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| 20 Mar 2015 01:06 PM |
[Plot]
In the year of 2634 the sun has grown into its final stages of its life. It has grown red and now the light and warmth that once touched the earth has now gone. Temperatures average as high of 28 C and can get to a low of -20 C. easily. The shift of the moon causes Earths waters to freeze and become almost uncontrollable. The sky is now always dark. A heavy overcast and storm like light is the equivalent of a clear sunny day now. With the waters frozen the power plants have stopped using hydro electric energy and the ground has become to hard to drill through. Gasoline and warmth are now a luxury this barren hell. Over 60% of the world was killed off in this New Ice Age, some however have not perished and have returned to the land of the living. Most animals have died off. Animals that need to thrive in warm weather perished first, such as some birds. Mostly all alligator species and most reptiles have died off due to lack of heat. How will you survive in a land decimated by ice and freezing, uncontrollable winds and inhabited by new predators, both humans and animals alike.
[Setting]
The setting will be in the United States. Anywhere is okay to start out and with the waters nearly all frozen, nearly everywhere is accessible for travel assuming you can survive that long. Anywhere outside of the Capital cities of the United States is known as the "Neutral Zone" where there is unexplained and undiscovered horrors and challenges that are waiting for you.
[Rules]
1. Dress right.
2. No flaming.
3. Vulgar is allowed.
4. Act like it is cold.
5. Go inside at night, you will become a humancicle otherwise.
6. Ignore trolls.
[Character Set]
-General Information-
Name: Age: Gender: Hometown:[Optional] Current town:[Optional] Personality: Bio:[Optional] Likes:[Optional Dislikes:[Optional] fears:[Optional]
-Physical Features-
Eyes: Height: Weight: Body type: Facial Features: Clothing: Other:[Optional]
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| 20 Mar 2015 02:16 PM |
| ye that's 82.4 degrees Fahrenheit |
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| 20 Mar 2015 02:51 PM |
YOLO
-General information-
Name:Kelm Hensky
Age:25
Gender:Male
Hometown:Los Angeles,California
Current town:An abandoned house that he made into a little camp.
Personality:He doesnt like to cooperate in groups he's rather take care of himself and will act aggressively/take aggressive actions if anybody else but his most trusted friends/family step near his camp.
Bio:[optional]
Likes:[optional] He enjoys moving around so he feels like hes getting farther away from the ice.
Dislikes:[optional] He hates if anybody steps foot in his camp.
Fears:[optional]
-Physical features-
Eyes:Storm cloud grey.
Height:5 foot 7 inches
Weight:98 lb
Body type:More cardio focused athletic build.
Facial features:Nothing much just black hair and a winter mask that covers the rest of his face.
Clothing:A thick but very light snow coat,and insulated jeans(Jeans with pockets of insulant he tore out of the walls)
Other:[optional] |
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| 20 Mar 2015 04:07 PM |
| [I ment 2 C. Lol Also CS Accepted.] |
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| 20 Mar 2015 04:37 PM |
[Character Set]
-General Information-
Name: Matthew Smith Age: 30 Gender: Male Hometown: Dallas, Texas Current Town: Waco, Texas Personality: Matthew is a gruffy, hot-headded fellow. He usually only trusts people he knows but damn he is a good leader. Bio: Matthew was born back in 2604. Back then the sky was a lightish-Dark color and clouds barly covered the sky. But that was long ago. Now he does whatever it takes to keep his family alive. Likes: Warmth Sunlight and his husky named Snowball. Dislikes: The cold and anyone that harms his family. Fears: Dying alone.
-Physical Features-
Eyes: Bright green Height: Average 6.1ft tall Weight: 214 pounds Body Type: Semi-Muscular build. Facial Features: Matthew has a rounded square jaw, covered in a gruffy beard. His hair is long, thick and brown in color. Clothing: He wears a light but thick winter jacket with water-proof insulated gloves. He wears white Ski-Pants and thick water-proof boots with a white ski-mask with cracked, ski goggles. Other: Likes doggys!!
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AlphaX10
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| 20 Mar 2015 05:15 PM |
| The sun has a couple million years left in it though |
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| 20 Mar 2015 05:19 PM |
| I know. The sun is just dying out. I did'nt want it to take place in 20002 so I made it like this. |
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DarkLuna9
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| 20 Mar 2015 05:23 PM |
i sense im not the only texan here
my texan senses are tingling |
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simsf1
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| 20 Mar 2015 07:43 PM |
((I'm gonna join, but just so you guys know, the sun has more than a few million years left. It's literally halfway through its lifespan, having existed for five BILLION years.))
-General Information-
Name: Eric Walter McLaughin
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Hometown: Houston, Texas
Current town: Near Kelm's shack
Personality: This should be optional, as personality is something I like to flesh out over time.
Bio: Eric never liked the old world. He was never bullied, but he was so antisocial and his glares so off-putting that people generally stayed away from him. By the time it all went down, he had gone through a full year of College without making any lasting relationships besides one disastrous intimate one in his Sophomore year of High School. Since then, he's been a nomad. He'd almost made it to Eagle Scout in the BSA, allowing him several survival skills which he used after society collapsed to make due for himself, and himself alone.
fears:Mild Arachnophobia and Acrophobia (Spiders and Heights)
-Physical Features-
Eyes: A piercing icy blue which allows for an intimidating glare.
Height: Slightly above average, something like 6'1"
Weight: Somewhere a little below 200 lb
Body type: Lanky
Facial Features: A rounded nose which is a moderate length from the brow and the mouth. His facial structure is rather gaunt.
Clothing: A woolen longsleeve under a jacket, with thermal underwear under tattered jeans. He carries an orange backpack, and a pistol is holstered at his waist.
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| 20 Mar 2015 08:05 PM |
Are we ready to rumbllllllllllleeeeeeeeeee!!!!! Yet?
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| 20 Mar 2015 08:07 PM |
| How many bumps can you bump a thread if you thread bumps enough bumps? |
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| 20 Mar 2015 08:43 PM |
[We are ready to rumble!!]
I awake with a shuddery gasp. The radio blares about a new Deep Freeze fixing to hit Waco and the rest of Texas. I get up and look outside the window of my R.V. A huge wall of snow and ice go on as far as the eye can see. I run into the front of the R.V and step on the gas knowing that I would freeze if it got to me. My dog hops next to me wimpering just as I am. |
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| 20 Mar 2015 08:44 PM |
| [Also Sim you are accepted!] |
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simsf1
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| 20 Mar 2015 09:01 PM |
The snow and ice created a futile and pathetic -crunch- beneath Eric's feet as he plodded through the snowy outskirts of Waco. Maybe here he could find some food and commodities to trade for. To be honest, he didn't know why he kept going like this. Eric had never had much to live for, and now he had even less. His parents and brother, the only people he'd ever loved, had died in the initial surge of disorder. At least his parents had; his brother John had disappeared. Eric was dragged from his musings by the appearance of a seemingly abandoned shack up ahead, beside the road. "Huh..." Erik scratched at his short, scraggly beard which appeared to be little more than stubble before heading in that direction again, in the hoped of investigating. |
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| 20 Mar 2015 09:10 PM |
| I would be driving a good 70 Mph on the outskirts of Waco and spot a man. I step on the breaks and slide a good 2ft. I rush to the door and open it as fast as I can, causing steam to emmit into the air. "Hey you!" I yell over the approching storm. "Get your ass in here before you die by that big baste-rd of a storm." I say and point to a wall of ice and snow. |
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simsf1
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| 20 Mar 2015 09:15 PM |
| Eric looks over at the man in the truck and then to the storm. "Yeah," he calls, "I guess that's true. This is Waco, right? What're you, the mayor?" Judging from the truck, Eric guesses the man is well-off. Vehicles aren't exactly common by this point in Earth's history. But regardless, Eric approaches the truck, thankful for the warning and the ride. |
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| 20 Mar 2015 09:30 PM |
| My husky Snowy eyes the stranger then walks over to lick the snow off his pants. "Well kinda. The Mayor got killed a month ago so I took over.." I flick the heater onto full blast and step on the gas. A huge walled city shows in the distance and I approch the gate. "I.D please." A woman calls out to me and I pass over my card. The gate opens and I drive in. Artificial clouds and sky image on the roof. I park the car and say, "Welcome to Waco!" |
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simsf1
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| 20 Mar 2015 09:47 PM |
| Eric sniffs, the effect of a mild cold. "Warm," he notes absently as he hops out of the truck. "I have some goods. Commodities and such. From all the way down in Austin." He pats the large backpack clinging to his shoulders. "Be e r, some weapons and toys, even a few candies and chocolates. If your people here are trading, I'm selling. You won't see many other merchants on the road any time soon, with that freakin' storm about to hit." |
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| 20 Mar 2015 09:57 PM |
| "The market is about a mile North. You can trade for a Mo-ped or I can give you a ride there. Its your choice." |
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simsf1
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| 20 Mar 2015 10:10 PM |
| "I'll pay for the ride." He takes out a Bud wei ser can and tosses it to his new friend. |
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