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CONCEPT!!!



“This world is ravaged young ones; the Undead roam the land still, everyone still calls them Zombies and they have held dominance over the planet for near three decades, little by little; piece by piece they took our planet from us and mark my words sooner or later they will attack Bastillia, this fortress, our last hope it is. The flying city, a technological marvel built when the collapse became too much for the leaders of the world to ignore any longer. The Collapse is what they called it as well. Priests still tell us to pray to the divine spirits for safety. Times are tougher now than they have ever been, the people up here are starving more than often than not and in the short history of Bastillia, the leader we have now is complacent when it comes to the plague. We need heroes Ryan, real heroes, heroes who can fight and take back what is ours. There are weapons down there, powerful weapons. Still though not one of the people with the resources have the balls to go and take it.” Overhearing the rambling old man has you intrigued. You listen to him talking to another man from the corner booth of the bar. You sit by yourself in a private booth, just big enough to hold a single patron. Inside you sit on a metal seat with a metal table over your left knee; it folds out from the metal wall to your left side, a small metal cup and metal jug rest upon it, a light fabric covers the view to the pub outside of your booth, it breathes easily as it sways about, dangling free allowing little privacy anyway.

The corner booth is behind you. You’re listening through the wall, since it’s so thin. You drink your brew, a heavily watered down pint of beer. Food and resources are scant on Bastillia, the floating city. You need to be in the scavenger squadron to go out and get first pickings on the ground. Flying out on electrical helicopters, each carries only four men. They are compact in size and move almost silently through the air to designated targets throughout the globe. The Lost Colonies are where the people who weren’t fortunate enough to have been allowed entry onto Bastillia, the ones not born into diplomatic or militaristic backgrounds.

The people who made lives down on the ground, fighting against the greatest enemy humanity ever fought. Now you can usually find them living in elevated areas, like trees. Buildings in cities were demolished and bulldozed to create huge barriers of rock and steel.

You’ve reached a bit of a crisis in your life. That crisis and that crisis is known as the worth exam. You have just failed that exam and you’ve been given the option on what you can do. Join one of Bastillia’s forces.

You think about them, you could join the Scavenger Squadron and help scavenge for the lost treasures or join the more forward fighters in the militaristic Bastillian Defence Force or BDF for short. You could always take a chance with your life and take passage on the next outing to one of the Lost Colonies or listening to this old man further couldn’t hurt, could be a golden opportunity and if there’s anything you’ve got. Its balls or maybe you don’t but you think it over and come up with a decision.

A) Don’t listen to the old man and join the Scavenger Squad -  go to Paragragh 1

B) Don’t listen to the old man and join the BDF -  go to Paragraph 2

C) Don’t listen to the old man and take the next trip to one of the lost colonies.  Go to Paragraph 3

D) Continue listening to the old man Go to Paragrah 4