The world's been left a dusted wasteland after societal collapse and violence, crime wars and bombings have left the planet barren and pitiful. As repairs happen, a new continent arises to house all the crime and dangers it possibly can: the Detriments, a zone where entry means no way home alive, and where all crime is permitted.
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This world is a post-apocalypse Earth where the world is in development, and the Detriments (where the bulk of the worldbuilding and story is) is a crime-filled zone. Feel free to take creative liberties, but keep in mind the setting. Minor elements of fantasy are fine if justified (for example; a character with cat ears and a tail because of the radiation from the bombings.
Other than that, I'm not picky on responses, please be as literate or as simple as you would like, entries can be whatever length you feel up to.
Also please feel free to ask me if you need to know anything, I'm not that strict on the worldbuilding, but yeah I'd love to have people join and roleplay :}
After activists tried to sort out the issues present in the state of the world, destruction fled and concentrated on one point of Earth. Unable to combat the sheer amount of destruction present there, the activists closed in on them and began constructing a wall surrounding the criminals.
A minor agreement was procured with the criminals, and as such, the activists and new government began working. A strange and twisted system was made, one where a new zone was created. In this area of destruction, a continent-sized perimeter was traced and the crime-ridden zone it created was known since as the "Detriments".
Outside, civilization has been rebuilding, but within the Detriments? That is another story entirely. A new world was created for the sole purpose of housing crime in order to keep the dangers of the world elsewhere, to vent the frustrations of the people who need it and offer a newer, riskier way of living.
The rules of the Detriments establish that: - Anyone may enter the Detriments, but without a government law enforcer ID of high enough status, you may not leave - Inside the large and vast zone, there is close to no vegetation or water, however they get occasional shipments and drops of resources to keep the residents sated. Weapons may also be included - Law has no place within the Detriments, anything may happen within the zone - Crime which occurs in the Detriments must stay in the Detriments at all costs - One may be exiled to the Detriments in the case that their crimes are deemed large enough for the Detriments to serve as a permanent sentence
Outside the perimeter, there are countless trained military groupings and sniper towers ready to shoot at any criminal who may leave the continent. There is no known chance of escape once you enter.
A dangerous world this is, but one of which houses many complexities and stories...
*Humming elegantly, Elvora held her posture high and walked properly as she made her way north. The Detriments were a large place with little indications of what locations it houses and where, but once you live there long enough, you begin to know your way.*
*Dust surrounded her feet as she was careful to not drag her shoes along the ground; cracked and dry. Elvora held across her chest a bloody hatchet, stains lining up with the front of her white apron. The apron was painted more heavily with gore of her victims. She rubbed the wooden handle of the weapon, blistering sun reflected dully off of the axe's blade between the dried strings and splatters of red.*
*With her right hand free of the axe, she pulled gently on her gasmask to adjust it and set it to a better fit on her face. Concealed behind the mask, she smiled.*
*Straightening up the wrinkles on her dress, Elvora kept on her journey northwards.*
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