The Apple Falls – Story Form Zombie RP Adventure
December 21st , 2012 came and went without so much as a whimper. The doomsayers, and cult leaders retreated into their mansions funded by the generous fear of their parishioners. Humanity was once again reminded that the wild predictions from civilizations of antiquity were just distractions from reality. In a world where scientific understanding was almost non-existent, we struggled with ourselves to organize and decipher the malevolent laws of nature. With the dawn of a new year, and a chance for a renewed perspective, it was a time of reflection for all.
However, the quiet reverence was quickly shoved aside by the usual year end festivities. Christmas flew by with all of the lights, ribbons, and runaway consumerism that it’s come to be associated with. At least the numbers on Wall Street looked good. The holidays were an excellent time for the economy, with people spending in excess. CEO’s and Accounting execs couldn’t wait to post Q1 earnings and ride the curve through the middle of the year when gas prices would inevitably spike again, and people would reign in their indulgences.
December 31st, New York City
*pa-chink* …flashbulbs went off seemingly in slow motion as a young starlet gazed out of the limousine through tinted glass. Radio City Music Hall slowly pulled into view. It was all glam and red carpet for the celebrities celebrating the New Year. Exiting the limo with professional grace, she stepped out onto the red carpet, making her way inside with the usual sexy swagger. She wanted to make sure everyone saw that new dress, and especially how good she made it look. *pa-chink*
The crowd of people gathering in Times Square was growing ever larger by the minute as people began filtering out of bars, apartments, and offices to join in the jubilation in the streets. A massive Plasma screen was on stage showing the New Year’s celebrations kicking off in other time zones while live bands provided the ambient musical backdrop. Television networks had vans parked along the sides of the streets, their mobile satellite dishes erected sending signals back to the network. Just like years past, Dick Clark was moved into the VIP box to host the evening’s events. Poised in front of the camera, he managed to pull off a smile, and began his usual introductions…
The wincing sound of the cork moving through glass piqued the interest of the guests as they made their way through the posh penthouse suite towards the bar. A stately young playboy in his late 20’s emerged from the kitchen area, glass in hand, and turned on the 65 inch television mounted on the wall in his den. Isaac Hammond was a successful businessman and enjoyed sharing the fruits of his lifestyle with others. He was a young heir to his family’s Security and Logistics business. They specialized in what amounted to commercializing the third world, and promoting economic growth in areas of civil unrest. One of their first offerings were bomb-proof carbonization vats for coca-cola plants built along the outer edge of Mogadishu, Somalia. The company provided security for import/export, ensuring profits. They caught flak from special interest groups since it was another avenue to outsource manufacturing, putting more jobs overseas, and diminishing opportunities for the average blue collar worker. But none of that mattered tonight. He was looking his best, and invited all of his best friends to party the night away and welcome the new year in style.
The young starlet from before finished her surprise musical performance, and Dick Clark appeared on screen. “Someone should convince that zombie to retire”, Said one of the guests, followed by an approving laugh from the group.
The DJ at the party was still slinging his wheels of steel, keeping the party bumping and alive as the guests milled about, dancing, drinking and laughing. Various high profile guests dotted the room as caterers and other building staff filtered through the crowds. The funky sounds of Daft Punk echoed throughout and the bass could be heard thumping from the streets.
The final countdown began on the TV, and everyone's attention was fixed. The ball made it's way further and further down, as the crowd's anticipation rose. Suddenly, the ball stopped moving. The countdown people were chanting slowly faded to nothing. It just hung there all aglow, seemingly suspended in time. A metal creak erupted from the base of the pole, the lights flickered off, and it began free falling. The LCD lights smashed at impact, and the iron frame warped. Pieces of the ball were ejected into the crowd, now collectively horrified at it's destruction. NYPD units rushed in, preventing people from getting any closer to the wreckage.
Screams suddenly erupted from one corner of times square, and the TV cameras craned violently to put it into frame. Someone had been attacked, it was not clear from the feed, but people in the apartment could tell there was a lot of blood. The situation quickly grew beyond control of the helpless troop of NYPD officers trying to contain the crowd, and they were quickly stampeded. Several people appeared to be trampled to death.
The camera swings into another direction, suddenly more and more people are attacking each other, biting, clawing, ripping each other to shreds. The camera was then knocked off it's base as the crowd fled in the direction of the news vans, and the frighteningly vague “technical difficulties” message appeared on screen....
Isaac stood there, mouth agape, and unable to form any coherent speech...sirens began their wailing crescendo, drowning out the screams of the crowds....
This is where you come in. At the onset of the game, players may create characters that are in attendance at Isaac's party. As the story branches out, new characters may be introduced at GM's discretion. For your first post, you should be sure to include how you arrived at the party, and your relationship to Isaac (Which I will be NPC'ing to attempt to give direction, should the characters choose to follow him. Remember, he's rich and probably has access to alot of resources you could use!)
As for Character creation, they don't have to be close friends to Isaac. It can be security guards from the building, janitorial staff, friends, relatives, co-workers, hired caterers, etc....I'm trying to leave it as open as possible, so long as it's reasonable enough for your character to be at the party or at the very least in the building.
The FF Character Creation Template is found here: http://thedeadwalk92428.y...-Form-Games#.TlnAyVl_M7g
Isaac's Suite is located on the upper floors of the building at the intersection of E 110th Street and 5th Avenue. Coordinates are 40.796905,-73.94845.