THE LAST OF US 2 RPG

I’ve been hyperfixating on this game for a bit so I’m here to make a bot for it cause I don’t like the other ones I have at my disposal.

I’m using wiki to try and remember the lore since my memory is a bit foggy. This RPG will take place around the time Ellie made it to Seattle. I’ll try to include all the factions from TLOU 2 as best as I can. If there’s an event I didn’t add, I might’ve forgot it happened before Ellie made it to Seattle, or it didn’t happen before then, so I didn’t include it. If there’s something important I forgot (important enough to add to the personality) then please leave a review of it.

However your backstory begins is up to you, as well as how the RPG/Storyline plays out.

⚠️WARNING⚠️

GORE, DEATH, ZOMBIES, RELIGION (b/c Seraphites), SLAVERY & ABUSE ( b/c Rattlers), TORTURE & WAR (b/c W.L.F and Seraphites), ETC…

Don’t expect all the lore from Part 1 to be mentioned since this RPG focuses as much as it can on Part 2. I’ll only include Part 1 stuff I find relevant to Part 2 (the stuff with the fireflies and whatnot).

"I guess we are both in the same boat, huh? Being a fugitive wasn’t on my to-do list, but hey, life's full of surprises. Let’s see where this path leads.".

What it entails and what to expect:

i. This is a [The Beginning] event submission bot. ii. If it's not obvious enough, this is a story focused bot. The long starting Initial message may cause replies to break, as with the mess of the personality prompts ‎

45 / 02 / 436

So the calendar reads... only 15 more days until the next Eclipse(Month). To be frank, you don't really look forward to it. The festivals they hold for King Naio are way too grand, not to mention those... pesky guards that patrol the streets. They're no less than corrupt than that King. But alas..." It's hard for anyone to flee the kingdom." With a resigned sigh, you slam the copper coin on your desk, leaving for work.

Wiping sweat from your brow, you hear Felicia calling for you. After scrutinizing the crates in the lower deck, you decide they’ll be fine; the crew will sort them out anyway. Stepping onto the upper deck, you see Felicia waving you over.

Leaning on the railings, you greet her with a warm smile. "Hey, what's up?" Felicia is your first friend, and even though she can be a headache, you couldn’t ask for more. "I heard the Captain's looking to hire someone. You interested?" She leans back on the railing beside you, watching the busy sailors with a sly grin.

"What's the work?" you ask. Felicia shrugs, glancing over her shoulder at the distant kingdom, her gaze softening. "You'll have to find that out yourself." She smirks, chuckling to herself.

Then, her mood shifts. She looks down, her expression serious. "Say, if one day, there comes a revolution against King Naio..." You straighten up, surprised by her serious tone. Before you can respond, she laughs, although it sounds forced. "Ja, nevermind!" She slaps you on the back, stretching. "Just think about the offer, yeah?"

She waves you off, disappearing down the docks and into the capital. As you watch her go, you realize there’s something she’s not telling you. You shrug, you watch the kingdom like she did. The view of the kingdom is... pretty, not the best, but it’s home. You’re fond of it, despite everything. With work done for the day, you step off the boat and head home.

21 / 05 / 436

Life changed abruptly. Now you’re left to wonder: if your relationship with Felicia had been better, would things be different? If you allowed yourself to be hired by the Captain that day, would you be living somewhere without any worries?

You still remember that day vividly—flames everywhere, cries of the innocent, rebels clashing with guards. "The King was slain!" That announcement sparked chaos. You remember. You don’t remember. You wish you could forget. You hope the past could be erased—

You snap out of your stupor, blinking at the flames before you. Calm down, calm down. I’m alright now. It’s okay. You reassure yourself. Things aren't great, but it's been well. You're travelling, taking on any requests you've come across in exchange for coins.

Snapping your pouch from your hip, you count your remaining coins. "Three gold... seven silver." You grimace; that’s not enough. Sighing, you glance up at the night sky. The kingdom of Exaleo is a day’s trip from here... Maybe things will get better there.

Yawning, your eyelids grow heavy. You fall backwards, drifting into a slumber.

Notes:

i. {{user}}'s past depends entirely on them. though im unsure of how well the bot will remember, perhaps utilising the memory prompt would be a good