This looks interesting. I have a friend who has a copy of AFMBE, so I'll have my hands on the book in a day or so.
A Eulogy for Socrates - Re-Recruiting!
A Eulogy for Socrates - Forum
All Flesh Must Be Eaten
Estimated Members Requested: 2
A Eulogy for Socrates needs fresh meat! Our band of hapless fleshbags has survived their initial encounter with the zombie menace, but with one of their number wounded and more of the things on the way, they have been forced to retreat into what appears to be a hospital - only to find another group of humans already there!
Neither group has any real idea what the hell is going on here, but they all share the same experience: they went to donate blood at a Chicago hospital, felt the needle slide into their arm, and woke up in a strange bodysuit in an unknown, metallic facility.
Where are they? Why are there zombies roaming the halls? Who brought them here, and for what purpose? Where, for the love of all that is good and right in the world, is the exit?
WHERE AM I...?
Something strange has happened. The last thing you remember, you had gone into the hospital to donate blood. They stuck a needle in your arm and -
...and what? After that, there's nothing. Did they drug you or something? How long were you out? Where are you now?
Lying on a cold metal table in a strange white one-piece outfit, that's where. Maybe they did drug you, and now you're in their lab, and they're going to come in any minute now and start sticking more needles in you.
Hold on, though. You're not strapped down.
You sit up and look around blearily. You're not the only one in here. There's a couple other tables beside yours. Other people are sitting up, noticing their surroundings, looking just as confused as you do.
Then, as one, you all notice the door. There's no handle or knob. It's just a metal slab in a metal wall with a little button next to it. But it's got something written on it in red spray paint:
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT OPEN
This is "A Eulogy for Socrates", an All Flesh Must Be Eaten game set in... well... I'm not going to tell you. As you can see from the intro above, discovering where you are and why you're there is as much a part of this game as fighting the zombies. The title's significance will become apparent in time as well. Don't worry, though; I'm not going to start quoting philosophy at you.
This is going to be a horror-style game. That means that things may get a little extreme at times, so if you don't want gore and language, don't join this game.
If you're interested in signing up, here's what you need to do:
- Create a Survivor or Norm character. This means that you have 20 points for Attributes, 15 points for Qualities (and up to 10 in Drawbacks), and 35 points for skills if you're a Survivor; you get 14, 5, and 30 if you're a Norm. Your characters should be from modern-day Chicago. You all went to donate blood during the latest blood drive and have no memory of what has happened since then. No Inspired characters, please, but if you want to play a Norm rather than a Survivor, I won't stop you (and kudos to taking the hard route).
- Post your character name, background, personality and description here. The only restriction on your background is that the last thing you remember is donating blood at a Chicago hospital.
- Wait to see if you're accepted.
LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?
- Death, in Terry Pratchett's Reaper Man