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AVALANCHE.
BLOOD-EATER.
avalon, my character for a darkwater creek campaign i'm running!
The world ended 13 years ago. Negligence, recklessness and cross-contamination led to the spread of wasting diseases to parasites, which adapted quickly to spread it by burrowing into a mammal's brain— any mammal's brain. Initial onset was fast, and came with mild flu-like symptoms. Parasite dormant in the frontal lobe, waiting. Enter stage 1. Affected began deteriorating. Some fast, some slow. Symptoms varied, but shared the same growth; what would start as memory problems would turn into poor coordination, would lead to dementia and behavioral changes, would lead to unusual disordered eating, aggression, and death. Four stages, two months to a year. They said it spreads through bodily fluids. Over half of the world population affected, on estimate. But how can anyone know for sure? What remains is scattered, fragmented. The wastes and the deep wastes are left abandoned, sugarcoated by those with power, made to not exist. The cities are bubbles where life goes on as before, and people think it's over— no more pandemic, no more disease. Billions of people alive still, and it does not need to be specified how many exactly. What remains is a graveyard. Automated processes dating back over a decade running as before, imitating an empty semblance of life. People long dead kept alive by their digital legacy, dead weight dragged along by a people stuck in declivity. Enter stage 5.
'Where you go, I go,' Mikhail simply stated, and he reached out again to take Vitali's hand in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze– the words "I promise" lingering on his lips like the taste of liquor in the back of his throat. He couldn't say it. Time had yet to heal that wound, and for now, all he could do was repeat himself, pull Vitali closer, let his heartbeat say the rest. 'I won't let you out of my sight again.'
old concept for vitali's time in arasaka's captivity where they shave his head and he lets his hair grow back out in its natural color. eventually decided against this but it wouldn't be a bad look on him
three weirdos walk into a bar in space... everyone meet @mojaves' sledge (they/he), @amberjawbone's chassie (she/her), and my royce (he/him), our very functional mothership crew! collab with @amberjawbone who did the beautiful linework, and i colored it ^_^
quick sketches of two of the new characters i introduced to my players in continuum, a mothership rpg campaign i'm running :]
tfw you need to steal an accelerator core but instructions are unclear and you accidentally get the whole space train stuck in a time loop