[d20 Modern] RESIDENT EVIL: Damnation [PG -17]

[KitanaVorr]

This thread is for current players only. Please post any comments in the OOC Thread.

A roster of the Resident Evil Characters and any maps of the game will be located in the Resident Evil Rogue Gallery thread. Please no one post there except for the TDM (Tyrannical DM--thats me).

My players, please do not post until I indicate in the OOC thread that it is okay to start posting in the IC thread.

That said...welcome to the first ever Resident Evil pbp game...I hope you survive it....

TDM

 

[KitanaVorr]

Umbrella Corporation

At the beginning of the 21st century the Umbrella Corporation had become the largest commercial entity in the United States. Nine out of every ten homes contain its products. It's political and financial influence is felt everywhere. In public, it is the world's leading supplier of computer technology, medical products and health care.

Unknown even to its own employees its massive profits are generated by

military technology,

genetic experimentation,

and viral weaponry.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Clairemont Mansion
50 miles from Raccoon City
December 29, 2002 20:00

The whirring of the metal blades echoed over the once silent courtyard. In the winter darkness no one could see the H-60 BlackHawk glide over the treetops inexorably toward the mansion. Its sleek shape encased in non-reflective black paint; its interior filled with silent soldiers.

For a moment the helicopter seemed to kiss the treetops, hovering there suspended until a few slinky lines of black began to unfurl from its belly. Soon dark shapes followed those lines, sliding along the ropes until military boots thumped on the hard dirt.

When all reached the ground, one of them raised an arm, motioning half the team to the right, the rest to the left. With those simple orders, the group fanned outwards in different directions, all of which led to the darkening mansion half a mile north of their position.

Just beyond the edge of their vision they were joined by a few more shapes, these ones lower to the ground. No one seemed to hear the heavy breathing, smell the fetid breath as the shapes moved swiftly closer even as the helicopter distanced itself from the men and women it had just left behind.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Clairemont Mansion – Formal Gardens
50 miles from Raccoon City
December 29, 2002 21:00

The garden looked as if it had seen better days…in the 1960’s. Everywhere undergrowth, everywhere the slow strangulation of everything human-built as nature returned to take over. In that gloom a lithe figure made its way nimbly over the roots.

For a brief moment the figure stopped…she could have sworn she heard gunshots…maybe even faint screaming but now there was only silence.

That was odd.

As her steps took her to closer to the house the darkness seemed to encroach even closer to her. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks in the shadows with the breezes, shifting the vines as if they were alive…of course that would only make sense if there was a breeze…

 

[KitanaVorr]

Clairemont Mansion – Front Entrance
50 miles from Raccoon City
December 29, 2002 22:00

The creaking of the front gate sent chills down the spine of any who listened. It seemed loud somehow, incongruous to the silence of the surroundings with the exception of the low hum of the car waiting to be let in.

Stretching for nearly a mile, the lonely drive from the front gate to the actual mansion in the dark remained quiet even with two companions in the car. No one wanted to speak, to break the hum of the car, the silence of the woods.

Stone pillars, curving steps…the place looked less like a mansion, less like palace and more like a tomb…a mausoleum.

 

[KitanaVorr]

That is the last thing any of you remember.

At 22:30 hours everything grows darker.

 

[KitanaVorr]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion
December 31, 2002 18:00

The sun has set.

You awaken on a hard surface, cold as ice, in unfamiliar surroundings. Everything looks blurry. Everything looks unfamiliar. Your head feels like a million dancers tapped their feet on it all night, a hangover of immense proportions.

It’s cold and dark with only bare candle light in niches and empty fireplaces. Around you can hear the sounds of people stirring, moaning, clothes rustling against the bare marble floors until you realize that you are one of those people.

Then an even colder realization chills your bones. Everything you had with you is gone except for the clothes on your back. No weapons, no technology, no Kevlar vest. Nothing but thin cloth to separate you from icy marble.

A loud gong sounds from somewhere in the house…and you wonder…how long have you been unconscious?

 

[KitanaVorr]

Entrance Hall Map

 

[Gurdjieff]

1st Floor – Entrance Hall
Clairemont Mansion


Maria looks up, still dazed, and gets tries to get up. When on hand and knees, she feels the pounding in her head.

"Oh man, last time I felt like this was still in high school."

She looks around the room, trying to get an impression of the hall she's in. Her eyes slowly adjusting to the lack of good lighting Seeing Carlson still unconcious, Maria crawls to him, shaking him.

"Anders, wake up man. Come on, open your eyes damn it!"

 

[The Forsaken One]

1st Floor - Entrance Hall

"...me on, open your eyes damn it!" is the first sound that rings Amelia's ears since who knowns how long.

Auw

Pain drives through her head, from the inside and from the outside. She thumped her head against something and it hurts like hell. Then it gets to her and her eyes flash wide open.

I'm lying on the floor...

The cold seeps through her few clothes and as the frigid feeling tinkles her skin she feel her heart beating in her head as she gazes at the blurry sight of the ceeling of where ever she is.

It appears that at least I'm not alone...

Slowly she tries to push her body of the ground and looks around her as she lifts her torso just a bit. With narrowed eyes the world slowly slides back into focus and she sees other people lying around her. One of them sits over the body of a male and turns around and looks at her.

I know that face...

Then another stake of pain drives through her head and she slips down back onto the cold floor again. Its cold soothing her headache.