Irish Wolf here and I’m trying my hand at another zombie game. Now I know most of the zombie games out there are set in the modern day, set during the outbreak or maybe a few years after zombies take over. I’ve also noticed that theres a new tread of making zombie game set in medieval Europe. However, I’m not taking either of those routes. That’s right, Irish Wolf is setting his game in…..World War 2, in the Pacific.
So heres the storyline; on the evening of February 27th, 1942, DD-163 USS Swinburne, an old four stacker destroyer in the United States Asiatic Fleet, is running again. Almost two weeks ago, they managed to sneak near Singapore and pull a handful of British soldiers from the city before racing to join the fleet. After the defeat of ABDA (American-British-Dutch-Australian) fleet in the Battle of the Java Sea, the ship is cutoff from her sisters and their retreat towards Surabaya, her captain sails north along Sumatra in an attempt to make port in Ceylon.
Two days later, in the early evening hours of March 1st, USS Swinburne is spotting by a Japanese submarine and torpedoed. A handful of survivors (sailors, naval nurses or British soldiers from the Suffolk regiment) manage to get into a life raft and drift away into the night. Come morning, they wash up on the shores of a smallish island (I’m gonna make one up, called Jacob’s Island), without weapons or food. Things wouldn’t be so bad, accept for the fact that a force of Japanese troops that occupied the small island in order to claim the oilrig.
Just to make matters worst, one of the new wells that was dug to supply the Imperial Army soldiers with water happened to contaminated with the Solanum virus. A majority of the garrison of four hundred twenty-three men and the one hundred Korean laborers has been turned into flesh-eating undead over a week ago, save for a handful of survivors hiding in the jungle.
So hows this all gonna work out? Well we’ll start off with the Americans/Brits waking up on the beach and go from there. Some point shortly afterwards, they’ll meet up with the Japanese and then a few zombies. The following would be survival, where the best chance would lay in returning to the oilrig to collect weapons and ammo. Because the Allies wouldn’t have any weapons, we’ll be using all Japanese arms.
On to character sheets!
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Mine
Name: Tomas Sinclair
Age: 28
Gender: male
Nationality: American
Appearance: Tom is a small guy, standing maybe five feet and four inches tall. He also has a scrawny frame, with a long, thin face, which when someone looks at his large blue eyes and slight buck teeth, makes him look a rodent. He wears a small pair of wire-rimmed glasses, that only makes his eyes look bigger. The top of his head is covered in thin, wispy, light blond hair. His skin is very pale, mostly because he rarely comes above deck during the day and spends as much time as he near the boilers. At the time of the sinking of USS Swinburne, he was wearing dungarees (boot-cut denim jeans with a light blue cambric shirt).
Branch of service: Navy
Rank: Seaman, Engineering Division, Fireman
Weapons: none
Bio: Tom was born in Massachusetts, near the city of Boston. His father was always hitting him and unable to bulk up enough to fight back, he developed the ability to move around unseen. When he was seventeen years old, he left home and joined the navy. After a few years sailing in the Atlantic, his anti-social behavior got him transferred to where the navy kept the rest of the dredges, the Asiatic Fleet. In 1937 he was transferred to USS Swinburne. There he continued to refuse to interact with the rest of the crew, only left the boilers to eat and sleep (which really depended on the weather, on clear night he would find a nook to sleep on up on deck but of it was stormy, he would end up sleeping near the boiler).
Tom has been passed over for promotion many many times in the past eleven years and it doesn't really bother him. Just so long as he gets left alone, everything is right in his world. Because he was only seen briefly, seemed to nest in the bowls of the ship and his appearance, the rest of the crew took to calling him Mouse.