Before the anga pepo came our life was normal. We ate breakfast went to work and school. We came home to families, we slept in beds, and we woke up in the morning to do that same thing again. We ate lots of food that was easy to get, right at out fingertips. Hardships were when we had to go without a meal, and when we had a hard workout or injury we simply took some medicine and it was all better. Sicknesses could be cured easily and without trouble.
But that was before the anga pepo came. Now there isn't a building left standing. Not a single one. Not a house, not even a garden shed. All around the anga pepo ravenge whatever they can find. Never stopping, never wavering, a wave of destruction just going around and around the globe. There are a few of us left that survived. As far as we can tell at least. There may be more, in the other places where many people live. Maybe, we could be the only ones. We band together to find what we can. We make life as liveable as possible. Our alliance, the alliance, is our family. We are the only ones left, cut off from everywhere. The machines that hold to anga pepo are invincable, no weaknesses, no faults, and they never break down. However, here in this one place we have a single shelter. In the rubble of the once proud city of London there was a single basement that wasn't collapsed. In that single basement a ragtag group of civilians have made themselves into warriors, hoping that the next wave they might survive to fight off the anga pepo.
So now it is your turn, the last wave has just come through and you have found yourself alive. No posessions other than the rough clothes on your back. No family, and nowhere left to go. Will you call out to try to find other survivors? Perhaps you will find the alliance and fight to save what is left of the human race. Perhaps you will die trying. Perhaps you will lay down in the rubble and die, your hope deserted you when you needed it most. But then again, maybe it did not.
When the very first wave came through, the people didn't know what was going on. The anga pepo said they wanted to show us the wonders of the stars, so most of us followed them. They were taken as slaves, and forced to march with the waves of anga pepo. The anga pepo have a telepathic control device they use to control them, and if it is removed they die within a few hours.
My life ended the day they came.Anyone interested? It's a semi-lit one I did a while back, but nobody has joined. Really four pages of bumps and nobody has joined.
Starbase Typhon is a roleplay run by me, off site. It is Star Trek based (but not the new movies, as you will see) and it definetly needs people who are willing to be active, write with great grammar, and of course, are semi-literate or above. Format is play by Nova, which involves multi-person posts that are a different way of doing things that here of CS. But it's lots of fun, and we need long term people who will help us complete our missions. As the commanding officer of Typhon, I invite anyone who would like to give it a try to please apply! (Warning that quality of applications is strictly judged. Very strictly judged.) The link is in the image.
by Hobbit » Wed Jul 20, 2011 12:19 pm 
