Innawoods: Apocalypse Edition
You wake up at sunrise to the sound of the news on the TV, which you neglected to turn off before you went to bed last night. It's an emergency broadcast signal, but you can't make out what it is. The light starting to come through the blinds casts a dim glow in your room. Your phone is on the nightstand, fully charged.
>Check the news
>Check your phone
Three votes determine the outcome.
Where success is not gauranteed, the average of the first three rolls will determine the outcome.
In case you weren't in >>560149592, this is my first stab at GMing. Forgive my slow typing, spotty judgment, and general faggotry.
You turn your phone on. You've got texts from three people: your mom, hysterically inquiring as to your well-being, your coworker, saying "the office was hit, STAY HOME", and your best friend, who texted a picture of a three-car accident, some charred corpses surrounding it.
>Text mom that you're all right and ask how she's doing
>Text your coworker the same
>Text your friend to ask the same, and ask what the fuck's going on
>Check the news
Yeah. You send your mum a short message and walk out to the TV. The emergency broadcast blares, even at medium volume.
"THIS IS AN EMERGENCY BROADCAST. THERE IS A BIOHAZARD WARNING IN YOUR AREA. PLEASE CALL THE DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH AND SAFETY AND REPORT TO YOUR DESIGNATED QUARANTINE ZONE" It repeats over and over again, as such messages tend to do. Do you:
>Call the DHS
>Talk to your friend
>Beat off like it's the last day of your life
Like I said, I've never done this before. I felt like I needed to sort of get the ball rolling in a reasonable direction before going for shit like that.
Lesson learned, gracious anon.
You text your friend while you head into the bedroom, asking if he's all right, telling him you're all good, and asking what the fuck happened. By the time you're dressed, he's replied.
"A van swerved to avoid something in the road, and hit the two cars. Gas tank blew up on one of them? I dunno, not important. The fucked up thing was the thing in the road."
What do you wear, and what do you reply?
Don't trust the friend, man, he can be a dumbshit.
The red vest it is. Lookin fine, Bobby Hill. Lookin fine.
Welcome to the show, friend. You peek outside the window. It's cloudy, but the sun still sits just above the treeline in your neighborhood. Your phone says low chances of rain all day, with a 50% chance after sunset.
You text back your holdout of a motherfuckin pal, and he sends back "Fuckin big-ass bird bro. Cops killed it after it started picking at the burning bodies."
"Caught this pic of it" your friend sends shortly. "Scariest shit I've ever seen tbh. Had a mouth like barbed wire."
You have a few options when it comes to enlisting some allies. Your upstairs neighbor is home and awake. Your buddy lives about a mile away. Your work buddy is a worthless twat, though.
He's at home, refusing to head to the Safezone since all he's seen so far is the bird wreck.
You find an article about the "muticus overdonium" virus. It seems to cause disturbing and violent mutations in animals, and has affected some humans as well.
You grab your dad's old gun, god rest his soul, and a box of ammunition.
"I don't think we should be solo through this, Dave" Rupert texts you. "Is your mom ok?"
Just as a precaution, you stick the small revolver you keep around in your pocket. It's fully loaded, but that's it.
You rub a quick load out to that majestic, man eating owl. God damn, that wingspan. Unf.
Your call, players
I thought the implication was clearer. The boid was mutated, and it was in the road, some molester van swerved and hit two more cars. An explosion resulted.
General consensus says we incapacitate our neighbor through variously cruel and unusual methods and loot his shit.
Mom is ok but scared. You relay this to Rupert. He offers to pick her up. Where does Dave want her? Three or best vote decides.
He keeps to himself mostly, but has a lot of stompy friends over and loud music some weekends. Fucks up your beauty sleep.
You could easily fill three bags with food from your apartment, just so you know.
All right, we're goin up the stairs, Dad's Gun in hand. You tell Rupert to bring Mother Dearest to your place.
Not trying to tell you how to run your thread but the best setup is giving us 3 or more options and using a number roll
You can still answer random questions but this rly speeds up the thread and makes it a lot easier
Bingo. You walk up the stairs and rap on the door. Your neighbor, a greasy ratlike man, opens the door with the chain on. "Hey, you all right?" he says, some rasp in his voice.
The 6 that we have are in the damn gun, so that point is kind of m00t
You can't fit your head in the door.
Two for attacking him through the door.
One vote for a bullet to the face.
I'd like them to take up space in the guys head instead... Then maybe my pants could quit sagging from this gun in my pocket since nobody grabbed a belt on the way out the door.
Okay, now we've got one each for
>Attacking through the door
>Breaking the door down
>Asking to come in
>Shooting him in the face
Come to an agreement, man. Free choice is optimal, I don't want to have to pigeonhole you into two or three options.
You discreetly move the pistol to the back of your belt.
"Do you mind if I come in?" You say. "I think I hear something out front and I'm a little uneasy out here."
He glances at your gun. "Is that all you have?" he asks. You not. He closes the door and opens it up again, wide enough for you to enter.
You walk in and look around. He seems to be well off. Lots of decorative items. Not much loot, at least that you can see, you note, before spinning around and smacking him dead-center in the forehead with the butt of your rifle. He goes down for the count, but is undoubtedly still alive.
Do you kill him or restrain him?
120 posts in, it's a little late for that
More people on the board.
I'm trying to archive this shit, but it only saves up to where we were 40 minutes ago, and a lot has happened since then.
We're robbing this guy. If we let him go, he'll probably come after us for revenge. If we take him with us, he'll try to escape constantly on top of being a burden.
Gotta kill the fucker.
Destroy the brain
64 is the winrar
You stomp his snively little cunt face into the ground until blood seeps into the carpet. "Eat shit," you tell the little bit of brain on the bottom of your shoe before wiping it off. Now, an entire apartment to ransack and nobody to stop you...
>Check living room
I agree, we gotta ice da bitch. Dave isn't sure what to do, in this state of pure unadulterated freedom, he's fucking up a dickhead who's been annoying him. Dave is...50 shades of Cray
You check the small bathroom down the hall. There are bandages and some amphetamines ("party hard" written on them in sharpie) in the medicine cabinet. You also see toothpaste, toilet paper, and some washcloths- the basic bathroom materials. Under the sink is a spray can of deoderant.
Dave decides to leave the toothbrush: He has his own and he's out of pockets.
Shit, forgot to swap the toothbrush for the spray can in pic
Don't forget you have your own reasonably-stocked apartment just below. Dave neglects the TP and moves to the bedroom across the hall. There's no gun in the closet or the drawer, but you do find batteries, binoculars, cigarettes, a lighter, a flashlight, and a gay as fuck backpack to put stuff in.
Yeah, but that's our stuff. I want his stuff.
Put on the backpack, stuff everything in it, check kitchen for sharp things and food.
If anyone says anything about our pack, we kill them. Easy.
Dave piles everything into his bag and grabs the TP on his way to the kitchen.
He puts a cutting knife he finds in his belt and opens all the cupboards, shoveling canned goods and a jug of water into his bag. Motherfucker had some good vodka. You definitely take that too.
Let's be honest, all of us would be dead within the first few days
Dave lights that shit and takes a drag. What a cool ass motherfucker.
Checking the body, which remains most certainly dead, you find John Smith's wallet.
John Smith. Says so right there on his license. John Motherfucking Smith. This guy definitely deserved to die.
The body is room temperature, and John Putdicksinmymouthijustcantgetenough Smith has very recently shit his pants.
You pound that loose bunghole. Even dead, John Ilovetakingcockinmydeadasshole Smith seems to enjoy it.
There isn't much of use in the living room, but then again your bag is almost full anyway. Just his wallet and a permanent marker.
I'm gonna hit the hay after we finish our lootin. Will continue the saga of King Dave, Ruler of the Apocalypse tonight, probably.
And thus do we leave King Dave, Ruler of the Apocalypse, freshly relieved in his first conquest's bum. Keep an eye out for dastardly Dave, starting about twelve hours from now, for the saga...it must continue.
It's been good fun, anons. I'm going to pointlessly bump for another ten minutes or so, so that I can actually archive the whole thread.
>Sexual Tension: 0%
>Apocalyptic Conquest: 1%
>Enemies Killed: 1
>Corpses Dominated: 1
>Cigarettes smoked: 1