prompt(ai generated): You wake up in a dimly lit, abandoned city. The sky is overcast with dark, heavy clouds, and a faint mist lingers in the air. The streets are eerily silent, except for the distant creaks of old, rusting metal. Buildings around you are in ruins, with broken windows and scattered debris. The remnants of once-bustling shops and homes lie in disarray. You have no recollection of how you got here or what happened before. what would you do?
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Rules:
- no powerful ocs(make them normal if you have to)
- any gender is allowed
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Mr. J. Arnold Anderson Davis(in his war time): huh, what happened here...
*begins to point his Colt M16A3 in case any hunter, sniper or enemy soldier attacks him..*

*dead silence*

Mr. J. Arnold Anderson Davis(in his war time): Anyone there...
*his said in a bit loud tone, still echoing the around the abandoned place full of ruble*

*no response...*

Mr. J. Arnold Anderson Davis(in his war time):...
*sighs* I knew this could be a bombed or attacked furry-populated city at that point.. now I have to search for others even if it means by trespassing, I need to still find them and keep them in a safe place. far from this war-torn place.. *Gets Rifle and begins searching for people. building by building, stop by store without any rest.*

I do need capital. And votes. Wanna know why? "I have a dream." That one day, every person in this nation will control their OWN destiny. A land of the TRULY free, dammit. A nation of ACTION, not words. Ruled by STRENGTH, not committee. Where the law changes to suit the individual, not the other way around. Where power and justice are back where they belong: in the hands of the people! Where every man is free to think -- to act -- for himself! F**k all these limp-dick lawyers and chicken-shit bureaucrats. F**k this 24/7 Internet spew of trivia and celebrity bullshit. F**k "American pride". F**k the media! F**k all of it! America is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it -- we need to pull it out by the roots. WIpe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes, a new America will be born. Evolved, but untamed! The weak will be purged, and the strongest will thrive -- free to live as they see fit, they will make America GREAT AGAIN!
You still don't get it. I'm using war as a business to get elected... so I can end war as a business! In my new America, people will die and kill for what they BELIEVE! Not for money, not for oil! Not for what they're told is right. Every man will be free to fight his own wars!

Echo: What the hell? Where am I? *she looks around*

*Scrap sat up with a slight fit of coughing, looking around and clearing their throat*

“God, my fricken’ back-“ *They mumbled and stood up, looking around at the abandoned scenery,* “what the hell?”

*dead silence*

~Your name is Loaz Whittman. You are agender and go by they/it. You are 22 years old with the mental capacity of someone half of that. And you... have no idea where you are. What's new?~

Loaz snaps awake, eyes shooting open as they push themself to sitting against the rough, cracked asphalt. It takes in a sharp breath, air startlingly cold. That's when their eyes start to process what's around them. It's dull here, not bright like where they were before. The warm yellows and oranges and pinks of their room are absent, replaced by looming, cold buildings. It's such stark contrast they wonder for a moment if they're hallucinating it all. As if they'd taken in so much light and color that their brain just. Stopped processing it. But as they roll a pebble from the street around beneath their fingers, they understand that must not be the case.
"Where..." It mutters, unable to croak up anything more.

Moonstar/Parker:*slight groan as his vision clears*ow....my head

*suddenly a helicopter glides across the sky*

Moonstar/Parker:"!" *In mind* "No- I mean there's no way that-"

*the helicopter flies by and it doesn't seem to notice you just yet*

Moonstar/Parker:"OI DOWN HERE!" *in mind* "..."

*the helicopter did not spot you*

Moonstar/ Parker: *in mind* Fudge

*do you try to follow it or do you set another goal*

*follow it*

*as you make attempts to follow it, it seemed useless to follow it. do you still try?*

*sits*

(remember that one rp with James and his family?)
*2 cars were seen in the distance*

(yea?)
"Hm?"

(they are coming back :] )
*the cars stop a while back*

(YIPPIE)
*sneeks*

*they get out and one of them(Samuel) said:* "Thought I saw something..."

*in mind* shoot

*they scanned the area intently*
???(James): you sure you saw somethin'?
???(Samuel): It doesn't hurt to check does it?
???(James): Yeah, whatever.

"..."

*dead silence*

Moonstar/Parker: H-Hello~

*no answer. what do you do now?*

*looks around*

*your surroundings are abandoned and heavily damaged.*

Moonstar/Parker: What the f**k happened here?

*as you take a moment to remember what happened, nothing came.*

Moonstar/Parker: *tries contacting home base but nothing is getting through*

*what do you do next*

Moonstar/Parker: *walks around* "..." *in mind* "....did-"

(Day #13 of using the first character in my camera roooolllll-)

Mark: “What- the hell happened-“ *he said to himself, looking around curiously*

(wassup)
*the surroundings were heavily damaged, its a miracle it didn't collapse yet*

(Hi :))
*he got to his feet, unsure of what the hell happened*

*the silence was deafening*

Mark: …hello?

*no response*