Who wants to fight ADF and co as Mad Max esque raiders in post-apocalyptic Portland?
Holy shit, that sounds awesome, how do I join?
Simple, just reply to this thread and I'll add you to the conversation. I'll explain character creation there.
When is this?
Aiming for tomorrow night around 6 PM EST. If more time is needed, I'll postpone it.
Where's it going down?
On roll20, I've got it all set up. https://app.roll20.net/join/866553/vmUMxw
Oh yeah, here's the background story, just so you have an idea of what's going on.
Holy shit, that sounds awesome, how do I join?
Simple, just reply to this thread and I'll add you to the conversation. I'll explain character creation there.
When is this?
Aiming for tomorrow night around 6 PM EST. If more time is needed, I'll postpone it.
Where's it going down?
On roll20, I've got it all set up. https://app.roll20.net/join/866553/vmUMxw
Oh yeah, here's the background story, just so you have an idea of what's going on.
Two weeks ago you were all normal people, going about your daily lives. Two weeks ago, your current position, huddled in a dirty apartment, flinching at the sounds of howls and distant gunfire, would have been unthinkable. Two weeks ago everything changed.
Two weeks ago all hell broke loose.
In a single instant, the collective unconscious of humanity collided with the real world. The laws of reality stopped. Horrific creatures from mankinds darkest nightmares were born into existence in busy subway cars and city streets. Pockets of "Unreality" emerged, where people could be warped beyond all recognition. CSPAN had it's highest ratings ever when the Speaker of the House had tentacles rip through his chest, and went on an acid spewing rampage on the house floor. The news networks were flooded with sea monsters devistating ports, hordes of zombies flooding city streets, people being carried off by giant birds, and looting, mass suicides, and rioting. This turned to emergancy broadcasts, then to test patterns, then to the ghostly static of the cosmic background radiation, before finally turning to black.
You are in Portland, Oregon, holed up in an apartment. The streets are mean, choked with rubble and traffic jams, and stalked by living nightmares. And the monsters may be the least of your problems. The worst of humanity has taken this opportunity to shine. Violent gangs of raiders, brutal men and women who will murder for a few cans of food, are a constant threat. Those who profit at other's expense have found the apocalypse their greatest haul yet. But the worst are the crazies. The violently paranoid, who hole up convinced everyone is trying to kill them, and shoot on sight. The ones who attempt to cling to their previous lives, and turn violent towards those who interrupt their spell. Those who, when faced with the insanity of The Fall, snap, outfit themselves with assault rifle and trench coat, and carve a bloody swath through the streets. Those with grudges against society, who take the lack of police as an opportunity to grab a rifle and head to the nearest clock tower.
Close screams echo up from the followed by a familiar stupid grunt. They're back. Those freaks. You've been avoiding their eyes since you holed up in the apartment. Most raiders are sick fucks, but these guys are special.
"Mmmmh, yeah, you're gonna be my new Latina lesbian sweetheart."
"FOR GOD'S SAKES SOMEBODY SHOOT HIM, HELP M-"
"HIM? HIIIIM? I AM A TRANSWOMYN LATINA OF COLOR! DO NOT MISGENDERED ME YOU CIS FUCK!"
A gunshot races up from the streets.
"Huh huh, you sure showed *blarp* that cisscum Ahuviya."
"Thanks Jordain. Fucking 4chan racist motherfucker deserved it."
"Come on girls, we're already got all she had on her, and she's dead now. Let's go redistribute cisvilization's wealth elsewhere."
The sputter of an engine joins the chorus of dull laughter, and fades into the distance.
Two weeks ago all hell broke loose.
In a single instant, the collective unconscious of humanity collided with the real world. The laws of reality stopped. Horrific creatures from mankinds darkest nightmares were born into existence in busy subway cars and city streets. Pockets of "Unreality" emerged, where people could be warped beyond all recognition. CSPAN had it's highest ratings ever when the Speaker of the House had tentacles rip through his chest, and went on an acid spewing rampage on the house floor. The news networks were flooded with sea monsters devistating ports, hordes of zombies flooding city streets, people being carried off by giant birds, and looting, mass suicides, and rioting. This turned to emergancy broadcasts, then to test patterns, then to the ghostly static of the cosmic background radiation, before finally turning to black.
You are in Portland, Oregon, holed up in an apartment. The streets are mean, choked with rubble and traffic jams, and stalked by living nightmares. And the monsters may be the least of your problems. The worst of humanity has taken this opportunity to shine. Violent gangs of raiders, brutal men and women who will murder for a few cans of food, are a constant threat. Those who profit at other's expense have found the apocalypse their greatest haul yet. But the worst are the crazies. The violently paranoid, who hole up convinced everyone is trying to kill them, and shoot on sight. The ones who attempt to cling to their previous lives, and turn violent towards those who interrupt their spell. Those who, when faced with the insanity of The Fall, snap, outfit themselves with assault rifle and trench coat, and carve a bloody swath through the streets. Those with grudges against society, who take the lack of police as an opportunity to grab a rifle and head to the nearest clock tower.
Close screams echo up from the followed by a familiar stupid grunt. They're back. Those freaks. You've been avoiding their eyes since you holed up in the apartment. Most raiders are sick fucks, but these guys are special.
"Mmmmh, yeah, you're gonna be my new Latina lesbian sweetheart."
"FOR GOD'S SAKES SOMEBODY SHOOT HIM, HELP M-"
"HIM? HIIIIM? I AM A TRANSWOMYN LATINA OF COLOR! DO NOT MISGENDERED ME YOU CIS FUCK!"
A gunshot races up from the streets.
"Huh huh, you sure showed *blarp* that cisscum Ahuviya."
"Thanks Jordain. Fucking 4chan racist motherfucker deserved it."
"Come on girls, we're already got all she had on her, and she's dead now. Let's go redistribute cisvilization's wealth elsewhere."
The sputter of an engine joins the chorus of dull laughter, and fades into the distance.
