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==Story Teller==
 
==Story Teller==
Story teller is a community driven game within the RCC discord server where a story, that's likely to be nonsensical, is written one sentence a time by those who wish to participate.
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Story teller is a community driven game within the RCC discord server where a story, that's likely to be nonsensical, is written one sentence a time by those who wish to participate. Click the link below to read!
  
'''Chapter 1:'''
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'''[[Roftwood Communication Center/Story Teller|StoryTeller Series]]'''
 
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The sound of military helicopters roar in the distant dingy sky. Parts of the city still burned, the columns of smoke adding to the unreal twilight that seemed to smother all living. "Narf!" exclaims Pinky, turning to The Brain. "You've done it, Brain. So what are we going to do tomorrow night?" Echoed from a tv just as the last bit of power is drained from your generator humming to a halt.
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Letting out a heavy sigh against all that is Kevan, you drag yourself out of the much patched up recliner and head towards a window. Looking outside you see the four feral zombies from last night are still there,  "time to move on" you say to yourself, "I think I saw an Animaniacs DVD in the mall tech store," you continue to muse, acutely aware of how despite the power failure you can still almost hear the exact next line from your all-too-well-watched copy of Pinky and the Brain.
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You pick your nose, pulling out a bloody booger. You briefly think about having a quick protein snack before flicking the booger out the window. As you walk away from the window, you can't help but say to yourself, "Tobey Maguire was the only good spiderman." If anybody had been looking in that direction, most likely they would have gone mad at the sight of the bloody booger as it and the local space around it appeared to tear itself inside out and grow in size a hundredfold; as it was, just one of the ferals happened to notice, and lacking any rational thought, gave it no thought at all. What eventually landed on the crumbling sidewalk appeared to be a red stiletto without the heel.
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You wake up at that point, in a fierce cold sweat and say "Holy shit...I am not eating bacon-spam before bed again...what a weird dream, and this is the apocalypse....". And then everyone cuddled. That's when we discovered George had seeping wounds. You kneel down to George's level and say, "Yes, I ate your twinkie. In my defense, I have nothing to backup the beginning of this sentence." Then you pat George on the cheek and stand up again. After that you......pull a rough looking machete from your prison wallet. There's a limit to what any upstanding human being can take, and we'd just hit that point. That greasy, sweaty, turgid grease log was the final step...... in your quest for queasy deliverance from the daily drudgery that is being Malton's final and finest ...
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You close your eyes and take a deep breath as an oversimplified version of Spider-Man 2's plot line runs through your head. George suddenly turns to you and says: "Fool! It was I, George A. Romero all along! Not even death can stop me!". You say, "This...one's for Sam Raimi.." as you raise your machete in the air. As it falls in the air, Evanescence's Bring Me to Life plays in the distance as a tear rolls down your face. The halting music halts your swing and George flees to the south, Obvious Exits are: North, South, and Dennis. "Fuck you George! Return of the Living Dead was better than anything you ever made!"
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The sudden sound caused a nearby undifferentiated xygomorf to expel its proboscis. You've been there before, and you know what must be done. You yell, "Where's my fuckin' shotgun" as you rummage through the rubble. Dog McDogface enters the room, carrying your shotgun in his teeth. "C'mere, you son of a bitch". You take the shotgun before realizing it has no damn ammo. Fine, you think, I'll go to the nearest PD, see what I can scavenge. But see that there seems to be some sort of loud sound in the alley way, you go there.
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There you see a raccoon, waving a assault rifle at you because I am running out of ideas. The raccoon introduces himself as Tom Nook, he says he is looking for his kids Timmy and Tommy, do you help him?. Of course you do, help is your middle name. "What have we got here," you say. "A talking raccoon? Now I've really seen it all," you mutter to yourself.
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But a companion is a companion, so you flash your winningest smile, showing your pearly whites that have turned a slight shade greyer during the long quarantine and extend your hand.
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"Pleased to meet you," you say. "My name is Noe Help Atoll. My friends call me Noe."
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Tom Nook replies by saying, "now you owe me $198,000 for my help." Thankfully, you remember you can now pay in Nook miles. You breath a sigh of relief, grab your things and prepare to head out to the PD. Nook covers your back armed with a fishing rod. You move quietly through the streets of Malton, freerunning where you can. The streets are empty, Malton is slowly becoming ghost town, devoid of both humans and zombies. There, you see it, right behind the corner....nook's cranny, now transformed into a fortress with snipers positioned at the windows.
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TOM NOOK EATS YOUR DOG
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It looks at you with frenzied bloodshot eyes, chewing the last remains of your faithful canine buddy. Mouth full it mumbles "thmph imph mmmh....". Outraged you yell "What! What now?". It swallows and says "This isn't even my final form". Tom Nook Transforms into a toxic player, screaming "OMG IMAGINE KILLING A LVL ONE PLAYER WITH NO ABILITIES YET LOL IMMA NOT REVIVE YOU HAHA". mustering the last reserves of your endurance A quick slash, angling sharply down and curving back out, separates Nook's head from his shoulders. Such a scenario was just one of many that went into the designing and building of the mark 3 Nook model and now allows the detached head to levitate mid-air, rotate to view you and guide the body to seize you, which startles you out of your gape-mouthed astonishment, only to be replaced with exquisite pain as it literally disarms you. You give out a shout and try to do a kick into whatever tom nook has become. Instead you just collapse on the floor from blood loss, one last thought fills your mind, "?rise". Tom Nook's head and body silently and seamlessly reunite as he climbs over the barricades to continue looking for other survivors that owe a debt to society.
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Scrambling along Malton's long dead rail lines, you find your self in a suburb full of repaired buildings. "We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto," you think to yourself. A slight misting of rain begins to fall, bringing with it a descending curtain of silence that is almost palpable. So you lay down and go to sleep in a dumpster. pulling that sweet piece of cardboard you found over yourself, you drift off to sleep.
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''''''WRITTEN BY''''''
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TriggerHappy555, Party Boi, Pan D'emic, sirRandom - [FiremanDoMO], Javboy, Captain Streets, Lucky, spud, XmanJavier, Brom Armostrong and JotaroBestJOJO.
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==Contact==
 
==Contact==

Revision as of 21:16, 26 May 2020

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The Roftwood Communication Center is a pro-survivor organisation based in and around the suburb of Roftwood. The RCC is not a group, but a loose coalition of other local groups and survivors intended to facilitate cooperation across the greater Roftwood area.


RCC Information Center

The RCC Information Center is a status list of every major building in the RCC area.

History

The Roftwood Communication Center formed in the immediate aftermath of the closure of the Roftwood Coordination Center, and by most measures such as membership and goals directly succeeds that organisation, with its director ZombGG's blessing. The Roftwood Coordination Center remains a historically separate entity as a mark of respect for ZombGG's stewardship and autonomy over his own creation.

Story Teller

Story teller is a community driven game within the RCC discord server where a story, that's likely to be nonsensical, is written one sentence a time by those who wish to participate. Click the link below to read!

StoryTeller Series

Contact

Reach the RCC anytime on Discord. As a community of Urban Dead players the RCC welcomes many others to its public channels both for general chat and to encourage friendly in-game competition.

Support

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