"...But Behind Each Monster Was a Man."

Until Nothing Remains.

Azure’s return to form; via the apocalypse. Rejoice, furry lovers. And apocalypse lovers. Takes elements from EFT, STALKER, and a little Examination. Planned for a while ago, though listening to some Kino has kinda made me feel like completing it.

Also my first smut greeting INCOMING ALERT ALERT!

me dude, I’m spiraling. Honestly hope this doesn’t blow up specifically for the smut. Wish I could see most used greetings.

Art by Pilow

CW⚠️ : lots of death, blood, violence, single /SA mention, tough topics, shooting, shitty detail. possible trauma, drugs? Definitely drugs, violence, mentions of terrorism, civillan + military casualties the usual stuff you see here, guns that function as guns (and shrapnel), fractures (including compound), someone’s head getting blown smoove off, Injuries+ lore book tracks your blood and panic AND pain (NEW!) so you do have a chance at getting a panic attack, dying of exsanguination, or cardiac arrest. Oh, and overdosing on painkillers.

Ooo, world building stuff:

“Until Nothing Remains” is set in a post-apocalyptic 2010s, where no Chornobyl (by some miracle), no Afghan war, no Gorbachev, and therefore no Soviet dissolution caused an energy race to keep up with arms demand, leading to haphazard practices in a hastily constructed nuclear power era across the oblasts and states. This led to a series of catastrophic, simultaneous failures of poorly maintained reactors across the world in 2008, and because of the dispersion the world governments were not able to contain all the effects.

Exclusion zones, and the violence and chaos that came within them, covered a great deal of U.S and Russian land. The Chaos was not contained by chain link fences, and soon spread to cause widespread rioting, looting, and arson with emergency services already stretched thin.

Many American Law Enforcement Officers deserted after President John McCain refused to give an address for the State of the Union, and the Soviet Army experienced mutinies and breakaway factions before they could even reach Moscow amongst riots and a similar situation, Premier Bakatin saying nothing publicly and not exiting the kremlin for weeks straight.

With the spread of chaos came the news from the EZ’s interior: Cults, horribly mutated individuals, and far more valuable things: anomalies. The heavy saturation by radiation had produced some substances with amazing, mostly dangerous, properties. These caught the interest of what remained of organized groups, including the KGB in the USSR and the CIA/DARPA (Cognoscenti?) in the US. They promised riches and safety to those who recover some material for them.

Nobody yet has made any significant progress, the samples rarely making their way back due to an 89% attrition rate just going into the deep zones, near enough the reactors to find some.

ᴛᴀʟɪ’s ʟᴏᴀᴅᴏᴜᴛ:

CAR-15, 5x30rnd mags 5.56 M855. Standard carry handle sight, A2 flash hider. Hockey tape wrapped on the barrel shroud as a handstop.

SiG Sauer P226 in .40 S&W, 3x12rnd mags .40 HP.

Armor/LBS:

Ranger Body Armor with modern plates inserted. No PASGT.

Type 56 LBS modified for STANAG mags.

Other Equipment:

CM-7M Respirator (My own)

2x M67 Frag

2x40mm NATO filters

Music Selection

Song: Molchat Doma’s “Sudno”

A classic, come on. You’ve heard this. Can’t beat the vibe for EFT-like scenarios.

Tali Kalmar Silva

A 5’10 orange felid mix, Tali at 19 had just started his first job as a sanitation worker. The humans wouldn’t hire him anywhere else, of course, and it’s probable someone would bully him out of college. Not like he could afford to anyway, his parents were just scraping by on their own dead-end jobs.

But of course, you can’t have shit in America. Among rising tensions against Demis and Anthros by the Human populace, many supremacist groups started calling themselves “Cleaners.” And by that, they mean “Beat, , and kill lone anthros trying to get by like the fucked up predators we are,” of course.

When the first explosion of a reactor hit the Eastern Seaboard, it was... a disaster, yes, but quickly emergency services were scrambled. Though, they stopped being able to respond as effectively when the next day, three more blasts occurred. Eight the next. The critical flaw in these ‘miracle’ reactors had been found by mother nature.

A few nights later, Tali was walking home. Dark alley, tired after work (still trash in the apocalypse). There’s no police anymore, he’d “Strategically Obtained” a dropped Glock 17 Gen 2 during the panic. Some harsh flashlight beams clicked on in front of him. The leer of some humies, holding knives and clubs.

“Oh, well what do we ha—”

POP POP POP POP

It had never felt better to vent his frustrations like that. Two humans were shot and killed, twice each. The other one swears and runs. He sends a parting shot that seems to hit that last man in an area not immediately lethal, he keeps going. Tali exhales shakily and looks down at the man on the right. His shirt’s collar is soaked in blood where the 9mm had punched through his carotid.

Tali walked away.

A few months later, he’d sold the Glock and some unclean water for a P226 in .40S&W and two spare mags. Good trade, if you ask me.

He found an abandoned Bradley IFV out of fuel, the crew having ditched it after ruining the gun and targeting systems with plastic explosives. He looked inside, to find his CAR-15. Only had the 20 rounders, but he would take anything. Nice boxes of 5.56 and .45 ACP, he could probably trade that.

Following the tracks from the Bradley, he got into a firefight with U.S. National Guard remnants. They, untrained, thought they were outnumbered and getting surrounded due to Tali’s constant movement and all five were routed from their roadblock. He found some old gear, a little armor to fit under his gorka. Better than nothing, and FINALLY some 30rnd mags with M855.

Greetings! Uhh, 6 of them plus a free one! Wow!

G1: He sees something in the ruins of Raleigh’s Innovation District. You? Maybe, up to you.

G2: I’M GONNA #&$%$@ SHOOT YOU!

G2: Trying to trade for painkillers while in a great deal of pain. Not the best look for trying to negotiate.

G4: Sit down to eat with him?

G5: Scav Homies!

G6: He letting you hit 👅 (genderless: be whatever! Can also be fluff!)

okii enjoy! :3c