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Created on 2011-12-31 19:58:32 (#1348785), last updated 2012-03-12 (284 weeks ago)

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Name:posthumansmods
Birthdate:May 9

ThePostHumans is CLOSED.

We would like to thank everyone who has played with us over the last couple of years. It has been a lot of fun playing with all of you!




YOU WAKE UP IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK.
You're in the ruins of the Baxter Building. You step out of a glass tube, into a room covered in ghostly decontamination tarps, and are sprayed down with chemical cocktail. Men in white Hazmat suits strip you and take whatever personal belongings you had on you. You're shuttled to a hostel full of other people like you - people from other places, other times, other realities - and you're told that everyone is very sorry that you were chosen. The machine's random, they say. It doesn't discriminate.

Two years ago, someone came through the transporter just like you did, but they took half of Manhattan with them in a rampage. Since then, the machine doesn't discriminate - but the people do.


YOU WAKE UP IN TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCES, NEW MEXICO.
You're in a research facility deep under the desert. You stumble out of the glass tube, alone, and find nothing but storage boxes full of spare clothing, maps, blankets, and old cell phones. A screen lights up, activated by your presence. A tired-looking man tells you that you've been brought into an alternate reality; take what you need from the bins and try not to get into trouble.

You're marked now, he tells you. A microchip under the skin of your wrist. It's the pinch that you felt - just a precaution.


YOU WAKE UP IN SEATTLE, WASHINGTON.
You're in a high-rise building on the West Coast. A woman in a lab coat greets you, apologizing for the nausea you're feeling and the strangeness of the situation. You're on Earth, but not your Earth - if Earth was ever yours in the first place. She gives you pamphlets and a PDA, telling you that you aren't alone. The boundaries of their dimension are soft and people and things sometimes bleed through. There used to be people like you - powerful people, heroes - but they're all gone.

She won't tell you why.


YOU WAKE UP IN A DIFFERENT WORLD WITH DIFFERENT RULES.

At least you wake up still you.





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