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January 8th, 2010
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| THE QUARANTINED: A SURVIVAL GAME |
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Two years after the creation of Compound One, the refugees find themselves in the midst of civil war. Threat of death from their fellow man now equals the infection. As the bounty on their heads grows higher with every passing day, those still trapped in the Compound struggle to achieve basic human rights under the new leadership regime. There are desperate attempts to move the imprisoned to freedom - even if safety is now impossible. And a core group of heroic survivors attempts to start life anew, under some semblance of civilization. But as the realities of life press down harder than ever before, these basic tenets of survival in New York have finally been accepted: The Quarantine will never be lifted. The refugees can never go home. Compound Two will be constructed. |
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And what if you just happened to be one of those things? Left to rot in Vegas… or what looks like Vegas, after all, but eventually it becomes clear to everyone caught here that this place is hardly familiar (despite first impressions). Perhaps you fell asleep and awoke here. Perhaps you were wounded. Perhaps you were being wrapped in Death’s cold embrace. All you know is that you woke up here with only your clothes on your back and your story, your memories. You seem to be completely unchanged, no worse for the wear, no better. Of course, there are others. Others with the exact same explanation… which is none at all, perhaps because there is no explanation, no rhyme or reason to why you are here, no pattern or sense to it. Of course, you finally pose the lingering question, stare the elephant in the room right in the eyes and ask, “Has anyone just… gone home?” They laugh because you don’t know, and when they’ve had their fill, someone tells you; “You think you can just go back to life the way it was? Seems right, doesn’t it? Just walk down the highway, back home. Hitch a ride. But this isn’t Vegas. There’s only us, the ones who woke up here.” Someone else speaks. “We’ve all tried. You get to a certain point and just fall asleep.” “You faint. You can’t help it. It feels like incredible pressure, everything starts spinning and you get tunnel vision. Your head hurts and it feels like a hundred needles all over until you’re on the ground, screaming, feels like your head’s being split open. You can still go back. But you take one more inch, you crawl and it’s lights out. You’re back in the city. The highway goes on for about two miles in each direction, it’s like some kind of trick.” Then there’s silence because no one knows what else to say. Eventually you realize that you’re not in Vegas because things keep happening. Inexplicable, sometimes terrible things, and you can’t decide what’s worse … the elements, the unexplained occurrences or the secrets? Others’ secrets. Perhaps you’re all here for a reason…you must be. You’re just not sure what it is yet… or if you’ll live to see it. It seems to get worse every day. MODS | PREMISE | TAKEN/HELD/BANNED FANDOMS |
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But please walk softly as you do.
Frogs dwell here and crickets too.
Ain't no ceiling, only blue.
Jays dwell here and sunbeams too.
Floors are flowers - take a few
Ferns grow here and daisies too.
Swoosh, whoosh - too-whit, too-woo
Bats dwell here and hoot owls too.
Ha-ha-ha, hee-hee, hoo-hoooo,
Gnomes dwell here and goblins too.
And my child, I thought you knew
I dwell here...and so do you
~shel silverstein
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