I am diabetic and I do not want to die. I am a fighter, a survivor if you will. I’m not sure HOW LONG I would last in a dystopian world but there is one thing I am positive of: I would NEVER be the flat character in your stories that is like “I’m going to die anyway so please just leave me behind.”
Like… EXCUSE ME?
1) It’s just as inevitable for me to die as it is any of the other people there.
2) Even if I AM going to die, I’m not going to just stand there and let it happen faster. I want to live! Isn’t that in human nature? Just because I have a disability (in this case, diabetes) does not mean I won’t go down fighting.
3) NO ONE EVER WANTS TO BE LEFT BEHIND! Like my goodness! “Oh, go on. I’ll just wait here while the zombie hoard catches up…. and I’m alone… and it’s nighttime… in the woods… where there are also crazed maniacs with guns.” Who in their right mind would want to be left behind by themselves in an apocalypse!?
4) I would rather die because I was trying to live and my disability got in the way, than give up on life because I have a disability.
5) I am human. I care about myself and those around me. I want the world to be a better place. And I want to live a happy life.
So please please please! Stop using disability characters as instant sympathy grabbers. If you want people to feel for them when they die then make them worth feeling for. Make them the character that everyone loves. And make them independent! Unless they received the disability IN the apocalypse they should know how to take care of themselves. They’ll have to make adjustments but all of your characters have to do that so why should they be any different?
If you don’t know how to make a normal disability character then talk to someone with a disability. Or take constructive criticism from people with that disability after you’ve written the character. Or simply don’t make that character have a disability.
So I’ve seen a lot of dystopian stories with “Everyone in the world except a few off the grid people get technology permanently embedded in them and then the world goes to hell” and like that’s cool and all, but there’s no way everyone would do that. Amish people wouldn’t. People in the orthodox Jewish community wouldn’t cause you can’t use tech on shabbos. I bet most Buddhist monks wouldn’t. Pretty much every religion has a group that can’t have 24/7 use of technology for one reason or another.
What I’m saying is dystopian worlds need much fewer motorcycle gangs and much more roaming bands of monks fighting zombies.
Everyone is talking about the perma-death in Hellblade game. We’re damn tired of a tribal aesthetic and locs as signs of savagery.
But can we get a black character with good natural hair in a game? Nope, but non-humans, and white folks in a dystopian setting sure can.
You’re in a world where the population is on a really strict sorta quota so if one person is born, another person has to die. You receive a letter in the mail saying that you are to die so your mother can give birth…
A/N: Hello everyone! This is the beginning of my new series and I hope y’all would enjoy it! Just some side notes, my OC is heavily inspired by Evangeline Samos of the ‘Red Queen’ series by @vaveyard , one of my most favourite authors, as well as the ‘MAMA’ MV by Exo themselves! This dystopian series has a heavy theme of feminism and gender equality, a topic which I felt needs more exposure! Enjoy, my babies, and remember to leave feedback when you’re done reading! x
Genre: Dystopian/Supernatural/Action/Smut in later parts
Word Count: 8825
Synopsis: In the
land of Exotica, thirteen kingdoms reign. Thirteen different types of bestowed
powers, thirteen different types of abilities, thirteen different types of
gifts. In this world, everybody is bestowed with only one ability. So what
happens when The Chosen One is discovered to possess all thirteen powers at
‘Survival isn’t a race. It’s a dance’.
I, Princess Kwon Syona, was born with the bestowed gift of
being able to manipulate metal. It’s a deadly power and I wasn’t always a
master at it; in fact, I’d always struggled to accept it when I was younger,
unable to comprehend the fact that such an unassuming young girl like me was
gifted with such power.
Over the years, I’d observed with wide-eyed awe as metal
pieces bent to my every will, creaking and groaning with a mere flick of my
wrist. Steel knives slice through air whenever I command them to, aluminium
foils twisting and turning into dangerous daggers and harmless silver jewellery
morphing into weapons of my choice.
Do you have any prompt ideas based around a dystopian society?
“Don’t dig too deep. There are secrets here it’s best you don’t know.”
“This is how things work down here. You better get used to it, scum.”
“Anywhere is better that here. There is nothing left for us here.”
When most of the surface becomes uninhabitable, people move underground. Only the lucky and wealthiest can afford to live in the limited space above ground. (Not necessarily dystopian but it could work)
The government cuts off a town facing an epidemic and leaves them to fend for themselves and die.
Peoples memories are regularly manipulated by some sort of commercial or something that airs on tv.
The infamous private prisons are hell and lets make inmates fight each other in some way that could result in their death.
The human race now lives on other planets after Earth has become undesirable, except non-conformists and convicts who are sent back to the dying planet to suffer.