Players
Type:
Role Playing Game
System:
Zombicide Chronicles RPG
Slot(s):
#1 Friday 7pm-11pm
Game Description
It’s like sales week. The things you really need are already sold out. We can find piles of cell phones, but there’s almost no water or food in the neighborhood. Luckily, we know a guy who knows a guy who says that the Shopmart on Black Pines Street hasn’t been ransacked yet. Well, let’s see if we can grab some lunch there, hopefully without actually becoming someone else’s lunch.
Game Master
Gryphcon
Amado: Food Delivery Person
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“You try a Bunny Hop when you have four runners on your tail.”
Amado was a boy like most. He used to go to school, listen to music, and go to the mall, but his shtick was definitely biking. He rode his BMX bike everywhere he went. He even used it in his food delivery job. In fact, he was out for a delivery when he saw a blood-dripping fat guy biting his client waiting on the curb. Amado stared for a few seconds in shock, but then managed to escape by pedaling like crazy. He will never leave his bicycle now. Maybe he can even reinforce it with metal plates without overloading it too much.
Ben: IT Guy/ Freelance Hacker
John Patterson "Once, the only ‘zombies’ I knew were the computers I compromised with my viruses and trojan horses."
In his life, Ben managed to do two things: learn to code like a hacker from the movies and become an accomplished boxer. He spent countless hours in front of his computer, making up for the mental strain by sweating in the gym. Only Ben could draw a parallel between those two activities. To him, hacking into a secure network was just like finding an opening in the defensive tactics of an opponent. Just enter the right move and watch them go down! Ben hasn’t had many opportunities to hack into anything nowadays, but his footwork has certainly saved him from hitting the canvas more than once
Hellen: Butcher
Jocelyn “Their eyes are not dead, I tell you... I know how the eyes of dead things look. Believe me!"
When she turned eighteen, Hellen chose to take over her family’s butcher’s shop that her grandfather opened 60 years ago. Then it was her father’s turn to stand behind the counter. Papa hated working there, though, and he let Hellen have the shop for herself as soon as she suggested the idea. Hellen was surprised. How could someone not feel love for the shining blades and the precision cuts revealing the secret anatomy of dead animals? nfortunately, Hellen doesn’t see much unspoilt meat anymore, but she certainly uses her knives a lot.
Julia: Cop
Doug Graham “Put those hands where I can see them... slowly!”
After seven years patrolling the streets, Julia was sure she had seen everything: theft, murder, abuse. Well, turns out she hadn’t. At first, Julia didn’t believe those shambling guys were really dead. That was until she tried to arrest one for being drunk and disorderly. The guy seemed just incoherent and wasn’t cooperating. Then, he tried to bite her. Julia had to shoot him in the face to save her arm. She was sure her career was finished, but then the world ended. When she found herself there in front of her Police station, which was in flames, she swore she would not forget the importance of her badge. Now, more than before, she had to protect and serve.
Preston: Clerk
Asher Graham “Run to aisle 4. That’s where we keep the camping fuel. I'm going to get some glass bot tles.”
It was meant to be a simple, part-time job at the hardware store to pay for college, but it became his
life. Preston was happy, though, for his boss and his
colleagues never had a problem with the fact that his boyfriend passed by every evening to pick him up (how could they after all? Jeff’s so good-looking!). So, it was very easy to forget the college and its bullies. And just when Preston thought he found peace, here came these filthy monsters, threatening to destroy everything. He would never allow it. Now, he is stronger than ever!
Yuka: Secretary
Steph Mayes “You have to cut it clean in half. That’s the only way to be sure it won’t rise again. ”
The smell of the dojo, meditation, blisters on your hands, men, do–, kote, tsuki. This was Yuka’s idea of a perfect life. She was fast. She was focused. She used to beat every opponent. But the modern world doesn’t allow you to live by an outdated warrior code, and Yuka worked a day job as an ‘office lady’, serving tea and running errands. Yuka was succumbing to depression when all hell broke loose. The hands that used to wield the shinai every day now grip a razor-sharp katana.
