Thread: How these RPG'S work

true foxee, lol like a governement thing or something, the choice is up to you though.

Indeed, well if you'll all bear with me I'll flesh it out over the next few days. I certainly will make it more than just a zombie story. P.S. Do I tell everyone the direction I want it to go in or do I keep that to myself? Like a definitive ending or what?

Oh boy...I'm not sure how you want to handle that on the RPG. My instinct would be keep it to yourself if you can handle the fact that your ending might not happen that way at all. That way everything is fresh...nobody's trying to force their posts to fit in the prefab plot.

this was done by slayer it's so horror

A clatter rang down the corridor. Sharp and metallic, the sound rebounded off the concrete walls and damaged pipes that were everywhere on that level, echoing past black openings that marked intersections in the hallway, past the last flickering light in the section towards two soldiers who had stopped to report their progress in hushed voices, hoping to avoid the notice of whatever lurked down here.

“All quiet so far, sir,” Major Brett Hanson whispered into the radio.

It annoyed him that they had to use hand-held models when headsets would have been much more effective but the project had been undertaken with minimal resources, and the results could be seen all around them.

“Nothing yet but dust and bones. No sign of team delta yet and… What the hell was that?!”

The two spun around as the echo reached them, stirring the layer of dust and cobwebs that lay about their feet. They brought their rifles up level with eyes that scanned the darkness behind them for any hint of movement. Hanson remained standing with the radio crackling from its position on the chest of his HAZMAT suit, again not the best that money could buy but it was still considerably better than most models on the market, while his partner, sergeant Gustav Martinez, dropped to one knee in a swift, fluid motion.

Both remained motionless for several tense moments, then Martinez rose and scanned the half-darkness that was the only result of the base’s emergency lighting in all around them, never once lowering his weapon, Hanson remained staring down the corridor where the noise had come from. Thick, black rubber and tensile, polymer plating creaked in time with their breathing as they shifted their positions ever so slightly. Neither would forget what they had seen two days before. Hanson could still hear the footsteps lumbering towards them.

Eyes rolled up, HAZMAT suit in tatters and skin turned a sickening mottled grey on a body that was barely recognizable as human, it had leaped at them from the darkness. They opened fire on the thing but it still managed to wound private Johnson before it collapsed to the ground. He could still hear Johnson’s screams as skin and suit alike burst into flames and then fell through the floor grating as ashes. They had turned over the thing to see a set of tags hanging from its neck. Roberto Sanchez, always smiling yet who rarely lost at poker, one of the first to vanish here. The commander had made a great effort to get reinforcements and better equipment after that, Hanson remembered bitterly, but mister I-am-God project leader had put his foot down, arguing that none of the other teams had seen anything like this.

“Major, report,” came the order over the radio.

Eyes still scanning the darkness, Hanson lowered his weapon and raised one hand to the radio.

“We heard a noise sir,” Hanson said, “came from the corridor to the north. We have anyone out that way?”

“Negative major,” came the answer, but Hanson wasn’t listening.

At that moment all of the lights in the section blazed into life, blinding the soldiers for a moment before flicking out and leaving them in total darkness. Both flicked on the red lights attached to the barrels of their weapons, scanning the corridors anew. Still nothing. Hanson allowed himself to relax slightly and returned his hand to the radio.

“Sir, is somebody messin’ with the power supply?”

“Why do you ask?”

“All the lights here just blazed and then went out.”

“No-one else has reported anything like that, Major. Are you sure?”

“Yes sir.”

“Head back to the entry point and leave a marker at your current position.”

“Belay that order!”

Hanson’s hand tightened on the radio as he recognised the voice of the project leader.

“Go after the source of that sound and report back if you find anything. If not, resume patrol.”

“Yes sir,” Hanson said through gritted teeth.

What the hell was the point of having a military commander if the project leader, a civilian, had the authority to bypass his command and ignore every shred of advice thrown his way? Just like in one of those stupid B-movies his brother watched, mysterious creature efficiently kills all of the extremely stupid and evil soldiers who work for the CIA, except for this one guy and some blond girl he rescues. That was the sort of nonsense that he couldn’t stomach but the project leader seemed determined to recreate one. Sighing deeply, he took the GPS marker from his belt and placed it at the side of the corridor before signalling to Martinez to proceed.

As they set off, all of the information he had about this expedition flashed through Hanson’s mind. The Hammerfest installation, one of several government installations set up in the last ten years. Contact with the installation had been lost approximately two weeks beforehand and extreme weather conditions had delayed travel for half that. They had entered the first level of the bunker-like facility to find it empty except for one half-rotten corpse that they’d found locked in a hermetically sealed vault and with all the entrances to the level they were on barricaded. HAZMAT points had been set up and patrols sent out…and they vanished.

Since then, all units reported in on a regular basis and were tracked via GPS transponders on their suits, and they reported strange things. Hanson had lost three of his five-man unit, with Johnson being the only death they could explain. The other two had just collapsed, brain dead and hearts imploded, the doctors had said. No one laughed much after that.

Going down in units of two wasn’t the best of ideas since two men could only cover so much ground, but disappearances and the recurrence of the sever weather conditions had forced the commander’s hand. They turned a corner and proceeded slowly, sweeping the darkness with their lights. None of the soldiers knew why this place was so important and if the project leader knew, he wasn’t saying anything. Bad karma as far as Hanson was concerned.

What was the purpose of this level anyway? He pondered this question for the umpteenth time since the patrols had begun. There were four elevators that went to a different sector of this level, no doors beyond the entry point until you reached the borders between the sectors, and above all there was nothing down here, well except for whatever was killing them off. A maze of corridors that led nowhere, yet the project leader had them searching for something but wouldn’t tell them what. At least the thing had stayed down here. As far as they knew it hadn’t left this level yet, and in Hanson’s opinion they were searching for an access point to a lower level still. If this one was anything to go by he was dreading the next one. They were just at the source of the noise when the radio crackled to life.

“Major, I’m vectoring in team bravo to your position.”

The voice was the commander’s but it sounded…wrong. Hanson was puzzled by this and signalled to Martinez to stop.

“Sir?” Hanson asked.

“The project leader feels that you might need some help, remain at your current position, they’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

That was awfully fast, Hanson thought, and the voice was definitely off.

“Alright sir.”

The radio clicked off and Hanson turned to Martinez who looked at him in puzzlement.

“Commander says he’s sending down some friends for us. We’re to wait for them here. I don’t like it either.”

Martinez nodded soberly and concentrated on scanning his side of the corridor. Hanson did the same. In the silence that followed, Hanson found himself thinking about Sanchez and Johnson again. He tried to force his thoughts on to happier things but to little success. After five minutes Martinez spoke.

“Brett? What do you think they’ll tell our families if we ‘vanish’ too?”

He must have been thinking about Sanchez too
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“That they regret to inform them that they can’t tell them anything, Gus,” Hanson said.

Martinez lapsed into silence again. Damn but this place was oppressive. Hanson knew why Martinez had spoken; the silence was just too heavy to bear.

“You’re getting married soon aren’t you Gus?”

He heard Martinez chuckle slightly.

“Two weeks after I return from here,” he answered. “How old is your daughter now?”

“Three and a half,” Hanson said, “and worth all I had to go through to make her.”

Martinez chuckled again. They soon heard footsteps approaching at a run and turned to see four soldiers in suits like their own coming towards them. Two teams? Hanson looked at Martinez in surprise.

“The commander only said he was sending in one team,” he said. “What’s going on?”

He knew each of the soldiers in front of him well. Sergeant Mona Smith and private Maria Jenkins of team bravo, and sergeant Bill Chekhov and private Adrian Hawkins of team Charlie. Both teams seemed surprised to see the other there and looked to Hanson for an explanation.

“So you don’t know either?”

The two sergeants looked at each other for a moment and then Chekhov motioned for Smith to explain.

“Well,” she said, “the commander told us you needed help and to get here ASAP.”

She looked to Chekhov and he nodded that his story was the same. Hanson looked at them both in consternation.

“Did the commander sound odd to you?” he said, after a moment.

“Now that I think about it, he did,” Chekhov said, “explanation sounded hinky too.”

Smith nodded agreement and they looked to Hanson again.

“Well no point in standing around here,” Hanson said, “Bill, you and Hawkins take point. Gus and I’ll follow, and Smith and Jenkins will bring up the rear.”

They set off down the corridor. He and Martinez had been down here before and found nothing. He sincerely hoped that would be the case here. Thirty minutes passed and they found nothing. Hanson was about to call Chekhov when the two came running back.

“I think we found something sir,” Chekhov said.

“Lead on.”

As they hurried after Chekhov and Hawkins, Hanson realised that Jenkins hadn’t made a sound since she’d arrived. Odd, since she was usually very talkative. He shrugged it off as they reached another intersection.

“This wasn’t here before, sir.”

“You’re right, it wasn’t.”

“There’s more.”

Chekhov shone his light on the floor ahead of them. A trail of blood shone clearly on the ground and lead away down the corridor.

“Well done sergeant,” Hanson said and turned to address the others. “Stay here. I’ll go ahead with Chekhov. If we don’t call back in fifteen minutes leave a marker and head back topside.”

They followed the blood trail for another ten minutes, then turned a corner and found themselves facing a young girl. She smiled at them and Hanson began to approach her but turned when Chekhov called the others. When he turned back she was gone.

He and Chekhov both raised their lights to scan where she had been and saw a hatch in the ground. Hanson reached for his radio as the other four came around the corner.

done by slayer it's such a horror thing

“Command, this is Hanson,” he said, “I found a hatch leading down. Please advise.”

Nothing. Hanson called again but still no response. He looked at the others and shrugged.

“Martinez, take point. We’ll go down, find out what the hell is happening and then get out.”

Martinez nodded, pulled open the hatch and then descended into the darkness.

Back at command, shadows drifted over everything. The form of a little girl danced around in the radio room where the bodies of the commander and project leader lay on the ground. The shadows seemed to condense around her. She looked at the screen and saw the six blips descend. She laughed delightedly, cast a look at the sealed blast doors, and vanished.

That's cool, hopefully Slayer will join up.

Hes waitin for the gist