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Hey just wanted to come out and say real quick that I think I've confirmed a new kintype. It actually falls under a whole new category of alterhumanity that I've never been in before.
I am Post Apocalyptic Survivor Conceptkin
Trying to figure this out was... certainly a challenge. Quite honestly I'm still not 1000% sure that is exactly what I'm experiencing, but for the time being it feels right.
This is an identity that is very deeply rooted in my sense of self and is a very personal experience. I struggle to even properly explain what this identity feels like, as there aren't really words in the english language (or any other language that I'm aware of) to describe the extremely abstract thoughts and emotions that come with it. The best way I can describe it is it just feels like something that's intertwined with the essence of my being, like I can just sense it all around me in the most subtle ways. I believe it's spiritual in nature, maybe stemming from a past (or future??) life. I think I have some vague memories of it, but it's hard to say because they don't feel like memories from a specific individual, hence why I use the conceptkin label. It's something I've sorta always felt with me, lingering in the background, dropping hints that there's something much bigger than myself out there. But it's grown more and more prevalent in my life as Ive gotten older, usually making itself most apparent in the spring and summer time. It's difficult to define, everytime I try to focus on it and make out any specifics it squirms out of my reach, like trying to remember a hazy dream from the previous night. Sometimes I'll see or hear something that strikes something familiar in me and I'll know Ive found another small piece to the puzzle, but I greatly struggle to make rational sense of it. But there are a few things I think I know for sure about it. Here are some things that remind of and make me feel more connected to it.
☣️🌿• TV Shows/Movies: Kipo and The Age of the Wonderbeasts, Ghostbusters II: Frozen Empire, I Am Legend, Love Death and Robots
☣️🌿• Video Games: The Last of Us
☣️🌿• Books: The 5th Wave
☣️🌿• Music: ACHE by emawk, Tumblr Girls (Christoph Andersson Remix Sped Up) by G-Eazy, Lady Killers II (Slowed Remix) by G-Eazy, Resonance (Sped Up) by Home
☣️🌿• Pics:
I don't see many other conceptkins around so if you're out there hiiiii :3 I'd love to be friends and hear about your experiences! Maybe it will help me to make sense of my own in some way. Also feel free to ask me any questions about it! ^^ I'd love to answer them and it'd probably be helpful for me to try learning to verbally express some of the things I experience lol, thank uuuu <3
some concepts for a TTRPG post apocalypse school project
Population is concentrated in quite barricaded cities, the land between being pretty much a wasteland, too dangerous because of the zombies roaming around. However, the recency of the apocalypse means there are plenty of useful things just laying around, perfectly usable.
One of the 4 characters written.
Hunter - Survivalist Man - ~30 years old
Had a complicated life that pushed him to find many different strategies to survive with almost nothing. Pretty cold and serious, quite solitary and wary of others but he feels deeply alone. He was independent, unaffiliated with the revolutionaries, but he does share the drive to help others by looking to synthetize the treatment. He doesn't hesitate to hurt others or even kill to achieve that goal, but it's not a method he enjoys, he's far from being bloodthirsty.
Shark zombie When a person takes a dose of the new drug engineered by the governments, their body goes through micro mutations very fast, giving them strength, endurance... But when the effects wear off, the backlash on the body is extreme and the person ends up very weakened. If they stay too long in that disminished state, their brain dysfunctions and starts producing the drug by itself, to the price of some essential faculties, both mental and physical. The person then starts to mutare, taking animal-ish traits and, while still being perfectly alive, starts to act more like a zombie than a human.
Day VII
It wasn't long before the humans died off and the machines built by them were the only survivors left. The robots and AI developed over a few centuries to recycle the accumulated trash, thus making them effectively immortal. The Earth cooled by a few degrees as the only water was in the atmosphere, keeping the ground usable for plants.
The seeds in the ground and those that blew around became saturated with radiation that escaped from decrepit power plants and silos and storage facilities. Mutations were catalyzed and metal and plastic started to grow out of the ground.
One of many big companies, Trash, Recycling, and IgnitioN Services by Electric and Gas-GuzzlerS, TRaINS by EGGS mass produced trash compaction robots, among others. These, like the rest, grouped up like families, like clans. It was almost human.
Boolean lifted a pile of scrap before turning it into a cube. Then he heard the telltale whistle of something flying through the air at high speed. He took the brunt of it and rolled it to the ground. He absorbed the scrap, bulking himself up, then went to investigate what had launched the projectile.
What he saw after a few minutes was the opposite of what he expected: a war machine curled up, doing the robotic equivalent of human crying. She lifted her head as he drew closer.
"何が欲しいですか?"
Boolean cocked his head in confusion. He recognized the language, but not what it meant.
"Qu'est-ce que tu veux?"
Not even the slightest clue.
"¿Qué deseas?"
So close yet so far away. So he went with the one he knew. "英語を話します?"
She snickered at that, then, in a much less irritated growl, said, "What do you want?"
"Oh, uh.... I just wondered if you throwing that crane at me was on purpose? Looking at you now, though, it doesn't seem like it." Now that he wasn't trying to process language or body language, he saw her factory silver plating which was covered in dust and rust flakes. She got up and some of the debris fell off of her.
"Sorry about that. Just alone and sad. I was sent here to find life, but aside from some weird molds and viruses, and you, I've found nothing."
"Well, if you're looking for humans or mammals you won't find any. They're all dead and gone. There aren't even any remains. But if you're looking at plant life, everything here came from carbon-based, photosynthesizing flora. Centuries back, but the DNA's still there, if you know where to look." He plucked a leaf from the ground. The rubber peeled apart easily when he opened it up.
"This is the most natural, well, most pre-apocalyptic, plant that grows now. One of the few carbon-based life forms here anymore." The silver robot looked at it, hunching to see and be less imposing. She analyzed it and, sure enough, nothing but hydrocarbons.
"Wait, what's your name? I'm Boolean."
"Evelyn."