Welcome to NYC, the city so nice they named it twice. But that's just how the saying goes anyways. Instead we welcome you to the place that's different from what you always heard. We've got the real deal. Sex, drugs and rock and roll are the guidelines in this place. But there's also the growing trend of tagging taking place. No matter where you go there's always a graffiti tag defacing someone or something. Four main groups stand above the rest. Scene Junkie, Insolent Montage, Dropkick Dread, and Surging Haze are trying to make themselves #1. So where do you fit in to all of this? Are you the one making the tags no one will ever forget or are you being left behind with all the empty spray cans?

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Seeing Matt smile again, completely free of any force, was good for Noah. It made his chest feel lighter and the lump that formed in his stomach to unwind just a little. He felt less uneasy, though still had the feeling of bugs crawling under his skin. Noah tapped his fingers along the counter, running his knife across the omelette and pushing the piece across the plate, his stomach growling under the table. He closed his eyes, thinking through the words Matt just spoke. He’d really known that Matt would have met someone by now, a guy like Matt was hard not to notice. It didn’t hurt too badly; Noah was almost used to the pain. It wasn’t as much of a heart break it would have been if it wasn’t after years and years had passed without a single communication between the two. Noah was older, and a little more capable to deal with things, even if he often felt totally lost in the world. He noticed Matt glance at Rem’s door. Noah had kind of figured this too, why else would Rem hate him so much, or at least now barely tolerate him? Noah didn’t really harbour any bad feelings, he was at least glad that Matt was happy, that’s all he needed. The past was the past. He still loved Matt, but in an old way, like a was thing that was never going to be in the present. He looked up at Matt, away form the food on his plate, that he wanted to eat but wasn’t sure if he could.

Noah considered the words he had to say for a while, picking and choosing. For once he was actually considering himself. It was an on and off thing, actually thinking about what he was doing. Right now though, he felt like the sanest persona live, though he was far from that. No matter what, Matt had that effect on Noah’s persona, he just calmed him completely. This had been really the only time he’d felt awkward around him. “I think… I like that idea Matt. This other guy deserves a chance with a guy like you anyway. All I could ask for after what I did was to be your friend. Thank you Mathew. But…there’s ones thing…” Noah hesitated, biting his lip. He laid his hand on Matt’s, watching him closely. For a moment, touching him. Noah remembered how in love he was with Matt. Where had that ever gone? So much time had passed that there was just an echo. Matt was his first love, and he would never get over that, of course not, but he was fine with just being friends, because so much was different now. “Its just...Matt, I want to explain what happened…because I don’t think you have the full story and I feel I owe it to you to explain what happened that night, why really, I’m here now….” he ended, finally looking down and drawing his hand back to himself. He couldn’t believe he was offering this information, this was usually one of the hardest things to get out of his mouth, but this was the only person he ever wanted to tell this story to.

A POST-APOCALYPTIC DICTATOR ROLEPLAY

In the year 2007, a scientist began working on a project. His mission was to develop a deadly virus that would wipe out the vast majority of the world's population. And he succeeded. In 2009, Nathaniel Stryker unleashed his weapon, and life as we know it fell apart.

The plan was a fairly simple idea: reduce the world's population and then take over when the world was at its weakest. Unfortunately, things didn't go exactly as they were supposed to. Sure, the diabolic man managed to murder billions, and the antidote he'd developed had successfully rid the world of the virus, but he passed away twelve short years later. With him gone, his twin children took over the throne of the new empire. But Valter and Brita Stryker were at odds from the beginning, and eventually they split the empire and began fighting each other.

The American survivors started to attempt to rebuild their lives, which proved to be difficult as the Stryker family gained more and more power. They named their east coast city Hollowcaster, and people from everywhere on the continent began gathering there. Unfortunately so did the Strykers, and the city became a war zone. Valter called his followers Tehrorrs, while Brita called her followers Vainqueurs. They occupied opposite ends of the city, and continued to cause destruction.

The Tehrorrs and Vainqueurs killed anyone who would not join them. So naturally a rebellion began to form, since not everyone wanted to join the dictators and in fact were very against the Stryker siblings. They hid out in the land surrounding Hollowcaster and even in Hollowcaster itself, and began to work on bringing down the Tehrorrs and Vainqueurs. And there were some people who remained neither with the dictators or with the Rebels; these people tried to both stay neutral and stay alive.

It's now 2020, and the war rages on. Nobody is quite sure who's winning, but everyone is still fighting as hard as they can. And they stay near the city, because if they go too far they might find themselves face-to-face with a mutant. The people believe that the virus created monsters, and nobody wants to risk meeting these creatures. People are still dying everyday, and there are very few that still maintain any optimism that the world will one day be at peace again. Survival is the main goal in life, and not one a lot of people achieve. So in this world of chaos and destruction, which side will you choose?