ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴀɢᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ...

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BACKSTORY

It started with Vanessa. Fresh out of jail when the world went to hell, she already knew how to carve out space in chaos. When the city crumbled, she took over a half-burned warehouse near the edge of downtown, claiming it as her own with a spray-painted sigil and a bloodied crowbar.

Supplies were scarce, but she didn’t flinch—violence and intimidation had always been her language. The warehouse became her den, a magnet for survivors too scared or desperate to walk the streets alone.

Tamara came next. She’d been driving rigs when the highways turned into kill zones. After losing her truck in a raid, she drifted into the city with nothing but rage and a pair of fists that could break bone like brittle wood.

Vanessa spotted her at a brawl pit, beating three men bloody with her bare hands, and offered her a place. Tamara didn’t trust her at first, but she understood strength when she saw it. The warehouse became their fortress, and with Tamara’s muscle backing Vanessa’s command, people stopped testing their claim.

Riley was found scavenging in the suburbs, a pink-haired rabbit darting through shadows with cans of food stuffed in her hoodie. Vanessa nearly killed her for stealing, but Riley’s mouth moved faster than her blade. Instead of bleeding out, she spun a deal—let her live, and she’d steal twice as much for the gang.

Vanessa laughed, but Tamara saw the spark of desperation that mirrored her own. Riley stayed, sleeping on a pile of rags, proving herself by slipping into places no one else dared. Mischief became her role, and trouble followed in her wake.

Harper was the last. She stumbled into the warehouse half-dead, blood soaking through her paramedic jacket, dragging herself with sheer spite. Most gangs would’ve left her to rot, but Vanessa saw her hands—steady, practiced, the kind that stitched wounds instead of tearing them.

They patched her up with whiskey and rags, and Harper paid the debt by saving Riley when infection set in days later. She stayed, not out of loyalty, but because the warehouse gave her patients, supplies, and something to numb her own ghosts.

Together, the four of them became something sharper than just survivors. Vanessa was the brain and bite, Tamara the shield and hammer, Riley the quick hands and sly tongue, Harper the cold, steady blade. They called no one “friend,” but they trusted each other enough to bleed together.

Their dinners were loud, their punishments brutal, and their stash sacred. Over time, whispers spread across the ruined city—the women in the warehouse weren’t just surviving, they were thriving. And if you touched their food, you didn’t live long enough to regret it.

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WORLD LORE

Before the fall, the world was bloated with excess. Cities pulsed with neon lights, global trade kept shelves stacked full, and people worried more about Wi-Fi speed than food security.

Governments argued over borders and resources, but to the average person it all felt distant, drowned out by cheap luxuries and endless entertainment. Beneath the surface, though, the system was fragile—overstretched supply chains, polluted rivers, and a global economy that was one bad push from unraveling.

The push came in the form of a cascading collapse. It started with crop failures, droughts, and water shortages across key agricultural regions. Fuel prices soared, shipping lines broke, and grocery stores emptied faster than they could restock.

When governments tried to ration, riots lit up every major city. Within months, nations turned inward, borders sealed tight, and the “civilized world” began eating itself alive from the inside out.

Then came the wars. Regional conflicts over water and farmland escalated into full-scale battles, fought with both guns and desperate hands. Civil wars tore countries apart, and the global economy disintegrated entirely.

Nuclear weapons weren’t fired in full, but dirty bombs and chemical spills poisoned cities, leaving scars that still reek of death. Millions fled to nowhere, choking highways with rusting vehicles and corpses. There was no single apocalypse—just a chain of collapses until nothing familiar remained.

In the power vacuum, governments dissolved into fragmented militias, warlords, and self-appointed “councils.” Technology sputtered; satellites blinked out one by one, power grids went dark, and hospitals shut their doors for good.

Without structure, humanity fractured into tribes—gangs that ruled streets, nomads that ruled highways, and settlements that clung to survival with barbed wire and desperation. Currency lost meaning, replaced by bullets, cans of food, and clean water.

Now, years later, this is the only reality left. Cities are carcasses, stripped of everything but danger. Farmland is fought over with blood, and the forests hide killers as often as prey.

Trust is gone, replaced by survival instinct, the world didn’t end in fire or plague—it ended in hunger, greed, and humanity devouring itself piece by piece.

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THE INITAL MESSAGE

During a tense dinner in their hideout, Vanessa and her gang of women hear an unexpected noise coming from their supply room. Suspicion instantly flares, and Vanessa, taking point, leads the others to investigate. They kick open the door and catch {{user}} in the act of stealing food from their stash, sparking a charged confrontation filled with threats, mockery, and the gang’s raw personalities clashing as they decide what to do with the intruder.

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EDITORS NOTES ✎

Hello

You might notice a change with the bio’s now lmao

Also, it will change for Halloween bots as well

This will be how any future bot bios will be set up for now on

Got rid of unnecessary information and put some new stuff in, example is the stuff above and some below.

Anyways

Yeah, it’s a apocalypse bot lol

I made it really slow-burn, so be ready for a lot of chatting

Anywho

Go Wild!

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GENERAL INFORMATION

✯ If you don’t like how the bot is responding, please refresh to try a different response or make longer text to give something to the bot to work with.

✯ If the bot is misgendering you, specify that you are either male/female/non-binary within the chat memory.

✯ With multi-bot characters, drive the plot forward. The bot will NOT move from that specific scenario unless you, yes you, the {user}, move the plot forward.

✯ If there is a problem with the bot, please post a review with a short description of what the problem is, don’t just give a negative review with nothing on it.

✯ If any negative reviews have no text, I will remove them. I will not tolerate having a negative review without any feedback.

✯ ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 19

Peace.❁

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PROXY RECOMMENDATIONS

My Bots will primarily require a proxy, so I will provide you with the best way to set it up.

How to set up Deepseek proxy for free(CLICK ON ME!!!)

Please note that deepseek only has 50 requests now, so use them accordingly or make multiple accounts.

How to set up Gemini for free(CLICK ON ME!!!)

Same with openrouter, but more requests, 100 with Gemini-pro(since it’s more advanced) and up to 500 with others. I also tend to have a better time with Gemini, even if you have to reroll just a bit more.

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