BlitŻ1
guahh my dog is so cute
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- Bay Area, Califronia.
- Seen Oct 1, 2015
SUs are closed and after Preliminary SUs are all submitted and accounted for, the RP will start. ^^
Hey PC ^0^. My name is BlitZ, and this is my first official RP.
And without ado, here it is.
Pokémon: His Madness
Story:
"The energy between you and I, the space that is filled, yet so empty, can fill our energy woes for futures to come."
Or so they thought.
"Look for any survivors!" Days after the blast. I flashback to it. Charred bodies, falling metal. Our Earth beneath us splits in two.
I wake up next to someone, someone cold, unmoving. It was their chill that woke me up. I don't know what to do. I feel sick, I wretch. Swirling, tumbling, blood, is all the comes to my mind. I suck in air, but get nothing. Buildings, carcasses of what used to remain breathes death on me. I don't know what to do. Bracing for the nausea I feel from standing up, ever so slowly, I vomit again. Bending over, hands my knees, I feel what food, what precious morsels I wish I still had, flow onto another gone.
Bracing for another wretch that does not come, I wait, looking up into the sky. I see the horror of what I have not fully realize to this day.
It must have been a good day, I was walking, Chimecho at my side. 5th avenue and Rain Corridor, I stand at the corner. Cars zoom past, their exhaust cleaning our air. Water spilling from their pipes, dripping out of their engines, it helps even the most neediest of weeds to grow on our city's streets. Our Earth, now so clean, saved by our Valiant one, Chancellor Sepior.
"Remember, Chancellor Sepior! He will clean us of our sins, and will create! Follow Chancellor Sepior into the Futurea!" Blares from the loudspeaker in the middle of the street. A dark colored van, no windows at all, a black sheen across the front, pulled up to a local store. Then, His Shadow Cloaks, wrestled a Mom and her child to the ground for high treason against the government across the street, in that same store. I salute, fear for what they might do to me, as a fortnight before, the same thing happened to brother.
I learn how to walk again. I crawl at first. The only thing I hear is the crackling of fire, burning my lungs, burning away at the life I grew to know. I feel stronger every second, yet weaker as the depression seizes my mind, seeping what hope I have. I try to stand again, not wanting to vomit, yet wondering what I have left to give up.
What happened?
I turned away from the beatings the Shadow Cloaks inflicted on the mother and her child to the ground. I hold back my tears of fear, a grim respite to what I see, and turn away, talking the long way back To my Mum. The sidewalk, a large pathway between building and street,funneling humans and Pokèmon every which way. It's gray concrete color shines with the materials of industries and the sweat of the workmen who laid them down. Strutting down Rain Corridor, Sun shining being harvested on rooftops by panels of light, turbines twirling, wondering really how all of this is powered. It's not by these sources of course, It's by, the space between you and me.
Sepior the scientist, Sepior the savior, Sepior the Chancellor, Sepior the Madman. Unlocking the strongest energy source we have ever known, he quickly rose from the lowest, most embarrassed part of the scientific community, to a celebrity, known all over the world. Unleashing the negative and positive matter reaction creates so much energy. Completely clean, inexpensive, just what the leaders before rambled on about. Just this time, The right combination for something came up, someone in charge, someone loved, someone totally wrong, a dictator.
~ ~ ~
Has it been hours? Minutes, days? Or has it been a year? Looking back, I don't even remember that walk to the outskirts of the city. I think I closed my eyes, shielding myself from the horror. So many dead. Am I the only one left? My footsteps are a grim reminder of where I still am, a wondering soul in a real limbo. Everything seems like limbo when it's not what you're used to.
The sky, covered in a purple ash, resembles a bomb. Lighting flashing, yet no rain falling. It swirls to and fro, in and out. Near the horizon line, my farthest point, is a blur. Heat waves emanate from it, miles away, as I see the power plant. What used to be a huge building, towering over the city with it's stacks and labs, is now a pile of vaporized rubble. Burning rubble, burning stones. The power of the blast must have come from there.
The power plant exploded. The power existing between you and me, let loose a fiery, cataclysmic explosion. Burning life for miles around.
I look to the mountains, my view clean of buildings and rubble. Me, an oasis in a wasteland, the only one to perceive the horror, sees nothing. Black mountains. Black skies. Black clouds, and a black moon.
So I start my walk, down my endless highway, out from my home, to my unappealing demise.
* * *
A light in the distance, it burns me so great, it see what dangers lies ahead. Whether it be a savior or demon, It is my only chance at escape. It comes closer every mile, every hour it takes me to walk there. How I've even lasted this long I do not know.
When I reach it, I cry, and let myself fall for the first time. With their outstretched hands, types of men and Pokèmon I've never seen before take me in. I cry. I weep. And best of all. I sleep.
===
What will happen to our world now that everything I see has gone to HELL?
And most important of all, how did We survive?
Synopsis: This is an outlook for a citizen in a city, which is ruled by a tyrannical fascist government. The P.O.V flashes back and forth from an apocalyptical event that has raged utter destruction and death throughout the city and as far as the eye can see. Recovering from the explosion the narrator wanders the city in a delirious state for an untold amount of time until they he/she finds some sort of rescue crew.
The setting of which your characters are in will be revealed when the RP has started.
This is the Backstory, your characters themselves do not know about this, and please do not create your character based on this character's experience.
After all, this is a mystery.
Rules:
Sign Up:
If you want to sign up to participate in this RP, please fill out the sign-up sheet below. This is a two part sign-up, a qualification sign-up to see if you are good enough to join. When we have enough people to run this RP, I'll ask you to submit a a form about who your character is.
Internet Alias:
A piece of your writing:
And please fill out this Survey below. (How you pick your choices will affect your character! Fill this out with your own opinions, not your character)
1. You have a chance to exploit a monetary system to your own gain without any consequences. Do you do it?:
2. The love of your life is upset, about ready to have an emotional breakdown about the death of her father in public. When you see her, you are off to a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity. What do you do?:
3. You have an overwhelming flaw to your physical body (extremely over-wieght, face full of acne :O I don't mean to offend anyone, I have experience these things myself). Do you accept it, or strive to change it? Why?
If your sign-up sheet is up to par, I'll accept you. Note: There is a maximum of 5 and minimum of 4 people able to join this RP
Please Submit your Sheet to the OOC Thread.
I hope you all find great incentive in reading and participating in this RP ^^
Hey PC ^0^. My name is BlitZ, and this is my first official RP.
And without ado, here it is.
Pokémon: His Madness
Story:
"The energy between you and I, the space that is filled, yet so empty, can fill our energy woes for futures to come."
Or so they thought.
"Look for any survivors!" Days after the blast. I flashback to it. Charred bodies, falling metal. Our Earth beneath us splits in two.
I wake up next to someone, someone cold, unmoving. It was their chill that woke me up. I don't know what to do. I feel sick, I wretch. Swirling, tumbling, blood, is all the comes to my mind. I suck in air, but get nothing. Buildings, carcasses of what used to remain breathes death on me. I don't know what to do. Bracing for the nausea I feel from standing up, ever so slowly, I vomit again. Bending over, hands my knees, I feel what food, what precious morsels I wish I still had, flow onto another gone.
Bracing for another wretch that does not come, I wait, looking up into the sky. I see the horror of what I have not fully realize to this day.
It must have been a good day, I was walking, Chimecho at my side. 5th avenue and Rain Corridor, I stand at the corner. Cars zoom past, their exhaust cleaning our air. Water spilling from their pipes, dripping out of their engines, it helps even the most neediest of weeds to grow on our city's streets. Our Earth, now so clean, saved by our Valiant one, Chancellor Sepior.
"Remember, Chancellor Sepior! He will clean us of our sins, and will create! Follow Chancellor Sepior into the Futurea!" Blares from the loudspeaker in the middle of the street. A dark colored van, no windows at all, a black sheen across the front, pulled up to a local store. Then, His Shadow Cloaks, wrestled a Mom and her child to the ground for high treason against the government across the street, in that same store. I salute, fear for what they might do to me, as a fortnight before, the same thing happened to brother.
I learn how to walk again. I crawl at first. The only thing I hear is the crackling of fire, burning my lungs, burning away at the life I grew to know. I feel stronger every second, yet weaker as the depression seizes my mind, seeping what hope I have. I try to stand again, not wanting to vomit, yet wondering what I have left to give up.
What happened?
I turned away from the beatings the Shadow Cloaks inflicted on the mother and her child to the ground. I hold back my tears of fear, a grim respite to what I see, and turn away, talking the long way back To my Mum. The sidewalk, a large pathway between building and street,funneling humans and Pokèmon every which way. It's gray concrete color shines with the materials of industries and the sweat of the workmen who laid them down. Strutting down Rain Corridor, Sun shining being harvested on rooftops by panels of light, turbines twirling, wondering really how all of this is powered. It's not by these sources of course, It's by, the space between you and me.
Sepior the scientist, Sepior the savior, Sepior the Chancellor, Sepior the Madman. Unlocking the strongest energy source we have ever known, he quickly rose from the lowest, most embarrassed part of the scientific community, to a celebrity, known all over the world. Unleashing the negative and positive matter reaction creates so much energy. Completely clean, inexpensive, just what the leaders before rambled on about. Just this time, The right combination for something came up, someone in charge, someone loved, someone totally wrong, a dictator.
~ ~ ~
Has it been hours? Minutes, days? Or has it been a year? Looking back, I don't even remember that walk to the outskirts of the city. I think I closed my eyes, shielding myself from the horror. So many dead. Am I the only one left? My footsteps are a grim reminder of where I still am, a wondering soul in a real limbo. Everything seems like limbo when it's not what you're used to.
The sky, covered in a purple ash, resembles a bomb. Lighting flashing, yet no rain falling. It swirls to and fro, in and out. Near the horizon line, my farthest point, is a blur. Heat waves emanate from it, miles away, as I see the power plant. What used to be a huge building, towering over the city with it's stacks and labs, is now a pile of vaporized rubble. Burning rubble, burning stones. The power of the blast must have come from there.
The power plant exploded. The power existing between you and me, let loose a fiery, cataclysmic explosion. Burning life for miles around.
I look to the mountains, my view clean of buildings and rubble. Me, an oasis in a wasteland, the only one to perceive the horror, sees nothing. Black mountains. Black skies. Black clouds, and a black moon.
So I start my walk, down my endless highway, out from my home, to my unappealing demise.
* * *
A light in the distance, it burns me so great, it see what dangers lies ahead. Whether it be a savior or demon, It is my only chance at escape. It comes closer every mile, every hour it takes me to walk there. How I've even lasted this long I do not know.
When I reach it, I cry, and let myself fall for the first time. With their outstretched hands, types of men and Pokèmon I've never seen before take me in. I cry. I weep. And best of all. I sleep.
===
What will happen to our world now that everything I see has gone to HELL?
And most important of all, how did We survive?
Synopsis: This is an outlook for a citizen in a city, which is ruled by a tyrannical fascist government. The P.O.V flashes back and forth from an apocalyptical event that has raged utter destruction and death throughout the city and as far as the eye can see. Recovering from the explosion the narrator wanders the city in a delirious state for an untold amount of time until they he/she finds some sort of rescue crew.
The setting of which your characters are in will be revealed when the RP has started.
This is the Backstory, your characters themselves do not know about this, and please do not create your character based on this character's experience.
After all, this is a mystery.
Rules:
- Please follow all the rules of our Forum and Roleplaying section!
- Oh, please, have good spelling XD
- No godmodding, or bunnying
- Be active. :/
- Don't like anything about this RP, Talk to me ^^
Sign Up:
If you want to sign up to participate in this RP, please fill out the sign-up sheet below. This is a two part sign-up, a qualification sign-up to see if you are good enough to join. When we have enough people to run this RP, I'll ask you to submit a a form about who your character is.
Internet Alias:
A piece of your writing:
And please fill out this Survey below. (How you pick your choices will affect your character! Fill this out with your own opinions, not your character)
1. You have a chance to exploit a monetary system to your own gain without any consequences. Do you do it?:
2. The love of your life is upset, about ready to have an emotional breakdown about the death of her father in public. When you see her, you are off to a once-in-a-lifetime job opportunity. What do you do?:
3. You have an overwhelming flaw to your physical body (extremely over-wieght, face full of acne :O I don't mean to offend anyone, I have experience these things myself). Do you accept it, or strive to change it? Why?
If your sign-up sheet is up to par, I'll accept you. Note: There is a maximum of 5 and minimum of 4 people able to join this RP
Please Submit your Sheet to the OOC Thread.
I hope you all find great incentive in reading and participating in this RP ^^
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