The night sky was full of light. The pinpoints of a thousand stars shone down upon
The city of New York and the full moon was low in the sky, seeming to fill it up. Suddenly a burning ball of flame burst into existence, growing larger and larger until it streaked down into the city centre, obliterating an office block. From within the rubble something moved, crawling clear, beaten and bloodied. In one pair of its arms it cradled a small cube with intricate carvings on its surface. Leaving a trail of blood behind it the creature staggered away, trying to hide its cargo before death overtook it.
The oval office was quiet for the first time that day. The delegates from South Africa had been shown out and the head of EPA was yet to arrive. The President sipped a mug of coffee and sat back in his chair, enjoying the rustling of tree branches outside the window. The peace was abruptly shattered when the twin doors to the room were swung open with such force that they left marks on the wall.
“What is the meaning of…?”
Before the President could finish a woman, flanked by two massive men, strode up to his desk and smacked a hefty file down on the smooth surface.
“Mr President, we have a situation.”
For a few brief seconds the silence returned as the President considered the woman before reaching for the file. Slowly he opened to the first page and read it while the woman tapped her foot impatiently. His secretary appeared in the doorway,
“Sir, your five o’clock is here.”
Without looking up he waved her away and continued to read. After a few more moments the woman spoke,
“Mr President you must authorise the implementation of the Cronin Protocol. We don’t have much time.”
Grimly the President looked up at her.
“I will not authorise the deaths of four million American citizens so that we can get our hands on some weapon that will bring only suffering.” He pressed the intercom button sharply.
“Susan get the pentagon on the line, I want a cordon around New York. No one gets in or out.”
New York has been quarantined due to a possible alien presence, trapping thousands of people in a ring of guns. The soldiers are disciplined and will use lethal force to counter any attempt to escape from the containment zone. Special forces teams have been dispatched deep into the city with a specific mission in mind and the necessary equipment to complete it. Chaos reigns on the streets for in six hours a nuclear weapon will be deployed against a real target for the third time in history.
To those who know of such things the actions of the government follow the guidelines set out by one of the Cronin Protocols. A series of action plans set up during the 50’s to counter the effects that alien contact would have on the USA. It appears that Cronin Protocol 1 is being implemented, discovery of a powerful alien artefact.
The city of New York is in a state of panic, law enforcement is non existent as people try desperately to escape the confines of the containment zone, many paying the ultimate price for their efforts. Special forces units cut through the mass of rioters in order to complete specific missions, either to plant a nuclear device in the city or to discover the location of the artefact in order to remove it. Loudspeakers blare a simple message to the crowds “If we have the artefact then nobody needs to die.”
Heroes can try and get people out of the city or quell the riots, while villains can use the lawlessness to their own advantage. The one unifying objective of the two sides is to find the artefact, either to use its power for personal gain or to hand it over and prevent the detonation of the bomb.
Follow the standard Comicvine rules found here http://www.comicvine.com/message/official-rpg-rules/8030/&c=7&7
Anyone is allowed to join but if you start to ruin the flow of the RPG or your posts are not up to scratch you will be asked to delete them. This is a chance for all you new RPers to prove that you can do this properly, don’t mess it up.
The artefact is not an NPC, at the end of the RPG I will award it to someone who is worthy. That mean both character wise and in terms of writing and personality on the vine.
Good quality posts. This is something that I personally have a problem with. I hate it when people post skimpily and offer no explanation as to how they know other characters or how they got where they are. Make it detailed and descriptive.
The cordon around New York is the real thing. Escaping will not be easy. Think the full might of the US army. Fighter Jets patrol the sky relentlessly.
Special Forces soldiers are no push over. They will kill you unless you’re smart about fighting them.
Have fun and make this a good RPG.
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