bluemoon
09-20-2020, 03:02 AM
DEAD CITY: population 127
There were several lines crossing through the original number of 305, new calculations written in hastily wherever there was space. It was an estimation, very loosely based on sightings and guesstimates, hardly an accurate census of the living population that dwelled within the city of the dead. The hand-made sign, skewered on a metal stake, was driven into the ground just outside the stone walls and wrought iron gate in front of the Newbury Estate, an old plantation that had been updated shortly before the war of the dead in the year of 2038.
It boasted ten bedrooms, each with a large fireplace, and five bathrooms. There was also a grand ballroom which had been converted into a dorm-like sleeping area with various cots and mattresses strewn about. It was mostly empty now, but at one time the room had been filled with the chatter of friends and family. The years had taken most of them and now it stood as an empty reminder of the early days, when hope was still strong that a cure...or rescue...was inevitable. There was several other rooms, most serving a different purpose than they were meant for, but the kitchen, with its large elongated table, still served dinner for the group as a whole. It was the one time that everyone tried to be present, as it was when the local updates and important information were passed along.
The outside grounds had weathered as well. They had once been well-maintained, but nature had been allowed to take over most of the five acres that were fenced in with the stone wall. There were many gardens in the summer, and the inground pool was used to collect rain water that kept the vegetables thriving. Apple trees were also plentiful, but their harvest was declining, the maggot worms taking a lot of the produce each year due to the lack of pesticide sprays. Hunting had become the norm, and a few of the people residing in the estate had become fairly proficient at keeping meat on the table. But a community could nor survive on meat alone, and the days seemed to be getting colder, the nights longer, and the dead more plentiful.
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It will be in the mountainous state of Montana that the place of residence for our handful of unlucky survivors will stand, the plantation their home away from home. Some will have traveled to the state, and some were born, but either way, the house has become a refuge for weary travelers. Having weathered through two years of the infectious disease, life has only been getting harder, resources more scarce, and the dead more vicious. Food runs are becoming more frequent and infinitely more dangerous. Life is fragile but death is easy.
Our story will start on the 19th day of February, 2040, on a bitter cold day in the foothills of Montana. Dress accordingly, as there will be little time to don an extra layer of clothing while evading the ever hungry predators. Today a small party will be sent out to find provisions...two girls, hardly met...and each will be supplied a list of necessary items. Be on your guard...carry your weapons at the ready. ...and be sure to watch each others backs.
Okay...we can add details as we see fit. I prefer a pretty barebones character sheet so my character can develop along the way, but feel free to dress yours up however you feel.
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(Completed CS to follow)
Name: Julie Ann Kramer (Jules)
Age: 24
Sex: F
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/92/7f/ca/927fcacddc18aca9adf23893132b0187--short-wavy-hairstyles-cool-hairstyles.jpg
Jules always seems to have an unkempt look. She dresses in worn dark jeans and baggy t-shirts, a checkered flannel over the top in the colder months. Her wavy red locks have been chopped roughly to shoulder length, to keep them out of the hands of the ever reaching dead, and tend to look windblown and out of control. She is a slender girl, but well-toned, her 5'6" frame sporting a few curves which she hides under her clothes.
The picture seen above would be her appearance before the decline of humanity, when make-up was the norm and time was taken to make oneself presentable. Most of the luxuries of that time have been lost or abandoned, a clean set of clothes the best one could hope for on a daily basis.
Personality: Since the outbreak, Jules has changed dramatically, her once outgoing personality becoming a bit more reserved. She is typically friendly, but rarely forms long-lasting bonds, as she never stays in one place for too long.
History:
There were several lines crossing through the original number of 305, new calculations written in hastily wherever there was space. It was an estimation, very loosely based on sightings and guesstimates, hardly an accurate census of the living population that dwelled within the city of the dead. The hand-made sign, skewered on a metal stake, was driven into the ground just outside the stone walls and wrought iron gate in front of the Newbury Estate, an old plantation that had been updated shortly before the war of the dead in the year of 2038.
It boasted ten bedrooms, each with a large fireplace, and five bathrooms. There was also a grand ballroom which had been converted into a dorm-like sleeping area with various cots and mattresses strewn about. It was mostly empty now, but at one time the room had been filled with the chatter of friends and family. The years had taken most of them and now it stood as an empty reminder of the early days, when hope was still strong that a cure...or rescue...was inevitable. There was several other rooms, most serving a different purpose than they were meant for, but the kitchen, with its large elongated table, still served dinner for the group as a whole. It was the one time that everyone tried to be present, as it was when the local updates and important information were passed along.
The outside grounds had weathered as well. They had once been well-maintained, but nature had been allowed to take over most of the five acres that were fenced in with the stone wall. There were many gardens in the summer, and the inground pool was used to collect rain water that kept the vegetables thriving. Apple trees were also plentiful, but their harvest was declining, the maggot worms taking a lot of the produce each year due to the lack of pesticide sprays. Hunting had become the norm, and a few of the people residing in the estate had become fairly proficient at keeping meat on the table. But a community could nor survive on meat alone, and the days seemed to be getting colder, the nights longer, and the dead more plentiful.
~~~~~~~~~~
It will be in the mountainous state of Montana that the place of residence for our handful of unlucky survivors will stand, the plantation their home away from home. Some will have traveled to the state, and some were born, but either way, the house has become a refuge for weary travelers. Having weathered through two years of the infectious disease, life has only been getting harder, resources more scarce, and the dead more vicious. Food runs are becoming more frequent and infinitely more dangerous. Life is fragile but death is easy.
Our story will start on the 19th day of February, 2040, on a bitter cold day in the foothills of Montana. Dress accordingly, as there will be little time to don an extra layer of clothing while evading the ever hungry predators. Today a small party will be sent out to find provisions...two girls, hardly met...and each will be supplied a list of necessary items. Be on your guard...carry your weapons at the ready. ...and be sure to watch each others backs.
Okay...we can add details as we see fit. I prefer a pretty barebones character sheet so my character can develop along the way, but feel free to dress yours up however you feel.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(Completed CS to follow)
Name: Julie Ann Kramer (Jules)
Age: 24
Sex: F
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/92/7f/ca/927fcacddc18aca9adf23893132b0187--short-wavy-hairstyles-cool-hairstyles.jpg
Jules always seems to have an unkempt look. She dresses in worn dark jeans and baggy t-shirts, a checkered flannel over the top in the colder months. Her wavy red locks have been chopped roughly to shoulder length, to keep them out of the hands of the ever reaching dead, and tend to look windblown and out of control. She is a slender girl, but well-toned, her 5'6" frame sporting a few curves which she hides under her clothes.
The picture seen above would be her appearance before the decline of humanity, when make-up was the norm and time was taken to make oneself presentable. Most of the luxuries of that time have been lost or abandoned, a clean set of clothes the best one could hope for on a daily basis.
Personality: Since the outbreak, Jules has changed dramatically, her once outgoing personality becoming a bit more reserved. She is typically friendly, but rarely forms long-lasting bonds, as she never stays in one place for too long.
History: