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THE LAST [X] ALIVE MEME

Everyone likes to think of themselves as unique, but what if you weren't just a bit different. What if you were the only one like you at all?

Well you'd end up in a sexual scenario obviously. Lets find out what one.

Instructions:
1) Post your characters, their canon and your preferences. Make sure to note if there are scenarios you aren't into, some of these could involve non-con, dub-con, incest, pregnancy etc.
2) Either roll up two numbers or pick a pair that you like, reply to other comments. Alternatively use your own comment to provide any number of short introductions to scenes you would like to play.

First, what are you the last of?

1. The last of your sex. The battle of the sexes had to end one way or the other. And you are the lone remnant of your side. Maybe it was a virus, radiation from space or a purposeful purge, but you're the only one with your genitals left.

2. The last of your species. Your mother? Dead. Your father? Dead. Your siblings? Dead. Everyone who shares your genetics right back to the last time the evolutionary tree branched? Dead. Except for you. Welcome to the 'good as extinct' species list, buddy. Don't matter if you're a human, vampire, unicorn or panda, you're all there is.

3. The last of your organisation. If it was the noble empire that ruled the world, the brightest band of stars of the musical world, practiser of a now lost art or the criminal association that terrorised the innocent, they're all gone but you. By assassination or accident, you're the only one carrying the (literal or metaphorical) mark identifying you as the last of the world famous group.

4. The last of your home. Remember that sleepy old home town of yours? In that lovely home country? Possibly on your beloved home planet? Well, you're the only one that does. If it was war, an accident or just the passage of time, you're a refugee who can never go home.

5. The last of your lineage. Congrats. You're so orphaned you don't have a trace of any family anywhere. Unfortunately, it turns out that your bloodline is kind of important. Maybe you're royalty or the heir to an enormous fortune, maybe your family has been prophesied to overthrow the Dark Lord. Whatever floats your boat.

6. The last...whatever. Sorry, didn't catch that. You're the last whatever you want to be.

Oh, so you're the last [X]? That sucks. So what's happening now?

1. In hiding. There's a reason you're the last, after all. Something nasty went down and you're hiding from the consequences. Sadly, the time has come for your secret to be revealed. If you're confiding in a trusted friend or you slipped up and are being blackmailed, you two now share a secret that links you together.

2. Milking it for all it's worth! Yeah it's sad and lonely and all that, but it's also a way to cash in. You control the only supply of whatever you are and demand is high, baby. You're famous and loving it. And look at all those groupies you've got without competition getting int the way...

3. Not quite the last. You've been alone for a long time now, without anyone who can really understand what it's like to be you. Good news! You're not as alone as you thought. Turns out there's another last [X] out there. Through fortune or active searching it's time for you to meet and emotions are guaranteed to run high.

4. Rebuilding. Just because you're the only one around doesn't mean you have to be the last. Could be that you're spending your days in a laboratory under going attempts to artificially increase your numbers...if you want to or not. Even if they can't biologically help, a certain doctor might have been a shoulder to cry on too. Could be that you're looking for that first apprentice you'll use to recreate your once proud group. Or you're just trying to spread your genes the old fashioned way, all day every day.

5. Getting even. Your [X] is dead...murdered... And someone's responsible! You've dedicated your life to justice or revenge. But once you've got them in your sights, something happens. Maybe killing them isn't enough and you need to humiliate them first. Perhaps dedicating your life to someone has created some odd feelings that have mixed with the feelings of the sex drive you suppressed getting this far. Or even worse, they've turned the tables and you're the one who is on the receiving end. They could always be feeling guilty and you could forgive them too...

6. Something else. You're probably more creative than me. Come up with something cool, why don't you.

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[No incest, but dubcon/noncon and impregnation are all right.]

O loved Laguna, all those beautiful beaches with all of these magnificent homes held high above said beaches. Monoliths to wealth, and the American dream. Laguna beach really had been where God rested on the eighth day. So when a sudden war broke out between the united Mexican Cartels and anyone that those Cartels had their sights set on in California? A war that those Cartels used in order to begin assimilating every single drug organization on American soil into their own ranks. A war that started first with the pot growers, then on through every other organization they could get their grubby hands upon.

... it all turned into a war that was far worse then anyone could ever have imagined! Their war spun out of control as they began the killing of innocent people along with those people that these Cartel's so dearly wished to put their boot heals upon. It went from a drug war upon American soil to something that soon would begin to go global. So many innocent young adults, and children began to die due to starvation, as well as the hardships that war tended to bring. The Americans finally rose up hard, with the aide of the Canadians, in an effort to push those invading forces back to their own land.

Contained on the West Coast for the moment, all of the cities closest to the Mexican border started to get wiped out in droves. Eventually that all out devastation was reaching places even farther north.

Chon had forced O, and Ben into hiding while he went headlong into the fray. All of his efforts were focused on keeping all three of them free, and alive. When the day came that Chon died? Ben and O felt themselves break because the three of them had always believed that when one went, all three should go. It took everything they both had to not join Chon. To live as long as they could in his memory. Their joint focus was to go into some serious hiding, because neither wanted or wished to actually fight. They found themselves living in the woods closest to Laguna and they were barely surviving as it were. They lived in an encampment with other refugees from all nearby towns and cities.

As the war raged on, Ben would be the next one to pass on by giving his life to save O and the others. He and a bunch of the other refugees died when they had gotten found out by a rogue faction of Mexican soldiers. Now it was only O, a few orphaned children, and another much older woman that was left living in those woods. Pushed back farther than before they had found a cave to reside in. Still, it was up to herself and the other adult to find food, and water for whoever was left standing. Outside, alone, anything could happen since they were now all living in enemy territory.

Her Laguna beach would never be the same again.

Neeson was no stranger to the battlefield, hardened by his years as a mercenary living off money earned in blood. His reputation has preceded him to the extent of arbitrarily selecting the jobs that intrigued him the most, regardless of pay. Whether that was serving as hired muscle for the coup of a foreign dictatorship, rescuing tourists from terrorist kidnappings, or dousing the fire of rebellion in the Third World with a sufficient number of bullets. The job of looking for American survivors amidst the cartel war was hardly the most exciting opportunity, but Neeson's hedonistic lifestyle outside merc work had rendered him desperate for some green.

But there was no noble intent guiding his course here. Simply a job to do, money to make, and the people he'll have to save to do it. His first move was to trek through the wilderness nearest the epicenter of cartel violence. His own skills in tracking and camouflage ensured his stealthy maneuver into the woods, jumping from branch to branch almost silently. Quick to survey the environment, he noticed two women wandering below, presumably scrounging for food. Neeson promptly discarded the leaves and twigs he had adorned to blend in, then rappelled down a tree distant from his targets.

O would later be startled by the baritone timber behind her.

"That's no way to pick food," he laughed. "Unless you're looking to have poison for dinner, which I can't really blame you for given the circumstances."

The assault rifle on his person was not helping matters. Neither were the opaque goggles whose lenses obscured any chance of eye contact.

"But still. Dinner's going to have to wait."

O heard a voice, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. The older lady that was with her even let out a loud scream of surprise. O had to jump up next to her so she could put her hand over her mouth. Then she slowly turned the both of them around to face the voice. Who knew how many men he had with him?

"Who the fuck are you?" O had her free hand in the older woman's right pocket. The place where she kept their pistol. Now she was trying to pull it out, but her pocket was a bit too tight for O's hand, and the gun. Also all of her her struggles where making this whole thing obvious to boot.

"If you are here to kill us, just fucking do it. Stop trying to toy with us." She said in a bitter, angry voice. She was a bit shaky, in need of both food and water and with the cold both things had become harder to find. Well clean water that is, as well as any sort of game. So, the shakes were from hunger and thirst. Blatantly ignoring his jibes about them killing themselves. They had others to look after and they needed them.

"Oh, please. Kill you? Pay's not worth it, sorry."

He hardly moved, calm as if situations of tension and danger were his element. They were.

"My job's to save your asses, not end your misery." Neeson wouldn't have lived this long if he wasn't capable of noticing the heat the old lady was packing, though, and firmly gripped O's wrist - the one reaching for some firepower. "And ending mine won't do you much good, either."

As strong of a grip as his would not relent until he knew O would comply.

"Then why the fuck are you even here? We've only seen soldiers in these parts," she hissed out in a soft, harsh voice.

"By who's authority? Who sent you here?" O asked in a softer, less steady voice. The woman next to her was trembling wildly and looked pale as a ghost.

When he grabbed her wrist, O made a shocked sound. Pulling at her wrist, then using her other hand to dig her nails into his wrist and the back of his hand. She was going to dig hard until blood appeared or he let her go. "Let me fucking go! We don't know you, you could be anyone. Some Cartel shit-bag sent in to make us all feel a false safety before someone decides to kidnap us...or worse," she said in a growl. If he wouldn't let go of her hand soon, she was going to pound on the back of his hand, and dig her nails in until she saw the bone.

"And you think that you can be the only one with a gun here? You fucker. I've no reason to trust you."

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[WHO WOULD WANT THIS]

~grin~

((have an idea for Spock finding an isolated Pam on a deserted planet. Interested))

Sure! Wanna set 'er up?

It was obvious that this planet once was home to a civilized race. There were cities, with buildings decaying from age and neglect. There were roads, connecting those cities, getting broken by the winds and weather.

There was no sign of life. And few clues to how the race became extinct.

After extensive searching through ruins of cities, finally something was discovered. A greenhouse, located on the edge of city, that was blooming with life and seemed to be the only refuge left to this world.

This is where Pamela lived. Alone. Forgotten.

[Spock had been out on a research mission in deep space.

Ion storms were a great inconvenience. After his shuttle had crashed on the unmapped planet, Spock was left to wander the surface in search of shelter until the Enterprise found him.

Spock still had use of his scanners however, and he was able to conclude that there was indeed one lone life out there, no far from the crash sight.

The Vulcan made his way through the wastes of an abandoned city... until he came across a green house.
Spock called out...]

Is anyone there?

[When she first heard the sound, Pamela thought she was hallucinating. Remembering old memories, of when there were others around. When she wasn't alone]

[She finished collecting fruit from one of the trees, then stepped out of the foliage. When she turned, she saw him standing there, she froze for a moment.]

You... you are real, aren't you?