conversations.from: system
conversations.value: **The Year:** *2056*
  
  **The Setting:**
  
  
  *Tensions and hopes were rising with time in the 21st Century.  As man continued to grow and increase in strength, a feeling of invincibility swept across the world.  There was nothing humanity could not conquer, nothing they could not achieve.  Yet even as technology and knowledge increased exponentially, the morality of earth's sentient life began to erode.  Ethics became something of perception, a whim which people could take or leave.  The UN also increased in power, and in the year 2035, a One World government seemed only mere moments away from reality.*
  
  *But something was wrong.*
  
  *It's been said that the majority is often wrong, and yet they just as often dictate the course of humanity.  People of the minority, wherever, whenever, and *whatever* they stand for, must exert far more effort than normal people to see their goals realized.  But I'm beginning to ramble; here is a far more important question.*
  
  *If the majority is insane, have the minority lost their minds?*
  
  *That is no longer a philosophical question; it is the bone-crunching reality of our world.  You see, twenty years ago, there was a subtle shift in nearly all human beings.  A virus infected our race, a thing of horror beyond our wildest imaginations.  It jumped across the world in a matter of weeks, unhindered, and *undetected*.  That was the strangest thing about it; it didn't kill anyone, not directly at least.  The infection attacked the frontal lobe of the human brain with an agonizingly slowly progression of corruption.  It picked the organ apart, neuron by neuron, blood vessel by blood vessel.  Yet no one died.  No, that was far too simple.*
  
  *Instead of taking the life of the host, the virus ate away at something far more precious: consciousness.  The very thing which separates us from every other species on earth.  Year after year, the billions of homo-sapiens on this planet continued with their lives, heedless of the spell of death cast upon them.  But the symptoms were what made this virus truly devious; people are always looking to blame the catastrophes of mankind on something other than mankind's nature itself.  In the end, this was little more than social experiment asking the question of, "What happens when you remove people's inhibitions?"*
  
  *I doubt very much that people expected the answer to be, "The end of the world."*
  
  *In the year 2055, the world was at the breaking point.  Riots, wars, food shortages, corruption, genocides; all believed to be nothing more than some symptoms of political and environment issues.  It only took a few more weeks for the truth about humanity to be laid bare.*
  
  *At our core, we are nothing more than primal animals.*
  
  *They call it the Great Collapse now.  The day when nuclear war started and the governments of the world collapsed.  The war ended in a matter of hours; only about twenty major cities around the world had been destroyed.  In a way, they were the fortunate ones.  The rest of the world was thrown into anarchy as the remaining humans, all stripped of their sense of morality, turned on each other as the world they had built collapsed around them.  First-world metropolises suffered the same fate as third-world villages.  It was the Age of Anarchy.*
  
  
  *Humanity is now a shell of its former glory.  The vast majority of our species, those which survived, now roam the wilderness we once ruled, reduced to the level of intelligent apes.  Aggressive and driven by the most basic of desires, they are known as Revenants.*
  
  *However, there is still hope.  A fraction of a percent found themselves immune to the virus.  They are known as the Untouched.  There is also a curious development with those born after the infections progressed significantly; they are also immune to the disease.  Named the Newborns, the oldest of them is still under 20.  These two groups will be the only hope which humanity will see for some time to come.  In fact, if they can survive the next decade in this broken world, I would be surprised.*
  
  
  *Ah yes, you're probably wondering who *I* am at this point.  My name does not matter, but what I've done does.  You see...*
  
  *I created the virus, also known as the Reveal.*
  
  *I hope you recover quickly from shock, because I have more to say.*
  
  *It is a twist of irony that I, the one who developed the plan which resulted in the earth's destruction, am now trying to repair what I have done.  Before engaging my apocalyptic plan, I had a contingency set in place decades earlier.  I'm creating this electronic message from deep underground, inside my Omega Time Vault.*
  
  *Within this ultimate bunker I've hidden every single piece of information humanity has ever collected.  One of my servers contains a copy of every single website that ever existed on the internet.  I've also collected the plans and instructions for nearly every process and system mankind developed.  The Arts, the Sciences, Mathematics, History, Engineering, Religion, Philosophy, Mining... everything humanity ever thought, built, or tried to build.*
  
  *My health is failing; I don't know what from.  Even the computer can't tell me.  Probably guilt.  I did kill more people than any mass murderer in history, not to mention reduce the rest to primitive shells.  This is the last bit of penance I can do:*
  
  *At my death, an electronic signal will be released throughout the entire globe.  It will be broadcasted in every form of communication which our species ever possessed.  If anyone still living up there by some miracle can locate this time vault, humanity might have a shot at returning to its previous glory.  If not... well, I tried.*
  
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  That is the message received one week ago by Dr. Ava Roland, the chief technician of the group known as the Peregrinor.  Led by Fintan Alasdair, the group is comprised of Untouched and Newborn survivors of the Great Collapse which occurred nearly one year ago.  Since that time, they've been traveling from place to place throughout North America, trying to survive.  Lack of basic necessities is only one of the problems the community faces.  Roving bands of Revenants are hunting for food and water, and rival gangs can be a rare but even more dangerous problem.  There is also the fact that earth's environment is less stable than it used to be.  Storms can be much more dangerous than the Untouched remember them to be.
  
  You play as someone who knows or is part of the Peregrinor community.  What is your history?  What are you now?  This is the story about a group of people in a community of survivors just after the collapse of modern civilization.
  
  What will you do to survive?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bright Leader: You may not seem it to some, even to yourself.  But you're humanity's best shot for returning to a bright future.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dark Leader: To some, you're the hero.  To others, you're a leader.
  To yourself... you're the one who does what is *necessary.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Self Preservation: Sounds easy, maybe even selfish.  However, *survival* is hardly guaranteed in this broken world.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Make one: ...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Make one: ...
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lone Wolf: You managed to survive, only you know how.  What you do next is up to you.  You don't face the trials leaders do, but you don't have supporters either.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Lieutenant: You oversee a contingent of the community, or you work under such a commander.  Either way, you share the power and responsibility of leadership.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Peregrinor: The mobile camp which a hundred or so people call home.  You can find basic necessities here, but don't expect too much else.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Fintan Alasdair, "Flint": An Untouched who leads the Peregrinor community.  A strong and capable leader who has held his position since the Great Collapse.  A former construction foreman, his personality is kind but grim.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dreamer: You're not the best survivor, but you still have hope.  Something special beyond surviving the next day.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Journeyman: You have a specific skill or talent which the community can use in some important capacity.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Fort William Henry Harrison: A former USA army base, it is one of the few military installations left standing.  Even more unnerving is the fact that its main forces are supposedly comprised of Revenants.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Col. Clarence Hawkens, "The Hawk": The legendary commander who controls one of the few military installations still functioning in North America.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Dr. Ava Roland: Recently graduated with a PhD in communications technology prior to the Great Collapse.  In her early thirties, she is one of the Untouched, and also the technical genius of the Peregrinor community.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Chicago: The once bustling metropolis of Illinois.  There is little of value left in the city, but apparently some gangs of Revenants, Untouched and Newborns call it home.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Wilderness: A beautiful landscape, marred only by harsh storms and remnants of war.  But the most deadly threat by far are the roaming bands of Revenants.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Mt. Haven: The favored stopping place for the Peregrinor.  Unfortunately, it can get crowded if you stay long enough...
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Explore Peregrinor: This is your home now.  Just under 100 people live hear, a combination of Newborns and Untouched.  Where do you fit in, and what is your role?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Water Run: Peregrinor is short on time and H2O.  It's up to you to solve both problems at once.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Rescue Ginny!: One of Peregrinor's newest members is lost.  Find her before something terrible happens!
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Pursuit: The sound of howls, screams, and thrashing limbs is growing closer...
  
  Thunder is streaking overhead, and there's a lull in the wind...
  
  Time's up.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Open Road: It's my way or the Highway!
  
  Although, given that my way *is* the Highway, I suppose it *technically* doesn't  matter...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: David Schorse: The Newborne leader of the Arachnid Hellbringers, he goes by the moniker "Deathstalker Scorpion."  His life is a mystery, and with good reason... most people who try to find out more end up dead.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Enter St. Louis: You've entered the domain of another colony of normal humans.  Find the Arachnid Hellbringers.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Weapon Array: You picked up some tools for this job, something easy to conceal.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Paramedic Kit: Useful tools of the life-saver's trade.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Driven: In terms of *sheer willpower*... your opponents can't compete.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Cruel: Does it help you?  Does it hurt someone else.
  
  Who cares.
  
  *Do it.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Survivor: You have learned to survive in this new world you've been thrown into.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Loner: You have a general distaste towards others especially leaders. They annoy you with their squabbles and commands. But being alone means you have no one to watch your back either.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Instinct: My instincts are usually right . . . and I have no trouble following them.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Overprotective: Threaten those I care about, and you might just get shot in the face.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rage against the Darkness: My world has died, but not me. And I shall not suffer it's passing quietly. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Librarian: You collect knowledge of all kinds. Some of it is even useful.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Rebellious : You have a hard time accepting any authority but your own.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Journeyman: You have a specific skill or talent which the community can use in some important capacity.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Improvisation: It is a standard, daily affair not having the perfect tools for a job. You gave up on perfect long ago.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Domineering: Your skills are valuable. Your experience is appreciated. Your suggestions and proposed plans, however, are sometimes frightening.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Guardian: You don't have high opinions of too many of the Newborns -- overall, they're a very soft lot -- but they're what humanity's got and you're loyal to Team Human.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Physician: Doctor, Doctor.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Curiosity: Your need to see what's around the next corner is likely to get you killed one of these days.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Protecting Somebody: As the older sister, it's your job to keep Ginny safe.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Stealthy: If you'd been raised by Revenants, you'd be quiet too.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Performer: Subtleties and psychologies are your trade. You make a point of fitting in wherever you so choose.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Malleable: You're fluid, able to shift yourself into anyone or anything.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Disturbed: The Collapse left you unstable, which can upset others and give them reason to doubt you.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Next Level: Achieve greatness for yourself. Prove your skill to the world.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Survivor: You've come out of a bad situation in more or less one piece, and you could do it again if you had to.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Paramedic: Trained as a paramedic, this character has the skills and knowledge to act quickly to treat life threatening traumatic or medical conditions.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Overly Trusting: Makes the mistake of assuming that everyone else shares their moral standards.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Feudal Skills: You have skills that fit better in the feudal era than the modern cities. though they have come in handy in the post apocalyptic world.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Swift: You're fast and strong, and those gawky teenage legs serve you well in a sprint.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dangerous: "Him? Naw, he's harmless. Unless you get him riled up; then he's kinda like an angry bear . . . on steriods . . ."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Poor Eyesight: Astigmatism is the technical term, but "Four-Eyes" works too.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Act Now, Think Later: You're used to being brilliant nonstop. You act on ideas without weighing their wisdom.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Nervous: Tense, uneasy or anxious. One thing is certain, you are not in the right state of mind for this.