#Gehenna [PZ Roleplay] [NA]

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We are preparing for a new save on October 27th! Join early to apply for your custom item starter kit and make plans with friends!

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No one was prepared for Atkinson's Disease, the plague that blanketed over humanity and nature alike. Those infected have lost all semblance of thought, blended together with the rapidly growing flora of Knox's carefully manicured suburbs. The world has become as beautiful as it is horrifically deadly, a kaleidoscope of color preceding a swift death.

Cleansing fire, bleach, and a quick tug of the weeds trying to root in flesh become commonplace as the winter sets in. Exactly a year since this all started, survivors who have struggled and starved their way through the snow collide with what may be the last quarantine bunker still sealed. Which side of the door do you stand on?

  • Heavy Text-Based RP

  • Whitelist Required

  • Open and Welcoming Community Discord

  • New-Player-Friendly Starting Tools

  • Faction Support & LFRP Tags

  • D&D-style Dice System with Mod Support

  • Custom PVE Infected Variants

  • Buildable Stat Sheets

  • Opt-In Excursion Zone Exploration

  • Consistent Lore with Researcher Support

  • Scheduled & Random World Events

  • Exploration Rewards via Event Markers, Notes, and Tapes

  • Lengthy Chapters (Average of Six Months)

  • Active & Friendly Staff

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We had a great opening day! Here are some screenshots of the characters inside and outside the bunker, and our prompt for newcomers:

It’s been exactly one year since everything changed..
In late April, a heavy knock to your door turned out to be the military, pushing you into a bus with only the clothes on your back. There were many buses, going in all sorts of directions.

Perhaps you lost someone in the panic- perhaps you were alone, in that crowded bus, overseen by armed soldiers. In a blur of motion, you and those others find yourself in a bunker, for quarantine. Here you will be safe and guarded, no matter how much you protested.

The world outside lives on, you're sure of it. Over the radio, you can hear it- rumors of HAZMAT teams, then news stories of sick people biting each other in the streets, then simply cries for help. Help from you? From the government? From whatever structure is left? Even if you could reply, not even those nameless voices seem to know.

As spring turned to summer, summer turned to fall, and finally fall became a very harsh winter, those cries for help became begging for food, for warmth, and then.. nothing.

Within what may very well be the final operational quarantine bunker, you look to your fellow citizens, and to your weakening leadership. This was supposed to be temporary, in the beginning. There was enough food for a year, for it all to blow over, but that year has almost passed. What little there is on the radio now speaks of rapture, of terror disguised as otherworldly beauty.

The bravest among you look out to the sealed door, and the whispers begin.

“What’s become of the world?”

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It’s been exactly one year since everything was lost..
The world before is a distant memory, replaced by scraped-together shelters, hastily-traded ammo, and the ever-looming threat of horrifically beautiful nature. The Quarantine Zone you were initially shuffled into lies in a forgotten ruin, overgrown and lethal.

You'd do better than that, you thought. Either alone or with others, as long as you had your freedom- it'd be enough. Things were getting better, as summer turned to fall. The radio was full of chatter, even if some of it was still military propaganda.

Then the snow began to fall.

Temperatures plummeted, freezing crops and starving livestock. The pollen of spring and summer was replaced with a strange sludge that swallowed up any hopes of Atkinson's slowing down.

With dwindling supplies and the ongoing threat of the infection, the worst begins. You begin to freeze. You begin to starve. Time is running out, you can feel it in your empty stomach and deeper in your bones, and so you do something reckless.

You, and so many others, take the risk of an approaching blizzard to scavenge for much-needed supplies. By foot or by chill-stalled car, the snow quickly becomes too much just in time to find what you hope is shelter- an abandoned bunker.

..And yet the door is still sealed. Whatever is inside might be dangerous, but you're running out of options- you're freezing. You raise a hand to knock, and pray, wondering in the back of your mind:

“Do they know what's become of the world?”

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In our launch event, seasoned survivors that have been roaming the apocalyptic Knox for the past year have been trapped outside of a bunker in a deadly blizzard, begging for shelter. Inside, an unexposed group of Zone Citizens listen to their pleas. Will they keep the door sealed, or will they let these strangers into their small slice of paradise?

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