It has been 100 years since ancient beings, known as the Old Ones, walked the Earth with their two strong feet. Now they are gone and we animals now rule the remains that they left behind. With our new knowledge of sword and sorcery, we were able to survive in peace for a while, but then came the three factions.
The Apes: Strong giants, claiming to be as just as the old ones and believe they should be the ones to rule over the new world.
The Pigs: An intellectual but slothful group who wish to rule the world with an iron hoof and remain kings while the others remained as dumb animals.
Then there the Lizards: A fast and large group that want to set the world a blaze. Trying to forget the harsh past that the old ones left.
All three sides wishing to go war and destroy one another to bring in what they believe to be true peace.
But, unbeknownst to everyone, there was another group. One that was trying their best to find a way to heal everyone. To bring back order.
You found it.... and now you are taking care of it.

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<span class="mu-i">The year is <span class="mu-s">5 AB (After Bloom)</span>, and you live in what is now called <span class="mu-s">Biltmore City</span>, a community of survivors settled in the ruins of the historic Biltmore Estate in Western North Carolina.</span>

<span class="mu-i">The year was 2009, and the time was 3:31:54 AM EST on Friday, April 10th when <span class="mu-s">The Bloom</span> occurred. In the span of 12 minutes and 49 seconds, the entire Earth experienced a super-rapid forestation of all terrestrial surfaces.</span>

<span class="mu-i">Trees erupted from the ground and into full maturity, regardless of any manmade materials present - asphalt roads were obliterated, buildings were toppled, and underground structures were perforated with roots. All human infrastructure was rendered essentially inoperable and unsalvageable due to the density and ubiquity of the trees. Some areas burst instead into fields of exotic flowers, and buildings or vehicles therein were merely engulfed by vines, instead. In many other places freshwater springs surfaced inexplicably, generating ponds, creeks, or even rivers.</span>

<span class="mu-i">The biodiversity of this perpetual forest defies common logic. Banyans, alders, acacias, eucalyptus, olives, and towering sequoias can all be found inside of the same ten acres, regardless of geographic location, sometimes twice or three times their 'natural' size. Animal life appeared in much the same manner, out from behind trees or from warrens revealed by new roots, equally diverse and at home in all locales. Lions now prowl the slopes of what were the Rocky mountains and pythons hang from the branches of magnolia trees in the now forested Siberian steppe.</span>

<span class="mu-i">The most devastating element of <span class="mu-s">The Bloom</span>, however, was what it did to the human population.</span>

>Cont'd

War War Never Changes.
They finally fucking did it. The bombs fell not long ago. The world is over. No more people. Just shambling radioactive corpses. No more nations, just glowing craters, dust, and shadows of people that once were. No more seasons, just nuclear winter. Shopping? No such thing. Have fun struggling to find a drop of water or a crumb of food that won't kill you. The RADS oh god the fucking RADS, inescapable and everpresent. Truly the end of the world. Rapture maybe happened and whatever is left...well, most people are quickly giving up on God. Kinda hard to keep believing when the world ended, and you were left behind. Except for the zealots, anyway, but those guys are crazy as the cannibalistic raiders.

That isn't even getting into all the weird shit that keeps happening and becoming. Makes you wish it was 'just' a nuclear winter. Walking corpses. Mutants. Inexplicable anomalies. Unnatural terrain. Strange whispers that you aren't the only one hearing. Honestly, it just keeps getting worse...especially with everything you have to do just to 'survive'. Living...living is just a luxury that only the pre war world got to enjoy. You meanwhile, are just another poor sucker caught up in this clusterfuck, trying to survive.

(This quest will be ripping heavily from games like Fallout, Metro, Stalker, and Bioshock basically anything that fits within the setting theme to keep things interesting)

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You may choose any trait from any game OR include a custom option that may be vetoed by me IF it's too unbalanced. Custom traits MUST include both positive and negative effects otherwise, it's an automatic veto.

The first character will be a young male because this is about a dynasty over the generations. So long as you have a living family member the game will not end however, your characters can and WILL die over time.

Anyway the last character DIED without offspring, resulting in game over, so now it's a restart with some adjustments. So here we go again. I wasn't joking about the difficulty...

Pick race and location. I'll try to update daily at least.

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You are Lieren of Nothing, philosopher of some renown, Hunter of some skill, Primarch of the 2nd legion of the emperor of mankind's space marines, grand architect and head of the Long-Jian ministry of development, friend of the oppressed, enemy of tyrants and husband of the living ship Kanzeon, among a great many other things, including dabbler of the secrets of the old ones and poet of some skill.

Presently, you are above an uncontacted world of a substrain of humanity, using a mixture of high technology and sheer telekinetic force to create a monument from the debris left behind by the skirmish with an ork fleet, combining together the metal hulls of the ships that were lost in the battle to form a monolith of burnt and sundered still, that Kanzeon is engraving with the names and histories of the crews of the ship. It is to honor their ultimate sacrifice for a cousin of mankind that had not even known they'd been threatened.

A cousin you shall soon meet personally, the envoys that were sent had all agreed that your presence and company would be most welcome as they traveled beneath the frozen surface of the unnamed world to meet with the representatives of the city states, that the aspirants of your legion had, while you and their senior and future astartes brothers waged war against the pirate fleet, had managed to get in contact with the abhuman race. They had taken your challenge to learn how to solve the communication barrier with a society that did not know the sky above their mines existed, yet alone of the worlds beyond their worlds with great gusto and had devised a novel means of breaking that barrier. Which they had done themselves, to prove it'd work. They'd started by sending dummy distress signals near to the surface, which allowed the abhuman miners to realize the source must be coming from beyond their world of rock and stone.

And then followed by sending transmission to the groups that had figured it out, and providing proof of a world beyond their mines. Somehow, this was not met with skepticism or derision by the rest of their societies, but rather a rush to be the first to make contact with the "Uplanders" as the underground dwellers called the aspirants and you supposed everyone else

There was some grumbling, when an Astartes that had been left on the planet to watch over and run the boys through drills had happened upon and discovered what the aspirants were getting up to, but the response from the rulers of the four blocs, which were formed by councils of elders that represented the interests and vendettas of various clans and families, had been one of intrigue and praise for such "Clever little beardlings".
Cont

Once upon a time in Kirigakure there was a young gennin Kunoichi ready to do ninja stuff.
This Kirigakure was not the same village it used to be 150 years ago. The bloody days were left behind and children needed to get into adulthood before they could start serving their village as alien magic ninja soldiers. The seventh Mizukage, Mai Terumi, is set in making the village a great place where everyone can be happy.

( Welcome to "Filler Chronicles" a joke and low quality drawquest set in what I remember of The Village Hidden by the Mist (Kirigakure) from Naruto. It will have very few text because this is an excuse to make many fast drawings about cute ninja girls).

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Your name is John James Green, mutant vagrant, and you love your cute mutie girlfriend.

You recognize that there’s a part of you that loves her the way a person might love a rare gemstone, and that part of you is getting harder and harder to ignore… but then you look past her and see why you really adore her. She’s a beautiful person. Not just her sleek hair, green eyes, and amazing lips. But her soul. You know it’s corny, but it’s true. You don’t think you ever felt this way before, not even with Victoria. Victoria was comforting, relatable, but Laura is… like a support beam you didn’t know you were missing. It’s for that reason that when she asks you to tone it down, you promise to do your utmost and seal the promise with a peck on her forehead.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more careful in the future. I promise. I’m just glad you’re not angrier at me. Aren’t you the least bit peeved?”

Laura thinks it over for a moment. “No.”

“Why not?”

“It is a combination of factors.”

“Like?”

“For one, my current fondness for you impairs my rational judgment.” That has you crack a smile, “and two, although you may refuse to acknowledge it, you have adopted a leadership role amongst the inhabitants of the Exclusion Zone, like those of Jono, Hisako, and Julian. It would make sense that if anyone were to become a public face of the Mutant population in the Zone, it would be one of you four. I believe you are the best option.”

“Not just 'cause I impair your judgment?”

“Julian is too brash. Hisako is too idealistic. Jono is capable, but too moderate. You embody the best of all these traits.”

At this, you scrunch your face. You always thought of yourself more like a mediator than a true-blue leader type, but she’s right. For lack of better terms, you have a seat at the table and have been going around taking names, ever since the whole southern-belle vampire incident. Between the gang fights, Mr. Negative, taking out Leland, working with Silvermane, working with Moon Knight, and now handling the Triads and Bratva to stop Jack from flooding the street, you’ve become what ‘Cuda always called you. A hardcore muffagin gangsta. You suppose you don’t like thinking about it… because it feeds that part of you that thinks of Laura like a thing to covet.

“Is there a third reason?”

“… it may be because of my impaired judgment, and it would also seem to be opposite of my current opinion, but if anyone were to make rash decisions and somehow come out better for it, past circumstances show that it would be you.”

(1/?)

ENTER BBC.

<span class="mu-i">“The Krieger Corp is the life for me,
A gun, bed and funeral for free.
That’s my lot in the Black Company.”</span>

It took the Earth 10 long years to die. Like every planet afflicted by the pervasive sentient plague that swept the galaxy at the turn of the 23rd century, aptly named <span class="mu-s">The Rot</span>, Earth’s demise was slow and agonising at first then violent and sudden by the end. The seas boiled and the air turned to ash in the wake of the continent-shattering orbital bombardments that cleansed her and a hundred other worlds.

20 years later, the dust of the Purification Wars has settled and the surviving xenos empires have finished carving up the remaining colonies of those less fortunate races between them, including those few left from Earth’s initial phase of expansion. Just rewards for the victorious alien’s part in saving the galaxy. The surviving human population, once many billions, now numbers in the mere millions. An entire race of refugees, vagrants and backwater outcasts begging, stealing and labouring as second-class citizens, servants or slaves under uncaring alien masters.

A lifetime of backbreaking work for stale recycled oxygen units and a handful of credits is the best fate most humans can hope for. Little wonder then that the violent but lucrative life of a mercenary holds such appeal. As the novelty of peace wears off and the rival alien nations rattle their sabres once more, human mercenaries are in high demand for their crude effectiveness and affordable prices.

And of all the human mercenary firms, there are none so infamous and so highly sought after as the services of the Black Company…

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On the outskirts of a town which its settlers call Chiffchaff, but which its occupiers call Al-Duarah, there lay scattered bodies on the dry, red ground. Some are beasts and some are men, or at least look like Man. Broken, bent, frozen and burnt. Some are drained of life, left ashen husks; others have had their life bleed out of them onto the settlement’s streets. Looming over them are slate-grey walls, their gates self-sealing, and atop those walls watch impassive black masks, with eyes that see on behalf of their master: Abdul Saniʿ al-Duruʿ, Abdul Murawwiḍ al-Wuḥūsh, <span class="mu-s">Abdul Alhazred the Reptilian Infiltrator.</span>

The scaly, slit-pupilled swarthy Southron son-of-a-skink who killed <span class="mu-r">your</span> best feathered friend-for-life and <span class="mu-g">your</span> shapeshifting hundun friend-with-benefits.

<span class="mu-r">You</span> are <span class="mu-r">Zith-Zi</span>, Boss Bitch of the Monstrous Regiment adventuring company, and an ex-goblin ‘nilbog’ made pretty by magic…

…while <span class="mu-g">You</span> have gone by a few variations on the name <span class="mu-g">CZ</span> but have most recently settled on reclaiming your ill-gotten family legacy as <span class="mu-g">Carazzi Yosef</span>: one-time demigoblin cambion, and now a transcended <span class="mu-b">Pure and Empty Vessel</span> at long last.

<span class="mu-r">You</span> came to the Southlands, across the Shieldwall mountain which separates it from the north-western lands of the Paladin Queen of Hawksong. You did so not to participate in their silly civilizational clash—what various shades of humans get up to with gnolls and secret subterranean lizard-men is none of your business. <span class="mu-r">You</span> came here to save your estranged boyfriend, fellow adventurer James Efron, from captivity in a Chiffchaff dungeon...

…but in the process of procuring him, <span class="mu-g">you</span> punched through the army of enslaved hyena-men to their demon-wielding human-reptilian centre: Alhazred, the devious demonist and dark wizard who bested <span class="mu-g">you</span> in combat, costing you the lives of others whom you cared for.

(To say nothing of Nicolette Testa, fashion-forward illusionist-enchanter who joined your quest and lost a body via bullet-blasted brain, only to be pieced back together with an emergency effort of esoteric expertise!)

(Or Denise Lilla, the cleric you liberated, who suffered a similar fate in circumstances which precluded such a happy ending for her.)

(…It’s been a long few days, alright?)