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Its an average Friday afternoon, with school over for the weekend and people one their way home from work. Everything's just as dandy as can be when a sudden howl assaults your ears and body, so powerful and thundering that you scramble for cover and something to stuff in your ringing ears while any glass nearby shatters. You expect nothing less than an atomic bomb going off in your backyard, yet you do not die and the sound does not cease and now your'e huddled somewhere, terrified of whatever God-Awful thing is making that sound. Then, the ash begins to fall.
Now, days after, blackness. No one can leave the shelter they managed to find in time, as the sun seems to be missing and everything not thoroughly sheltered is covered in a growing pile of ash, and you cannot see past your elbow. And oh that noise, it hasn't faded. Your ears are stuffed with whatever substance you found suitable enough, and yet you still can hear it, as present as if someone was screaming at your face.
Maybe a week later, maybe more, you can finally see. It isn't much, but now you can see the ash. It coats the sky like a gray and oppressing blanket, smothering the landscape. It isn't as bad as it was before, and the noise has lowered to an occasional clap of thunder. Electricity hasn't worked since the noise started, and now there is no more water pressure to drink out of the faucets. You must now venture out into the gray landscape, your hunger driving you to action.
Now, days after, blackness. No one can leave the shelter they managed to find in time, as the sun seems to be missing and everything not thoroughly sheltered is covered in a growing pile of ash, and you cannot see past your elbow. And oh that noise, it hasn't faded. Your ears are stuffed with whatever substance you found suitable enough, and yet you still can hear it, as present as if someone was screaming at your face.
Maybe a week later, maybe more, you can finally see. It isn't much, but now you can see the ash. It coats the sky like a gray and oppressing blanket, smothering the landscape. It isn't as bad as it was before, and the noise has lowered to an occasional clap of thunder. Electricity hasn't worked since the noise started, and now there is no more water pressure to drink out of the faucets. You must now venture out into the gray landscape, your hunger driving you to action.
Some more Background:
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What has caused this horrendous disaster, you say? A supervolcano, more precisely the one under Yellowstone National Park (about thirty four by forty five miles large), has erupted and now roughly one-third of the good ole' U.S. of A is drenched in ash. Those souls unfortunate enough to live closer to the eruption, well bless their poor little hearts, because they definitely didn't make it. Yes, it would be correct that a volcano that large would effect that much of land, and an eruption that size could be heard around three-thousand miles away. And ash reaches every corner of that.
You are one of those caught under the ashfall. Breathing it in is hazardous, and if you do for too long you'll begin coughing up your own blood and running a risk of silicosis, a lung disease, so you must wear a wet cloth over your mouth and nose. The government is basically no help, and bandits and the like run wild. There is basically going to be no sense of organization for awhile, so you must rely on yourself and eventually your fellow travelers, whom you will meet on the road. It'll be a few days before the group forms, however, so we will be starting the SB with our characters alone and gradually meet within a span of a few days to a week.
(I got the idea of the Storybook by a novel called Ashfall, so I got most of the numbers out of the back and basically a good bit of everything will be based on it. I'm not saying you have to read it; I'm just giving the credit to where it deserves to be.)
You are one of those caught under the ashfall. Breathing it in is hazardous, and if you do for too long you'll begin coughing up your own blood and running a risk of silicosis, a lung disease, so you must wear a wet cloth over your mouth and nose. The government is basically no help, and bandits and the like run wild. There is basically going to be no sense of organization for awhile, so you must rely on yourself and eventually your fellow travelers, whom you will meet on the road. It'll be a few days before the group forms, however, so we will be starting the SB with our characters alone and gradually meet within a span of a few days to a week.
(I got the idea of the Storybook by a novel called Ashfall, so I got most of the numbers out of the back and basically a good bit of everything will be based on it. I'm not saying you have to read it; I'm just giving the credit to where it deserves to be.)
Characters:
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Remember, you are an ordinary person. You don't all of a sudden have mad ninja skills and beat the brains out of every thief and killer you see while saying something catchy enough to be worthy of Batman and Robin. You don't just know what to do during a supervolcano apocalypse, nor do you just walk up to somebody and ask. You don't suddenly find an AK-47 while going through your first house with loads of ammo and know just how to shoot it. Life doesn't work that way, and neither will this Storybook. Your character will be bloody, starved, and beaten down like a welcome mat. He/She will only have what's on their back and what's in their heads, and will not be the same person they were three weeks ago.
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Please put your character both in the SB and in the sidebar. There is no limit as to who and how many can join, and I will make a DT after the first profile is made. Any questions, PM me and I don't bite.
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[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Gender[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]:
[b]Appearance[/b]: (Picture accepted)
[b]Personality[/b]: (List your faults and flaunts)
[b]History[/b]: (Be realistic; pre- apocalypse then a short history of what you've been doing up until where we will start, three weeks after the ash)
[b]What you have:[/b] (You do not have a kit with everything you need in it. Maybe you managed to get to the garage and scrounge around in there, but most likely you will not have a lot.)
[b]Up for love:[/b] (This will not be a priority. You will not fall head over heels with the first guy/gal you meet.)
[b]Other:[/b] (Anything I might have missed)
Please put your character both in the SB and in the sidebar. There is no limit as to who and how many can join, and I will make a DT after the first profile is made. Any questions, PM me and I don't bite.
Rules:
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1) NO godmodding, because my character will automatically grow machine guns and shoot yours in the face.
2) No magic.
3) Don't be a Mary-Sue; this SB will have plenty of enemies.
4) Sex and romance is allowed, no details.
5) Swearing is allowed.
6) Be active or your character will die a horrible death from me. End of story.
7) This is a Crazycrat; I have ultimate rule.
8 ) Grammar is a gift, so golly dang it, use it.
9) Enjoy yourself.
2) No magic.
3) Don't be a Mary-Sue; this SB will have plenty of enemies.
4) Sex and romance is allowed, no details.
5) Swearing is allowed.
6) Be active or your character will die a horrible death from me. End of story.
7) This is a Crazycrat; I have ultimate rule.
8 ) Grammar is a gift, so golly dang it, use it.
9) Enjoy yourself.
The DT:
Ashfall DT
This Storybook is still available to anyone who wishes to join; if you are interested, please PM me or ask in the DT.
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