Ok, it seems that the defribulators are coming out since it looks as if SDnG kinda died. Imma gonna make a new thread, maybe a chapter of sorts. It's not gonna be RSVP, anyone can still join, but I am gonna try and make a legitimate storyline for it. For now, the information from the first few posts. The backstory will be posted here. Any questions can be asked here, so that we can keep the RP thread for RPing only.

((heres the backstory, gonna be more stuff later.))


Location: Sahara Desert, Earth


  After the Rift Wars, Earth is a virtual wasteland. Its surface has become infested with noxious gases and with portals into dangerous and trecherous worlds. Its continents are now no longer homes for humans, but for the demons that came from the portals and rifts in space time. Now, with the demons in power the humans are forced to exist in one of the previously most inhostpitable places upon this now desolate world. The Sahara Desert.

  The Sahara is the last haven for the humans, and many other beings that fought during the Wars. Its vast expanse has become picketed with settlements and camps. Its constantly shifting dunes marked with the passage of caravans. Over the years after the Rift Wars the humans began to co-exist with many other being they had previously thought to only exist in thier minds.

  Many humans accepted this, they began to form cities and villages that would later house hundreds of species and races in thier depths. The greastest of these cities was New London. Founded by survivors from the continent previously known as Europe, the city quickly became vibrant and filled with different cultures and arts. It was because of this city that the humans survived, but it was not to last.

  There have been humans that have rejected living with other beings, that have sworn to destroy anyone who sympethises with non human beings. It was they that orchestrated New Londons destruction. This group of humans now known simply as Raiders, sabotaged the cities particle shields which protected it from the vicious sand storms of the Desert. The night that New London was torn appart and thrown in all directions by the massive sand storm known only as Kane was a night to remember.

  Now humanity and all those who have been intereacting with them since the founding of New London are thrown back out into the wilds. A result of the destruction of the city and all its people was a civil war between all the races that now reside upon Earth's Sahara desert. Shortly after the war ended and the races of the Sahara settled down, a portal opened in the northern regions of the Desert and brought a party of several travellers. One of which was a lizardman by the name of Sandrakas.

  The party soon met tragedy when demons from the north surged down in one of thier now common Purge Runs, all the party members but two died in the attack. Sandrakas and a cyclops by the name of Groktex survived by hiding in the sands until the demons passed by. After the demons had gone a massive sand storm came up and shifted the dunes of the Desert.

  After being trapped in a dune for almost two days, the lizardman and his cyclops friend dug themselves out to a site not seen since the fall of New London. A small village had been uncovered by the moving sands, several buildings and a longer hut now lay in front of them. Sandrakas and his cyclops friend had then gone to explore the ruins. To their surprise they found that the longer hut was still intact and that everything inside was all in one piece.

  The hut was indeed not a hut at all, but a bar that had been shielded for years beneath the sands of the Desert by a still functioning particle shield. Sanadrakas, amazed by the discovery decided to reopen the place. He and Groktex began repairing the inside and the outside, making it hospitable for any who wished to come in for a drink.

  Late one day after the reinforcing of the outside walls had been complete Sandrakas tripped over something hard and found it to be an old rusty sign that had fallen from its post above the door. The sign read, "Swords, Dragons and Gasoline. Established yr: 143 A.R.W. Street of Festivals, New London."

On with the OOC, Rules are as follows.

IC Rules for Swords, Dragons and Gasoline:

Any genre allowed, be you fantasy, modern or sci fi or anything else.

All beings allowed in the realm, beware if you be demons though not many people have a liking of that race and you may be hunted or shot if discovered. (Some exceptions might be made.)

Weapons will be checked at the door of the bar, NPC Groktex (played by myself) will take away any ranged weapons on your person. This includes bows, guns, and any other thrown or ranged weapon. Magic does not count as ranged.

You do not have to ask my permission to enter, just enter. This is not a RSVP.