After a bit of delay due to Brighthouse employees tripping over a power strip, I'm ready to start the signups. Due to the fact that I want this to go pretty fast and keep most of the action in one place, it's going to be the first 12 who sign up that will get in.
And now for the backstory:
A lone driver skidded over the pavement, their car coming to stop in the ditch. The traffic ahead seemed frozen in time. The cars lay immobile in the streets. Most were abandoned, others containing the dead or dying. Many of the cars were vandalized in some gruesome sort, windows cracked open, dried blood coating the seats, others crumpled in a heap, the panic claiming the drivers before the horrors that would come.
Back in the ditch, the driver forced their way out of the car. They proceeded along the road cautiously, some passengers still moved. Clutching a small pack, the driver kept their distance from the rows of derelict cars. Before them, the highway stretched out to the horizon, littered with the debris of the great panic. Buildings lined the road, some bearing the scars of fighting, others empty and silent. Bullet holes and blood attested to the brutal fighting that took place here. Oddly enough, not a body lay on the ground. Only bits of clothing and a few guns littered the sidewalks. Some still contained ammo.
As the traveler trudged through the empty streets, they saw a large crowd gathering up ahead. Thousands of figures, some tall, some short, all clothed in rags and trying to batter their way into the massive structure. Beyond the mob lay a flaming wreck. A large helicopter had smashed into the pavement, mangled bodies lay entombed within the furnace. The ruin?s shape identified it as a military craft, all other identifications had since been burnt away.
Their curiosity piqued, the traveler crept closer to the building. Posters about quarantine enforcement were plastered over the walls. The sign above the entrance read:
CAIGER MALL
MIGHTIEST IN THE WEST!
Suddenly, one of the members of the crowd took notice. They turned towards the traveler and let out a grily moan. Others soon turned around and began to advance towards the lone figure. Those on the other side of the walls, intently listening to an emergency radio proclaiming help is on it?s way, never heard the panicked gunshots.
Inside, the small radio played its message to a small crowd of survivors. Men and women from the city mingled with soldiers from the National Guardsmen sent in to help fortify the city and shore up the defensive perimeter running through the Rocky Mountains. A failure here would be a major blow to the country's morale. Rumors of a hidden CIA operative sent to eliminate those with knowledge of the town?s defeat have yet to be verified.
The radio announcer anxiously read through a briefing describing the recent events. China went dark one month ago and nothing is being allowed in or out of her borders. India?s population has since disappeared, one billion lost to the virus. European Union states found themselves in the middle of a two front war as Islamic extremists detonate dozens of ?zombie bombs? in major cities across the continent. The executives of Phalanx Pharmaceutical have gone into hiding pending an FDA investigation into their latest counter-vaccine.
On the home front, Manhattan and Washington have just been fusion bombed by a reluctant Commander-in-Chief. Temporary capital had been set up in Denver and military forces abroad were withdrawn as the plague seeped beyond the borders of India. Across the Bible Belt, riots have begun claiming the End Times are near. 2,000 died as a massive congregation swarmed into an aging church in Atlanta.
The situation appears grim, but the survivors are confident, they?re well secured in their fortress and well stocked. So long as morale holds out, the survivors of this little town should be able to wait until the chance to escape to the Reddeker Line. However, that remains a big if.
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To avert confusion on locations in the mall, I'll just use this map [http://majls.net/temp/dead_rising_mall_map.jpg]
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Archtypes are pretty much anything you can think of that would be in a zombie outbreak. However, I've no intention of letting this become a haven of Keanu Reeves clones so no trenchcoating [http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Trenchcoater].
And now for the backstory:
A lone driver skidded over the pavement, their car coming to stop in the ditch. The traffic ahead seemed frozen in time. The cars lay immobile in the streets. Most were abandoned, others containing the dead or dying. Many of the cars were vandalized in some gruesome sort, windows cracked open, dried blood coating the seats, others crumpled in a heap, the panic claiming the drivers before the horrors that would come.
Back in the ditch, the driver forced their way out of the car. They proceeded along the road cautiously, some passengers still moved. Clutching a small pack, the driver kept their distance from the rows of derelict cars. Before them, the highway stretched out to the horizon, littered with the debris of the great panic. Buildings lined the road, some bearing the scars of fighting, others empty and silent. Bullet holes and blood attested to the brutal fighting that took place here. Oddly enough, not a body lay on the ground. Only bits of clothing and a few guns littered the sidewalks. Some still contained ammo.
As the traveler trudged through the empty streets, they saw a large crowd gathering up ahead. Thousands of figures, some tall, some short, all clothed in rags and trying to batter their way into the massive structure. Beyond the mob lay a flaming wreck. A large helicopter had smashed into the pavement, mangled bodies lay entombed within the furnace. The ruin?s shape identified it as a military craft, all other identifications had since been burnt away.
Their curiosity piqued, the traveler crept closer to the building. Posters about quarantine enforcement were plastered over the walls. The sign above the entrance read:
CAIGER MALL
MIGHTIEST IN THE WEST!
Suddenly, one of the members of the crowd took notice. They turned towards the traveler and let out a grily moan. Others soon turned around and began to advance towards the lone figure. Those on the other side of the walls, intently listening to an emergency radio proclaiming help is on it?s way, never heard the panicked gunshots.
Inside, the small radio played its message to a small crowd of survivors. Men and women from the city mingled with soldiers from the National Guardsmen sent in to help fortify the city and shore up the defensive perimeter running through the Rocky Mountains. A failure here would be a major blow to the country's morale. Rumors of a hidden CIA operative sent to eliminate those with knowledge of the town?s defeat have yet to be verified.
The radio announcer anxiously read through a briefing describing the recent events. China went dark one month ago and nothing is being allowed in or out of her borders. India?s population has since disappeared, one billion lost to the virus. European Union states found themselves in the middle of a two front war as Islamic extremists detonate dozens of ?zombie bombs? in major cities across the continent. The executives of Phalanx Pharmaceutical have gone into hiding pending an FDA investigation into their latest counter-vaccine.
On the home front, Manhattan and Washington have just been fusion bombed by a reluctant Commander-in-Chief. Temporary capital had been set up in Denver and military forces abroad were withdrawn as the plague seeped beyond the borders of India. Across the Bible Belt, riots have begun claiming the End Times are near. 2,000 died as a massive congregation swarmed into an aging church in Atlanta.
The situation appears grim, but the survivors are confident, they?re well secured in their fortress and well stocked. So long as morale holds out, the survivors of this little town should be able to wait until the chance to escape to the Reddeker Line. However, that remains a big if.
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To avert confusion on locations in the mall, I'll just use this map [http://majls.net/temp/dead_rising_mall_map.jpg]
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Archtypes are pretty much anything you can think of that would be in a zombie outbreak. However, I've no intention of letting this become a haven of Keanu Reeves clones so no trenchcoating [http://wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/Trenchcoater].
