Scary sh*t has been happening to this world. You're probably thinking this world is going to morph into a robotic planet coming around 2030, right? It's 2056 and everything is turned all tipsy and turvy due to several stupid mistakes. Let's just say this planet has died! There are these scientists that thought it was a great idea to play god attempting to create a antidote for birdflu. Yeah, I can't believe it either. Who the hell wants a bunch of chickens alive anyway? Scientists really shouldn't do this. Scientists are really selfish these days considering we still didn’t get any jetpacks.

They somehow messed up the formula creating a virus. The virus spreads through saliva and bites creating these monsters that usually go by "What the fuck is that!?" Well, humanity made a shorter name for these beasts naming them "infects". The infects would start biting people viciously, eating their organs and then leaving the victim infected. Sometimes I wonder what the hell their problem is. Why do they find us so tasty? Well, serves us right for eating the entire cow population. I'll explain that later. The scientists were the infection's first victims. SURPRISE! Serves them right. Should've just stayed with making our I-pods smaller.

For everyone that is plain stupid and needs a briefing on what these infects are I'll explain in two words. They’re zombies. Yeah, I notice the constant snickering you're producing. "Zombies are slow and retarded Mr. Narrator!" There's millions of them, smart ass. Though strangely, a rumor has been going around. There are supposedly been sightings of different infects. An even horrible rumor is that the infects are reproducing. That is wrong in so many levels. Can you even imagine infects doing it?

Now it's 2056 and we don't have jetpacks. Though it's okay since we've replaced that problem with robotic slaves! Yes, they serve us hand and foot! Some people call it luxury and relaxation. Everything was completely fine, but bad things started happening. Have any of us asked ourselves who created the robotic slaves? This is going to be twist!

The scientists created the robots! Those idiots imputed the robots with sympathy chips. Now the robots got their feelings upset and started protesting against the humans by...wait for it... by killing us. They started their rebellion on "Infectation Day". How ironic is it that the virus started on the same day as the robotic rebellion? Well, the robots didn't want to reschedule giving no breathers or head starts. They began putting bullets and shooting lasers on our ass. What?! Of course we imputed weapons into their systems! We desired for them to protect our belongings when we left the house! Yeah, we're not that bright in the future.


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Everyone must start on a small urban town with a weird name called "Starting Point". I hate the name too. The town is wreaked with prostitutes and littered with radioactive puddles. Wherever you walked you’re always annoyed by the same question "Spare Change?" A small clinic stand by somewhere in the middle which invites you to be introduced to the town's doctor. Little huts represent houses that people spend their time sleeping. Rich people have the usual straw bed and a two bedroom. Everyone else suffers from just a blanket and a one room. Starting Point is a perimentered, two acre land boxed by metal scap walls. The only way to enter Starting Point is a simple gate that uses a pulley function. It's guarded by a muscular man that goes by Mikey Francis. Mikey Francis is the only protection from bandits, robots, and infects. Starting Point luckily has a hang out spot.


The hang out spot is a worn down restaurant. Inside it's a bit homely with a welcome waitress and home cooking. Though the site of little cockroaches is disgusting so everyone spends their time on the outside bar. The outside bar is popular due to the radio. The radio is the only thing we have of getting updates from outside of Starting Point.

Suddenly, the local radio started erupting good news. Everyone gathered around hearing the spoken words "Everyone come all and come once. We have everything to offer. We are a protected city giving food, water, and shelter. We have many things that you thought were extinct because of the infected robot invasion. Our city is cleverly called "End." Everything you ever dreamed of is here. Everyone is welcome......except the infected and the robots...... and ugly people." Everyone morphed to a silent tone that soon followed with a outburst of boos. End is famous for the mythical of having everything and no one really cared for it because End is quite the adventure to hike which means whoever wanted to get there meant going through a bunch of trouble. Only a stupid, brave, or determined person surely wants to go.




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Rules and Stuff
You are familiar with the regular rules.
Rules:
I'm going to Be Story Telling such as events and when zombies, robots, and ECT appear.


Go ahead and go all out! I won't mind accepting a 12yr. old that has a weapon bigger than him or a 80yr. old muscular person. I'm hoping to approve of weird characters. Though normal people are allowed.

Character Sheet
This goes in the description category.
Name:
Age:(12-80)
Gender:(Male or Female. Also If you have a hard time deciding there obviously is something wrong with you)
Appearance:(I want at least a paragraph describing your clothes, facial, and body features. Pictures are ok.)

Personality Category
Personality: ( About a paragraph long)

Equipment Category
Weapons:(Now right here is where you can take it to randomness. I don't want any pistols, swords, rifles, grenades, none of that. You can use anything except those. Picking a household item to a piece of food. I do except of course if you customized something like a sword made of LEGOs or something. And you can pick three. Of course if you get somehow tired of your weapon then pm and I'll throw some magic making some random crap turning your old weapon to your new one. Make sure to describe what your weapon does and how you discovered it.)

History Category
Bio:(I don't want to get too greedy, but at least ask for two paragraphs with four sentences each. One is being describing yourself, and the other explaining why you want to go to "End".)




This section is where I'll explain the different types of robots, infects, and raiders. I'll explain the places and what has become of this world as we travel.



Dumbasses- These infects are your typical zombies. They have no intention to run at you. They stare off into space and clumbly fall to the ground for no reason. If you fall victim to a Dumbass, you will be infamous for being pathetic.

Runners- These infects will automatically charge straight at with no hesistation. They will climb, sprint, and jump to inject their teeth into your flesh. These infects become quite annoying if too large in packs.



Drillers-Robots that have a built in treadmill under their torso. These robots are always about knee length and love to twist your flesh with their handy, enormous drills that are placed where their hands are supposed to be at.



Dogmen- Dogmen are cleary dog hybrids that played in the radioactive waste for too long. Dogmen are occasionally eight feet high and their canine teeth and canine claws are still intact. Dogmen keep experiencing dog traits which means some aren't stone cold killers. Some Dogmen are kept as pets while some are kept as skilled murderers.

The GM of this roleplay hasn't created any rules! You can do whatever you like!

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