Post by beforeforever on Mar 25, 2007 13:04:33 GMT -5
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The Day Before Forever
A pre-apocalyptic, post-modern, science-fiction high school role-play game.
WORLD PLOT
The man who first told us the world was going to end was called Robert Goodwill. He was absolutely brilliant. People thought he was a child prodigy, and perhaps he was, but he did some outstanding work as her grew up as well. One of those things was come up with full, complete, unarguable proof of the theory he had come up with when he was seven years old: the theory of the apocalypse, 2020.
It was a theory no one cared much about, because at the time it seemed rather far-fetched. He thought on it, questioned why he believed it, tried to change it, but to no avail. Then, much more recently, he paid more attention to plausibility, having retired with more than enough money to live well off of. Nuclear activity, the hole in the ozone layer, a big upcoming disease such as HIV/AIDS, major outbreaks of cancers... it was all pulling together.
“We’re all gonna die,” he said aloud one day, and knew he had done his life’s work. Perfectly happy with his life, he knew there was one thing he had to do... tell people. They wouldn’t be so afraid to do what they want now if they knew we were all going to die anyway. Always wanted to go sky diving, but terrified? Hey, die now or die later. His life was complete... he needed to help others complete theirs. He went to the press. The news was slow-moving.
Then it happened. The nuclear energy reacted with substances coming through the ozone layer, some we didn’t even know about, and not only did they combust, very slightly, causing mini explosions, but the radiation killed some and destroyed all medications of any sort, and any form of strong radiation for a medical use, any substance used generally for healing was destroyed. The news moved fast: of how the man predicted it, and of course, of what would become of it.
Suicides were abound, and some people were scared, but you would be surprised at the number of people who resolved to make their lives better, to make their lives worth living. Prices for everything dropped dramatically, and people blew all of their money anyway. People traveled and took chances and did dares and made fools of themselves because hey, in a few years we’re all going to die from a horrible disease anyway.
Those people who took chances on their feelings and fell in love had children (though often due to people resolving to have lots of wild sex). Those children were the new generation, the last generation. At some point, sexually transmitted diseases and infections were so abound and getting so bad that at some point, babies stopped being born at all. People were dying left and right, but no new lives were being started to take their place.
The world was getting smaller, populations shrinking, languages and small nationalities going extinct. Death was around you so much you just didn’t mourn anymore. You waited until it was your turn. Infected? Super, you know your fate. Healthy? Well... that's what you think. Many children are missing one or both parents, but they learn to get along. The last generation... the last year of children that were born. They’re all fourteen years old now– freshmen and sophomores in high school, and the years before them juniors and seniors now.
SMALL PLOT
Though Robert Goodwill was a scientist, what he loved most was research. He loved to see how things worked and why they did. Now that the apocalypse was coming, what he most wanted to study was the one subject he’d been forgetting about his entire life: humanity. So he became a teacher, and assumed an alias. He taught in what used to be a bustling suburbia but had become a rather small town in the wake of deaths.
Hello, students, welcome to Wilderville High.
I’m your Biology teacher, Dr. Adam Jenkins.
And he took this job just in time, for it would be the last year he, or anyone, would be teaching freshmen. It was the last year for all humanity. The students walked in, and he was surprised to see no freckle-faced band geeks and guy-shy, simplistic little girls that he could have remembered from his day. They were surprisingly grown up, and some of them were even suffering– they were dying– from sexually transmitted infections, and drug-induced or spread weaknesses.
These were not the thirteen-year-olds of his day. Though he was still a genius, he couldn’t figure out how to work with people. He didn’t know how to teach. So he was sort of bumbling. No kids wanted to learn– why should they, if it’s not going to be any use to them? Older students were still practically brainwashed into the school routine, but they, however slowly, also came to see the pointlessness in it. Then came the rebellion.
What’s the worst they could do to me? Tell my dead parents? Kick me out of a school I never wanted to be in? Put me in juvenile hall? I’ve got one year to live my life, one year to do all the things I’ve always told myself ‘I’m going to try then when I’m older.’ There’s no more ‘when I’m older.’ The time is now, and nothing they can do to me will stop that.
So this is chaotic. Most kids skip school, or classes that aren’t pleasing them with their immediate rewards. They’re having sex and doing drugs and getting drunk. They’re running away to different places around the world they’ve always wanted to visit, and doing things they’ve always wanted to try. And there’s no one that can stop them. There’s no one that can make them give up their lives that they’ve only got twelve months to live.
The clock is ticking.
What’re you going to do about it?
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The Day Before Forever
A pre-apocalyptic, post-modern, science-fiction high school role-play game.
WORLD PLOT
The man who first told us the world was going to end was called Robert Goodwill. He was absolutely brilliant. People thought he was a child prodigy, and perhaps he was, but he did some outstanding work as her grew up as well. One of those things was come up with full, complete, unarguable proof of the theory he had come up with when he was seven years old: the theory of the apocalypse, 2020.
It was a theory no one cared much about, because at the time it seemed rather far-fetched. He thought on it, questioned why he believed it, tried to change it, but to no avail. Then, much more recently, he paid more attention to plausibility, having retired with more than enough money to live well off of. Nuclear activity, the hole in the ozone layer, a big upcoming disease such as HIV/AIDS, major outbreaks of cancers... it was all pulling together.
“We’re all gonna die,” he said aloud one day, and knew he had done his life’s work. Perfectly happy with his life, he knew there was one thing he had to do... tell people. They wouldn’t be so afraid to do what they want now if they knew we were all going to die anyway. Always wanted to go sky diving, but terrified? Hey, die now or die later. His life was complete... he needed to help others complete theirs. He went to the press. The news was slow-moving.
Then it happened. The nuclear energy reacted with substances coming through the ozone layer, some we didn’t even know about, and not only did they combust, very slightly, causing mini explosions, but the radiation killed some and destroyed all medications of any sort, and any form of strong radiation for a medical use, any substance used generally for healing was destroyed. The news moved fast: of how the man predicted it, and of course, of what would become of it.
Suicides were abound, and some people were scared, but you would be surprised at the number of people who resolved to make their lives better, to make their lives worth living. Prices for everything dropped dramatically, and people blew all of their money anyway. People traveled and took chances and did dares and made fools of themselves because hey, in a few years we’re all going to die from a horrible disease anyway.
Those people who took chances on their feelings and fell in love had children (though often due to people resolving to have lots of wild sex). Those children were the new generation, the last generation. At some point, sexually transmitted diseases and infections were so abound and getting so bad that at some point, babies stopped being born at all. People were dying left and right, but no new lives were being started to take their place.
The world was getting smaller, populations shrinking, languages and small nationalities going extinct. Death was around you so much you just didn’t mourn anymore. You waited until it was your turn. Infected? Super, you know your fate. Healthy? Well... that's what you think. Many children are missing one or both parents, but they learn to get along. The last generation... the last year of children that were born. They’re all fourteen years old now– freshmen and sophomores in high school, and the years before them juniors and seniors now.
SMALL PLOT
Though Robert Goodwill was a scientist, what he loved most was research. He loved to see how things worked and why they did. Now that the apocalypse was coming, what he most wanted to study was the one subject he’d been forgetting about his entire life: humanity. So he became a teacher, and assumed an alias. He taught in what used to be a bustling suburbia but had become a rather small town in the wake of deaths.
Hello, students, welcome to Wilderville High.
I’m your Biology teacher, Dr. Adam Jenkins.
And he took this job just in time, for it would be the last year he, or anyone, would be teaching freshmen. It was the last year for all humanity. The students walked in, and he was surprised to see no freckle-faced band geeks and guy-shy, simplistic little girls that he could have remembered from his day. They were surprisingly grown up, and some of them were even suffering– they were dying– from sexually transmitted infections, and drug-induced or spread weaknesses.
These were not the thirteen-year-olds of his day. Though he was still a genius, he couldn’t figure out how to work with people. He didn’t know how to teach. So he was sort of bumbling. No kids wanted to learn– why should they, if it’s not going to be any use to them? Older students were still practically brainwashed into the school routine, but they, however slowly, also came to see the pointlessness in it. Then came the rebellion.
What’s the worst they could do to me? Tell my dead parents? Kick me out of a school I never wanted to be in? Put me in juvenile hall? I’ve got one year to live my life, one year to do all the things I’ve always told myself ‘I’m going to try then when I’m older.’ There’s no more ‘when I’m older.’ The time is now, and nothing they can do to me will stop that.
So this is chaotic. Most kids skip school, or classes that aren’t pleasing them with their immediate rewards. They’re having sex and doing drugs and getting drunk. They’re running away to different places around the world they’ve always wanted to visit, and doing things they’ve always wanted to try. And there’s no one that can stop them. There’s no one that can make them give up their lives that they’ve only got twelve months to live.
The clock is ticking.
What’re you going to do about it?
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