Traitor Game XXXII - The Traitor Game of the Living Dead

[Radioactive Zombie]

HEY, GUYS, DON'T POST YET UNTIL I SAY "BRAINS" OR I'LL EAT YOURS. THANKS.

You still don't know what happened.

It didn't matter if you'd lived on San Serimo for the past ten years, hoping to leave your old dreams and nightmares behind, or was just another tourist here to see the beaches and gamble away their kids' college money. You could have been in your car, stuck in rush hour traffic, or lounging on the beach like everyone did, or just arrived from the airport and still red-eyed from jet lag.

What does matter is that, wherever you were, someone – or something – comes up, skin gray and molding, huge pieces of flesh torn off or dragged behind it, bits of bone jutting out here and there – comes up and tears the throat out of the nearest person.

Next thing you know, you're running for you life, barely avoiding getting bitten yourself. By the skin of your teeth, you avoided the shambling, rotting creatures that used to be your neighbor, or your drinking buddy, your best friend, or the man on the street.

Run.

That's all your mind can focus on – and focusing on anything else would be worse.

Those things are behind you.

If you had been in a better building when it went to pieces, you wouldn't be on the street, frantically dodging flaming wreckage, cars, people, and... other people. You don't want to say it. Zombies, seriously? Things that nerds kept having fantasies about over and over when they ran out of ideas? Things that walked around because of a virus, that, by common knowledge, shouldn't be able to do what it does?

The waterfront that you had been strolling along twenty, thirty minutes ago had long since turned into Hell. Half of it, the cars, the hotels, the trees, the docks, everything you can think of – is on fire, something out of a bad disaster flick. All it took was an overturned tanker there, or-

There's a dome in the distance, visible as the thick smoke wavers. It's the San Serimo convention center, and it was hosting some nerd's convention or something like that - hope fills you as you pause. At the same time you spot it, the waterfront is miraculously clear of wrecked cars or fallen power lines or burning wreckage. Ignoring your tired feet screaming at you, you run.

Closer. There are a few police and soldiers on the steps, the look of shock already upon them, manning barricades and roadblocks. A man in camo waves to you, and screams for you to get inside.

You can hear the crowd before you get in...

[Radioactive Zombie]

To say it was crowded and chaotic inside is like saying water is wet.

There was a mass of fighting, brawling people when you got in, and it's been broken up now, but the tension and hostility's thick enough to cut with a knife.

What's left of the booths have been transformed into makeshift houses or hospital beds, housing the wounded, or simply squashed flat. There's one huge platform farther in - consisting of a lot of televisions - being worked on by some technicians as if they were unaware of what was going on outside.

Right now, whatever's left of the security guards are currently trying to help the few cops and soldiers, here after their barricades were overrun, to control several fights from spilling out into riots. Some other guards close the steel doors – way too thick to be made to keep out stragglers after closing hours, and hustle people away from under the doors.

You, for the most part, try to settle down and find a spot to rest, maybe close your eyes, but then a screech of feedback floods the convention center, starting up screams and nearly causing another riot (what's up with this crowd and rioting?)

You turn your head at the platform. The walls of televisions - along with most of the announcement projects that adorned the convention - now display a message, repeating in bold:

RESIDENTS AND VISITORS OF SAN SERIMO. AN EVACUATION ZONE HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED AT DECAPOLITO HARBOR. PICK UPS BY AIR AND SEA EVERY FIFTEEN MINUTES FROM ALL AVAILABLE DOCKS /// FINAL EVACUATION IN PROGRESS /// HEAD IMMEDIATELY TO DECAPOLITO HARBOR /// UNITED NATIONS PEACEKEEPERS AND CIVILIAN RESCUE ARE ON HAND TO ASSIST /// PLEASE DO NOT BRING RELATIVES OR ACQUAINTANCES WITH KNOWN INJURIES CAUSED BY INFECTED /// DO NOT TAKE MORE THAN WHAT IS NEEDED /// ARM YOURSELF APPROPRIATELY TO DEFEND AGAINST INFECTED CARRIERS /// PLEASE BRING PHOTO IDENTIFICATION /// EVACUATION WILL LAST TWO WEEKS /// BE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS, REMAIN ALERT.

The survivors, you included, stir with hope. Something to leave this nightmare behind. You'll get back to your kids, your family, your friends...

Until, as pointed out by a man in a croc-skin jacket and cowboy hat that happened to be standing right next to you, Decapolito Harbor, on foot, with you an a million zombies between, is probably going to take four days on foot, zombies included.

A few angrily scream about why they couldn't do pick ups here - there's a perfectly usable port and airport nearby. Well, would have been usable if they weren't on fire and choked with zombies.

Already, men and women are trying to recruit others to make the long trek, the man in the croc-skin jacket included, ignoring naysayers that they'll be better off here.

As for you, you're going. You saw what happened if you stay here...

[Radioactive Zombie]

(Thanks purp!)

ROSTER OF VICTIMS!

Technoman - Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)
Redem - Lieutenant Commander Shepard (Mass Effect)
Jeremi - Bad Girl (No More Heroes)
Akibahara - James and Laura Sunderland (Silent Hill 2)
Indigo Al -Madame Bovary (Uh... Madame Bovary)
The Purple Skrull - Frank West and Chuck Greene with Katie Green (Dead Rising series)
Josh M - Black Cat (Spider-Man)
Overmaster - Shenhua (Black Lagoon)
wolvie616 - Jughead (Archie Comics)
Joe Acro - Arwyn (Sojourn)
Yun Lao - Landon Ricketts (Red Dead Redemption)
Cthulhudrew - BRUCE FARKING CAMPBELL (BRUCE FARKING CAMPBELL)
Tommy - Mary-Kate Olsen (Very Mary Kate)
Beetlebum - Dylan Dog (Dylan Dog)
GoGo Yubari - Barbara (NOTD '90)
Tangmentman - October Bantum (Stay Alive)
Schornforce - Lois Lane (Superman)
Mailedbypostman1 - Jackie Dio (Underworld)
moonknight11 - Leon S. Kennedy (Resident Evil)
vycesyn - Fox Mulder (the X-Files)
Chris Lang - Moira MacTaggert (X-Books)
Deadpool - Henchman #21 (Venture Bros.)

POORLY FORMATTED RULES!

1. Don't be an asshole.
2. Don't be a jerk.
3. It's fine to be an asshole in game, but leave that out of character.
4. PM RZ if he screwed up again.
5. Uhhh... have fun, I guess?

AND NOW, A SHORT EXPLANATION OF THIS GAME'S ROLES AND THINGS.

There are no Agents. There will be three Spies that are... well, the traitors. There will be one Infected, who will act as the Vigilante.

Voting comes in rounds, and it starts and ends when a round does. Every round is marked by the players moving towards the harbor, after zombie attacks or boss fights. Those who are "voted out" are forcibly restrained by the angry mob of players, and searched. If incriminating evidence like corporate ID, murder weapons, a link to the big bad, whatever (it'll be left up to the player's imagination, for flavor) is found, the fate of the Spy is left up to the players. Innocents voted out are also left up to the player's discretion.

Crescendo Events will come up frequently (probably every other round, unless I'm struck deaf or my computer explodes), where zombies attack the players' position, or a Boss (ripped off from other zombie video games).

Eliminated players will be placed... elsewhere. That'll be explained later. Like, when we get our first kill.

ALSO, BRAINS.

[beetlebum]

Una storia di Dylan Dog



Into the convention centre he runs ...

[Akibahara]

The setting fades in to the welcoming beaches of San Serimo, two figures stand out in the late afternoon: A father and daughter (or what can be considered a daughter), walking hand-in-hand on a boardwalk adjacent to the sandy beach, the scent of the ocean washing over them, mingling in conversation over the brisk air.

“James, I wanna go to the hotel! It’s cold outside!” yelled a small, blonde adolescent child from the right side of her guardian.



”Oh sweetie, just one more hour?” responded the child’s guardian



“Fine! As long as we can eat. I’m starving!”

A smile.

”Sure thing, just—whoa, careful buddy!” replied James just before accidently crashing into a sickly colored individual.

His skin was a darkish grey hue alongside an evident bite mark on the side of his neck that seemed to decay with rot, his clothing was torn at certain areas, tattered flesh hung from his mouth as he gazed hungrily at the two, the sight itself made James uneasy, his daughter on the other hand…

“AAAAHHHH! Zombie!” screamed the girl.

The creature loomed closer toward the child…

And closer…

And closer… until…

“AAARRUUGGH—ahahahaha! I’m just too good at this stuff!” coughed the “zombie” in his apparel.

James and his daughter now stood in utter shock, but laughed it off soon after. James still felt uncomfortable around the man, the imagery itself reminded him too much of his time in Silent Hill, reminded him of one of those… things – of Maria just before he took her down for good.

”What’s with the costume? Isn’t Halloween a few months away?”

”Yeah, I just tho—“ this time the stranger was suddenly cut short by a jaw that tore into his earlobe, retracted and chewed the appendage sloppily in its mouth. This time it seemed too real, the scented blood littering the once glorious ocean air.

The zombie, however, was a bikinied female, her pampered face caked with gore, mouth prying open his tattered nose as more staggered out of the shadows, hissing in sheer hunger. The two stood there traumatized as the slew of individuals ravaged open his belly, tearing out an assortment of innards, watching them consume his now tattered face as both eyes departed from his sockets. The girl felt sick inside, wanting to vomit, but she didn’t.

”Laura, run!”

Without hesitation, the two immediately sprang into a jog, James tightly holding onto the adolescent’s clammy hand; thus allowing the child to keep up with him. Fortunately, as fate had it, only a few yards away appeared a convention center – completely open to the survivors that remained on the island. Seeing this as a chance to escape the growing horde, the two charged up the steps and leapt into the building just before the twin doors shut… and then the nightmare begun once again.

[tangentman]

In the span of heartbeats, an annoying "layover" turned into the most visceral of nightmares. At first, October frowned in confusion at the chaos which exploded around her. Everything happened fast, was so noisy. Too noisy.

The petite young goth stood on tiptoe and still couldn't see over the excited crowd which now closed on them. October turned to "Fox Mulder" hoping he could help.

"Fox, I can't see, what's going on?!"

Then, the dying began. That part of October weaned on Romero, the Evil Dead flicks, Anita Blake novels, and Resident Evil positively bristled in unconscious alarm when the first ghoul shambled upon a victim. Ravenous teeth ripped out the throat of a frat boy tourist. The fiend seemed galvanized by the taste of flesh. In a flail of limbs, it took down the hapless victim. Within seconds, the frat boy was little more than a gory mess of devoured face and splayed intestines.

"Jesus Christ, how the FUCK is this happening?! Oh my god, they're...they're killing everyone!" October sobbed in a mixture of fear and disbelief.

Then, that same part of her that dutifully absorbed every multimedia presentation of vampires, ghosts, witches, and zombies took over. Standing around sobbing like a pathetic bitch would only guarantee her becoming some zombie's next treat. Run now. Anxiety attack later.

October grabbed Fox's hand on pure instinct. Although he beat her by several inches and dozens of pounds, the lithe girl tugged with all her might. "We're getting the fuck out of here!"

October ran with everything she had in her and still pushed herself to run that much harder. At that very moment, she regretted her smoking habit. That didn't mean that she wouldn't burn through her cigarette pack if she made it out of this alive!

[mailedbypostman1]

Poc! Poc! The sound of the gunshots whistled like wind through the dead leaves of fall. The two bullets tore through the gaunt apparition, still dressed in a business suit, one nailing it in the shoulder and another hitting it in the gut. The being staggered, blood oozing from the two exit wounds.

That oughta put him down... though Jackie Dio as he glanced around at the carnage. The madness had started very quickly. Within seconds the entire airport had erupted into a frenzy of gore stained figures biting and tearing into their fellow human beings.

What the fuck is going on here? Drugs? Some kind of mass PCP addiction? But even as Dio reloaded he knew that this was nothing of this earth.

The sound of the moaning...zombie.... Dio realized, remembering hazily one of the old movies from the 80s, caught his attention, and he turned back to the being, as it charged, howling, clawing with it goo arm and unnaturally sharp teeth, going right for his face...

Poc!

The monster stopped. Blood ran down and further stained its formerly clean white shirt and Armani suit. Slowly, the zombie crumpled to the ground, revealing Dio's gritted teeth and upward pointed pistol. Dead zombie brains (BRAINS!) were splattered all over the right side of his face. Dio turned and, catching a glimpse of another ghoul attacking from behind, socked it straight in the face so hard its skull fractured. Jackie brought his leg down, hitting harder than he'd ever done in his whole life, so hard that the fractured bone splinters speared into the brain of the undead, killing it.

Dio surveyed the environment. All fury over his interminable wait, his betrayal by his former employer, had vanished by now. He was operating on pure survival instinct. It had kept him alive through all the dust ups he'd been involved in in the past. It'd have to keep him alive now. Stepping carefully, pausing only to wipe the entrails from his shades and throw his duffel bag over his shoulder, Jackie Dio charged through the onslaught of undead with a storm of fire and adamantium and emerged from the crowd, coolly dropping into a roll and making it to safety just as the double doors were shutting...

[OverMaster]

Me and my huge mouth, the Chinese assassin bitterly said as she firmly fingered her blades, jumping over the stampeding masses with feline agility to stand at a safer higher ground, perched above everyone while pondering her next move.

Only a few hours ago, she had been mocking the existence of those so-called Living Dead. Now, fate itself volleyed the mockery back to her.

"From where so many come?" she asked, only to vent her frustration out. "Job application say nothing of this! I out of here!"

She smiled while holding one of her weapons up. "Anyone willing to pay, Shenhua can offer protection and escort! Most of you weak, yes? You need strong woman to look after you!"

[The Purple Skull]

(As always, click on the pictures to view the videos)

THEN...

Part 1




Part 2

[Redem]

Chaos surrounded Shepard, but the commander was actually as cool a cuccomber infront of it all. He has quickly as possible got behind a wall and hide and pulled out his pistol. While at the moment he would have prefered a more powerful and long range weapon like a rifle. For the moment his action were rather limited. He quickly gunned down the zombies the closest to him. Although he admit that he had only had a limited ammount of bullets and well the zombies themselves seemed quite unlimited.

He looked and saw local convinence store, inside it was full of zombies, but the gas station seemed still open.



He quickly took one of the gas pump and quickly sprayed the liquid as all over the place trying to doze severals zombies along the way before putting the extremity of his gun at the end of the pump as the liquid was stil going out. The discharge quickly burned down the fuel and few zombies along the way. The commander quickly let go of the pump and ran toward the convention center.

+3 renegade points

OOC: Ok I'll fully admit that was over the top, so I'll modify if ask to, although that might need to wait

[The Purple Skull]

Now...

We find Chuck and Frank fighting for their lives as they try to get to Decapolito Harbor.



"Frank, we gotta get outta here!"



"Gee, ya think?!"

"GET MOVIN'!"

"I'm goin'! I'm goin'!"

Chuck takes a swing with his bat.

CRACK!

However, it breaks!

"Ah, dammit!"

Frank takes a swing with his frying pan.

KTANG!

However, that breaks as well!

"S***!"

"Frank, ya gotta drop that duffel bag already!"

"Uh-uh. No way, Chuck. This will come in handy. Trust me."

"Unless that thing has a shotgun, I think yo--"

"A shotgun you say?"

Frank reaches in and pulls out two shotguns for himself and Chuck!

"Now we're talking..."

BLAMM!
BLAMM!
BLAMM!
BLAMM!

"I don't how the hell you had shotguns in that bag, but good job. Look over there, Frank. I see someone from our group from the airport."

She smiled while holding one of her weapons up. "Anyone willing to pay, Shenhua can offer protection and escort! Most of you weak, yes? You need strong woman to look after you!"

"I see you're handling yourself just fine, ma'am. But what say we stick together. We'll probably be able to get to the harbor safer that way."

[Josh M]

Felicia was enjoying her get away from New York then only way she knew how. To Break into the local bank.

She was planning this, but then, all hell broke lose. She starts to swing from building tops trying to help people and find a safe place to go. She does the until she sees a little girl.

"Little girl, are you ok?" She ask landing behind the girl. "I can help you find a safe place."
The litte girl turns around. She was one of them. A Zombie.




"No." Black Cat says, as she shed a tear. Black Cat then quickly moves towards the group of people near the center.

[Deadpooligan]

You turn your head at the platform. The walls of televisions - along with most of the announcement projects that adorned the convention - now display a message, repeating in bold:

RESIDENTS AND VISITORS OF SAN SERIMO. AN EVACUATION ZONE HAS BEEN ESTABLISHED AT DECAPOLITO HARBOR. PICK UPS BY AIR AND SEA EVERY FIFTEEN MINUTES FROM ALL AVAILABLE DOCKS /// FINAL EVACUATION IN PROGRESS /// HEAD IMMEDIATELY TO DECAPOLITO HARBOR /// UNITED NATIONS PEACEKEEPERS AND CIVILIAN RESCUE ARE ON HAND TO ASSIST /// PLEASE DO NOT BRING RELATIVES OR ACQUAINTANCES WITH KNOWN INJURIES CAUSED BY INFECTED /// DO NOT TAKE MORE THAN WHAT IS NEEDED /// ARM YOURSELF APPROPRIATELY TO DEFEND AGAINST INFECTED CARRIERS /// PLEASE BRING PHOTO IDENTIFICATION /// EVACUATION WILL LAST TWO WEEKS /// BE AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS, REMAIN ALERT.

Monarch Henchman #21 stands reading the monitors as a crowd of people rush by him, bumping his sides. He's remarkably chipper for one is his forthcoming situation.

"This is the craziest viral marketing thing I've ever seen, now I totally get why the finale special-effects for The Walking Dead was so low-budget! They were saving up for this. Sweet budget deal."

He continues thumbing through his periodical, walking with the crowd outside. Gunfire blaring, clubs a-thwacking.

"I wonder how much those guys get paid to dress like zombies.

And get shot. Beaucoup bucks, for sure."

[The Purple Skull]

He continues thumbing through his periodical, walking with the crowd outside. Gunfire blaring, clubs a-thwacking.

"I wonder how much those guys get paid to dress like zombies.

And get shot. Beaucoup bucks, for sure."

"Dude, I don't know why you're just walking all nonchalantly like that. But you might wanna pick up the pace or something. Those zombies are very much real."

[Josh M]

"Dude, I don't know why you're just walking all nonchalantly like that. But you might wanna pick up the pace or something. Those zombies are very much real."

Felicia then appears jumping from the roof. "True." She began. "I just saw this poor little girl, she..." She stops. "Let's just say it isn't good outside."