The world is in ruins, or at least appears to be. The sky is tinted red, and the land is constantly buffeted by dust and sand carried by the torrential winds. Twisted metal wreckage is visible everywhere, nothing recognizable. There are no buildings in sight, no signs of civilization whatsoever. And you have no memory of any of it happening, nor of who you even are. Or the people around you. You look down, and see a generic nametag pasted to a small steel box, connected to you by a chain attached to a single shackle around your wrist.

Just exactly what the hell is going on here?

[Sorry I didn't reveal much of the plot; a few of my plans for where I want to go with this prevent me from doing so. Also, I like surprises.]




I am open to suggestions for the story, and if you have ideas, PM me.

The roleplay will start when three people join. If you wish to join after it starts, you cannot be a "survivor".

Ah yes, I suppose I should create my own character.

Name: Alain
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shoulder-length light brown hair, short goatee, yellowish-green eyes, dark complexion. Missing pinky finger on his left hand, and the end of his ring finger. Is wearing a black suit with a light blue tie, and dark brown steel-toe boots. Normally wears glasses (see here), but awakens to find them cracked.