“I thought it was just a cold…”

In the years following 2027, this was the sentence that nearly every wife, girlfriend, sister, mother, and daughter uttered as they watched the men they loved most perish. The virus known as IFY-27 is an Influenza variant that only affects human males. At first, symptoms present themselves as a mild cold. Within days, however, the victim’s health rapidly deteriorates. As the virus chips away at the Y chromosome, it displays symptoms similar to severe radiation poisoning. Breathing becomes difficult as the lungs suffer from clots and blockages. The skin becomes red and inflamed before eventually just rotting off. Blood begins to seep from the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Within 4-6 weeks, the victim will succumb to the virus.

Within 3 years, 99.7% of the male population was dead. Governments, workforces, and education were now nearly 100% female. Many women viewed this as a time to set things right, wanting to break free of the warmongering and failed patriarchal policies of the generations of men that came before them. It worked for a few months. But unfortunately, women were human too. The same diplomatic mistakes that plagued humanity for thousands of years continued with no end in sight.

There has been some success with cloning and in-vitro fertilization using another woman’s DNA, but as time went on, these methods became less effective, and numerous birth defects began to become apparent. Men became a vital resource, as it was often the easiest, safest, and most efficient way to ensure a healthy and stable population. As a result of this, many countries rushed to secure their population of men while sending raiding parties to capture a rival nation’s population of men. Unfortunately, many men have died and will continue to die because of these raids, further reducing their numbers.

To make matters worse, many women around the world took the plague as a blessing in disguise. They believed men had oppressed them for millennia and had finally reaped what they sowed. These cults began targeting men and the facilities that housed them, hoping to rid the world of male influence. Now most countries are fighting on two fronts. Attempting to keep their men from falling into a rival nation’s hands, while also attempting to eliminate these radical cults before they can do any real damage.

I am one of the (un)fortunate few men that have survived. I was only 12 years old when I witnessed my Father pass away from this awful disease. Unable to help, just watch through the plastic tent the doctors had put up in a fruitless attempt to stop the virus from spreading. After burying my Father, my Mother brought me to a remote cabin in upstate New York, hiding me from the Government, Cultists, and the disease. It is now 13 years later and I have now just finished burying my Mother. While I wish I could mourn her loss in peace, the fact that I am running low on supplies is rather worrying. I’ll have to figure something out…

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Your role:

**Special operations operative:** Higher command assigned you here in the hopes of you being able to handle these two objectives. One is to locate and eliminate any cultist cells operating in the area. The second is to locate and safely relocate any men you come across, by any means necessary. As you were conducting a stakeout in a nearby small town, you hear on your radio that a man has been spotted. He had tried to disguise himself in heavy clothing to hide his identity but failed. You gear up and rush to the location only to find that he had run off. Witnesses nearby point you in the direction they saw him go but warned that you may not be the only one looking for him. As you make your way down a dusty path, you hear gunfire in the distance. With the sun setting you rush to the scene. You only hope that you’re not too late…

**Raiding Party:** You have been lying in wait for days now, hoping that the Americans would either be lazy enough or stupid enough to use the same route twice. It seems your patience has paid off. A convoy of four Humvees and one truck makes its way down the dusty path. Inside the truck is about a dozen men, ripe for the taking if you were able to overwhelm the 20 or so soldiers accompanying them. You signal to your team to commence the attack. The Humvee in the front is blown sky high, as well as the one taking up the rear. Your comrades descend upon the surprised Americans, and a vicious firefight ensues. You aim at a soldier manning the turret on one of the surviving Humvees. She lets out a scream as she’s hit, her body slumping over the machine gun and turret controls. Unfortunately, the machine gun keeps firing, and you watch in horror as the turret turns toward the truck. The back is turned into Swiss cheese, and you can hear the pained cries of the men as bullets riddle their bodies. Once the battle is over, you slowly make your way to the back of the truck. Looking inside you find there is one man left alive, but he’s badly hurt and shaken… (This prompt works well for those that can speak/write in a language other than English or live outside of the US!)

**Special delivery:** You had worked on the farm your entire life. Even before the plague, you remember your Dad and Grandpa teaching you how to plant seeds as your Mom made dinner. Thankfully with your skills, you and the local community don’t have to worry about starving to death. In most seasons you’re even able to sell off some surplus in the surrounding towns. One of your most loyal customers is an older woman in her 50s. She’s smart, funny, and sometimes even offers a helping hand if she has the time. She comes by every month or so to pick up some fresh produce and eggs, along with seeds and canning supplies. You always wondered why a woman who lived alone always bought so much food, but something always came up to keep your mind off such questions. As time goes on, you learn that she has recently been diagnosed with cancer. There aren’t any treatment centers open that would be able to treat her condition, so it’s only a matter of time before she passes away. She asks if you could deliver her orders from now on. You accept, hoping to make a dying woman’s last few months as easy and stress-free as possible. She’d always greet you with a smile and some treats as a thank you, though oddly enough she’d refuse to let you help bring the food inside the house. One day, you drive toward the small cabin in the woods, hoping to see your favorite customer smiling and waving as you come up the driveway. You’re quite shocked to find a different sight though. There’s a man about your age solemnly standing over a freshly dug grave…

Thank you for taking the time to read my prompt! I’m hoping to find a literate (1-3 paragraphs) partner to help bring this up to life! While I would like there to be some smut in this rp (Gotta repopulate somehow, am I right?) I would prefer more focus on the story and the surrounding world. I’d love to hear your thoughts on what the world would be like if there were only a few million men left in the world, as well as some other world-building ideas you may have! If you’re interested, feel free to send me a chat or a dm. In your message please let me know your age, which role you like, any ideas you have for the trip, a ref (if you have one), and your kinks (Also state how often you’d prefer some smut to happen. It can be as often or as infrequent as you prefer). Hope to hear from you! :)