Slaughter-Rama (Open RPG)

This is a post apocopliptic event. The world has gone into a level of such distress that it is beyond saving. There was an event that took place that shook the very pillars of heaven themselves. All of the worlds supers perished in this catalismic event. The world population has been striped down to a few handful's of the last remaining mortal survivors.

The event is now over but the world has been left in complete ruin, there is very little left for these remaining survivors in terms of resources. This has led to the survivors needing to hunt for their provisions, and attain them by all any means nessessary.

(The name of the game is hunt or be hunted. It is human vs human. Kill or be killed. Simplicity in and of its self. The hope I have of this RP is to give people a release from the humdrum day to day of episodic ritual. Just start playing a survivor, live, die, murder, miam, mayhem. Wherever the mood takes you. Have fun with it. And I can't stress enough. NO POWERS, if you character dies, make a new one.)

Kim Stevenson shudders to think that she is the only one left, she has been aimlessly walking around her hometown of Howell Michigan for hours. There is no sign of life anywhere, she is incredibly hungry and more than a little thirsty. All the natural resources have been cut off, no heat, no water, no services of any kind. Completely off the grid, she is not built for this, She has had no training what so ever to speak of. She is completely screwed and what is worse is that she is aware of it. She starts sobbing and hunches over from the horrible emptiness she is feeling.

Keith tenesson leaned back against the wall he took refuge in a large business building he used to be a secretary in a building like this but now those days were over he had been forced to either die or become something else he gripped his sniper rifle tightly and began changing out the magazine. He would make camp in the building then head out at dawn he would hate to run into a group all he had was his sniper rifle their were plenty of groups better equipped then him in a place like this he would have a chance .But if he got caught while on the move he would without a doubt perish sweat dripped off his forehead he pulled his canteen out of his pack and took a drink being sure to conserve some for tomorrow he would need it if he was gonna make the long journey through the now terror filled city's.