values and rules you decide, because they live in a city with no rules except the ones they make for themselves. Technology will be around modern day as the Blight would have set us back a few years, and inside the city the only things your getting are going to come from supply drops or crooked wall guards.

Rules:
-This will be High casual to advanced, so please be able to write in that category.
-No Godmoding, Metagaming, or anything of the kind. It just makes things less fun.
-No arguments between players OOC. IC it is encouraged, but nobody wants to have to watch two players argue.
-Be able to post at least once a week. Any less and the thread will die out.

I'm going to be adding more in the OOC if enough interest is shown, and I'm working on a nation sheet now. Thanks for reading!


Name of Faction:
Banner/Symbol/Flag:
Faction type: Religious? Prison Monarchy? Brutal Dictatorship?
Leader(s):
Structure: How is your faction run? Who's in charge and how do they get things done?
Culture: What do your factions people do? What do they like? How do they act, what are their views?
History: How was your faction formed.
Militia/Armed forces: Do they have any security or armed forces? How are they ran, how well equipped are they and is it small or large?
Territory claim: Claim land for your faction on the map.
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Meghan Johnson


Megan had been wandering aimlessly for at least the past hour. There was obviously nowhere that she needed to be, she didn't have a certain location she stayed in or anywhere she was planning to stay at. Her plan for the moment was to walk around until something sparked her interest or something happened to her. So far the most interesting thing that had happened was an infected trying to get at her over a fence and ending up impaling itself. There was a small amount of satisfaction in climbing up and horribly disfiguring it with a few good hits with her trusty hunting knife to its head and face. He didn't have a wallet, so she couldn't take anything from him except the lighter with nearly no fuel that was in his pocket. She threw that at the ground 20 minutes later and it made a little bang sound, which made her smile, a bit.

Exactly an hour and fourteen minutes had passed as she turned a left into a small alley between homes. She sometimes would jump as she was walking so she could see over a fence but only if she thought that particular garden might be interesting. Maybe the windows were broke or the fence was. Anything to grab her attention. As she was walking, she noticed a blood trail in front of her. It was coming out of the garden of a home on her left. It came out, went down a little, and then went into a garden on her right. Megan went up to the blood trail, crouched down and ran her fingers across it. It was wet. It was fresh.

Megan followed the blood trail down to the home on her right and pulled out her rifle, aiming it in front of her as she slowly turned the corner into the back garden. The trail of blood ended on a patio, meaning somebody had killed somebody or something here recently. She smiled as she made her way into the kitchen through the back door which was still open. As she was walking through the kitchen, somebody came down the stairs and was checking the rounds they had in a pistol. Gotcha!

She waited for him to look up and see her, standing across from him with a rifle pointed straight at his chest.

@Aro
@jbeil I may try to reebot it soon.
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