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Yeah. Russia is already nuking lost cities
Walking Dead: The Choices We Made (A Telltale CK2 Styled Quest)
- Thread starter Martin Noctis
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Not yet anyways so time for a quick QnA!
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Hmm, Are they (The Government) trying to take Puerto Rico back with all speed?
Is Hawaii in decent Shape?
Any notible Communities in Georgia?
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How screwed is Mexico?
How is Canada looking currently? Is it lost already?
Is the internet still working or is it down already?
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Crawford who is fighting a civil war with the National Guard in Savanah. Woodbury, And few Safe Zones
What remains of the navy is in charge of it.
The mainland has lost contact with Pearl Harbor. The rest of the Islands are quiet too
Georgia has lost the internet. It varies for the rest of that nation
Ottawa has fallen the government has retreated further north.
Civil War time baby!
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So it hasn't collapsed...well Kenny's boat idea doesn't seem so bad...
Given what we see of Crawford, I actually hope the National Guard wins.
That ain't good.
So...uhhh, How's Canada doing?
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Problem is finding a non looted or nationalized boat
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They tried to drown the walkers. Created thousands in the process
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Are there any conspiracist nut jobs or people worried about the apocalypse that had their own doomsday shelter ready to use and are fairly smug for getting to use it and survive the apocalypse for a few years at most?
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But of course!
Interlude: Survival Democracy
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"You're starving people, Lilly!" Kenny barked, his face flushed with anger as he pointed an accusing finger. His voice echoed off the walls of the Motor Inn, drawing the attention of anyone within earshot. "We're barely gettin' by, and you're handin' out food like you're rationing for winter! People are gonna start dropping if this keeps up!"
Lilly, standing with her arms crossed, shot him a cold, piercing glare. "I'm trying to make sure we survive, Kenny! There's a method to rationing—you can't just give everyone everything they want, or we'll run out faster than you can say 'dinner's ready.' But of course, you wouldn't understand that, would you?"
"Understand?" Kenny scoffed. "I understand more than you think. We've got kids to worry about, for Christ's sake!"
"Don't you think I know that? I'm the one trying to plan ahead. You're the one who thinks every problem can be solved with a boat or some hair-brained idea about running!"
Before Kenny could snap back, I stepped in, raising my hands between them. "Enough! We've got enough problems without tearing each other apart over every decision." They both turned to me, still fuming, but I could see they were listening. "Look, I just got back from the hunt." I gestured to the small pile of game I had laid out on the table. "We've got food now—enough to feed everyone tonight and maybe tomorrow."
Kenny's hard expression softened a bit as he glanced at the food, but Lilly's eyes were still sharp, watching me closely. "That's good," she said slowly, though her tone was still clipped. "But it doesn't change the fact that we can't just hand out rations every time people get hungry. We need a plan. Something more organized than just hoping we catch a break."
I nodded. "I agree. That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you both about. This back and forth we've been doing? It's not working. We need to start making decisions as a group—real decisions, not just reacting to the latest disaster."
Kenny crossed his arms, still tense but at least willing to hear me out. "What're you thinkin'?"
I glanced between them, making sure I had their attention before I spoke. "A chain of command. Some kind of leadership structure. We can't keep fighting over who gets to call the shots. If we're going to make it, we need to agree on how we're going to make decisions."
Lilly's brow furrowed as she considered it. "And who's in charge? You? Kenny? Me?"
"I'm not saying any one of us should have all the power. There are different ways we could do this. We could form a council—four people from the group who would vote on what to do. If we get more people later, the council grows with the group."
"A council," Kenny muttered, still skeptical. "Sounds like a lot of talking and not enough action. We're not politicians, Lee."
"No," I agreed, "we're not. But we need something. The other option I was thinking of is a family democracy—everyone gets a vote unless they're related. That way, no one can form a voting bloc just because they're blood. It'd stop people from using family connections to sway decisions unfairly."
Kenny scratched his beard, deep in thought. Lilly seemed a little more open to the idea, though her skepticism was clear. "So, no one person's in charge in either option?"
"That's right," I said. "It's about balancing power. We keep each other in check, and no one gets to make decisions for the whole group on their own."
Silence fell between us for a few moments as they both digested the options. Kenny glanced at Lilly, then back to me. "Council sounds like it'd take forever to make decisions."
"It would take time," Lilly admitted, "but it would also mean every decision is weighed carefully. We wouldn't rush into anything that could get us killed."
"Family democracy might keep things fairer," Kenny mused, "but it could also lead to arguments if people feel outvoted all the time."
I could see where their thoughts were headed, and I knew we weren't going to get a perfect solution. But this was better than nothing. Better than the chaos we'd been living in.
"Both options have their pros and cons," I said. "But it's time we started thinking about the future. We're not just surviving day to day anymore. We're building something."
Lilly glanced at Kenny, then back at me, her arms finally relaxing at her sides. "Alright," she said. "Let's bring it to the group and see what they think."
Kenny let out a deep sigh, but nodded in agreement. "Fine. We'll give 'em the choice."
I nodded in return. "Good. Let's make this work—together."
In the end the group picked:
[] Council Democracy (Unlocks new Action Category, Will have medium say in the group, ???)
[] Family Democracy (Will have to occasionally vote on things, Will have small say in the group, ???)
Reward regardless of the outcome: Command Chain Established giving a bonus during battles, The Group is more unified
Lilly, standing with her arms crossed, shot him a cold, piercing glare. "I'm trying to make sure we survive, Kenny! There's a method to rationing—you can't just give everyone everything they want, or we'll run out faster than you can say 'dinner's ready.' But of course, you wouldn't understand that, would you?"
"Understand?" Kenny scoffed. "I understand more than you think. We've got kids to worry about, for Christ's sake!"
"Don't you think I know that? I'm the one trying to plan ahead. You're the one who thinks every problem can be solved with a boat or some hair-brained idea about running!"
Before Kenny could snap back, I stepped in, raising my hands between them. "Enough! We've got enough problems without tearing each other apart over every decision." They both turned to me, still fuming, but I could see they were listening. "Look, I just got back from the hunt." I gestured to the small pile of game I had laid out on the table. "We've got food now—enough to feed everyone tonight and maybe tomorrow."
Kenny's hard expression softened a bit as he glanced at the food, but Lilly's eyes were still sharp, watching me closely. "That's good," she said slowly, though her tone was still clipped. "But it doesn't change the fact that we can't just hand out rations every time people get hungry. We need a plan. Something more organized than just hoping we catch a break."
I nodded. "I agree. That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you both about. This back and forth we've been doing? It's not working. We need to start making decisions as a group—real decisions, not just reacting to the latest disaster."
Kenny crossed his arms, still tense but at least willing to hear me out. "What're you thinkin'?"
I glanced between them, making sure I had their attention before I spoke. "A chain of command. Some kind of leadership structure. We can't keep fighting over who gets to call the shots. If we're going to make it, we need to agree on how we're going to make decisions."
Lilly's brow furrowed as she considered it. "And who's in charge? You? Kenny? Me?"
"I'm not saying any one of us should have all the power. There are different ways we could do this. We could form a council—four people from the group who would vote on what to do. If we get more people later, the council grows with the group."
"A council," Kenny muttered, still skeptical. "Sounds like a lot of talking and not enough action. We're not politicians, Lee."
"No," I agreed, "we're not. But we need something. The other option I was thinking of is a family democracy—everyone gets a vote unless they're related. That way, no one can form a voting bloc just because they're blood. It'd stop people from using family connections to sway decisions unfairly."
Kenny scratched his beard, deep in thought. Lilly seemed a little more open to the idea, though her skepticism was clear. "So, no one person's in charge in either option?"
"That's right," I said. "It's about balancing power. We keep each other in check, and no one gets to make decisions for the whole group on their own."
Silence fell between us for a few moments as they both digested the options. Kenny glanced at Lilly, then back to me. "Council sounds like it'd take forever to make decisions."
"It would take time," Lilly admitted, "but it would also mean every decision is weighed carefully. We wouldn't rush into anything that could get us killed."
"Family democracy might keep things fairer," Kenny mused, "but it could also lead to arguments if people feel outvoted all the time."
I could see where their thoughts were headed, and I knew we weren't going to get a perfect solution. But this was better than nothing. Better than the chaos we'd been living in.
"Both options have their pros and cons," I said. "But it's time we started thinking about the future. We're not just surviving day to day anymore. We're building something."
Lilly glanced at Kenny, then back at me, her arms finally relaxing at her sides. "Alright," she said. "Let's bring it to the group and see what they think."
Kenny let out a deep sigh, but nodded in agreement. "Fine. We'll give 'em the choice."
I nodded in return. "Good. Let's make this work—together."
In the end the group picked:
[] Council Democracy (Unlocks new Action Category, Will have medium say in the group, ???)
[] Family Democracy (Will have to occasionally vote on things, Will have small say in the group, ???)
Reward regardless of the outcome: Command Chain Established giving a bonus during battles, The Group is more unified
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Vote is open...
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[X] Council Democracy (Unlocks new Action Category, Will have medium say in the group, ???)
We should have some say at least.
We should have some say at least.
[X] Council Democracy (Unlocks new Action Category, Will have medium say in the group, ???)
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[X] Family Democracy (Will have to occasionally vote on things, Will have small say in the group, ???)
[X] Council Democracy (Unlocks new Action Category, Will have medium say in the group, ???)
Interlude: S.O.S.
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The static crackled through the car radio as I adjusted the knob, trying to pick up any sign of a broadcast. It was week two since everything fell apart—society, government, everything. The world had gone dark. People were turning into Walkers, and anyone still alive was either too scared or too desperate to care about much else. But there was something about the radio, something about needing to hear anything beyond our little corner of hell, that kept me listening.
I wasn't expecting much when the first voice broke through the static, but what I heard made me sit up straight.
"…reporting from Savannah, repeat, Savannah in critical condition. National Guard and… elements of Crawford engaged in heavy fighting. Civilian zones are a no-go. Evacuations impossible. Situation rapidly deteriorating."
Crawford? I didn't know what they were, but it didn't sound good. Was a civil war going on? Two weeks, and people were already tearing the city apart, fighting over whatever was left. Savannah might not be an option now. Thank God Clem was sleeping.
The voice faded into static again, but I kept turning the dial. I found another broadcast—clearer this time, but the news wasn't much better.
"...Macon's down to twenty of us. Traitors deserted, left the city. We're holding what we can, but we need reinforcements. Can anyone hear us? Is anyone out there? This is all we've got. We can't hold much longer…"
Twenty soldiers. That was it. I remembered hearing the army rolling through back in the Pharmacy, but now, with Macon all but abandoned, those twenty soldiers were all that remained of any organized defense. Whatever order they'd brought with them was long gone.
I took a deep breath, wondering if the next voice would be any better. It wasn't.
"Georgia's done, people. The state government's collapsed. Official word is Atlanta's been overrun, and the highways are a war zone. If you're out there, good luck. We're on our own now. Radio Apocalypse signing off!"
Georgia's collapsed. My stomach twisted at the confirmation. It wasn't just the walkers tearing things apart; the whole system was gone. No more government, no more law, no more help coming. We were completely on our own. How am I going to tell everyone?
I should've stopped there, but I didn't. I turned the knob again, hoping—just hoping—for a shred of good news. That's when I heard the most bizarre thing yet. The National Anthem. Then static before hearing a voice.
"...the United States Secretary of Labor, James Collins, will be inaugurated today as the new President of the United States, following the deaths of President Moore and Vice President Abel. President Collins will address the nation later this evening and has already condemned Operation Cobalt, stating that the military's actions have caused unnecessary destruction and loss of life…"
President? New President? And what the hell was Operation Cobalt? I vaguely remembered Collins from before all this, a career politician. But now, in the middle of all this chaos, he was supposed to lead the country? It felt… absurd. Surreal. Like the whole world had flipped upside down, and we were all just grasping at the pieces. Then again the Dead were walking...
I sat back, letting the static wash over me. The news wasn't good—none of it. Georgia was gone, Savannah was tearing itself apart, and Macon's military was down to a handful of soldiers. The country had collapsed faster than I thought possible. But the strangest part was hearing that, somewhere out there, someone was still trying to keep the idea of America alive. Even if it was just an illusion.
I didn't know if it meant anything. I didn't know if we'd live long enough for it to matter. But it was something.
Reward: Unlocked Radio News, Some Information about the situation in The (Former) State of Georgia, New Action Unlocked!
I wasn't expecting much when the first voice broke through the static, but what I heard made me sit up straight.
"…reporting from Savannah, repeat, Savannah in critical condition. National Guard and… elements of Crawford engaged in heavy fighting. Civilian zones are a no-go. Evacuations impossible. Situation rapidly deteriorating."
Crawford? I didn't know what they were, but it didn't sound good. Was a civil war going on? Two weeks, and people were already tearing the city apart, fighting over whatever was left. Savannah might not be an option now. Thank God Clem was sleeping.
The voice faded into static again, but I kept turning the dial. I found another broadcast—clearer this time, but the news wasn't much better.
"...Macon's down to twenty of us. Traitors deserted, left the city. We're holding what we can, but we need reinforcements. Can anyone hear us? Is anyone out there? This is all we've got. We can't hold much longer…"
Twenty soldiers. That was it. I remembered hearing the army rolling through back in the Pharmacy, but now, with Macon all but abandoned, those twenty soldiers were all that remained of any organized defense. Whatever order they'd brought with them was long gone.
I took a deep breath, wondering if the next voice would be any better. It wasn't.
"Georgia's done, people. The state government's collapsed. Official word is Atlanta's been overrun, and the highways are a war zone. If you're out there, good luck. We're on our own now. Radio Apocalypse signing off!"
Georgia's collapsed. My stomach twisted at the confirmation. It wasn't just the walkers tearing things apart; the whole system was gone. No more government, no more law, no more help coming. We were completely on our own. How am I going to tell everyone?
I should've stopped there, but I didn't. I turned the knob again, hoping—just hoping—for a shred of good news. That's when I heard the most bizarre thing yet. The National Anthem. Then static before hearing a voice.
"...the United States Secretary of Labor, James Collins, will be inaugurated today as the new President of the United States, following the deaths of President Moore and Vice President Abel. President Collins will address the nation later this evening and has already condemned Operation Cobalt, stating that the military's actions have caused unnecessary destruction and loss of life…"
President? New President? And what the hell was Operation Cobalt? I vaguely remembered Collins from before all this, a career politician. But now, in the middle of all this chaos, he was supposed to lead the country? It felt… absurd. Surreal. Like the whole world had flipped upside down, and we were all just grasping at the pieces. Then again the Dead were walking...
I sat back, letting the static wash over me. The news wasn't good—none of it. Georgia was gone, Savannah was tearing itself apart, and Macon's military was down to a handful of soldiers. The country had collapsed faster than I thought possible. But the strangest part was hearing that, somewhere out there, someone was still trying to keep the idea of America alive. Even if it was just an illusion.
I didn't know if it meant anything. I didn't know if we'd live long enough for it to matter. But it was something.
Reward: Unlocked Radio News, Some Information about the situation in The (Former) State of Georgia, New Action Unlocked!
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Keep voting! I just finished sooner than I thought
[X] Council Democracy (Unlocks new Action Category, Will have medium say in the group, ???)
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[X] Council Democracy (Unlocks new Action Category, Will have medium say in the group, ???)