ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE! in 1920
FINAL HOURS
As the group of tired, shocked, scared, and more than a little battered individuals crawl into the Restaurant on Third and Sixteenth, they pay their thanks to the most beautiful and kind waitress this side of the Hudson, but then they turn inward and assess the reality taking hold. They're angry. They're confused. They're terrified. They split up and scour the sides of the establishment, checking windows and doors and constructing makeshift blockades. No one knows what they saw, nor can they explain the fleshy corpses running down the boulevards covered in blood, attacking and consuming good and honest folk. Let me tell you it straight: The world's gone to hell, but we've all been living in a little hell for some time now. Guess it's about time nature caught up.
Once the perimeter is secured, inventory is held. Weapons are fashioned from everyday items that are now relics of a happier time. Everyone hopes they won't have to use them. Won't have to fight off the ravenous horde. But it's too late, one of them realizes, as soon they all do. There's blood from the door into the interior, leading into the kitchens where someone washed themself clean to avoid detection.
Someone has been bitten.
The Last Day on Earth has startedVote for players using italicized votes. Most votes gets lynched. If the Infected isn't lynched, everyone dies. Phase ends in a little less than two hours at 6:55 PM PST.
Okay, forum rules say I can't message other players during the game, so I'm posting the PMs in thread and we're operating on the honor system. NO PEEKING AT OTHER ROLE PMS PLEASE! IF YOU DO THE ZOMBIES WILL EAT YOU EVEN SOONER.- KIYOKO'S ROLE PM - NO PEEKING!!:
You are the Infected. You are Mafia. What kind of terrible, non-congenial person runs into a safehouse with their friends? You're putting everyone at risk, how dare you.
You've been armed with a shovel you took from a nearby construction site on the way in. They won't need it anymore, anyway.
- MR. GERBEAR'S ROLE PM - NO PEEKING!!:
You are the Infected. You are Mafia. What kind of terrible, non-congenial person runs into a safehouse with their friends? You're putting everyone at risk, how dare you.
You've been armed with a billiard stick you nabbed from the pool tables on the side of the room. There's no time for games in the apocalypse.
- HIGH SERAPH'S ROLE PM - NO PEEKING!!:
You are the Infected. You are Mafia. What kind of terrible, non-congenial person runs into a safehouse with their friends? You're putting everyone at risk, how dare you.
You've been armed with a baseball bat that was hanging back behind the counter. It's New York, isn't it? Time to play ball.
- NINFIA'S ROLE PM - NO PEEKING!!:
You are the Infected. You are Mafia. What kind of terrible, non-congenial person runs into a safehouse with their friends? You're putting everyone at risk, how dare you.
You've been armed with a steak knife you lifted from the kitchens when no one was looking. Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys.
- TIKI THE TROLL'S ROLE PM - NO PEEKING!!:
You are the Infected. You are Mafia. What kind of terrible, non-congenial person runs into a safehouse with their friends? You're putting everyone at risk, how dare you.
You've been armed with a broken glass you found on the counter of the bar. Time for a last drink.
- TINYLIGHTFLASH'S ROLE PM - NO PEEKING!!:
You are the Infected. You are Mafia. What kind of terrible, non-congenial person runs into a safehouse with their friends? You're putting everyone at risk, how dare you.
You've been armed with a a barstool you found upturned on top of the bar. This is not time for sitting around.
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