There are plenty of normal person texting memes. Texts from hot messes and mom friends, texts for normal days, texts for booty calls. You know what we don't have? Texts from holy shit we're going to die what the fuck is this. That's right. It's time to chit-chat when shit is going bad. We'll give you some ideas to get you started, but you're not tethered to them! We're not the apocalypse cops.
TYPES
1. REAL TEXTS Whatever is going on, texting still works. You can get ahold of loved ones even if it's spotty. Warnings during a contagion outbreak? Messaging mom while being chased by an axe murderer? 2. SPACE TEXTS Sure, you're getting chased by a Xenomorph, but you really need to send pizza hut the pizza emoji so they bring you some food. Maybe you're contacting loved ones via text (or hologram voicemail or whatever) before going to a final battle. 3. NO TEXTS Things are way too fucked up. Every form of texting is down. There's nothing doing to fix it, but you have to get messages out somehow. Messages spray painted on walls, notes left in safe houses, letters sent via courier. Do you meet along the way somewhere? Catch someone scrawling a warning? 4. BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE Something a little more light-hearted. Maybe you're stuck at a shitty date and need a friend to get you out. Maybe you're lost in the woods and need help. Maybe your car broke down and you're on the side of the road.
As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!
[Sent from some high ranking politician's phone, a bit past 9pm on a weekday night.]
21:07
Some freaks just stormed the building and started killing people!
21:08
They said to call this number in case of freaks so DO SOMETHING!!!
[At the other end of the connection, Elenora rolls her eyes at the screen in the hands of the shaking man sitting at the desk of the administrative building's main office. She should have done this herself, but on the other hand she would never have managed to reach this guy's yellingly rude entitlement, so perhaps this will be more convincing. It definitely will be, once all of this is said and done.]
The shimmering silver doe is as corporeal as ever but Lily's voice from it sounds tired and strained with the weight of whatever's happened at home. It's all she sends, at first.
[ Spray painted on a rocky outcropping, somewhere between the Commonwealth and the Capital Wasteland, is the unmistakable sign of a skull and crossbones. Beneath that is written 'DEATHCLAWS AHEAD'.
A bit to the left, stuck to an old billboard with a just-as-old knife, is a note. ]
❤,
Deathclaws moved hunting grounds. Not sure what's up. I was going to wait here for you but this is a pretty common route and if something is moving the 'claws in, it's probably something bad. Either way, people are going to need help.
Don't get torn to pieces. I'd tell you not to try and come help but I kind of doubt you'll listen.
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