Welcome to colony seven. You’re here because you glitched, and something is “wrong” with you. You think for yourself, you talk back, you don’t follow orders. These are common “glitches”. Now I know this might not make sense, so here’s what’s going on: Earth is dying. Some say she’s already dead. Once people figured out they had gone too far with their wars and destruction, it was too late. But that was hundreds of years ago. This dying world is all you’ve ever known.
People haven’t found a way to reverse what happened, but they found a way to slow the death rate and stop the fights. Genetic programming. Programming starts as soon as a person is born, and they’re programmed to do a preset job. If the Makers want you to be a cook, that’s what you’ll be. You’re programmed to cook from birth, brainwashed if you will. You don’t get a choice.
But that’s where your glitch comes in. For some reason, your programming didn’t work. So now you’re in colony seven, your new home in the wastelands. Oh, did I forget to tell you about the wastelands? This is everywhere the Makers deem undesirable; radioactive pits, lava fields, toxic dumps spanning miles of land, and the ruins of once booming cities. Home sweet home. There are hundreds of colonies spread around the wastelands where the glitches are sent, you just happen to be at colony seven, where change is coming.
The glitches at colony seven have decided the Maker’s world is flawed, just because they control the mind of everyone doesn’t mean they’ve made the best world. So the Sevens have decided to get to Quarantine, the capitol of this dying world, and take over themeselves. You’ll have to get through the wastelands, the monsters created by the worlds end, other glitches and Quarantine itself to reach your goal. Are you up for it? Or would you rather just be assigned to a new colony? The choice is yours, but choose wisely; It’s a good idea to be on the winning side of this battle.
I’ll make rules as issues surface, but for now follow all basic rp rules.
Image or detailed description:
Name:
Gender:
Age:(generally 10-35)
Sexuality:
Personality:
Why they were sent out: (optional)
Skills:(what were they originally programmed for?)
Occupation:
Other:
Available occupations:
Second in command (1 left)(basically in charge when Ryan isn’t around)
Scavengers (2 left) (collect food, weapons, supplies)
Scouts (no more)
Mechanic (no more)
Medic (no more)
Defender/Fighter (1 left)
Newbie (unlimited)(new imports)
Other (subject to me declining) (unlimited)