Imagine your every-day city.
Imagine a street blocked by a small fair, people smiling, the smell of food cooking-- imagine a prosperous city. Imagine happy families and heartbreak and overwhelming joy and nice estates at the edge of town, imagine a place where people from all over flock for art, for recreation, for fun.
Now that you've got that cheerful image in your head, flip it upside down.
This is the city now, that was the city then-- people fucked up by trying to play god, you know? And now they're just screwed. Ever hear the story about the guy who flew too close to the sun? It's like that, 'cept on a grander scale. But it's not like you need to know about anything that happened here before-- nah, man, you're just here from wherever you were, for whatever reason, a pretty little bracelet fixed on you and a searing pain in your wrist, an inability to do whatever magic tricks you could do before. Top priority is just to survive, after all.
Either way, you can figure out just by a glance around this place that whatever happened here was a shit sort of fate to befall, but if that's how the cookie crumbles... well. Not much you can do about that.
Also not much you can do about the lively locals-- a bunch of sickly, quiet brains and more than a truck-full of corpses. They're all here to greet you with a bouquet of maggots and cockroaches, here to present you with a special dinner: last month's week-old meatloaf. Come on, gather around the table-- the entire family's sat there, b-b-buzzing with excitement but still managing to sit respectfully in honor of their new guest-- heads bowed, skeleton hands folded neatly in their bony laps.
Oh, gee, just wait till you meet the family pets-- all five thousand of them. There's Buggy the cockroach and his million or so friends; Rover, something that used to be a dog but is more like a corpse on four legs by now, rows upon rows of razer sharp teeth ready to give more than a little love bite; there's Fluffy, too, a cat with six legs and talon-claws stuck on its little feeties-- and man, we'd be here all day if I named them all off to you. So just go and meet 'em all! Come on. Don't be shy. After all...
You're family now.
Welcome to Asper: city of ruin, of rot, and of morbid splendor you'll never find at any other.
Wasteland is a panfandom, post-apocalypse, plot-based, mystery and horror roleplay game on Inksome, a site with 150+ icons and no advertisements. It's invite only, however, but you can easily get an invite from one of the mods. We currently are in need of some fresh blood. Those already at the game are friendly and open to plotting, and the mods are usually around to answer any of your questions.
Hope to see you around!
We currently have a Sakura, an Itachi and a Deidara! Any other characters would be welcome!