Thank you to everyone who took an interest in the Unlucky Few. Applications are now closed.
Application Deadline: All characters must be submitted for review by Friday, September 29th, 2017 at 10:00pm PDT.
Friday, September 29th, 2017 @ 2:35pm PDT
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It’s been sixteen years since the world stopped working.
Started like any other flu, seemed no more virulent or contagious than your average winter influenza but brought a terrible fever, a dry cough. We had no immunity. Rich countries underestimated its virulence. Small, developing countries didn’t have the resources or education and training to stem the tide of infections. The survival rate started low. Lower than the flu. People were recovering.
Measures were taken. They weren’t strict or soon enough in many cases. The infection rate gre. The mortality rate grew. They closed borders. Stopped schools and non-essential workplaces. Just for a while they said. To slow the progress of the disease. At first they expected it to last a couple of weeks. Then it was months.
It took mostly the old and infirm and the very young at first. Those with underlying health conditions. Smokers and those with cardiovascular disease. Then, people who had recovered got sick again. And everyone who got sick twice died.
It affected the healthy, the strong and the able-bodied. There was a desperate scramble for a cure that ultimately met with failure as the civilized world fell into dissolution, its societies failing in the face of cataclysmal population loss.
Things fell apart fast as the mortality rate increased. The power grid failed. Order could not be maintained. Cities and towns burned, were looted, gutted and left abandoned.
Some who lived in remote areas or who managed to find such places afterwwars managed to survive. In the time that’s passed they have had to survive by living off the land, by scavenging and hunting and growing what they could in order to eat. These they called The Unlucky Few.
You are a member of such a group. Having survived the initial outbreak and the time since then you are part of a small farming commune in Grand Junction, Colorado. Your group is made up of a few hardy folk who gathered around the idea of living not only for yourselves but also for one another.
Your farmstead is remote and self sufficient. You get few visitors. A couple of times a year a trader comes through to bring necessities and news of the places they have been in exchange for some of your harvest. A trapper family who lives in the mountains north of you winters at your commune in exchange for furs and meat every year.
These are your only contacts with the outside world and neither of them bring stories that persuade you there is anything worth leaving your commune for.
You are harvesting your crops now, readying for the winter. Preparing the buildings for the snow and for the cold, chopping firewood.
Everything you want and need is right here. It is a hard but simple life. You work, you raise livestock, you plant and harvest. You store food for the winter, you watch water levels and annual snow pack. There is peace and prosperity to this life.
But like all good things this too must come to an end.
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