This has nothing to do with my other, non-abandoned RTD.
It is the year 2043. Despite the rather large amount of time for development, things have been going backwards for quite a while. As the world plunged into a new dark age riddled with local quarrels over civil rights, management, and authority, leagues of activists started campaigns against society's newest innovations. Left-wing environmentalists had their dreams fulfilled as government after government began to ban cars, ban the production line, and more-or-less turn the world into a hippy-elf paradise. Transportation between cities became impossible, and technological advancement became more-or-less nonexistent as countries dissolved into independent city-states. Humanity had plunged into a dark age, with one last stronghold of modern technology remaining:
The United States.
As American leaders became increasingly inept, the United State's superior military force began to dominate its spending, with new innovations in weaponry taking up most annual spending. The leaders had one goal: to rid the world of this utopian menace and restore progress to humanity. Unfortunately, nuclear weapons were employed at one point, leading to a cascade of former nuclear powers reviving their nuclear programs to defend themselves. The United States stood no chance as its lands were reduced to wastelands, with a handful of researchers still alive left to figure out what to do.
Then, the idea came.
The idea was, quite simply, to create a city in a far-off location, free from human conflict, where a stable and peaceful society would develop. The President of the United States agreed to allocate his last remaining national funding to the preservation of mankind, on one condition:
That he would rule the new city. Of course.
The president and his council of scientists secured permanent positions in the management department of the new city. Their job was to design and to manage the city, and to ensure equality for everyone.
The city was planned to support up to two million people, though only 500,000 were drawn from the remaining populace to enter the city. Entire families migrated into the massive, kilometer-tall pyramid out in the Antarctic wastes. The structure, built with carbon-nanotubes and roofed-over with bomb-proof mega-glass, was estimated to last indefinitely given meager amounts of maintenance. The original plan was to wait for the third world-war to end, and then open the massive steel gates to the antarctic, estimated to be a lush forest by the end of the war, due to climate change and feedback loops in the environment. The outside world would be devastated, if not destroyed, but the city itself would survive.
The city was called Haven City.
Fast forward four hundred decades...
It is the year 2443. The president and his council, still technically alive at this point due to immoral-yet-accepted cloning practices, still reign over the city. Almost three hundred years ago, the war was supposed to end, and the gates opened. Yet still, the president and his cohorts decided to leave things as they were. After all, you could never be too sure...
The government was used to suppress all information about the war from the public. After the previous generation died out, children were indoctrinated into an ideology completely apathetic to the happenings outside the city walls. The outside world was referred to as "the wastelands," and some went as far as to believe that there was nothing there. Eventually, to suppress crime forever, drugs were put into the water supply in order to render the mind unable to resist authority. These drugs consisted of deadly toxins that killed off part of the brain to reduce resistance. It was assumed that nobody was left who could incite a revolution after the first hundred years, so after that, money was eliminated, people were assigned jobs at the end of their education, and food was rationed by the government. Cooking was obsolete... 'food' took the form of a cube filled with all the essential dietary needs of the human body.
Overall, humanity now appears to be led by one council of eight... and the public is now mentally incapable of resisting rule. Great. Just great.
Enter you guys. Each one of you was born with a strange and inexplicable condition that rendered you immune to the toxin used. Even then, you all went ahead with the system, and saw everyone else's obedience as normal, and your rebelliousness as something unimportant.
Today is graduation day. Every 1st March, the last class of the year receives their assignment. They are essentially told what to do for the rest of their lives after they leave here. The seven of you stand in line to the front office, standing on the chrome-plated flooring, watching as the audience cheers from the elevated balconies made of stainless-steel. This was regarded as a great event, and the entire adult population was invited to oversee the graduation of the senior students.
As you walk up to the desk to receive your papers, you step up to the next walkway to enter the next line in order to be assigned a life-time task.
You take this time to read your identification papers to yourself.
-----Identification-----
Full Name: (First Name, Last Name)
Appearance: (Gender, height, size, skin tone, eye color, hairstyle, facial hard, etc)
Biography: (Completely optional, considering you were all raised to mindlessly follow your orders)
-----Attributes-----
Skills: (They can relate to mechanics, science, computers, ranged weaponry, etc. They don't teach you melee combat, but ranged combat will get you a job as security. These skills will determine your profession at the end of graduation day. List them horizontally separated by '|'s.)
Abilities: (Only one for now unless you put multiple points to a skill)
-----Inventory-----
Armor: (This includes clothes. Preferably, you shouldn't start off with actual armor, so just describe what clothes you wear)
Weapon: (You don't have one yet)
Your ability is something you decide for itself. It's basically an action you can invoke that does something other than give you a bonus. For example, you might be born with the ability to discern lies. Try not to be too extravagant.
Current Players:
-adwarf
-Talarion
-TherosPherae
-NightS
-EmoBiatch
-NoahTophatz
-HighEndNoob
Waiting List:
-BunnyBob77
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Topic: Roll to Dodge: Utopian Nightmare (Read 2004 times)