The Road to Ruin

Contains the full member list divided into the different groups.

All accepted Normal profiles.

All accepted Different profiles.

Dead characters get moved here, and rejected apps are tossed here and eventually deleted.

Your dead characters are remembered here- by avatar, name, and a brief epitaph.

Far more 'modern' and luxurious than most other accommodations, lodgings in Centre City are comfortable and plenty.

People wait quietly and politely in line as the burdens of bureaucracy are shouldered in good cheer. In the depths of this building, the pulse of a population thrums and grinds out policy and the propaganda of Normal society.

The CPDC is for all nonvital and nonthreatening medical treatments, explicitly for Normal use only. Services include childbirth, short term virus and bacterial treatment, and euthanasia.

Run for and by Differents, this hospital is full service and well equipped- if not underfunded.

Booths and blankets, shops and hawkers. This is where the buying and selling is done.

Battles? Expositions? Anything that happens in the arena for the public happens here.

Whether you're meeting an associate to talk business over a good slaughter or hosting a private show, any other uses for the arena happen here.

No car? No problem. The countryside was built for walking across.

Classrooms hold triple bunk beds rather than desks. The halls are dirty, the ceiling is falling apart, and most of the place should be condemned. Yet conversation and life still struggle to find a place here.

Salvaged materials make a ragged skyline as people live out all or part of their lives in flimsy shacks outside of the abandoned school.

Just arriving? About to leave? Or perhaps you're meeting friends for a drink? Either way, when you're not quite anywhere at all you're likely here.

A well built gym still stands, void of the various workout machines it once held. Now, a network of raquetball courts and supply closets serve as posh living spaces in a building of salvage and disrepair.

What used to be a multipurpose court with running tracks on both the ground floor and second story now serves as a bar and meeting place. There is an eerie feeling of reverence in the air- there aren't many indoor spaces that are so high from floor to ceiling these days.

Town Hall. Tavern. Open air market. The Silo stands as a place both to store the town's crops and serve the people.

Crops and livestock, as far as the eye can see. The sky is wide open, as open as the possibilities that small town life can offer.

If it is built, refined, constructed, or created, this is where it is done. Sparks fly and dirt gathers and people struggle to rebuild the fantastic machines of the past to no avail.

A government research center of the ancient days has become a glued together and stark cache of blueprints and manuals. If anything mechanical has been built and maintained, it has happened through the careful step by step directions written by people long dead and decomposed.

A supermarket store populated with the offerings of the city stand on pallets in warehouse style presentation. Stocked with food, machines, weapons, and the various trappings of survival, this place serves as your one stop shop for all of your spending power in Smog.

One of the many taller buildings that have survived in Smog, the Smoke Hotel serves as one of many dormitories in the city. The rooms have lost much of their polish, but the same generic furniture stands in every room. Sometimes the lights work, sometimes they don't.

Enter here and be humbled. Unadorned concrete walls stretch up several stories. Here you will find the reception desk, information, and lots of armed guards. Make your way carefully- if you don't belong here, you won't be here long.

The President and Cabinet keep office in the upper reaches of the catacombs. Armed guards stand 24/7 and shoot trespassers on sight, so you had better have an appointment.

If you work here, you live here. If you're not a government official or soldier, you don't live here.

These are for personal use- be creative. Perhaps your character has a bulletin board on his door, perhaps you're just checking your mail. This is the place for those.

A club? A sports team? A grassroots protester's union? Leave each other some notes here.

Plot away and connect. Find a friend, find an enemy. Do what you do.

Got an idea and need some folks to play it out with? Any suggestions or plot ideas you would like to see? Those go here. Go nuts with it.

If the cbox isn't the place for it, then this is.

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