King Kendrick
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T H E A P O C A L Y P S E
The world ended on a Sunday. It was unexpected by everyone, every government official, every crackpot theorist, every theologist, every faithless man. The Norse called it Ragnarok, the Bible called it Revelations, but it’s simpler to just say the Apocalypse. It came and it went and no one remembers what happened.
One moment the world was going about it’s daily business of living and dying. Then all at once the world went black. No one’s sure how much time passed, no one’s sure what happened in the interrim, but when they opened their eyes the world had changed. It was a shattered, broken reflection of what it used to be, including the absence of most of the people in it. A fraction of the world’s population appeared to survive as they were. The rest were monsters, distorted and twisted until nothing of what they were was recognizable anymore.
The truth is, no one escaped unchanged.
T H E S E C O N D C O M I N G
A year after the world ends, while the pieces of humanity are still trying to pick themselves back up, it comes crashing down around them all over again. The world goes black, and when they open their eyes again it’s as though Hell itself has come to earth. Rifts open in the ground, new monsters come out to play, and hope that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel starts to dwindle.
T H E J O U R N E Y
It starts with a rumor, just a whisper of hope in a world without. The word is that LA remains untouched. That the City of Angels is the last bastion of humanity against the darkness that’s swept the rest of the world. A small group of survivors hears the word, and when New York starts to flood they decide it’s worth the risk. So they set off towards LA with only that hope sustaining them. Whether they make it, and who joins them along the way, remains to be seen .
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Once we get an adequate amount of ppl i will kick off RP
The world ended on a Sunday. It was unexpected by everyone, every government official, every crackpot theorist, every theologist, every faithless man. The Norse called it Ragnarok, the Bible called it Revelations, but it’s simpler to just say the Apocalypse. It came and it went and no one remembers what happened.
One moment the world was going about it’s daily business of living and dying. Then all at once the world went black. No one’s sure how much time passed, no one’s sure what happened in the interrim, but when they opened their eyes the world had changed. It was a shattered, broken reflection of what it used to be, including the absence of most of the people in it. A fraction of the world’s population appeared to survive as they were. The rest were monsters, distorted and twisted until nothing of what they were was recognizable anymore.
The truth is, no one escaped unchanged.
T H E S E C O N D C O M I N G
A year after the world ends, while the pieces of humanity are still trying to pick themselves back up, it comes crashing down around them all over again. The world goes black, and when they open their eyes again it’s as though Hell itself has come to earth. Rifts open in the ground, new monsters come out to play, and hope that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel starts to dwindle.
T H E J O U R N E Y
It starts with a rumor, just a whisper of hope in a world without. The word is that LA remains untouched. That the City of Angels is the last bastion of humanity against the darkness that’s swept the rest of the world. A small group of survivors hears the word, and when New York starts to flood they decide it’s worth the risk. So they set off towards LA with only that hope sustaining them. Whether they make it, and who joins them along the way, remains to be seen .
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Name :
Age :
Back Story :
Weapons :
Looks :
Once we get an adequate amount of ppl i will kick off RP
