The year is 1989, and the day is Thursday, June the 1st.
The world as we know it, is no more. Now, there is only war of the most horrifying kind.
Humanity stands on the verge of extinction, diminished and butchered by an alien fungus.
How the fungus arrived, we do not know. When it arrived, we do not know.
We know only that when it reared its ugly head, it spread rapidly.
The victims of the airborne fungus were mutated into shambling beasts of rotting flesh.
These mutants feel no fear, they feel only hatred. Hatred for us.
And in a year of horror, of absolute terror, they humbled us.
Half the known world has already fallen, and the other half is set to follow it.
If we are to stand a chance at surviving this foreign parasite, then we must locate the source.
Early reports pinned the fungus to North Korea; it is here we hope to find answers.
Elements of the Warsaw Pact have fought their way across China, and are now are on the borders of North Korea.
A lone town, Kung-Gol stands in their way.
Exhausted, they dispatch Task Force Roman, an elite team of Polish soldiers, to sterilise the town and clear the way.
This is their story.
The world as we know it, is no more. Now, there is only war of the most horrifying kind.
Humanity stands on the verge of extinction, diminished and butchered by an alien fungus.
How the fungus arrived, we do not know. When it arrived, we do not know.
We know only that when it reared its ugly head, it spread rapidly.
The victims of the airborne fungus were mutated into shambling beasts of rotting flesh.
These mutants feel no fear, they feel only hatred. Hatred for us.
And in a year of horror, of absolute terror, they humbled us.
Half the known world has already fallen, and the other half is set to follow it.
If we are to stand a chance at surviving this foreign parasite, then we must locate the source.
Early reports pinned the fungus to North Korea; it is here we hope to find answers.
Elements of the Warsaw Pact have fought their way across China, and are now are on the borders of North Korea.
A lone town, Kung-Gol stands in their way.
Exhausted, they dispatch Task Force Roman, an elite team of Polish soldiers, to sterilise the town and clear the way.
This is their story.
Intel suggests that over 600 souls dwelt here, before the fungus struck
Our recon informs us that the infected are indeed still in the area.
Narrow streets offer them an advantage; enclosed structures will become a killing ground.
They know we are coming, and the cost shall be great, but we have little choice. We need the road that passes through the town, for finding another route will cause too much of a delay. Millions of these mutants are on our heels, and stopping for even a day will spell the end for all mankind. We are the last hope of an entire species.
The infected have grown increasingly intelligent over the last twelve months, and now seem to operate on a hive-like intelligence. Where the theoretical queen is, we do not know, but we believe that something is controlling them. North Korea is our best bet.
Our armies are exhausted, and Task Force Roman is the only combat effective unit we can spare from the rearguard action taking place a few miles to our northern flank. It falls to them to clear way for us.
Though maybe Korea will not hold the answers we seek; perhaps we are simply wasting the last of our military might on a fruitless endeavour... perhaps... this war is already lost.
Though maybe Korea will not hold the answers we seek; perhaps we are simply wasting the last of our military might on a fruitless endeavour... perhaps... this war is already lost.
But if humanity is to fall, then it will not be with a whimper, but with an almighty bang. We will sooner scorch this world with nuclear fire, than cede it to an enemy that holds no mercy.
We're bombarding the town before Task Force Roman attacks. Our hopes are to flatten the mutants into the ground, but history has taught us that such hopes are ultimately futile. In the end, it will come down to the brave men and women of Task Force Roman to get us through the Gates of Hell.
A few dozen men, a single T-72, and a couple of SKOT-2A APCs are the dying gasp of the famed Red Army. Into Hell, these brave few shall descend, but God willing, they will become our saviours over the next hours of brutal combat.
Welcome!
This is a combat-focused PVE based RP, where players take on the roll of cold-war Era Polish soldiers, fighting a brutal urban battle with infected mutants.
I hope you enjoyed the artsy dramatic intro, and I hope it's bought your interest.
Do we have any takers for this horror-military RP? If so, I'll work on creating the character sheet, and the rules, and we should be off to a fairly speedy start.