options
regret roulette
written Apr 30, 2021 18:56:51 GMT
salty likes this
Mirror
New Member
uwu
hello hello, i'm here to post an update on this brilliant mess of an idea. so most essentials are pretty much done. by that, i mean things like the plot, rules, ability guide, information of the soda, and the setting are completed. member groups are the only essential info that has to be done and then i can worry about picking out a skin and do board locations. that said, i decided to give you a rough-ish draft of the premise that is subjected to change. it's a liiiiiittle bit sardonic in narration (this applies to all the other essentials), but i think it helps set the overall tone of the site of silly and "the world is pretty screwed". and if you want, you can't stop by the site's discord for updates on the site and even contribute to the site's development. i swear, you won't regret it. (: Okay, you've read the rules? Great!- oh, you haven't? Well, why didn't you finish?! Wait, you did? Hell, I can't even tell. You're just reading the screen while I'm just here trying to figure out if I should move on or now! You know what? You're smart. Or at least I hope you are. Right? Don't worry, I'm just kidding! Well, maybe a little. Anyway, let me tell you a story of how it all went down. And you better buckle up, because this shit show of a story is going to be wild. With a zombie apocalypse, you'd think serious shit must've went down in some hospital or underground laboratory where some unknown virus broke out and it's infecting everyone into zombies. You know, your typical and RESPECTABLE cause of an apocalypse. Let me tell you this: the cause of the world going down the toilet is more ridiculous than you think, but it's pretty serious nonetheless if you ask me. Spoiler alert: Soda. Oh yes, you read that correctly. The cause of human civilization going to hell? Soda. In our once shithole of a ci- I mean, our glorious city that is... hold on, I kind of forgot the name. I lived here my whole life and I don't even remember the freaking name. Aren't I a fabulous tour guide? Okay, here we go! In our glorious city that is Rogate City! Rogate City in uh... it's in America... okay here we go, in Rogate City, New York! (Don't tell anyone, but it's actually a fictional city! I know, even I couldn't believe it.) Think of Rogate City as like Manhattan, but shittier. Like, reaaaally shitty. And snarky... and just plain ruder. Oh, and futuristic! pew pew. (Don't worry your cute little head, I'll go into more detail on what Rogate City is like.) You know what? I'm going to try and speed things up. It's a lot less awkward than to try and entertain you with my underwhelming sarcasm and attempt of humorous pessimism. January 21, 2031 (01/21/31, haha. I mean, it's kinda funny if your date is formatted as Month/Day/Year.) as was the day that a soda company named Soda Smash was created. Their motto was, "Soda Smash: where our soda will smash your tastebuds to the ground!" I know, no one even bothered to call this sorry excuse of a motto out. Anyway, the drink they created was called Blue Pepper. As stupid as it sounds, it's meant to be extremely fizzy while having a little spice to it. Oh and it's blue too. I guess. Now here's the catcher with Soda Smash. They skipped ALL health protocols, tests, and basically things to make sure no one dies from this damn drink and immediately launched the product to the entire country. It was a instant hit before they began to make waves worldwide and sell their soda overseas. Almost everyone loved it; their moms, their dads, their grandmas, even the damn dogs wanted it more than water! And I'm not exaggerating. As the kids would say, the drink SLAPPED. That was until literally before December 22 of the same year did shit began to hit the fan. And it was just before Christmas too! Bastards. Anyway, Blue Pepper was a special drink... so special, it turned out to be toxic. How toxic you may ask? That anyone who drank it became a mindless zombie that only loved two things: Blue Pepper and some human flesh. If you were bitten by the zombie, you'd turn into one. If 50 of those fuckers were eating you alive? You're just as good as dead. And let me tell you, 90.9% of the world were turning into these freaks. But not all hope was lost! Lady Luck decided to sprinkle her miraculous bullshit and protect the rest of the people that had yet to be infected. If you drank the soda, well, your fate was split into 50/50. Either you turn into a zombie who'll stop at nothing for some Blue Pepper and human flesh... or gain powers. Yup, you heard that right. The soda's toxic as hell, but not everyone is destined to become a zombie. Rumor has it that the more you drink this stuff, you're toying with your life. Become a zombie or gain more powers. Honestly if I were you, I'd not push your luck. And let's not stop at powers and zombies, either. You think you can live freely with powers if there wasn't a physical consequence? Now it's not a complete guarantee to have powers without any mutation, but one or the other, or even both can happen. I'm talking cat tails, six eyes, horns sticking out of your damn temples. You may not even look human at all! And now we fast forward to 2035, 4 years since the event. Rogate City is still standing and trying their best to fend off against the soda loving zombies. A cure has yet to be made and people are still dying one way or another, and not by zombies exclusively if you catch my drift. Question is, can you handle this sugary apocalypse? |
