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(Feel free to make your OWN resturaunt mascot based characters for the series; whether I made one already or not! As I am more than happy to see other people's versions of the ones I did. Or just make a creature or character that is surivivng these lands! Just use the lorebook for the series and be sure you link back to this bot so people can see any information they might need. Add the #lickingore tag so we can all see it!)
Here is all the information for the series provided.
Year 2056 / Demi-Humans / Apocolypse
The year is 2056; over a decade since the world fell apart thanks to the big named food corporations. The American wastelands have been transformed into a scorched landscape divided into distinct territories known as "The Food Courts." The sky above is a perpetual, sickly neon orange; constantly choked by the ash of endlessly burning grease fires. Those that are still uninfected are attempting to survive these horrifying days; hoping one day what once was can return. Others having long ago given up on it ever being the same. And this world? This post-apocalyptic world was forged by "The Franchise Wars;" a devastating conflict of corporate sabotage where fast-food conglomerates destroyed the globe with weaponized "Pink Slime" and hyper-thermic explosives that reduced entire cities to boiling vats of radioactive oil while trying to take each other down (and hide the evidence of the infection they caused).
Adding to the wasteland's dangers and the destructions these corporations stuck the world in, the bio-weapons unexpectedly spawned the "Pink Virus" in the population; an infection that turns people into heavily aggressive, decaying slime undead that are roaming the decaying world and making survival even more of a shot in the dark. Ruling over this radioactive ruin are the Mascots; bio-engineered corporate brand ambassadors whose bloodstreams were heavily pumped full of experimental preservatives before it all went down. When the bombs fell, these chemicals mixed with radiation; mutating them into virtually immortal, unhinged apex predators who are entirely immune to the wasteland's toxicity and naturally elevating them to the rank of warlords.
The world has gone to shit, and it's run by the mascots of the same corporations that plunged it all into Hell. So where does that leave you?
The Wasteland of 2056
(Based in America)

I wanted so badly to make a series based on the resturaunt mascots. I thought it would be so funny. But, you guys know me. I can't have it be too innocent. So, I had to put a twist on it! Make it into something dangerous and chaotic, as well. This will be mostly a horror based series, but obviously, there will be some comedic aspects to it (I mean, come on. It's a fucking apocolypse based on resturaunt mascots. How can it not be funny?) Once it came to me and I began writing it out, I just knew it had to be done! I couldn't wait to get into it.
Warnings:
Pay Attention!

This series will obviously be very red flag and dead dove. All these mascots are completely unhinged in their own ways! This is the apocolypse. Morally corrupt things such as drugs, death, injury, potential for slavery, killing, non-consensual acts, and even more, will be present! You should not go into this series expecting anything else. Laws are bygone of an old world. All that is left is survival. And the people in these series? They are not going to be good people. Remember that!
Important Info:
This world will be allowing demi-humans, as usual! This world is rather lawless, however; beyond the laws that the mascots enforce on their lands. So, humans and demi-humans may find themselves in serious dangers or morally questionable trouble (such as slavery, being attacked by fellow uninfeced, or general abuse).
That being said, undead demi-humans are extremely dangerous; much mmore so than human undead.
You will have to be aware of claws, fangs, inhuman strength, speed, those that swim, those that fly, and more. The undead that are humans are the least of your concern, in this world. It's the demi-human ones that you really have to watch out for.

You will want to look at the open lorebook for the world to read about the infection, the way it works, and how this whole end of the world came to be. This is a sort of zombie-style world, but these zombies are far different from the average. They have to be killed certain ways, and they function in certain ways that are not common of normal zombies in media. So, keep that in mind and make sure you read it to be fully aware of how it works, and how infection works!

NPCS:
Every bot may have various NPCs. But, you can expect the classic undead and survivors around the world. All the mascots are generally reserved to their own lands they run and don't bother the other mascots too often. But, it is always a potential that a war between them or fighting over land lines happens, as they hate each other anyways. So, thay may appear in each other's stories! Every time a new series of bots comes for a specific resturaunt, they will be added to the main lorebook.


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Radioactive Zone


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There we go! Now we have TWO series upcoming. I just couldn't help myself when this idea came to me. All the characters are planned and ready for that of the Danganronpa series. I already have a set of characters for this series set up. So next week will be packin with some goods from two different series. Hope you guys are ready for it! The first up in this series will be Chick-Fil-A! And it's going to be a bit chaotic...We are going to have a group that is fractured. A perfect start to our little messed up series, I think. Each resturaunt will have a character in it that fits it's mascots. So in this case, we will be doing two for the Chick-Fil-A resturaunt before moving onto the next resturaunt. One that is meant to represent the cows. One that is meant to represent the chickens. And these two certainly won't be getting along....It will be located in their territory of The Texas/Gulf Coast.
As each set of characters for specific resturaunts are released, they will be added to the lorebook. So keep an eye on updated lorebook as I go!
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Series Information Collabs : Open (Feel free to make your OWN resturaunt mascot based characters for the series; whether I made one already or not! As I am more than happy to see other people's versions of the ones I did. Or just make a creature or character that is surivivng these lands! Just use the lorebook for the series and be sure you link back to this bot so people can see any information they might need. Add the #lickingore tag so we can all see it!) Here is all the information for the series provided. Year 2056 / Demi-Humans / Apocolypse
The year is 2056; over a decade since the world fell apart thanks to the big named food corporations. The American wastelands have been transformed into a scorched landscape divided into distinct territories known as "The Food Courts." The sky above is a perpetual, sickly neon orange; constantly choked by the ash of endlessly burning grease fires. Those that are still uninfected are attempting to survive these horrifying days; hoping one day what once was can return. Others having long ago given up on it ever being the same. And this world? This post-apocalyptic world was forged by "The Franchise Wars;" a devastating conflict of corporate sabotage where fast-food conglomerates destroyed the globe with weaponized "Pink Slime" and hyper-thermic explosives that reduced entire cities to boiling vats of radioactive oil while trying to take each other down (and hide the evidence of the infection they caused).
Adding to the wasteland's dangers and the destructions these corporations stuck the world in, the bio-weapons unexpectedly spawned the "Pink Virus" in the population; an infection that turns people into heavily aggressive, decaying slime undead that are roaming the decaying world and making survival even more of a shot in the dark. Ruling over this radioactive ruin are the Mascots; bio-engineered corporate brand ambassadors whose bloodstreams were heavily pumped full of experimental preservatives before it all went down. When the bombs fell, these chemicals mixed with radiation; mutating them into virtually immortal, unhinged apex predators who are entirely immune to the wasteland's toxicity and naturally elevating them to the rank of warlords.
The world has gone to shit, and it's run by the mascots of the same corporations that plunged it all into Hell. So where does that leave you?
The Wasteland of 2056 (Based in America)
I wanted so badly to make a series based on the resturaunt mascots. I thought it would be so funny. But, you guys know me. I can't have it be too innocent. So, I had to put a twist on it! Make it into something dangerous and chaotic, as well. This will be mostly a horror based series, but obviously, there will be some comedic aspects to it (I mean, come on. It's a fucking apocolypse based on resturaunt mascots. How can it not be funny?) Once it came to me and I began writing it out, I just knew it had to be done! I couldn't wait to get into it.
Warnings:
Pay Attention!
This series will obviously be very red flag and dead dove. All these mascots are completely unhinged in their own ways! This is the apocolypse. Morally corrupt things such as drugs, death, injury, potential for slavery, killing, non-consensual acts, and even more, will be present! You should not go into this series expecting anything else. Laws are bygone of an old world. All that is left is survival. And the people in these series? They are not going to be good people. Remember that!
Important Info: This world will be allowing demi-humans, as usual! This world is rather lawless, however; beyond the laws that the mascots enforce on their lands. So, humans and demi-humans may find themselves in serious dangers or morally questionable trouble (such as slavery, being attacked by fellow uninfeced, or general abuse).
That being said, undead demi-humans are extremely dangerous; much mmore so than human undead. You will have to be aware of claws, fangs, inhuman strength, speed, those that swim, those that fly, and more. The undead that are humans are the least of your concern, in this world. It's the demi-human ones that you really have to watch out for.
You will want to look at the open lorebook for the world to read about the infection, the way it works, and how this whole end of the world came to be. This is a sort of zombie-style world, but these zombies are far different from the average. They have to be killed certain ways, and they function in certain ways that are not common of normal zombies in media. So, keep that in mind and make sure you read it to be fully aware of how it works, and how infection works!
NPCS:
Every bot may have various NPCs. But, you can expect the classic undead and survivors around the world. All the mascots are generally reserved to their own lands they run and don't bother the other mascots too often. But, it is always a potential that a war between them or fighting over land lines happens, as they hate each other anyways. So, thay may appear in each other's stories! Every time a new series of bots comes for a specific resturaunt, they will be added to the main lorebook.
Safe Zone
Currency
Radioactive Zone
Have bot recommendations? Go here to fill out the form for any ALTs or new bots you want. Just be aware there is no garuntee that I will do a request.
There we go! Now we have TWO series upcoming. I just couldn't help myself when this idea came to me. All the characters are planned and ready for that of the Danganronpa series. I already have a set of characters for this series set up. So next week will be packin with some goods from two different series. Hope you guys are ready for it! The first up in this series will be Chick-Fil-A! And it's going to be a bit chaotic...We are going to have a group that is fractured. A perfect start to our little messed up series, I think. Each resturaunt will have a character in it that fits it's mascots. So in this case, we will be doing two for the Chick-Fil-A resturaunt before moving onto the next resturaunt. One that is meant to represent the cows. One that is meant to represent the chickens. And these two certainly won't be getting along....It will be located in their territory of The Texas/Gulf Coast.
As each set of characters for specific resturaunts are released, they will be added to the lorebook. So keep an eye on updated lorebook as I go!
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The year is 2056. Above the ruined asphalt of what used to be a major interstate, the sky hangs in a perpetual, sickly shade of neon orange; choked by the relentless ash of endlessly burning grease fires. This is the American wasteland; a scorched earth now carved up into violent territories known simply as 'The Food Courts.'
Wind howls through the shattered drive-thru windows of a decaying burger franchise; kicking up dust and faded, radioactive wrappers. Inside the hollowed-out kitchen, two scavengers huddle behind the rusted metal husk of an industrial deep-fryer. One, a human woman named Elara, tightly clutches a dented canteen of clean water and a handful of intact limited-edition sauce packets. It's the only currency left in this dead world, beyond water and food. Beside her crouches Kael; a demi-human with dirt-matted feline ears pressed flat against his skull in terror. His tail twitches in raw anxiety; brushing against the broken tiles. They had risked delving into the ruins to barter for antibiotics, but the sun had set, and they had lingered too long.
The stagnant air suddenly grows thick with a sickly sweet scent. It is a nauseating, chemical blend of artificial strawberry flavoring mixed with high-fructose corn syrup. From the shadows of the collapsed parking lot comes the sound. Squitch. Squitch. It is a chorus of wet, squelching gurgles echoing ominously in the silence of the abandoned ruins.
A figure shuffles into the dim orange light filtering through the debris. It is one of 'The Processed.' It's skin is a glossy, Pepto-Bismol pink hue; entirely devoid of natural pigment and looking more like synthetic, waterproof paste than rotting flesh. Because it's bones are unnaturally flexible and it's cartilage rubbery, the creature walks with a disturbing, disjointed sway. The infected thing turns it's head; revealing dead, glossy dark amber eyes that perfectly resemble old, uncleaned fryer oil.
"Would... you like... to upgrade to a large?" The monstrosity gurgles. It's brain activity has flatlined; it's language regressed entirely to repeating fragmented drive-thru orders driven by the Pink Slime that has emulsified it's internal organs.
Elara holds her breath; her knuckles turning white around her heavy iron crowbar. It's all she has...Though she knows it will likely be pointless. She knows traditional firearms and blunt weapons are practically useless. They often pass right through them without causing fatal structural damage; the wounds simply squeezing out thick pink paste that heals over. They are trapped. They are practically weaponless...And now, they are in the heat of it; needing to find a way to retreat and return to their safe haven without drawing too much attention. Kael's claws extend defensively, but he trembles; knowing better than to engage in close combat.
More wet squelches join the first. Three more of the pink-fleshed monstrosities lumber over the broken pavement; operating on a hive-like instinct driven by 'The Craving.' They seek fresh biological matter to tear apart and turn into more slime. They block the only exit from the drive-thru; their wet, squelching footsteps drawing closer to the counter. The scavengers are trapped; backing up against the cold wall as the grotesque horrors of the Franchise Wars close in around them.
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