everything you need to know to make your life complete. plot & rules are required reading. both have a password in them that you MUST have for your application. you are urged to read everything, though. it's useful information, and helps on applications.

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polls are welcome, but keep those family friendly as well

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post your stories and your arts and your graphics critique and your shops here you guys, k?
there are no sub-boards because will is a lazypants so make sure you bookmark stuff.

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this is where the bio form is located, and is also where you make your characters. please fill out the bio to the best of your abilities, and then patiently wait for a staff member to look it over.

these bios have a flaw. we don't like flaws here, so we move your flawed bio to this board, where we'll tell you what's wrong with it so you can fix it and make everything all better.

accepted biographies are placed here, and are locked, so don't even think about posting in here.

face claim, name reserve and some other good stuff is in this board.
it is REQUIRED that you post in here once your character has been accepted.

plot your character's friends and enemies, etc within this board. there is a sub-board for requesting a brother for a character or any of that other stuff.

though rather dusty and old, most people love this little diner, once owned by a lavi berns, is now owned by one of her relatives. he keeps to himself and is very quiet, often doesn't speak at all.
though usually crowded with soldiers, the homey-feeling that this diner has doesn't keep too many people away.

the swings are creaky, the monkeybars are rusty, and the sand that covers the floor crawls with spiders and other bugs. watch where you step.

tall brick building with vines growing on the outside, while the inside is patrolled by nazis and dvs soldiers. lock your doors, they might be inebriated.
there's a form within this board to make your own apartment, but only if you aren't a soldier.

it's old, it's dirty, it smells like greasy socks, and it's how people are used to getting around on these parts. most don't mind the smell, and the rat population is kept to the minimum by some of the homeless that border the building.
the next stop is the heart.

this is the last stop that the train takes within the ruined city. this train station smells like bad perfume, mostly because the heart is a bit cleaner than the rest of the ruins.
the remainder of the train tracks head out of town, they look like they never end.

moderately dusty, this is the place where everyone comes to buy their food and the other things they need for daily living. it's often crowded and pricey, but for food, it's worth the trip.

it's huge, it's old, and it smells like medicine, but for all the kids of the resistance, they call it home,sweet home. this is their main hide-out, and most of them just live here.
there are still bodies in the beds.

the walls remained decorated with ribbons, though red rust stains and charred wallpaper splatters itself around the place. the floor is large, the tables still remain standing, and there is a large hole in the middle of the stage, made of old wood that rises roughly three feet from the cream-tiled floor.
..oh wait...that might not be rust...

this is where the train tracks dramatically slide down a large hill and across a far-off bridge. they're rusty and cold, and some people will walk along them to find a better future, or to die. the only thing past the city is the outskirts, of course.
walking into there is like suicide.

this alleyway is filled with boxes and vomit, the trashcan is tipped over in the back and there is only one way to get out of this narrow hallway, which is the way you came in.
oh, sometimes people live in those boxes, so don't mess them up because they'll come back and kill you, the homeless are often drunk.

this place is eerie. hardly anyone ever goes in here besides the DVS soldiers, who come either to sleep or to patrol. the ground is literally littered with gravestones and dug-up dead bodies, desperate people looking for money on the dead only find organs and flesh.
watch where you step.

in the middle of the ruins, a small garden resides. it's probably the only clean, colorful thing in town; just a tiny patch of flowers that are always looking healthy, only about the size of a small room. no one knows whose garden it is, or why it's there, but it's so beautiful not even the nazis had the courage to trample it down. most people think a ghost woman by the name of beautrice becks, who died in that very spot, takes care of it.

nothing huge and fancy and gorgeous, this stream, it's more like a lengthy puddle. it's very shallow and unentertaining, and there are sometimes little fish in there.

this is where all of the soldiers reside on their off-time. there are sub-boards within this board for the different areas of this huge building.

it sounds scary because it is. once a huge theme park named 'wienerschnizllhosen' it has long since been in total ruins, the rollar coasters and wiener stands abandoned. now, only nazis and dvs come around to get away from their job. a sort of recreational area where they can roam free, making this one of the most dangerous places in town.

a large, seemingly endless field of grass, stained with old blood stains and the remains of some bodies. watch where you walk, there may be mines.