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Nuclear warfare-- bombs fall, everybody dies. But: precautions are made. Some called them overly cautious, paranoid; the scientists that made their way deep, deep underground in preparation. “You’re crazy.” And maybe they were. Maybe they thought too hard on the rumors circulating through the internet and the streets, from person to person-- not every rumor is true. But this one was scary, and had things backing it up. Maybe it’s that creeping paranoia which saved us from extinction entirely. It was hard to survive at first; hard to grow food in the soil from down so deep. It was hard to dig down here, too, but in an alternate Earth where mining is a top priority-- getting down wasn’t so hard. They had the means. Other things posed challenges, but with advanced technology and the smarts to get by, they did it for a few million years during the acidic heat of nuclear summer. Up topside was uninhabitable and the air so hot it was as if it itself was on fire; but down in their little hidey-hole, the scientists gave birth to a flourishing underground metropolis that took care of itself. Almost anything that could be done up there, could be done down here, after all. Diamond, gold and rock become the building blocks on which this society has been crafted; the simple overlooked things like stainless steel rendered priceless. (A legend. Myth.) However, the city itself is literally made up of the earth: gold and diamonds, the city of the poor combined with the city of the kings, some would say. Everything sweeps by with a painful sort of perfection. Then, nuclear winter hits. Temperature drops to absolute zero; in startling contrast to the summer of years before, the air here is so cold it seems as though it itself is frozen. So cold it burns. And the only thing that happens to the city down under there-- the only thing that is effected is that the giant cooling machines are swapped for heating machines. They’ve been preparing for this for two million years, and that coupled with so much development gives them the power to do this. They sail on by as if nothing has ever changed. However, up topside-- things are changing. They’re different. Weather is slowly, gradually turning milder and milder until the officials in charge of this place decide maybe they can risk sending some people up there. To explore and see what has happened to the place myths and tales tell of. It’s kept a secret from the masses. People go up and explore-- it’s still so dark up there, from all the ash still up in the atmosphere, so their delicate eyesights aren’t damaged; bright bursts of light have been known to blind tunnelers, after all. And it’s still toxic out there, so they have to suit up in gasmasks and the thick clothing because while it’s now warm enough to explore, a person has to be wrapped up pretty well to survive it for long. Those first people? They never come back. So they send a few more poor bastards over and they never come back, either. No one knows what happened to them. And they can’t afford panic to break out in the masses of this underground place a strong hand of control has kept in line for so long; not after all of that. No, they can’t let people get rebellious with the idea of missing people so they hold a memorial service for the guys who, they assume, kicked it-- and that’s that. They tell the crying wives and husbands that they died in the name of science. Science. That’s soothing, isn’t it? They didn’t die in vain. No, they didn’t. Suspicion and paranoia arise, and because they are afraid to send more men out, they fiddle with their ‘science’ and try to teleport them back. But it backfires. And so, here you are. The natives certainly are more than friendly, if not a little alarmed by your presence, and you’re just about to be drafted into this place’s purpose; their ‘science’. But they’ll wait until you’re settled. After that, you just don’t have a choice. Don’t let the dirty streets and mud houses throw you off. It’s really a nice place, here. Welcome to Rhodivon, the closest to Hell you’re ever going to get. ￫ network ☆ ooc ☆ logs ☆ rules ☆ FAQ ☆ reserves ☆ taken ☆ apps ￩