Post by madicecat on Mar 7, 2011 23:44:02 GMT -5
(OOC: I skipped over a bunch of my old history because I want to start anew. So if you were a part of my story, and I don't mention you, it's not personal, ok?)
My story begins with an accidentally locked basement and a bomb over a city in Zone 4.
My parents and my brother were locked out of what could've been a great fall-out shelter, and I survived.
I came out after many, many days, to find their dead bodies and a completely different world. I didn't know what to do, until I listened to a voice in a broken down radio.
Dr Death Defying told us to keep running. So I did.
I met many KillJoys, fought my fights, got my fair deal of wounds and scars, and during a mission to raid BL/Ind I met one very special KillJoy called Blaze Wolf. He was from Zone 2, and he was as lonely and confused as I was, so we decided maybe we'd be stronger together.
After a few more fights, I reached my breaking point and wanted to return to the land I came from. Before the great fires of 2012, I lived in the ever-sprawling Mexico City, so we headed back there to see if anyone was still alive.
I found none of my old friends, and frankly, that is better. With my old life completely gone, I can focus on my new life. And with Draculoids lurking in every corner, I will need every ounce of focus my brain can muster.
My story begins with an accidentally locked basement and a bomb over a city in Zone 4.
My parents and my brother were locked out of what could've been a great fall-out shelter, and I survived.
I came out after many, many days, to find their dead bodies and a completely different world. I didn't know what to do, until I listened to a voice in a broken down radio.
Dr Death Defying told us to keep running. So I did.
I met many KillJoys, fought my fights, got my fair deal of wounds and scars, and during a mission to raid BL/Ind I met one very special KillJoy called Blaze Wolf. He was from Zone 2, and he was as lonely and confused as I was, so we decided maybe we'd be stronger together.
After a few more fights, I reached my breaking point and wanted to return to the land I came from. Before the great fires of 2012, I lived in the ever-sprawling Mexico City, so we headed back there to see if anyone was still alive.
I found none of my old friends, and frankly, that is better. With my old life completely gone, I can focus on my new life. And with Draculoids lurking in every corner, I will need every ounce of focus my brain can muster.
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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