My name is Amanthea Silverleaf. I was born an elf, and twisted through magic to be something ... more. Unfortunately, the Masters who gave me this second life were slain. I wasn't able to do anything about it - and looking back, I don't know that I would have done anything.
I only tell you this for context, diary.
The end of the world has come and gone, brought about by a meteor the size of Sim City crashing into the far side of the world. There was some - far-fetched plan to plant bombs on the meteor and detonate them before it landed, hopefully atomizing the chunks of space debris into something that would burn up in our atmosphere.
That ... didn't happen. The nuclear payload made it to the meteor, but ... well. Things didn't go to plan, apparently. The impact of the meteor, they say, was doubled or even tripled by this last-ditch effort to save humanity.
But humanity is a little bit like a colony of cockroaches - they refuse to be put down by the end of the world. It's inspiring, really. Even with the sun blotted out by toxic clouds, even with the air filled with poison and the plant and animal life dying out, humanity still clings to life.
Society, however, fell to pieces in the wake of the meteor.
A coven of witches now rules most of the known world. It wouldn't be possible, but for their control of the risen dead. Some stories claim that the dead rose because of the meteor. Others say that, because of the way magic has changed since the destruction, they were able to raise legions under their own power. That seems a little bit ... ridiculous.
They're partnered with faeries and vampires, or so the story goes - nobody knows for certain.
All I know for sure is, one day I go to sleep in an abandoned house. The next? I wake up in a prison.
Well. It's called a 'training facility' - meant to prepare the best and brightest of the world for a rebellion against the Coven and everything they stand for.
I'm fairly non-confrontational, though. As long as they stay out of my hair, I fully intend to give the Coven as wide a berth as possible.
I have to complete their training regimen in order to escape the humans' facility, however, so I chose something completely harmless for my major: I will be a businesswoman. That doesn't hurt anyone, and I might not get skinned alive for defying the Coven.
I think the humans are on to me, though. They insist that all students obtain perfect physical fitness, even those of us whose majors have nothing to do with combat.
I only tell you this for context, diary.
The end of the world has come and gone, brought about by a meteor the size of Sim City crashing into the far side of the world. There was some - far-fetched plan to plant bombs on the meteor and detonate them before it landed, hopefully atomizing the chunks of space debris into something that would burn up in our atmosphere.
That ... didn't happen. The nuclear payload made it to the meteor, but ... well. Things didn't go to plan, apparently. The impact of the meteor, they say, was doubled or even tripled by this last-ditch effort to save humanity.
But humanity is a little bit like a colony of cockroaches - they refuse to be put down by the end of the world. It's inspiring, really. Even with the sun blotted out by toxic clouds, even with the air filled with poison and the plant and animal life dying out, humanity still clings to life.
Society, however, fell to pieces in the wake of the meteor.
A coven of witches now rules most of the known world. It wouldn't be possible, but for their control of the risen dead. Some stories claim that the dead rose because of the meteor. Others say that, because of the way magic has changed since the destruction, they were able to raise legions under their own power. That seems a little bit ... ridiculous.
They're partnered with faeries and vampires, or so the story goes - nobody knows for certain.
All I know for sure is, one day I go to sleep in an abandoned house. The next? I wake up in a prison.
Well. It's called a 'training facility' - meant to prepare the best and brightest of the world for a rebellion against the Coven and everything they stand for.
I'm fairly non-confrontational, though. As long as they stay out of my hair, I fully intend to give the Coven as wide a berth as possible.
I have to complete their training regimen in order to escape the humans' facility, however, so I chose something completely harmless for my major: I will be a businesswoman. That doesn't hurt anyone, and I might not get skinned alive for defying the Coven.
I think the humans are on to me, though. They insist that all students obtain perfect physical fitness, even those of us whose majors have nothing to do with combat.
Hm. Blue suits me, I think, yes. I'm going to try this on for size, another in-character/out-of-character bloggery for the apocalypse. I've got so many half-finished and it's frustrating to me, so I'm gonna try to fix it.
Being honest then: I rolled a 3 and I hated it. Business is the choice I made for that, though I was strongly tempted to reroll and not tell anybody.
But I'm honest, like. That's always been a character ... flaw?
So business. Not ideal, but I'll live.
I picked up Lucky Palms recently and I just HAD to try it out. The only way I really play is Apocalypse, so I rolled out the dice, set up the town, and settled in to creating a character.
And then the game crashed as I placed her, and I gave up for the night.
I decided on a houseboat because I haven't done that before and it fits the style of the other "Boats" on the pier. So I made my own pier, and stuck a houseboat on it.
It's pretty cool, in my humble opinion.
I decided to roll into a prestige start because if I play easy start, it tends to be so easy it's painful. I end up with everything maxed and more friends than God.
And it gets boring.
So Business. I'd made Amanthea with a pretty standard loadout for traits:
Slob, Workaholic, Genius, Charismatic, Ambitious.
The strategy, obviously, is to spend as little money at college as possible. Since she got credits towards a business scholarship, I enrolled Amanthea for a single term for six credits. Free time, yay.
After the opportunities and tuition, I have a bit more than the starting 8308 - specifically, after I added doors to the dormitory (Whoops) I sit at 8548.
Being honest then: I rolled a 3 and I hated it. Business is the choice I made for that, though I was strongly tempted to reroll and not tell anybody.
But I'm honest, like. That's always been a character ... flaw?
So business. Not ideal, but I'll live.
I picked up Lucky Palms recently and I just HAD to try it out. The only way I really play is Apocalypse, so I rolled out the dice, set up the town, and settled in to creating a character.
And then the game crashed as I placed her, and I gave up for the night.
I decided on a houseboat because I haven't done that before and it fits the style of the other "Boats" on the pier. So I made my own pier, and stuck a houseboat on it.
It's pretty cool, in my humble opinion.
I decided to roll into a prestige start because if I play easy start, it tends to be so easy it's painful. I end up with everything maxed and more friends than God.
And it gets boring.
So Business. I'd made Amanthea with a pretty standard loadout for traits:
Slob, Workaholic, Genius, Charismatic, Ambitious.
The strategy, obviously, is to spend as little money at college as possible. Since she got credits towards a business scholarship, I enrolled Amanthea for a single term for six credits. Free time, yay.
After the opportunities and tuition, I have a bit more than the starting 8308 - specifically, after I added doors to the dormitory (Whoops) I sit at 8548.
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