NationStates Jolt Archive

I'm sure this has already been done.

I want to try a Post-Apocolyptic (sp?) RP. You, as NS leaders, and some of you subordinates, have survived a massive nuclear war by hiding in bunkers. (Merry Christmas!) Few, if any people on the surface have lived. Now we return to the surface to rebuild.

sounds interesting. i'd like to join.

There isn't much about Post-Nuclear-War in American entertainment... really quite a shame.

Me and my subodinates, (As well as several of my loyal mistrisses) dived into the bunker at first warning. We didn't hear much about what happened. Did anybody hear?

OOC-Yay for PostApoc! Mad Max, Fallout, good stuff, good stuff. Mind if I have a rescue team get stranded or something?

OOC: do you want us to start off together, or be separate, and get into contact with each other?

OOC: do you want us to start off together, or be separate, and get into contact with each other?

I was thinking we have basic HAM radios (those can reach most of the way across the world) in our bunkers.

OOC: ok. I'll just start off in my country then.

President Lawrence and his 6 bodyguards stopped talking. They heard a warning about a possible nuclear strike, and decided they wouldn't take any chances with it. They ran to the Imperial Nuclear Shelter and told everyone else to get in it. Unfortunately, they ignored the President's request and continued on with their work. The President and his bodyguards ran to the chambers below the castle and dove into the nuclear shelter. The last bodyguard ran to the door, and shut it. President Lawrence lighted a lamp in the shelter and they all just sat there in silence. Was nuclear war really about to happen? Was the world going to be destroyed? Were his allies warned about this too? Should he contact them? no...it was too late. At that point, the president and his bodyguards heard explosions that they've never heard before. They didn't seem very close, not at all. Since the castle was 60 miles away from the capital, he hoped that they wouldn't be affected. Everyone in the shelter knew that they would be here for a while, so they laid down...

Contacting all citizens! We are creating a worldwide democracy to replace the fallen governments. We will make a communal effort to rebuild. This is nessary for survival. More Bullitans to Come; stay on this frequency.

Contacting all citizens! We have found a large stash of food in good condition. Southern Industrial was not hit hard by the bombs. We would like the people who have lived to come and rebuild with us. Until we get a response, we will consider SI to be the wourld capital and ourselves to be the opnly legitamate government.

The M/V-16 detached from the refueling probe of the KC-82 Tanker. The 36 man HAZMAT team was sent to try and find any survivors, as earlier communication attempts had failed, but now this message from Southern Industrial had piqued their intrest. The aircraft broke off as it headed over the desolated landscape.

We would like to hear a from people by radio. If we feel that ionly 20 people have the ability to reproduce, well, then you get this problem with genetic drift...

The red warning light blared as the left turbofan clogged with dust.
"Oh, sh*t..." sighed the pilot. "We're goin' down."
He switched to the same frequency as the SI transmission.
"Mayday Mayday Mayday! This is UCSNE Rescue 1, going down, we-"
The cockpit slammed into the rocky ground.

The red warning light blared as the left turbofan clogged with dust.
"Oh, sh*t..." sighed the pilot. "We're goin' down."
He switched to the same frequency as the SI transmission.
"Mayday Mayday Mayday! This is UCSNE Rescue 1, going down, we-"
The cockpit slammed into the rocky ground.

We will send a rescue soon.

*MESSAGE TO ANYONE WHO CAN HEAR ME*

We received your message SI. Euroslavia was utterly destroyed, along with the entire region. We wish to get some sort of aircraft to take me to your country, but we have none left. Thankfully, Mistress Lindsay survived with me, she ran into the shelter while we were all asleep. We hope that you get this message...

The aircraft slammed through the wastes, a rooster tail of dust behind them. As the hulk screeched to a stop, the cargo door clanged open, and the armored, HAZMAT suited men struggled out.
"Everyone OK?!"
Calls of affirmation echoed through the area as one member of the team walked from the crushed cockpit.
"Everyone up there is dead... Is the ATPC okay?"
The team leader looked at the large vehicle, which 12 of the men were still inside.
"Yeah, we're all good... How you want us to get this thing out?"
"Brute force."
The driver sighed as the 8 wheeled vehicle crashed through the door.
"Let's get going."

The reckage of the Olympia was still burning. It had been shot down when the war had begun. Now commander Vega and his crew where seperated from the rest of AO in the Pleiades Cluster. They where on their own....

Crown Prince Amadeus Crusade, kneeled at his father's bedside. King Messaline Armand, the 123rd descendant of the Great Ancestor, King Lance Crusade I the Absolute, was dying. Two months ago, a massive nuclear holocaust had occurred, massacring billions, and drastically and disastrously changed the Earth, causing massive upheavels, resulting in multitudes of earthquakes, typhoons, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, tornadoes, blizzards, thunderstorms, and floods...

King Messaline Armand took one final deep breath and let go, releasing his spirit. Amadeus stood, wiping away the tears from his eyes. He walked to the door and opened it. To the survivors gathered outside, Amadeus said simply, "He has died. So passes, King Messaline Armand, the 123rd King of the Five Civilized Nations..."

"Hey, let's stay here. We've got enough supplies on the bird to last for a rescue... I want Decker to take the Atpac and scout for water, take the radtesters, and bring some back so we can purify it."

Now crowned King of the Five Civilized Nations, Amadeus Crusade pulled on his hazard suit and accompanied by twenty JadeOps personnel exited the underground bunker, via an elevator. As the elevator rose towards the surface, Amadeus began to think about his father's tenure as the King. When the elevator neared the surface, massive neo-titanium doors began to opening. Slowly, the elevator arrived at the surface. The doors opened, and the new King and his bodyguards stepped out into the wasteland of what had once been a beautiful park commemorating the heroes of the disastrous Civil War, thousands of years ago. Amadeus collapsed and began to weep...

2 months later:

Rathma ran into the Olympia (now the home base of what was now called "The Federation of Atlantis") He looked excited.
"Senator Vega!" he shouted.
"I'll never get used to that title" He thought to himself. "Yes, lt.?"
"We found another wreck! Another group of Atlantians that survived!"
This was good news.
"The ship must have come looking for us, and got hit while the war was still going on. Which ship?" asked Vega
"The Anubis, sir."
Vega smiled. Of all people, Commander Intar had come looking for him. His old buddy from before the war.
"How far away?"
"About 5 miles to the south."
"That's on the edge of our territory" Vega thought to himself. "Do they know about us?"
"Yes, Intar will be here soon. Our territory combined with theirs doubles the size of the federation!"
Vega was happy. The happiest he had been in 2 months