January, 1925.

In January 1925 an outbreak of diphtheria threatened to wipeout the town of Nome, Alaska, sparking fears that an epidemic would spread and kill thousands if antitoxin medicine was not supplied. The antitoxin could only be delivered by dogsled across a portion of the Iditarod Trail . A heroic relay of dog teams transported the antitoxin across the 674 mile trail from Nenana to Nome braving gale force winds and whiteout conditions across the remote Alaskan Interior. The life-saving serum was delivered to Nome in a record-breaking 127.5 hours, without a single broken vial. This came to be known as the 1925 Serum Run.

  The dogs succeeded, but what if they didn't? This is what this roleplay will be based around (if there is interest in it); What if?
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      Dearest Anna,

𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐈. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐤𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, (𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞),

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥
𝐏.𝐒; 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?
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      𝒥𝒶𝓃𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎 23, 𝟣𝟫𝟤𝟧
  Dearest Anna,
 
  𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲. 𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐬. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲? 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐙𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.
 
  𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞),

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥

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      𝒥𝒶𝓃𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎 23, 𝟣𝟫𝟤𝟧
 
  Dear Anna,
 
𝐈 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞.
𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮,
𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦
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  (random dog pov)
  This was a problem, This was a realllly big problem. Everyone was bickering and Zesty was in another quarrel just moments ago, but now she was focused on another, even bigger thing. A roar of fury made us all aware of it; A grizzly bear. It had stormed out of the thick aspen treeline, out into a clearing where we were all at, studying us, figuring out who it would eat first. Then Brutejukk attacked it, but the fight was over swiftly. A hot-headed mongrel who never thought anything through, he made the mistake of stopping, just before he jumped, then the bear grabbed him, he's now lying on the white floor, bleeding to death, and Thermos joined him, also dying. The team was a mad fray, some fighting and yapping. Zesty and Yoda were a screaming, dramatic mess, leaping around, fighting everything, but I had the right idea of fleeing, and everyone followed
 
(another random dog pov)
I want to go home. I want to be on a nice, warm straw bed eating frozen lamb snacks all day, not snarling and crying, trying to fall asleep forever and wake up from this nightmare. It's been half a week, which I think is 4 days, but i'm not sure, time is a complicated human thing, us dogs up north just say '' four auroras '' and what not. Sumo is dead, he starved. We haven't eaten anything but dead grass, which is utterly disgusting. Only caribou eat grass. Oh, also, Yoda has been acting strange, he's been snarling at everyone, we cant get within ten feet of him without him trying to eat our ears. Zesty went out with him to try and hunt, but they have been gone for so long.

(you guessed it, another random dog pov)
Time was precious. A dog named Spark has just turned up an old doe, and all of us are frantically searching for it, all of us are empty. I'm not surprised Sumo died, he was the biggest of us all, and the hungriest. Zesty and Yoda are still gone, and it's been an entire aurora, or, 20 human hours, I think. Human time is weird.

(Woo, More random dog povs)
We just found the deer, it's dead. Sparky killed it, like the amazing leader he is, he;s so dreamy and handsome, but he;s bleeding pretty badly, and I had to kick snow into it to soothe him. Sparky got his fair share while we were catching up, and now everyone;s a bickering, snarling, snapping pile of fur and teeth. I accidentally got pulled in, and now my ear is torn, which is like, so uncool. While everyone was busy fighting, I got to eat, which is a total win.