This is the way the World Dies -Casual for everyone-

[Shrugs]

It didnt happen like you would think. There was no mass panic, no hysteria, Not even a cry for help. All there was, was silence. A few years back, a meteor had crashed into the frozen Arctic circle, causing a reversing effect on the global warming problem. The governments all believed that it was a miracle from some higher power. They couldnt have been more wrong. Several teams of scientists from all around the globe flocked to study and document this miracle meteor. None of them returned, not a single cry of alarm was raised.

The first attacks swept through the Northern provinces of Canada within weeks. Not a single cry for help, not a single message to the higher ups, that something had ripped apart over 100 communities in less then a month without a single shot fired. In the following years; Canada, Russia, Greenland; Upper Europe, all of them stopped responding. Messages over telephone and computer were being unanswered, assemblies from the UN and EU gathered wondering what had happened to their fellow human beings, but not a single worry...not a single care.

The first outburst, was when America was invaded. Man sized bugs were being reported in New York, Boston. England had reported colony "ships" roving over Wales and Ireland. China locked its borders, and South America began to muster its forces...but it was too late. The World was rocked, Arachnid type bugs crawled over every living thing imaginable, destroying and converting the local environments into unstable and barren wastelands. Colony Ships virus bomb and take away the very oxygen that is need to sustain all living things. All in dreadful silence. The final words that was spoken from the American president has been a landmark cry for those who still live " We have fallen, but God Willing we will rise again"


The world died in unison... and only a few people remain alive to resist, rebel...and replenish. You start in a military camp in New Zealand, Now known as Liberty Island, 15% of the population now live and toil here. The Seas patrolled by the few naval vessels left, The lands protected by roving units of Kill-Squads and Hunter Tanks. The airforce defending what little airspace is left...

Can you stop the death of a world.... or will you go in silence?


All cityscape rules apply
100% no Godmodding
Setting is 2015.

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Name: Mike Feren
Age:25
Gender:Male
Physical Description: Big Brawny guy with dark brown hair and Hazel eyes, stands at about Six foot one, weighing about 220lbs. White complexion, a little on the hairier side. Full Beard. Wears sunglasses a lot.
Mental Description: Brave yet dumb. Mike isnt the smart guy in the group, hailing from Boston, Mike was in Mexico when the news of the first attacks happened, He says its the only smart thing he has ever done. A little on the cold side, and sarcastic as all hell.
Equipment: Flak Jacket, black jeans, backpack filled with extra ammo, rations(He likes to eat) and a few pieces of clothing. Mike uses a machete for close quarters combat and general camp help, and carries a RPD light machine gun, that he won at a poker game.


Update: I will start IC posts after one more person has joined

[Axion]

Name: Axion
Age: 19
Gender: male
Physical Description: http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u...guywithgun.jpg
Mental Description: Tactical, Impulsive,
Equipment: M4, M1 pistol, Valtro PM 5 shotgun, Military Tactical Armor

[Azoth]

Name: Zirina Louw
Age: 30

Gender: Female

Physical Description: Crystal Blue eyes, Raven black hair and average height and weight. See my drawing: Clickie!

Mental Description: It's complicated. A Gemini at heart.

Working in the intelligence department, Zirina is slightly obsessed with finding the origin of these Arachnid bugs. Hailing from South Africa before the majority of the country was overrun, forced her to move to New Zealand to work in a better environment.

Equipment: A pocket knife, a compass, and a standard gun.
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OOC: I will post IC at a later stage. Had to join this as this reminds me of a cross between Final Fantasy: Spirits Within and Starship Troopers...however Starship Troopers came to mind first and foremost and I am a massive fan of it <333
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[PrincessLUV]

Name: Tarin Morissette
Age: 19, couple weeks from 20
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Stands around 5'6", flat footed, with a well toned body considering you got to stay fit these days. She has a round face with full lips and almond shaped eyes that are hazel. Her caramel colored hair almost always pulled back in a bun so its sort of a secret as to how long it really is. Her skin is pretty well tanned, as much as a white girl can be. Her normal outfit consists of olive colored cargo pants stuffed into tall black boots and a well fitting black tee.
Mental Description: Cocky but loyal and clever to boot. She was a smart kid compared to other Canadian classmates and was lucky enough to be in Australia on holiday with her grandparents so she lost everything, making her a little crazy. She attaches to people well and doesn't take well to people being mean.
Equipment: Leather pilot jacket, swiss army knife, .45, satchel containing: compass, rations, bandages, and a flask...but she won't tell you what's in it til you taste it.

[UBNA]

Name: John Anderson
Age:22
Gender:male
Physical Description: (http://imagecache2.allposters.com/im...rs-Posters.jpg)
Mental Description:Strategist, does things by the book and natural leader, but will follow orders to the letter.
Equipment:Everything in the picture plus a 1911 handgun on his hip.

[Briar Rose]

Name: Wisteria (Wisty) Shield
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Physical Description: She is pretty skinny. She is about 5'5". She has long black hair down to her waist. She has Full Heterochromia. One of her eyes are blue and the other one is green. Her face is shaped like a heart and she has fair skin. She isnt a girly-girl yet she inst a tomboy. She wears a jacket with a simple T-shirt under and she normally wears jeans with High converse shoes.
Mental Description: Shes a bit of an air head, but she knows a lot of survival tactics. She isnt exactly acedemically smart though.
Equipment: Long sword (Katana). Short, spear-like throwing knives. She wears a pocket watch around her hip (Not exactly battle equipment) and a pocket on her hip carries everything else she needs. (You'd be surprised what she can fit in her pockets.)

[Helter Skelter]

Name: Aaron Jackson

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Physical Description: Shoulder length brown straight/spikey hair with green eyes. He is around 5'9", thin but has a well toned physique and is fairly tanned. He wears a plain black t-shirt with faded blue jeans and also wears the exoskeleton of the first arachnid he killed fashioned into a guard on his right arm.

Mental Description: Caring to an extent, reckless in dire situations, and a survivalist

Equipment: A combat knife, M16A1, M1911, ammo belts loaded to their thresholds, and a backpack filled with rations (Scavenged off the bodies of US marines and Army Rangers)

[Shrugs]

The camp was a hub of activity that night. The thousands of tents and makeshift hovels dotted the now gritty landscape on the New Zealand coastline. Those who had got here first had scavenged whatever they could from the surrounding countryside, erecting barricades and lookout towers. The land was as desolate as most of the world was, The citizenry were the main was to cause it this time, not the gigantic superbugs that oddly stayed away from this country. Whether its the combined military presence or something else....it doesnt matter. The hovels were quarter civilian compound, one quarter medical center and one half military staging ground. The breeze was what kept the camp cool during the day, and thankfully one person came up with a water and sanitation system for the camp.

Mike sat on one of the makeshift towers, half a lit smoke in one hand, his RPD laying on his lap. He watched as people ran back and forth between tents, bartering services for goods in hopes of getting their families one more meal. He watched the military practice a combat drill in their barracks and the scientists have one of their rarer breaks outside. The cloud of smoke from the machine pit made him smile, that means the raid on Australia netted them more gas for the tanks and jeeps. He stood up and peered into the darkening sky, looking for any signs of invasion. Knowing his dumb luck, he wouldnt see anything till after he was off duty.

He fumbled with his smoke and puffed on it one more time before throwing it into one of the pits below the tower. breathing softly to himself before looking over the camp once more.

" Just another Day in Paradise"

[PrincessLUV]

The dry ground crunched under her feet, boot tracks lay in her wake, her body illuminated by what light there was. Tarin moved though the camp quietly and with purpose. She had one more stop to make, after picking up her own goods. With a bit of what people would call force she managed to pick up some extra items, one to benefit a kid and had already been delivered and the other to thank someone. Her legs lead her up to a bearded man, staring off at the camp and talking to himself. The girl shook her head. Seemed like they all did that these days. If not to themselves then to whatever higher power they believed in.

"Hey there grizzly adams," she said as she came up beside him and looked around. Reaching into her pocket she procured a small wrapped package. Hand rolled cigs and a candy bar that was now a luxury though it had once been a supermarket staple hid in the inner packaging. Tossing at him, she turned to lean on a beam looking out of the tower. It was her way of thanking him for a complication he had gotten her out of.

"Those damned smokes'll kill ya before the bugs do, ya know," she said while continuing to people watch. Not much else to do when you're a refugee from giant insects. She stayed close to those she knew because humanity was worth clinging to.

[Shrugs]

Mike turned to see a package fly through the air and land in his hands. Tarin stood beside him, and oddly enough he grinned. He had been on the first rescue mission to Australia when he had found her hiding underneath a jeep. He personally saw her to the transport ship before running back to the frontlines. Back when he was less cynical and more clean shaven. He unrolled the package looking at the amazing quality rolled smokes and a candy bar. He smiled slightly, not letting his emotions come through his cold exterior.

" You know little one... I havent had a candy bar since I was your age."

He took one of the smokes and lit it with his silver zippo, which was starting to get low on fluid. He turned away and exhaled slowly, letting the wave of nicotine smoke drift listlessly up into the air. He paused for a second going through her words before responding, knowing her to be a little on the sensitive side, unlike his burly form.

" Id rather the smokes then the bugs do though....Ya I might cough a lung from smoking...but Id rather not have a claw ripping me In half... Anyways thanks for the smokes and bar... you didnt have to"

[UBNA]

John was just coming back from one of the patrols, luckily there was no activity to report, he stepped out of the Humvee tired from the days work. After reporting to his commanding officer he walked towards his room at one of the military compounds, he pulled down his face mask and reached into his vest pulling out a half-empty box of cigarettes, and after checking the rest of his pockets he realized he didn't have a lighter with him. After cursing a few times he continued towards the compound with the cigarette in his mouth. John noticed someone on top of a tower on his way and realized that they had a cigarette in their hand.

"Hey man help a bro out and toss me a lighter will ya?"

John set down his M60 LMG and unstrapped his helmet setting it down next to his firearm.

[PrincessLUV]

"Yeah, well, a person doesn't have to to a lotta things but they do. Besides it's just candy...and quit acting like you're old or something!" She punched him playfully and looked down as a humvee approach. It distracted her from being called little. It seemed like 25 was old in these times, it was downhill from 30 unless you were well connected and valued your life enough.

The man below called out for a lighter and Tarin glanced at Mike a moment before looking down and wiggling her fingers in a greeting. "No bugs are going to get you anyways. Darwin theory and all that stuff."

She looked back down at the guy, it reminded her that she needed to rustle up some matches or something since she'd used the last to light a rather large fire to clean up a mess but that was beside the point.

[Briar Rose]

Wisty had just woken in her tent. She wanted to sleep more but the bustle outside was too hard to refuse. Wisty got up and got herself washed up. Then she went outside and into the camp. Wisty would have never thought that this would have been her life. She would have never thought that bugs would take over the world. But it was true. It was all happening and Wisty wasnt going to deny it or run from the truth. She was going to try and find any type of positive outcome that she could. She went over to one of the towers and saw two people there with one other person. Wisty smiled. As usual, Wisty thought. She had already gotten used to the everyday schedule.

"Hello, All!" Wisty announced loudly., "How is everyone doing this fine mornin'?" Wisty went up to the group, contently.

[Helter Skelter]

Aaron exited the medical center and took a look around the camp, It's so quiet around here., he thought to himself. Only hours before he had been conducting a S&R (Search and Resue) mission, they are so routine these days no one takes notice to them. "It's pitiful that no one cares that there are still people out there suffering...barely surviving beyond this camp." Aaron examined his left forearm which was wrapped with gauze, it was still bleeding somewhat. He could care less about being injured in a world where death was so certain. He made his way to a tower where a man who was...scruffy to say the least sat overlooking the camp. "Hey Mike I found some kids hiding out in an abandoned hotel about 12 blocks from here.", he relayed to the man, "There were some eight legged freaks waiting on me, but I showed'em whats what." He said with a smile.

[Axion]

Axion was coming back from a solo recon mission, and he had a gift of sorts for the med teams. It was a live baby insect, having stumbled upon some bugs by accident on his patrol. He grabbed his radio, holding down the transmit button.

"Echo 3 to base, I have a live tango in a storage case. Does the Med team still need that live specimen, or do I send it to the next life as painfully as possible? Over"

Axion readied his shotgun, waiting for the response from his commander. All he had to do was hope that the young bug stayed unconscious, as a whining baby would attract a lot of unwanted attention. He held up in an overturned dumpster, as it provided cover and he could hide inside it if need be. He only hoped that the response would come sooner rather than later.