Post by Tbone110 The Amurican Bastard on Oct 14, 2010 18:04:14 GMT -6
It's now time to follow tradition and create the first Dead Rising 2 cyoa starring YOU. Let the story begin....
Open yourself up in Fortune City. The ad blares as Payback prepares to begin. You've been living in Fortune City for sometime now and when you heard the fact that Terror is Reality is coming to town, you decided: Why the hell not? Zombies destroyed your home of Vegas three years ago so it'd be good to see them get what they deserve. Goddamn menace is what they are. I don't think we'll ever be rid of them to be honest.
You force your view on zombies from your mind for now, this is supposed to be your vacation time, you should be enjoying it and not brooding on the past. "Whoo, the show's about to start. I'm excited." Your shiver as a chill runs up your spine, the lights in the arena dimming and the silhouettes of the contestants slowly rising into view on the platform.
You zone out during TK's lengthy introduction, the overblown is what you dislike most about TiR, but one must take the good with the bad in all things. The lights return in a shower of sparks, the Twins posing in their signature Wheel Fortune-esque stances on either side of TK. Their presence is enough to distract you through the rest of his speech, your attention span returning just as he initiates the Slicecyle event.
Several Playboy bunny models are situated throughout the arena, you've noticed a drastic increase in Playboy presence in the City as of late, you surmise that they must be suffering from declining subscriptions and the like. It's a sad day when even the might Playboy has to resort to such measures. What is this country coming to?
You wink at a brunette model that passes by, expecting her not to even acknowledge you. Instead the does the exact opposite. The promiscuous woman places her slender leg next to your covered limb, bends down to eye level, and plants a sweet kiss on your cheek, much to the dismay of the male patrons around you. They cheer and jeer as she struts away afterward, waving tenderly at you as she disappears into the crowd. You gawk at what has just transpired and nearly miss the event.
Chuck Greene, the noted yellow contestant, pops a wheelie and decapitates a zombie for the win. The crowd bursts into cheer for their decorated, ex-motocross hero. Several people surrounding you even give him a standing ovation, it hadn't occurred to you that Chuck Greene would have such a dedicated following. These regular TiR attendees really take the game seriously, don't they?
Again you zone out during TK's dramatic declaration of Chuck as the winner, his vast amounts of prize money, and how he is a true survivor. What the hell ever! Just shut your damn mouth and get on with the show.
As if he could hear you, TK finally bows and escorts the Twins offstage, you are sad to see them go but the glorious closing act is more than enough to make up for their absence. All six of the Playboy Bunnies convene on the stage and begin performing to Katy Perry's, "I Kissed a Girl."
As you enjoy the show, you notice a fight has broken out in the seats above you. "Hey, what the hell man? What're you-Arrrgh!" Bloodcurdling screams ring out simultaneously before somebody utters the fateful 'Z' word. "Zombies!" You hear the declaration in slow motion as memories of the Vegas outbreak flood your mind once again. The way they terrorized you in the streets and tore Michelle, your old girlfriend, from your arms, devouring her before your eyes. It's happening. Again.
But you are not frozen with fear this time. Having mastered your fear of the undead long ago, you rip your feet from place and peddle down the stairs to escape the encroaching horde. Panic soon overtakes the entire arena, the lights still flashing in time to the performance of the models. You glance to the stage and see the six of them are frozen in terror, unsure of what to do next.
A wild idea forming, you jog down to the safety railing, the center of the arena, and the stage, below. It is several feet to bottom but you would easily survive the fall and then be able to reach the Playboy women. The brunette who kissed you previously is in the center of the stage, her expression the most calm.
Health: 100%
Fatigue: 100%
Entourage: Nothing
Inventory: Cell phone
A) Take the plunge, you will be thanked with adoration from beautiful women and who doesn't want that?
B) Dismiss the idea and search for another way down, it would be crazy to just leap over the rail, which is there for a reason.
C) Ignore the models completely and follow the crowd, you need to escape the arena before the zombies have taken over completely
D) Find a human shield to 'follow' for the time being, you could always use a decoy in the event that the zombies reach you.
E) Sprint headlong into the horde, you have no idea why you would do such a thing but the possibility is there, just letting you know.
F) Calmly grab your phone, dial the first number you can, and pour your heart out to whoever answers, you have so much you need to get off your chest
Open yourself up in Fortune City. The ad blares as Payback prepares to begin. You've been living in Fortune City for sometime now and when you heard the fact that Terror is Reality is coming to town, you decided: Why the hell not? Zombies destroyed your home of Vegas three years ago so it'd be good to see them get what they deserve. Goddamn menace is what they are. I don't think we'll ever be rid of them to be honest.
You force your view on zombies from your mind for now, this is supposed to be your vacation time, you should be enjoying it and not brooding on the past. "Whoo, the show's about to start. I'm excited." Your shiver as a chill runs up your spine, the lights in the arena dimming and the silhouettes of the contestants slowly rising into view on the platform.
You zone out during TK's lengthy introduction, the overblown is what you dislike most about TiR, but one must take the good with the bad in all things. The lights return in a shower of sparks, the Twins posing in their signature Wheel Fortune-esque stances on either side of TK. Their presence is enough to distract you through the rest of his speech, your attention span returning just as he initiates the Slicecyle event.
Several Playboy bunny models are situated throughout the arena, you've noticed a drastic increase in Playboy presence in the City as of late, you surmise that they must be suffering from declining subscriptions and the like. It's a sad day when even the might Playboy has to resort to such measures. What is this country coming to?
You wink at a brunette model that passes by, expecting her not to even acknowledge you. Instead the does the exact opposite. The promiscuous woman places her slender leg next to your covered limb, bends down to eye level, and plants a sweet kiss on your cheek, much to the dismay of the male patrons around you. They cheer and jeer as she struts away afterward, waving tenderly at you as she disappears into the crowd. You gawk at what has just transpired and nearly miss the event.
Chuck Greene, the noted yellow contestant, pops a wheelie and decapitates a zombie for the win. The crowd bursts into cheer for their decorated, ex-motocross hero. Several people surrounding you even give him a standing ovation, it hadn't occurred to you that Chuck Greene would have such a dedicated following. These regular TiR attendees really take the game seriously, don't they?
Again you zone out during TK's dramatic declaration of Chuck as the winner, his vast amounts of prize money, and how he is a true survivor. What the hell ever! Just shut your damn mouth and get on with the show.
As if he could hear you, TK finally bows and escorts the Twins offstage, you are sad to see them go but the glorious closing act is more than enough to make up for their absence. All six of the Playboy Bunnies convene on the stage and begin performing to Katy Perry's, "I Kissed a Girl."
As you enjoy the show, you notice a fight has broken out in the seats above you. "Hey, what the hell man? What're you-Arrrgh!" Bloodcurdling screams ring out simultaneously before somebody utters the fateful 'Z' word. "Zombies!" You hear the declaration in slow motion as memories of the Vegas outbreak flood your mind once again. The way they terrorized you in the streets and tore Michelle, your old girlfriend, from your arms, devouring her before your eyes. It's happening. Again.
But you are not frozen with fear this time. Having mastered your fear of the undead long ago, you rip your feet from place and peddle down the stairs to escape the encroaching horde. Panic soon overtakes the entire arena, the lights still flashing in time to the performance of the models. You glance to the stage and see the six of them are frozen in terror, unsure of what to do next.
A wild idea forming, you jog down to the safety railing, the center of the arena, and the stage, below. It is several feet to bottom but you would easily survive the fall and then be able to reach the Playboy women. The brunette who kissed you previously is in the center of the stage, her expression the most calm.
Health: 100%
Fatigue: 100%
Entourage: Nothing
Inventory: Cell phone
A) Take the plunge, you will be thanked with adoration from beautiful women and who doesn't want that?
B) Dismiss the idea and search for another way down, it would be crazy to just leap over the rail, which is there for a reason.
C) Ignore the models completely and follow the crowd, you need to escape the arena before the zombies have taken over completely
D) Find a human shield to 'follow' for the time being, you could always use a decoy in the event that the zombies reach you.
E) Sprint headlong into the horde, you have no idea why you would do such a thing but the possibility is there, just letting you know.
F) Calmly grab your phone, dial the first number you can, and pour your heart out to whoever answers, you have so much you need to get off your chest