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05 September 2006 @ 11:37 pm
New Dawn: A Pan-fandom Post-Apocalpytic RPG  

New Dawn: A Panfandom Post-Apocalyptic RPG
The Future is Now

The Plot

In the blinking of an eye, the world as you knew it changed. In a whisper of breath, a chill passed over you as you walked along the sidewalk, took a swim in the ocean or awoke from a deep sleep with the realization that something was wrong. Even as you acknowledged that voice crying out in warning from deep within It Happened.

Some felt it as electricity, like static shock racing across their skin. Some shivered from cold as though the temperature dropped significantly or they had been plunged into a pool of ice water. There were those who said it felt as though their bodies were on fire, burning from the inside to the outside and those who said that they felt a million needles plunging into their bodies. Still others felt the lightness of being, a sudden light headedness and exhilaration that came from a natural high or the intensity of the perfect orgasm. Whatever it was, however it was felt, it happened as an indescribable wave rippled through time and space, washing over the universe, the galaxy, the world as you knew it.

In a single heartbeat, a single gasp, a single cry of pain, the world as you knew it was no more.

People simply vanished as the wave washed over you. People crumbled to dust. People exploded in fiery infernos. The world trembled and shook as time and space fell together and collapsed. The waters of the ocean rose and ravaged and rained down on the coasts as the barriers between worlds and dimensions opened. People and things spilled through the cracks, appeared as quickly as those who belonged disappeared.

Just as quickly, it was over. The earth ceased its violent upheavals, the ocean stopped its churning and those terrible rifts sealed themselves, leaving behind those people and those things that came forth.

Madness. Terror. Anarchy set in. Governments collapsed and as though that was not enough, fate took one final stab at the earth that was left behind. A terrible plague, like nothing ever seen, dubbed Fate's Handmaiden, spreads rapidly across the world. It has a one hundred percent mortality rate and 99.5% of the population is susceptible to it. In less than a month, the world has been wiped clean and you are the remnant that is left.

Left to rebuild in a world where the landscape has changed. Left to survive in a world that is alien, unfamiliar and dangerous. Things roam the landscape, and pockets of instability, magical or psionic, exist and are best avoided.

In a single moment, everything changed.