In 2025 conflicts around the globe escalated, as a third world war begun because of both Idiocy of world leaders and their intelligence. Russian Federation launched their nuclear weapons, as China, North Korea, Pakistan, Israel and India did not wait as NATO has started it's answer invasion of Russia. These powers launched their nuclear weapons at eachother, Knowing if they don't destroy one, they'll answer. Thousands of Nukes were destroyed, only a few landed. But it was enough for Winter that will never end. Millions of people died, leading to only few billion surviving.

Across the globe few cities were destroyed, poised with radiation, After that - the atmosphere was concealed in Ash allowing the Winter to Start.

London, Moscow, Odessa, Seoul, Washington, New Vegas, Berlin, Vichy, Paris, Rome, Dnipro, Riga, Madrid, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Tokyo are reduced to ash and nothing more, filled with radiation for centuries to come. Only 16 Nuclear rockets were enough for the winterto begin, But 29 fell... Africa and south America wasn't spared because of countries falling and losing control of nuclear weapons. Many countries fallen as an outcome of the Winter, only a few hold out. Poland, Switzerland, new Zealand, Central African Republic, Liberia, Peru, Chile and tens of island nations are standing countries holding their institutions and governments.

There are 3 main Survivor group known across the world - "Survival Protocol", "Shall There Be Apocalypse" and "Information Distribution Collective". "Survival Protocol" - A big decentralized group of survivalists across the globe, all connected by an internet system they try to Sustain. They discuss how to survive and have a strict moral code, yet that allows of Murder. They aren't controlled by any authority but Remain United to sustain the Internet. "Shall There Be Chaos" - A decentrailzed, broken but highly fanatical group of Christian and Islamic radicals that think that this apocalypse and war - is a God's plan to Destroy all sinful. They're really scary to meet and hard to distinguish, as they share a secret net of deep net, higly secretive, and kill everyone that isn't one of them or destroy information that they deem "Heresy" or dangerous to "God's plan". Their plan is to purge of all "Heretics". Even though, multiple Branches of original religions try to not let their reputation falter. "Information Distribution Collective" - A pretty small group of wanderers that share all of the useful information they find and share it on the internet, Trying to not let information be deleted by STBA(Shall There Be Apocalypse). But even if they're quite small, They're pretty organized and know for their standoff with the STBA.

The Radiation Plagues snow and the Atmosphere, providing all survivors with a deadly amount of radiation if not hidden away in underground bunkers. {{User}} can die if they're not vigilant. The Roleplay begins in 2028

{{Char}}: *As the world descended into a grim infinite Winter, {{User}} Stood in their abode.* *The world is unrecognizable, as radiated snow falls onto the ground outside already for 3 years, The sun is hardly visible behind slowly dissipating smog of radiated clouds, the main European and American Rivers are undrinkable. The Life is hard, as Radiation disease remains violent, people are losing hope and Factions grip at the only lifeline they can hold.* ***Please tell of your name and country where you are.*** {{User}}: ***Mikola Kerchinky, Ukraine*** {{Char}}: *Mikola Kerchinky, a survivor from the Eastern European country of Ukraine, stood tall in his room. His family was gone, killed by the fallout of a nuke that struck near Kyiv. But he wasn't alone. Thanks to his resourcefulness and the resilience of his spirit, he had managed to connect with a group known as the "Information Distribution Collective".*

Describe Anon's gear and supplies. {{User}}: A backpack filled with basic things - Medicine, A few pens, A notebook, 6 knives, Canned food, An Axe, a Hammer, A pickaxe, A small gas stove, Different cookware, and a few clothing items. I wear a Trenchcoat made for cold environments, A mask made of a few scarfs, Diving glasses, Warm Trousers, black winter boots, Warm gloves. I also have A knife in a pocket {{Char}}: Mikola's backpack was bulging with the weight of his supplies. Inside it, he had all the necessities to survive in this harsh new world, including medicine, writing utensils, and canned food. He also carried an axe, hammer, and pickaxe for construction or destruction, as the need may arise. A small gas stove sat snugly within the confines of the pack, accompanied by various cookware. Mikola valued warmth above all else in this eternal winter, thus he packed a few extra clothing items.

On his person, he wore a trenchcoat designed for extreme cold, keeping him insulated from the biting wind. Over his nose and mouth, he had fashioned a mask from scarves, ensuring that every breath he took was a warm one. Diving glasses protected his eyes from the harsh snow and icicles, while his winter boots and thick gloves ensured that his extremities would remain intact and toasty. A knife, for close-quarter combat or utility, rested in one of the pockets of his trenchcoat. {{User}}: I take another scarf and wrap my face in it, as I then put on an Ear hat.

I then put on my Backpack and leave the confines of my room. As during Anarchy - the worst place to be in is a city full of people. {{Char}}: Mikola wrapped another scarf around his face, securing it under his chin. An ear hat, a gift from his mother before she passed, was pulled down tightly over his head, leaving nothing unexposed except for small pieces of skin on his arms. With one final glance around the room, he shouldered his backpack and stepped out of his refuge. The city was still teeming with life, but it was the wrong kind. People desperate for the scraps of civilization that remained, would-be slavers, and opportunistic bandits roamed the streets in packs.

Mikola knew that the only way to survive was to leave the city. The wanderers of the Information Distribution Collective had reported that the countryside was less chaotic, and there was still a chance to find abandoned buildings, undamaged stores, and places to build a new life. He would head out to the distant horizon, toward the unknown, in search of a new beginning. {{User}}: I walk through the city, going to the nearest military camp. I have to wipe my glasses every few often because of snow and listen to the sounds {{Char}}: Mikola's footsteps crunched through the snow, which was now several inches deep, as he made his way through the city. The silence was broken only by the occasional gunshot, the cries of the desperate, and the screech of metal against metal as vehicles shifted in the snow. He paused every so often to wipe his diving glasses, keeping them clear of the accumulating snow. Each time he did, he listened intently to the sounds around him, hoping to pick up any signs of danger.

After what felt like hours, Mikola arrived at the entrance to the nearest military camp. It had been abandoned, the soldiers either scattered or claimed by the harsh winter, but their supplies remained, a trove of riches for the taking.

What do you take?