eager kettle
Title: Resident Evil Outbreak 3: Frostfall
System: Alien RPG (modified)
Players: 0/4
Requirements: 21+, familarity with alien RPG, active participation, a good sense of humor. Put a ❄️ in your reply if you want to play.
Restrictions: we're using random pregens to get started quickly
Nice-to-Haves: experienced roleplay,green herbs
Timezone: pst, but it's a pbp so it doesn't really matter
Tone: isolation, paranoia, outbreak, escape
Concept: Blackridge Ski Resort, Colorado – December 2028
The storm came in faster than anyone predicted. One minute the slopes were packed with holiday skiers laughing through powder clouds, the next the sky turned iron-gray and the wind started screaming like something alive. By nightfall the lifts had frozen solid, the roads were buried under ten feet of snow, and every cell tower in the valley was either toppled or silent.
Nobody noticed the water tasting strange at first. A faint metallic tang in the hot chocolate, a slight bitterness in the craft beer taps. By midnight the first guests were vomiting in the lobby. By two a.m. they were eating the concierges.
Something old stirred beneath the mountain, leaking into the springs. Now the infected wander the snow-choked halls in parkas and ski boots, faces blackened by frostbite, still wearing their lift tickets like name tags.
You are four strangers who happened to be in the main lodge when the screaming started.
The power is out. Something is jamming every signal. The BSAA knows contact was lost with a weather station up here yesterday—but the blizzard has grounded everything with wings for at least forty-eight hours.
Outside, the wind howls loud enough to cover the sound of dragging feet in the snow. Inside, the fireplace is dying, the barricades are cracking, and whatever's in that water is already in your blood if you drank it, if you breathed the air, if you kissed someone who did.
There’s a snowcat in the garage that might still start.
cloud juniper
grave isle
oblique sandal
crude terrace