What the hell? What has happened? One minute I'm with my friends working, the next they are gone? Why? So many unanswered questions, yet they are all answered with a simple phrase: They pressed the big red button of the Cold War. But why here? Why launch a nuke here? This place has no strategic significance to the Russians, yet they blew it apart. Now I am here, alone, stranded, and having no idea where I am. But what did I see? I saw the apocalypse, that's what I saw. My entire city, my entire life, blown away in a simple mushroom. Sometimes I dreamt of it happening, sometimes I wished it would blow this God forsaken city away. Now it has happened. Now I know what they mean by be careful what you wish for. My life has just been blown away, and I have nothing but this pen and this journal that I have found among the wreckage. It appears it was once a journal that somebody kept private note in. But this one is barely written in. And I know for sure, 100% for that matter, that this is no longer private. I know that the person who once wrote in it is dead, like everyone else . . . but me. Why me? Why did I survive but my closest friends didn't? I know they are dead. I just know it. Itâs a feeling inside me, the strongest gut feeling I've ever felt. I assume that this is a parking lot, or maybe a street. It could also be the glassed remains of the woods outside here. That is a very real possibility. I have no idea though. I don't see any street signs, or even landmarks that I have become so keen to. Just an endless field of asphalt and I'm pretty sure glass. I also see the occasional car, but they aren't working. They are just smoldering ruins and melted metal. That reminds me. I wonder if my music survived on my MP3 player. I'll go look. I'll write once again if I find it. I'll also need to find shelter.
-Joseph
Enjoy! I wrote it. It's in journal format, obviously. I'm taking a project I was writing and turning it into a journal format. Not sure if it is a new format for AG, but I'm writing it anyway.
I want to join the apoclypse and apocalypse RPG so i post my sheet.
Name: Darrel Rayne Age: 21 Gender: Male Personality: Calm in every sitution he deals with, although he might bee too slow sometimes, but he got very fast reaction when he needs to. Its not easy to annoy him, but when it happens, you better dont go near to him. Always helpfull, sometimes naive, because he trusts almost everyone. He has a great sense of humor. Items: Black hoodie, Dark blue baggy pants(rapper clothes), spray can, red bandana. (not a member of bloodz) Appearance: Middle sized, athletic, dark skin. Background: As a kid growing in Bronx, he had only two choices to survive in the hood, becoming a gangster or graffiti writer, he chose the second. He was writing on walls and trains with his friends, he learned to be very cautious and sneaky, always hated cops.
