themnax
November 30th, 2008, 07:19 AM
((ooc):the apocalyps wasn't nuclear but environmental, famin and disease, took place at least a couple of generations before anyone now living was born. nature is healing nicely, and with sentient population a fraction of what it had been, there are plenty of ruins to explore for all. tecnology hasn't been forgotten, but is stricktly ecotopian, no oil, coal, or automobiles.
paved roads are mostly deteriorated and forgotten, though here and there little narrow gauge railways are being built. 'trains', many of them only big enough to sit ON, and a few, just bearly big enought to sit inside of, and pretty much anything else mechanical that moves under its own power is battery propelled with onboard solar charging, or other forms of stored energy.
refrigerators and computers and in places the power grid, still exist, all fed by wind, solar, geothermal, et al, everything that DOESN'T involve burning anything.
and of course everyone who has survived, everyone of their now living decendents, is one of an endless diversity of furry/anthro forms.
its a whole world so there's no need to limit participants. can always be split into multiple threads for different locations if it gets too crowded.)
zymph had been wandering for days when he came upon the small village of obviously cobbled togather wooden houses of locally rough milled wood, their gardens, often of vegetables, and sometimes with enclosures for chickens and other small nonsentients raised for nutrition. he avoided the area of occupied houses mostly, unsure what sort of reception he'd receive, and seeing no obviously public spaces, other then the old road and the trail he'd been fallowing that crossed it.
continuing on up the hill beyond the settlement, he came upon a mostly rusted structure of corrigated iron. so almost burried in the weeds and soil he nearly tripped over them, were a pair of very small and closely spaced iron rails, leading from a half open rollup door in one end of the structure, and passing through a gate in the falling down fence surrounding it.
paved roads are mostly deteriorated and forgotten, though here and there little narrow gauge railways are being built. 'trains', many of them only big enough to sit ON, and a few, just bearly big enought to sit inside of, and pretty much anything else mechanical that moves under its own power is battery propelled with onboard solar charging, or other forms of stored energy.
refrigerators and computers and in places the power grid, still exist, all fed by wind, solar, geothermal, et al, everything that DOESN'T involve burning anything.
and of course everyone who has survived, everyone of their now living decendents, is one of an endless diversity of furry/anthro forms.
its a whole world so there's no need to limit participants. can always be split into multiple threads for different locations if it gets too crowded.)
zymph had been wandering for days when he came upon the small village of obviously cobbled togather wooden houses of locally rough milled wood, their gardens, often of vegetables, and sometimes with enclosures for chickens and other small nonsentients raised for nutrition. he avoided the area of occupied houses mostly, unsure what sort of reception he'd receive, and seeing no obviously public spaces, other then the old road and the trail he'd been fallowing that crossed it.
continuing on up the hill beyond the settlement, he came upon a mostly rusted structure of corrigated iron. so almost burried in the weeds and soil he nearly tripped over them, were a pair of very small and closely spaced iron rails, leading from a half open rollup door in one end of the structure, and passing through a gate in the falling down fence surrounding it.