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(Post-)apocalyptic (inspired by The Walking Dead or Fallout)

So below is my mash up of Walking Dead/Fallout (which I’ve never played and am not familiar with at all). I would be willing to do more than one game if anyone wants to do straight up Walking Dead instead.

Let me know if you’re still interested and I’ll get to work!

The bombs hit. No one knows who fired first. There was a call to cease hostilities, which all parties agreed to... but not Vault Tec. The aftermath of the detonations was the perfect time for them to release their experimental weapons.

Their bio weapons were designed to kill, and kill they did. Problem was... the victims didn’t stay dead. Vault Tec offered the use of their bunkers, to keep people safe from the threat- only once their doors were sealed shut did those who chose “salvation” discover what awaited them. Some societies were normal enough. Others... ended up far too horrific for words.

And it turns out that the Vaults aren’t as secure from their virus as they thought.

Our story starts not in a Vault, but in a run of the mill small town. Well, it was one, before the dead took over. Maybe you’ve been holed up and need supplies; maybe you escaped the nearby Vault; maybe you’re just here to take advantage of whatever situation you find yourself in.

(Post-)apocalyptic (inspired by The Walking Dead or Fallout)

Sorry for the wait, I'm coming up with a pitch that's a little more definitive, but I've been working back to back shifts. I'll get something by tomorrow night.

(Post-)apocalyptic (inspired by The Walking Dead or Fallout)

I'm not familiar with Fallout, but I would be down for that instead of zombies if there's interest.

(Post-)apocalyptic (inspired by The Walking Dead or Fallout)

Nope, no knowledge required. Doesn’t even need to be based off the Walking Dead, or we can mash Ideas together from different franchises.

(Post-)apocalyptic (inspired by The Walking Dead or Fallout)

For the record, it’s been years since I’ve “run” a group RP. I’m more interested in a collaborative storytelling effort than leading people through an adventure; my party, so I call the shots if there’s a dispute, but otherwise I’ll run with whatever.

I was watching season 8 of the Walking Dead on Netflix and I was struck by the complete shift in values that some of the characters had gone through since the start of the series, at times even feeling like they had lost some part of their humanity. I’m interested in that conflict between morals and survival, between outside forces and inner voices.

I’m open to apocalyptic ideas other than zombies (although I love them and have no problem with sticking to them), but I’m aiming to stay somewhat realistic. Hollywood movie magic would be fair game for fights and the like, though.

If the game actually manages to go long enough to really get anywhere, I would also be open to the idea that whatever is plaguing our characters was in fact limited to a relatively small area, leaving them back in the real world with these experiences no one else has had.

Ideas Galore!

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Ideas Galore!

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Ideas Galore!

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Ideas Galore!

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Goodbye, my almost lover. [Numenera]

Layers, layers, layers, always best to do things in layers, waterproof things on top. The set had been an expensive purchase, but it was much quieter and easier to move in than what she had had before. Kari slipped her arms into a dark blue coat, zipping it up to her neck. She pulled similar pants up over what she was already wearing and hefted on her pack.

Her shoes would be fine. She never wore shoes that weren’t waterproof, not after Raul-

Muffled yelling made its way to her ears, no words distinguishable. What in the world was going on outside? She made her way over to the window to peer out onto the street.

Raul.

For a split second she was confused, wondering why he had followed her, why he was screaming at her house (presumably trying to get her attention), but her eyes were caught by another figure. Lightning coming from her hands. He was yelling at the woman, not her.

She watched as he moved- he made combat look like art, she had discovered soon after meeting him, and it fascinated her. She was graceful enough, but not when fighting, not like he was.

What to do, what to do...

She made her way down the stairs. She could at least hear better from there. Raul never liked her getting into the thick of things, and to be honest, she had never liked it either. Sometimes it had been necessary.