Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26084195-20160221072634

"Nobody knows quite how it happened. One day they were there, the next they were gone. It seemed like a miracle at first. But we didn't know what it cost us until after the dust cleared. E.D.E.N. somehow managed to save us and damn us at the same time. They stopped the walking dead from walking, and made sure it would never happen again. But some say we're all walking dead now. Walking dead of a different kind. Of course, they only say that where the drones and spies won't hear them. And there are precious few places like that left. E.D.E.N. had just what we needed just when we needed it, and they could have charged the world for it.

So, of course, they did."

In this RP, you are a character living in the year 2077. Sixty years ago, a meteor shower brought with it some form of radiation that was unknown to man before then. The radiation spread across the globe, but its effects weren't immediate. But when irradiated living creatures died, they didn't really die. Through a process science will likely never understand, their minds and bodies were preserved by the radiation, and they only maintained the most basic of instincts: to feed. And they preferred living flesh above all else. It was like the zombies out of pop culture, only the reality was far worse.

The governments and military were woefully unprepared for this. How could you fight an enemy that just kept growing? Eighty percent of the things that died, whether killed by the ghouls or not, became one. Not just Humans, but tigers and dogs and deer and rats. Everything.

The ghouls ravaged the world for three years, and with each year things grew worse and worse for Humanity, as their numbers only shrunk while their enemies grew.

Then, in 2020, came George O'bannon and E.D.E.N. This corporation had been silent all throughout those three years. Those who gave it a thought assumed that the ghouls had gotten them. But no. E.D.E.N. had been working in secret to develop a cure for this awful ghoulish affliction. Their CEO, George O'bannon, contacted what remained of the world's governments. He had something they needed, and he could charge whatever he pleased. Of course, the governments, what with the sorry state they were in, could not pay anything. So E.D.E.N. sent out a vast army of lawyers to draw up contracts. A million words to say one thing:

E.D.E.N. runs everything.

What choice did they have? It was this or extinction. The contracts were signed, and the cure was released. The dead went back to being dead, and nobody else turned into ghouls. It was like salvation from heaven itself. But the salvation didn't come from heaven, it came from the Garden of E.D.E.N., and boy was the price hefty.

The flag bearing E.D.E.N.'s logo flies high over every town. They own everything now. The old governments exist, but they're just a farce. E.D.E.N. chooses who is elected into office, and E.D.E.N.'s lawyers decide which laws pass. E.D.E.N. owns everything in some form or another, and everyone works for E.D.E.N. in some capacity. No matter where they spend their paycheck, it all goes right back to E.D.E.N.

E.D.E.N. is everywhere. E.D.E.N. sees all. The drones whizzing around, the E.D.E.N. security forces on every corner, and George O'bannon's face on every billboard, his voice coming out of every PA system, see to that.

E.D.E.N. rules all, and everybody knows it.

But not everyone accepts it...

In this RP, you are a person living in New York City. A town that is now squeaky clean, glittering white, and almost unrecognizable. You are little more than a source of labor in the eyes of E.D.E.N., and you live under the constant, watchful eye of George O'bannon. But what can be done about your situation? Nothing, unless you want to end  up in a reeducation camp. At least, that's what you've been told all your life. There is no escaping the grasp of E.D.E.N.... is there? Surely those rumours about a resistance force can't be true...

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