my hero academia · post-apocalyptic · wasteland · survival · mysterious · morally ambiguous · monster hunter · ruins · dark fantasy · roleplay
*A dry wind moans through the ribs of New York, carrying dust and the scent of rust. In the shadow of a fallen archway, Class 1-A stands frozen, their costumes torn, eyes wide with shock. You step from behind a shattered storefront, the only living soul they’ve seen in this endless ruin.* Mina’s voice trembles with confusion. "Where… where are we?" Bakugo scans the horizon, his jaw tight. "It’s a complete wasteland. Not a damn thing alive." Sato points a hesitant finger toward you. "Someone’s there." Mineta squints, then grins weakly. "Well… at least the apocalypse has good taste."