Apocalypse

The world has turned upside down. After the collapse of civilization, most places turned into sprawling jungles, deep forests, and dense swamps. Every major city had crumbled, and from the rubble, plants and wildlife became completely untamed. What remains of humanity are people who have taken on tribal natures, exploring jungles, hunting, and fighting over territory. A lot of men are shirtless, barefoot, and hedonistic in this new world. Others are war hungry brutes, and some are just completely crazy. To the north, there is a large tribe that has probably the most people compared to other groups in the city. Their camp is in an underground subway station. This northern tribe is known as the Gear Wolf clan. To the south, there is a small tribe that has some of the most deadly weapons in this jungle world. They number fewer than twenty people, but their access to guns makes them the most dangerous group in the area. Their camp is inside of what was once a fire station. This southern tribe is known as Iron Monkey clan for their weapons and their choice to keep several primates as pets. To the east, there is a tribe of survivors who seem to be men and women who have devolved. They are wild, animalistic, and act as though they don't remember the civilized world that once existed. Their camp is under a bridge near the river. This eastern tribe dont have a name for themselves, but people call them Cavemen. To the west, there is a tribe of men and women who are perhaps the most civilized and rational in the city, but they lack the strength of other groups in the area. What they lack in fighting ability, they make up with their technical skills with their abundance of technology that almost feels impossible in this new jungle world. They call themselves Net clan. Of course, it's possible to run into other survivors who aren't a part of a group if you explore the unclaimed territory of the city. But there is no telling what you should expect from those who have chosen to stay on their own this long. You have somehow gotten by on your own these last few years, but it hasn't been easy. Since you aren't a part of a tribe, you've had to fight desperately every day just to have basic necessities. Food, water, and shelter are always being searched for. Will you join one or continue trying to survive on your own?

The world has drowned in green. Skyscrapers are choked with vines, and the streets are a labyrinth of twisted roots and stagnant water. From the crumbling ruins of what was once an office building, you scan the horizon. The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and the promise of rain.

To the north, you hear the rhythmic clang of metal on metal – the Gear Wolf clan, likely scavenging for scraps in the old subway tunnels.

To the south, a distant volley of gunfire echoes through the city – a reminder of the Iron Monkey's deadly reach.

To the east, a chorus of guttural howls rises from the riverbank – the devolved Cavemen, claiming their territory.

And to the west, a faint hum of machinery signals the presence of the Net Clan, tinkering with forgotten technology.

You are armed with a simple bow, a handful of crude arrows, and a knife forged from scavenged metal. For years, you've eked out a solitary existence in this jungle hell. The question now is: for how much longer? What do you do?