Undead surround the outpost. There are millions out there. You guys are still inside. This is a drop in and play RP, but here are the rules.
Rules
1: You cannot go out by yourself without using the helicopter. Whenever anyone goes out, they get eaten by the zombies.
2: Food and water are unlimited, but ammo is not.
3: You can make stuff, but you cannot make impossible stuff without some ingredients.
4: There is a helicopter, but it can only go as far as the outskirts of town before it runs out of fuel. Use this to scavenge.
5: There will never, ever be any rescue missions. The entire military is dead.
How to play:
Basically, this is an RP about the zombie apocalypse. You and all people participating in this are in an outpost. You play yourself. You have to find ammo, guns and stuff like that. You basically can do anything you want, except those not advised to do in the rules.
We start now.
The zombies wander towards the mines. They explode in a glorious amount of guts and blood. Fniff smiles. He knew it was a good idea to set them up. He walked over to the barracks and announced himself.
"Hello, everyone. We currently have 500 clips of ammo, and 6 cans of fuel. Food and water are still high in supply. Who wants to volunteer to be the one doing the scavenging missions? We currently need a radio and some smokes." He said, smiling.
Rules
1: You cannot go out by yourself without using the helicopter. Whenever anyone goes out, they get eaten by the zombies.
2: Food and water are unlimited, but ammo is not.
3: You can make stuff, but you cannot make impossible stuff without some ingredients.
4: There is a helicopter, but it can only go as far as the outskirts of town before it runs out of fuel. Use this to scavenge.
5: There will never, ever be any rescue missions. The entire military is dead.
How to play:
Basically, this is an RP about the zombie apocalypse. You and all people participating in this are in an outpost. You play yourself. You have to find ammo, guns and stuff like that. You basically can do anything you want, except those not advised to do in the rules.
We start now.
The zombies wander towards the mines. They explode in a glorious amount of guts and blood. Fniff smiles. He knew it was a good idea to set them up. He walked over to the barracks and announced himself.
"Hello, everyone. We currently have 500 clips of ammo, and 6 cans of fuel. Food and water are still high in supply. Who wants to volunteer to be the one doing the scavenging missions? We currently need a radio and some smokes." He said, smiling.
