the apocalypse meme

[loregasm]

it's the end of the world as we know it


and damn do i feel fine.
Apocalypse meme for all your apocalyptic scenario needs.

HOW TO PLAY:
- Comment with character. Add your preferences, possible plot ideas, maybe some brief information on the character.
- Comment to others. Mix and match your preferred scenario or RNG it if you can't choose.
- Have fun and play nice!

PROMPTS:

TIMEFRAME

1. Impending doom. Patient Zero is loose, something was sighted off the Atlantic coast, a prophecy from on high - it's the beginning of the end, and only a few people know. There's not much time left, so best get preparin'.

2. Falling apart around us. You were there when it began, and now you're in the thick of it. The natural, the supernatural, or even your fellow man are against you now, and the only thought on your mind should be survival.

3. From the ashes. Whether you remember peaceful days or not, it's over now, and this is your life for good. Whatever happened has changed your world forever, and whether you choose to adapt or rebuild, nothing will ever quite be the same as it was.



CAUSE

1. Natural disaster. Storm's coming, water's rising, earth's shaking. Whether it's the whole world that's in danger or only a piece of it, you're in the line of fire and this one's gonna be a doozy.

2. War. World powers collided, or maybe everyone thought there was something worth fighting for. Then the swords flashed, or the bombs fell, or the dragon knights swarmed the villages, and now everyone's asking - was it worth all this?

3. Disease. Infection's in the air (or the water, or the bugs, or the mana.) When the doctors drop dead, who's left to fight the plague? Can't trust anyone to come near you, not even your friends, and especially the mysterious immune.

4. Monsters. Zombies, demons, kaiju, titans, Elder Gods? They're not human, they're not happy, and they're coming soon to a city near you.

5. Aliens. Monsters are scary, but aliens are organized. And they have cool spaceships. Can the human species stand together in the face of this threat?

6. Dystopia. Surely, this isn't the end. Why, it's a whole new beginning! Peace and prosperity...so why does it feel so wrong sometimes?



RELATIONSHIP

1. Buddy system. Stick together for safety and try not to kill each other while you're at it. You might even get to liking each other after a few years of this.

2. Enemies. Whether you're competing for resources or on opposite sides of a conflict, you've got reason to hate each other.

3. Friends to the end. Or siblings, or family, or lovers, or whatever. You knew each other before this, and now you're each others' emotional (and possibly moral) anchor. Death flags abound.

4. Let's be heroes. You hold the cure, the secret weapon, the map to paradise, and whether you're on your own or part of The Resistance, your mission is to save lives. All of them, preferably.

5. Let's be villains. You're in this for the fun of watching the world burn. Why? You tell me, you twisted little fucks. Can come in "co-conspirators" and "facing down the mastermind" flavors.

6. Rock bottom. Prisoners, slaves, soldiers, infected. The two of you have been through hell and have yet to come back - might as well wallow together. Or maybe you had the guts to fight back?


SCENARIO

1. Fighting to survive. Watch each others' backs! (Or try to put a knife in them, if that's your thing.)

2. A quiet moment. Swapping solemn stories around a campfire while you nurse each others' wounds - treasure these moments, because they don't come along too often.

3. Death...or worse. Goddammit you said you weren't going to get bitten and now look what happened.

4. Letting loose. Laughter is good for the soul, especially in times like these. Surely, you can recreate the things that used to delight you in the world before the end.

5. Future in your hands. You're in a situation to uncover all the sordid details of how the end of the world began - and you've got what you need to change it all, for better or for worse. The question is, are you willing?

6. Love in a hopeless place. Nobody's an island, and these are tough times on even the most hardened heart.

7. A day in the life. Anarchy isn't the only outcome - maybe there's an force trying to stop the disaster, or control it, or perhaps advance it. As members of this organization, you're not always in the thick of things, giving you plenty of time to watch the world fall and ponder your contribution .

7. Other. There's a whole world of apocalypse tropes out there. Go nuts.

Comments

[formersurgeon]

[Joan gets up, watches what he's doing for a moment, then surveys the room.]

Um. Yeah. A little. What do you need to know?

[daughterless]

Up to the next floor? [wave of the hand indicates the stairwell]

Or down? [that's definitely the air vent he's pointing at.]

It'll be a tight fit, but better'n us getting trapped up top if there's no place to go.

sylar | heroes

[watchmaker]

finnick odair | the hunger games

[65]

[ultach]

That's right, you didn't. I said I didn't care if you liked it.

[ Lancer didn't feel like adding please now, especially after Avenger asked him to. He was sure Avenger didn't give a shit either way, or that was his estimation of the other Servant. He didn't particularly like him either, but it hey, he didn't have much of a choice where companions were concerned. ]

We have to--

[ The problem was, he didn't know what to do. He was a warrior. He killed people. He didn't bring them back to life. He had his runes, so it wasn't as if he couldn't heal, but that wasn't the same thing. He didn't know what to do about a catastrophe like this. It wasn't something he'd experienced before. ]

Shit, I don't know what we're supposed to do. Find survivors? Or a cure. Or there's got to be something we can do.

[formersurgeon]

Up will eventually take us to the roof. The air vents will take us to the AC units in the basement. I'd guess which way we go depends on whether you want to run or make a stand.

derek hale | teen wolf

[triskeled]

[Kinda leaning more towards the Zombies promp (because it's ZOMBIES!) but the others are okay as well.]

[daughterless]

That'll depend. You any good with a gun?

[brainiest]

[ Hermione keeps her mouth shut after that, just walking. It's hard to reconcile with the fact that she might never see her parents again - and even if she did, it would take a lot of magic to undo the memory charm she'd cast. There was a reason she was the best at charms in her year. Swallowing back the pain, she trekked forward.

They walked in silence for a long period, their steps getting shorter as they got more tired. When it hit late noon, Hermione shook her head and motioned to stop. ] I think we've earned a quick rest, don't you?

[threatenings]

[ he started a bit, having not heard her voice in what seemed like ages. but with wide eyes he nodded, moving off the makeshift trail with her. ]

Only a quick one? [ it was a joke more than anything else, and he smiled, dropping himself unceremoniously onto the ground. ]

[brainiest]

[ she grins, nodding her head. ]

Yes, just a quick one. Enough to rest our legs and maybe have a drink.

[ reaching into her bag, she offers him his bottle of water again, digging deeper and pulling out some other odd food, perusing it absently. ]

Buddy System

[peregrination]

[ Things seem to be falling apart around them, but it's nothing new for robed figure flapping over to the white wolf. ]

( ≒ ) !

[ Not sure if that pong sound will be a good way of communicating with this strange creature, but he tries anyway! Making friends is important, particularly among ruins of what once was. ]

[threatenings]

[ he accepted the water with a nod of thanks, letting out a little sigh. it was amazing how tired he was, and he could see his exhaustion echoed on her face. ]

Water's never tasted this good.

[brainiest]

[ She can't help her laugh, shaking her head fondly. ]

It's miraculous, isn't it? I don't think Pumpkin Juice will ever compare again.

[threatenings]

Quite miraculous. [ he agrees, refilling the bottle again. ] We never did find that river.

[balinesian]

((OOC: No good?))

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!! and is also so long. ahehrh

[richkidwithissues]

Bruce slipped out of his new restraints hours ago, but this time he didn't require any particular parlor tricks: his hands were blood-slick enough to squelch through the cuffs. Like peeling meat from shrink wrap. The real effort was realigning his fingers afterwards, which he remembers being able to do in mere seconds before—but there's a heady weight in his system that he registers as, clinically, enough sedative to put down a grown bull, so fixing his hands requires the same terse focus he used to apply to more complex tasks. Fixing engines. Building weapons. Fighting criminal elements.

On nights when Bruce's patience doesn't feel so frayed, he knows the criminal element is indistinguishable from the medical community these days. In the first weeks of the spread, while it hammered Gotham's population thinner than paper, Bruce had assessed his own vulnerability—and found it completely absent. The donation of his time, then his body, had been a gesture made in pragmatic desperation. And then, as the world began to crumble utterly outside the walls of the research facility, they took by force what had before been freely offered.

Bruce has been counting the days. There have been, roughly, one hundred and forty-one. He has spent many of those days unconscious. He has escaped twice. They have found him twice.

He's been stewing, listening to the sound of his own wet breaths and letting the feeling return to his hands, when a body thuds into the cell. He glances up.

If the sedative has been making Bruce's heart thud like a drum in his chest, the sight of Tim's body curled in on itself makes his very blood rattle. He pushes away from the wall against which he's been hunkered, his arm already reaching long before he actually arrives at Tim's side.

His shoulder is oddly cool under Bruce's hand. Bruce sucks in another breath through his teeth, tries to combat the swell of fear that batters his exhausted lungs.

“Tim,” he says. His throat is dry, his voice cracking. “Tim.”

omg ITS AWESOME THO ILL WAIT FOREVER FOR MORE ohgod

[timothydrake]

The touch grates on his nerves. He's seen so much here, been through everything imaginable and some things even he couldn't think of on his own, and he wouldn't put it past the scientists and doctors and government officials to drug him so bad he hallucinates. And of course, he'd hallucinate Bruce. Why the hell not, right? Someone he lost early on. Someone he loved. Loves.

Tim shoves the vision away, snarling like a wounded dog. "Don't touch me." His voice is rough raw, slurred, sluggish but sharp. He's up on his hands and knees, glowering through the tousle of unwashed, dark hair, the fringe of it hanging over his eyes like a veil.

Looking at the vision, the hallucination, Tim could almost cry. It looks so much like Bruce. He wants to reach out and touch it. Grip it. Find out that it was real and warm and breathing. Focusing, he swallows the urge to fall into its arms. It's then he notices the blood. The dislocated joints in his thick fingers. Tim tries to focus.

"Bruce....?" Tim shakes himself. "You're not real."

:* :* :*

[richkidwithissues]

Bruce swallows hard, then has to swallow again, grazing his other hand over the side of Tim's head. His fingers leave a trail of blood that's nearly indistinguishable from the grime congealing on Tim's face; Bruce tilts it up to assess his pupils, gulping air past another thick lump in his own throat.

“It's me,” he says, after a pause. It's important to keep talking, to draw Tim from the lull he's under, but the words are long in coming. They're warring with his disbelief.

He thought—he couldn't find any of them, when he escaped the first time. He made his way north to Gotham, half on foot and half in cars, siphoning gas with his teeth. There were survivors scattered on the roadsides, a dozen or so all in all, perhaps with more hidden in the shadows; and even with their hungry hands looking to take him down piece by healthy, living piece, looking into the faces of regular people submitting to murder, he still couldn't kill them. Not even when their relentlessness made his hope of seeing his team again that much more distant.

They'd all been gone, and he'd just—

“It's me,” Bruce repeats, and he's trying to hide the thickness in his voice, he really is. “I'm here.” He pushes the hair back from Tim's face. “And real.”

[brainiest]

[ She sighs, looking around. ]

There's still time. If we don't, then I suppose I'll just have to get us some makeshift baths. I'd much rather find a river than use that much magic, though.

[buildingdreams]

"It's been busy." She runs a hand through her hair before taking a seat. "You design one good building, suddenly everyone around the world is asking you for one. Though I don't really see why - the attacks have been decreasing in intensity. The entire stats department says so."

[threatenings]

[ he nods in understanding, wondering when he had given up complete control to her. his trust paced squarely in her hands; that she would take care of them, of this. ]

If all else fails, we can cast a perfumed charm. [ a last resort, surely, but it could do in a pinch. at least until they arrived back at the castle. ]

[timothydrake]

"They said you were dead," he murmurs, staring at Bruce with indescribable want, a desperation for this hallucination to be real and tangible and there to be touched. Against all his better judgment, he reaches out, both hands clasping against Bruce's sweat-slicked skin, gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscles shift beneath. He can feel old callouses and new beneath his fingertips, all the patterns of scars and bruises and knots, and his eyes go a little foggy before they focus. "They said you were all dead."

A laugh tears out. Nothing funny about the situation, but Tim's barely lucid. "I had this theory...but if you were dead, it wouldn't work." His eyes lid and close, and he bows his head, letting it rest on Bruce's chest, against the warmth of him. It's been six months since he's been touched with any amount of consideration or kindness.

"Inoculations," he slurs, trying to make the words make sense. "Something we injected. All of us, right? Not just you and me, but--" Tim isn't sure he's being concise, but his brain is so foggy. His lips part and he mouths a kiss to Bruce's dirty skin. "--missed you."

[brainiest]

[ She laughs, looking over and smiling. He could be funny when he wanted to be and she wished she'd seen more of that when she was at school. Of course, her blood and her friendship with Harry had sealed her fate long before she'd even come face-to-face with Malfoy. ]

Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

[threatenings]

Mine always came out peppermint-y, did that ever happen to you? [ he asks between sips, smiling bemusedly. he was funny, he knew it. just because he usually covered it up with prattishness and generally churlish behavior didn't mean it wasn't there. ]