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[size=+2]"It started as rioting. But right from the beginning you knew this was different. Because it was happening in small villages, market towns. And then it wasn't on the TV any more. It was in the street outside. It was coming in through your windows. It was a virus. An infection. You didn't need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood. It was something in the blood. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities it was already too late. Army blockades were overrun.
And that's when the exodus started."
- Selena, '28 Days Later'[/size]
Something is spreading.
Something in the blood.
All it takes is a cut, a scratch, a bit of infected blood on an open wound. Then you are gone, lost to mindless fury and sadistic rage as you suddenly attempt to murder anyone and everyone around you. You'll strangle your partner, murder your children, beat your best friend to death with your bare hands.
Britain is being overrun.
The numbers of the infected swell in the day since the infection began, seeping across the country at an unprecedented rate. The hastily-assembled blockades are being overrun. The violence is spreading to the towns and cities.
The town of Mistvale shall be one of the first to fall.
And the only thing left to do will be to run or hide.
These are the final days of Great Britain.
TL;DR? [size=+3]NO GUNS, YOU FUCKS. >:[[/size]
Rural, isolated and agriculturally-focused, Mistvale is the epitome of the small English town. It's population peaks at just over 2500, making it one of the tiniest in the district.
Serving as the hub for many of the farms and isolated homes in the surrounding area, Mistvale has several churches attended by locals and nearby residents, including the Church of England and the Jehovah's Witnesses. Recent developments have also led to a supermarket being erected on the outskirts of town, which draws many customers from the outlying area but also the ire of many locals who believe the store is stealing away local business. Several pubs and bars also dominate Mistvale's high street, from the traditional 'Mistvale Inn' to the more modern (and slightly dodgy) 'Roxy'.
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[size=+2]"It started as rioting. But right from the beginning you knew this was different. Because it was happening in small villages, market towns. And then it wasn't on the TV any more. It was in the street outside. It was coming in through your windows. It was a virus. An infection. You didn't need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood. It was something in the blood. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities it was already too late. Army blockades were overrun.
And that's when the exodus started."
- Selena, '28 Days Later'[/size]
Something is spreading.
Something in the blood.
All it takes is a cut, a scratch, a bit of infected blood on an open wound. Then you are gone, lost to mindless fury and sadistic rage as you suddenly attempt to murder anyone and everyone around you. You'll strangle your partner, murder your children, beat your best friend to death with your bare hands.
Britain is being overrun.
The numbers of the infected swell in the day since the infection began, seeping across the country at an unprecedented rate. The hastily-assembled blockades are being overrun. The violence is spreading to the towns and cities.
The town of Mistvale shall be one of the first to fall.
And the only thing left to do will be to run or hide.
These are the final days of Great Britain.
- This RP is set in the fictional British town of Mistvale, just over 24 hours after the Rage virus was released; keep this in mind with your characters
- One character per person, please
- Try and keep up with the direction the game is being taken in by the GM/don't be a game-breaking fucktard
- This is a gritty horror story about the death of civilisation and the struggle for survival, not a zombie shoot 'em up; taking on the Infected is likely to get you killed
- These aren't slow, lurching zombies; these are fast, enraged freaks hell-bent on killing anyone who gets in their path
- This is set in the UK, so firearms are prohibited without GM-approval, and anyone who's somehow packing an assault rifle with reflex sights and enough ammunition to kill an army will be fed to the Infected
- Have fun, help craft a cool story
TL;DR? [size=+3]NO GUNS, YOU FUCKS. >:[[/size]
Rural, isolated and agriculturally-focused, Mistvale is the epitome of the small English town. It's population peaks at just over 2500, making it one of the tiniest in the district.
Serving as the hub for many of the farms and isolated homes in the surrounding area, Mistvale has several churches attended by locals and nearby residents, including the Church of England and the Jehovah's Witnesses. Recent developments have also led to a supermarket being erected on the outskirts of town, which draws many customers from the outlying area but also the ire of many locals who believe the store is stealing away local business. Several pubs and bars also dominate Mistvale's high street, from the traditional 'Mistvale Inn' to the more modern (and slightly dodgy) 'Roxy'.