Foster

To End All Wars: WW1 Zombie Outbreak

Brief overview of what can be used, although not limited to.

To End All Wars: WW1 Zombie Outbreak

Well, to be nice I'm probably going to give everyone a squad, or the remnants of one.

Also, take this:

*hands TMA a Pederson-device for his Obrez-Mosin, making it the rarest Real-life Mosin in world, last seen somewhere in Oklahoma.*

To End All Wars: WW1 Zombie Outbreak

Which brings us to why the zombies want to kill us.

And why, even when you die, you DO NOT want to leave them anything of yourself they could use.

Save the last bullet for yourself. It won't stop them from re-animating you, but it will slow them down, and hopefully you'll be too lobotomized to care.

To End All Wars: WW1 Zombie Outbreak

Very undead.

Keep in mind, it at the very least implies a fatal injury, and continuing for eternity with that pain as people shoot at you for fear of their lives.

A soldier can, in some instances, blow your head off... you'd still feel it. Forever.

Or, you could become a zombie-head on a stick.

To End All Wars: WW1 Zombie Outbreak

I see, you're probably also somewhat familiar with how the French Ergot/LSD outbreak in 1951 somewhat inspired Romero's film "The Crazies".

Tell you what. I'll toss the SCP-mention in favor of a greater emphasis on the historical and (limited) literary mash-up, in combination with the greater Spanish-flu nearly wiping out a quarter of the human population due to the war hindering efforts of containment and vaccination. But it will fall on you to ensure the idea can still stand.

I'm also going to suggest that all players at least start-off as alive, and part of the containment/evacuation-efforts.

To End All Wars: WW1 Zombie Outbreak

"Oh this sounds rather amusi-"

>SCP

Nope.

Can this be done without any of that SCP stuff? It lost it's funny a good while ago.

@Dinh AaronMk

Well, "SCP-186" isn't so much an organism as a location where some pretty nasty fighting went down in real life, and the only real lore I borrowed was transcript SCP-186-56 as follows:

A Letter From Hell

Dearest Nadya,

I have heard rumors of the madness happening at home. Be comforted that it is nothing like the madness that is happening here. We thought that four years of war had taught us everything we had to know and then more. We learned nothing.

The damnable Frenchman that the men elected to lead them spoke of peace. He spoke of weapons so terrible that we could make the enemy surrender on the spot. We were fools. We had run at trenches with dead men's rifles and sticks in our hands. We believed him the way we believed anyone that has supplies.

We never thought where this man came from. We didn't wonder why he had the weapons he did. We didn't care. We wanted to live.

We never considered that the enemy had the same things we did. I do not think the Frenchman did either. Or at least I hope he did not. I cannot imagine any man who would walk into this knowing what would happen. Maybe the Frenchman is not a man. Maybe he is something else.
...
I should have run away so many times. The Frenchman gave us a new gas weapon. We refused at first, remembering what had happened in Romania. But he promised us that this was different, that this would put our enemies down without harming them. Who wants any more bloodshed, he asked us. We could not argue with that. We fired mortars at a position ahead of us. A strange blue gas seeped from behind the trees, but the Frenchman cautioned us against advancing. One more thing, he said. He took one of our rifles, and taking aim took a single shot. Before we could ask what a scientist could know of shooting, we heard a scream. He had hit one of the Germans.

He handed me a pair of field glasses. Take a look, he said. I saw the German missing half of his head, still screaming. I have seen everything in this war, but I have never faces like those of that German's fellows as they watched their comrade. The Frenchman, in his terrible calm voice, explained that his shot had to have destroyed at least a quarter of the soldier's brain tissue. Enough to cause instant death, he said. But watch.

I kept watching through the field glasses. The German didn't stop screaming. At least ten minutes I watched, unable to move away. The Frenchman smiled. He smiled at this scene. The gas, he said, ensured that death would not come, regardless of injury. The Germans were too horrifed by their comrade to notice that they were not behind cover, and the Frenchman lined up another shot. The rest of the soldier's head was now gone, and the screaming was replaced by some sort of low grunting, the likes of which I have never heard from men.

No, the Frenchman said, no harm at all. I have bestowed the gift of life on your opponents. Who could possibly stand against that, he asked.
...
We are no longer armies. Not any more. We are animals, trapped in a forest together, uncomprehending. Sometimes, when Volikov sleeps, I hear the Frenchman in the woods, yelling in Hungarian, yelling and laughing. I would almost rather listen to Volikov.

I am going to die in this hole. I am too scared of what is outside of it to do otherwise. Minkin is going to try to brave the horrors in the woods to escape. I am sending this letter with him in the hopes that he does. As I gave it to him, he joked that he will get a civil service commission after the war for delivering a letter from Hell. I am not certain he is wrong.

Goodbye,

Pyotr

Bold emphasis mine.

In theory, I could trace where someone found a pop-sci reference to such a gas (Russian sleep experiment?), and use that instead, but this was more readily-available.
-The rest I'm pretty sure I can throw out.

But in summary, both sides are making zombie-armies of their own definitions and things have started to get a bit out of hand, prompting an international intervention (which did happen IRL, but for different reasons).
-It's not all bad, though

To End All Wars: WW1 Zombie Outbreak

Thinking about a conflict/zombie RP set between October 1917 and December 1919. Starting with the Kerensky Offensive and ending in the North Russian/Siberian Intervention of 1918-1920 by American forces to evacuate war-materials.

Incidentally, this RP will be assuming SCP-186 WILL NOT be contained.

For more information, please read SCP document 186-52: Letter from Pvt. Pyotr Avtukhov, participant in the Battle of Husiatyn Woods.

Will send an armored-train of reinforcements to the Husiatyn wood, Ukraine at once to stabilize the situation, contained within will be an armored unit of Legionnaires to help restore order.
~Long live the Republic.

Types of zombies:

Herbert West's Re-animates (American):
West got his true test on the fields of Flanders in 1915, and since then has slowly built-up a small army.

Frankenstein's Mosnters (Austrian) and Human Centipede / German Abominations:
-Previously dead, can be killed, but Frankenstein's original creations were usually taking the literal 'best bits' of soldiers
-The German 'abominations' on the other hand, were often creations from still living, or unkillable test-subjects in order to supplement their existing abilities. Multi-armed specimens were found not to have the bone-structure to make heavy-lifting feasible, however many examples have been pressed into use as 'field medics' for German forces in order to speed-up this labor-intensive process of grafting limbs back together. The monsters are still fielded as heavy-weapons specialists.

Medium Joseph Crowley's Substutiary Locomotion (British):
These forces were offered as an armored platoon of unmanned tanks (one Medium Mk VII-F, and four Renault FT), commanded by a group of officers for tactical advisement and occultist medium "J. Crowley". At their request, the Russian Imperial War Museum allowed this unit access to all the old uniforms of Crossacks and other ranks loyal to Russia.

Crowley then began training several other units locally and allwed each to have a single command-tank.

Later in the conflict, many of these members were no longer fit for command, and were summarily shot for cowardice. Crowley now commands an unmanned supply-convoy as a conscientious-objector.

Dr. Jean Durand's "Prussian Blue" (French):

Rasputin's Demonic Possession (Russian):
Not as effective in combat as other forces, but often used as a last resort to coerce Cossacks to obey orders.
-Thankfully, the death of Rasputin has curtailed the use of this particular technique.

Needless to say, for many of these, shooting them in the head won't do shit.
*And for some reason, the Soviets thought they knew quite a bit on reviving the dead.

And none of that rubbish of "But we don't want to fight!"

Now I order you, BACK TO THE TRENCH!

@Foster

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A FEW GOOD CO-GMS

Players will be allowed to RP as any nationality with any loadout within reasonable justification of existing TO&Es and concepts of the era, and are expected to be willing to RP their gear literally going through hell to the point of failure (including those old-timey uniforms), and then being forced to fight-on with broken weapons against a foe that cannot die.

On the Brand New Hunt!! (closed)

Tempted to run a spy-racket in feudal times, perhaps even fake the kidnapping of a noble to justify a war.

-Ofc, the king wouldn't want them (kidnapper included) to return alive; that would be awkward.

I'm not sure what role would play who, you appear to be very fond of being secretive.

Myself, ominously cryptic.

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

There is one RP I 'officially' finished all the way to the bitter end.

Gentlemen, welcome to Dubai.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/80746-to-end-all-wars-ww1-zombie-outbreak/ooc

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Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

also, @Foster my only question would be how you'd get that to work. to me, it seems almost all roleplays where you play BotG it dies. That's one thing I'm worried about for my own thread....

@The Mage

(hoping that means "boots on the ground")

That's a very recent trend, I assure you.
-However, most RPs I've tried to solo-GM (regardless of story) have died.

I've been trying to find some good dedicated co-GMs that know the general history, lore, and those random bits of info (like at the very least seen an Mle RSC 1917 field stripped and compared to an M1 Garand, and view WW1 era automatics in context* rather than for use as flavor-weapon for Call of Duty style "high-speed low-drag" yolo-fests).

*Context being, the French automatics were made by illiterate 16 year old girls since 75% of the male French population was sitting in the trenches. In short, they had to be so simple, you could field-strip it, look at the parts, and say to yourself: "Shit, I could build this fucker on a good weekend." Same reason why the French elected to use strip-fed MGs rather than belts, it took about 3 seconds to stamp enough ammo-strips to hold a full can of ammo... time spent sewing a fabric belt for a Vickers or assembling a lewis-pan's spring-assemblies...

And someone who can find a reason why discussion on French armaments is *not* a tangent upon a tangent when discussing an RP to be set in Russia.