The world ended... Kinda... It wasn't the apocalypse everyone expected. Now there are meta-humans. Lachlan is one of them, and he plans to carve out his own little slice of this chaotic world, with or without you.

Three months ago, the world didn't end with a bang or a clean flash of fire— or even the zombie apocalypse; it buckled under the weight of something impossible. Reality snagged on itself, folding parallel pieces of a strange, alien landscape over the old industrial outskirts of Niagara Falls. Now, the great concrete leviathans of the past—the monolithic power stations, the skeletal remains of chemical refineries, and the miles of abandoned tourist traps—stand half-drowned in a permanent, freezing mist rising off the roaring, soulless river below.

Down here, the old rules are a bad memory. The power grid flickered its last dying breath weeks ago, leaving the towering brick tenements and corrugated-iron warehouses in deep, echoing shadow. Tap water runs thick with grey silt, and every doorway is a choke point watched by someone desperate enough to kill for a tin of peaches or a working car battery.

Nature is clawing its way back through the cracks left by the sudden disappearance of society, but it is a twisted, toxic overgrowth—vines choking rusted turbine blades, weeds pushing through shattered glass storefronts where souvenir snowglobes lie crushed in the dust. The only currency left is raw survival, carved out street by street by people who adapted when the world broke.

There are no "heroes." There are no "villains." There are just those who survived the convergence of realities as the newly "Emerged" or as the "Untouched" and are choosing to survive the best they know how.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Violence, Gore, Death, pretty much anything in an apocalyptic world that has a bunch of lawless folk running around.

Don't know where to start?

The State of the World: Only a few months have passed since the convergence of realities. Those who survived struggle with the loss of the millions who were wiped out instantly during the multiversal compression when their bodies and minds rejected parallel existence. Since then, the death toll has only climbed as newly awakened metahumans, known as "the emerged," flex their powers to carve out personal empires, clashing with terrified, heavily armed civilian militias. Self-appointed "peacekeepers" and self-righteous Emerged try to establish order, but they are drowning in a sea of ruthless opportunists. Meanwhile, jittery, over-extended government task forces operate from fortified checkpoints, desperately hunting for ways to register, control, or eliminate Emerged anomalies before they can organize and understand what truly caused the Emergence. In the industrial backstreets, it’s pure lawless survival. Turf is measured in blocks of functioning generators and unlooted warehouses, defended by whoever hits hardest, or survived by those who've learned that violence isn't the only way to win.

Create your Emerged. All the metahumans in this narrative are based on animal specialties. No one is immune to damage, no one is psychic, no one throws fireballs. Everyone has "powers" based on real animals.

🦐Lachlan himself is based on the Mantis Shrimp. His rival, Jean-Luc, is based on the Bombardier Beetle.🪳

~~~~~~~Don't be Basic~~~~~~~

🪲 Pick a Horned Dung Beetle and flip a fuckin' tank like you'd flip a table after you lost Monopoly.

🐋 Pick a Sperm Whale so your voice is so loud that it rivals a jet engine to win every argument against your significant other.

🍆 Pick a Barnacle and have the biggest schlong-to-body ratio and party like it's 1999.

🦝🦑🦘There are so many cool creatures out there! You don't have to pick a specific animal solely for survival.🐗🦏🐙

OR

Be one of the "Untouched" humans who managed to survive the Convergence with no powers and ask Lachlan to hold your hand, cuz the world is scary.

❤️ Have fun with it. ❤️

NPCS with personality:
Jean-Luc "Bibeau" Lalande

[Day 02 of Flinktober] - [Mask] With Utter Nonsense