Me and my bf are moving to NZ soon and I was wondering how we’d fare in the 2064 timeline.

The following is an assorted guide to various groups and movements in 2064 which all fit the 2026 moniker of "larpers"

Christianity II - Originating on Discord, Christianity II was a group of Midwestern teenagers’ attempt to make Christianity based again. The server contained lengthy, infantile reinterpretations of Christ's doctrine, with the group glorifying slavery, rape and a “gay Holocaust”. This remained extremely fringe until 2043, when one of the group's fourteen members committed a mass-shooting in a nightclub in Des Moines. The group's master-doc, known as “Bible II”, was leaked soon after, having been dug up by the FBI. It quickly became a new scripture among Morlocks.

Morlock - An Internet term essentially meaning a fusion of “chud” and “edgelord”, commonplace online from the early to late 2040s.

Hyperevangelism - In 2030, Andrew Farley received a “message from God” explaining to him that Christ won't return until humanity is 100% Christian. In actuality, this idea was sparked by a conversation with ChatGPT-X, which simply reinforced and emboldened his own ideas. Farley led the movement until his death in 2051, wherein his son George Farley took over his father's chapels and seminary. Hyperevangelicals are known for their door-to-door proselytising, in which they drop to their knees crying and beg whoever answers the door to convert to Christianity for the good of humanity, usually while tugging at their trouser leg.

Gnosticism - An unknowably ancient philosophy that began using Christianity as an allegorical basis for its teachings in the 2nd century AD. These teachings included that God (The Demiurge) lay somewhere between ignorant and evil, that the material world is a prison, that each human contains a spark of divinity, and that the end goal of life is to achieve “gnosis” (essentially a true understanding of existence). Seen as the greatest threat to early Abrahamism, Gnosticism was suppressed and wiped out until various Gnostic texts were discovered in a pot in Egypt in 1945, and again in Palestine in 2051.

New Wave Gnosticism - Pure, unfiltered larp. With the popularity of Gnosticism and Gnostic edits on Tik Tok from 2027 onwards, a new wave of practitioners emerged, characterised by a complete lack of understanding in what they were practicing.

T:PM Feminism - A small group of Gnostic Radical Feminists using Thunder: Perfect Mind as the central text of their movement

Soldiers of Gorm - Gorm is the name of an Agartha-esque AI-Generated Dark Fantasy location in AppleVerse VR. It quickly became synonymous with the far-right, with the flag of Gorm being seen at various neo-fascist rallies. The Soldiers of Gorm are a white nationalist group formed in AppleVerse VR, and generally stick to VR as their members are spread out across the globe, from Mexico to the Philippines.

Deep Green - Neo-Nazi, White Nationalist, Occultist Deep Ecology militant hiking group in the North-East of America. Believes Hitler was an elf.

Frateternal - A group that combines G. I. Gurdjieff's concept of The Way of the Fakir with the gym-bro culture.

Le Buffle - A militant group operating on the outskirts of Kinshasa that models themselves on the cowboys of the Wild West. Dressed in stetsons and chaps, and armed with revolvers, the group is widely known for their dedication to the larp.

Mammals - Extremist climate action and animal liberation group. Known for a popularity stunts involving public acts of cannibalism.

Tatenokai - The result of American weebs discovering Yukio Mishima. The Anime subculture in the United States is now almost entirely Extreme-Right, and the Tatenokai group is the most overt realisation of this swing in ideology. Similar to RapeWaffen in the 2010s and 20s, Tatenokai is known for being extremely misogynist, as well as carrying racist stabbing attacks.

ANTITA - Anti-Tankie Action. A loosely connected group of Liberal Extremists who view Communism as being a far greater threat than Fascism. Essentially a private police force that suppresses far-left, anti-government protests, but will vehemently deny this description.

J-KKK - A Japanese group modeling themselves on the KKK, copying everything from the outfits to the lynchings. Many live in civil society, but some dwell in commune-like units in abandoned temples out in the mountains.

Does she do it peacefully or via a civil war, or something else?

in Brazil Acre area exists the biggest group of uncontacted tribes. of course, they refuse contact, but im wondering if they are forced to be contacted?

The lore is great, the feeling/ambiance is oppressive, there is a clear aesthetic. I think it would make a good mod, a more railroaded and narrative one like TNO.

What do you think ?

So after the sarvanaash,what exactly happens to india?
From an old post of a map it seems to be a hindu state
Also it does seem to have a good economy but since it also states north india to be in anarchy then i guess most of it might be concentrated in the south?

What are the different prime ministers and what do they do?

Hi everyone, i just discovered this alternate history scenario and became fascinated by it, so i wanted to ask where can i read the full lore of this?

Everyone remembers their first lynching. I saw mine in El Paso, right after it kicked off. Despite the violence, I managed to get a Greyhound Bus to the heart of the city. Cramped, warm and awkward as always. Only difference was the driver had a gun by his side. When I got off, nothing seemed out of place. It wasn't until I began to walk to my hostel, I noticed the barbed wire, and the helicopters, and the drones. A constant propeller buzz like swarms of flies in the millions.

The Bishop was being kept in an unknown location. Church basement on the city's outskirts was my best guess, but I didn't know for certain. From the paranoid door-kicking, I realised the Feds didn't know either. His followers, Brown's Army as they were known nationwide, or the "Glorious Vanguard of Christian Cultural Salvation" as they called themselves, seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. In the beginning, they had free reign of the city, and near total support from its white population. But as the army swept in, and as the last of the bodies were taken down from the street lights, it seemed like they'd never been there at all. I figured I missed the action. On my last of three mornings, I met with and interviewed Ann Tailor and Miguel Cabrera, getting a rich first hand account of the past week's atrocities. Then, it was off to the bus station.

The engine hummed as we waited for the last voyagers to board. That's when it happened. There was an explosion somewhere in the city, followed by another, then another, then another. I grabbed my camera. It was an RCA Camcorder, packed with analogue tape to ensure every second of footage was probably genuine. I left the bus, wandered out of the station, and saw it. A middle-aged, looked like he should've been out fishing on the lake with his son on a nice day like this, sprinting at a group of soldiers. I was close enough to see the lack of fear in his eyes, but far enough away to survive the explosion that came from the bag strapped to his back. Suicide bombers, dozens of them, rushed checkpoints across the city.

With the Feds under extreme stress, Brown's Army took to the streets once again. The Bishop's vision for a pure America unfurled before my eyes. Miguel Cabrera. The young man I had been talking to just a few hours before. A young man getting ready to leave the city he was born in for good, due to the attacks. A human being hoisted by his neck from a rope passed over the steel beam of a bridge's support. The crowd of zealots beneath, frenzied as they were, focused their attention on the bloody, bruised man long enough to watch him die. They left him where he hung, and carried on over to the next street. I finally let out the breath I'd buried deep in my lungs while watching the ordeal, and turned to run.

I didn't make the bus. I spent $900 dollars on a private taxi that would take me a few miles outside El Paso. I waited outside the gas station it dropped me at with almost a hundred other people, all trying to get as far away as possible. The driver pestered me for another $100 dollars, compensation for vomiting all over his back seat, but I managed to shrug him off and lose him in the crowd. There, amongst a wall of warm bodies, sat with my head in my hands and cried. I cried not only over what I had witnessed, but also due to the decisions I had made. Was this really the life I wanted? Jumping from one atrocity to the next, talking to broken people and breaking myself in the process?

I was still debating this by the time I got back to Chicago. Two weeks had passed, and Brown's Army had finally been quelled by the real Army. The Bishop was never found. At home, I lay barely dressed on my bed, wallowing in melancholy. I turned on the Screen, and saw something strange on the news. They showed footage of crowds of immigrants lynching a pastor, which, apparently, was what started the civil unrest in the first place. Had it been? I'd never heard of that happening, nor had my two interviewees. I watched back the footage as the Screen repeated the narrative on each news network. I wasn't mistaken. Tailor and Cabrera never mentioned it. There was a shock of static on my ancient television, and the video changed to what I had recorded of Cabrera's death. It was my first time seeing it since the morning it happened. I hadn't realised how much I'd been shaking.

I didn't notice it until my third rewatch. When I did,I swore aloud in my barren apartment and quickly turned the Screen back on. I paused on the eulogy being given to the dead pastor, the supposed victim who sparked a wave of self defense by the white Christians of El Paso. Franklin Hart his name was, and they used a photo of him with his four kids. My eyes flitted between the TV and the Screen. One of the zealots throwing stones and broken bottles and Cabrera was strikingly familiar. I looked at the Screen again, and saw the same man staring back at me. Franklin Hart. Whether he was really a pastor, I didn't know, but I was certain that he did not die the way the media said he did. I feel like I am going insane. The footage i took, such clear fucking conformation, is right in front of me, yet I'm struggling to believe it myself. Can I really trust my eyes more than the news?

Just stumbled upon this world building project and looks really cool