Your dog barks wildly, frenzied by the smell. You awaken from a restless sleep, look out your window, and see staggering corpses on the move. To your horror, they rise. Used Used under under exclusive exclusive license. All All Rights Rights Reserved. All Rights reserved. Produced and published by Eden Studios, Inc.
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All elements, mystical and supernatural, are fiction and intended for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is advised. Comments and questions can be directed via the Internet at www. Heard of a few of these? Thought you might have. A withered hand bursts up from the grave. The wet soil froths upward as the rest of an arm, then the decaying flesh of a gruesome skull, pushes itself from Hell. The grisly corpse rises from the dirt, and stands awkwardly on its twisted legs.
It gazes about the cemetery -- spies its prey. The zombie staggers forward. The woman screams, just as a hand from below explodes from the mound and latches onto her ankle!
All these are good stories produced by talented and creative people, but why is the undead theme so popular? Is it the millennium? But I doubt it.
I have my own theory about why everyone loves the undead so much. On the surface, the most obvious reason to love zombies is as plain as the earthen mound on top of the grave. Any game, story, or movie with zombies is, by default, supernatural or fantastic. That means there's magic, or science so strange it might as well be magic. Gamers in particular love this stuff.
Many fine games that didn't -- some that were much better conceived, written, and even presented -- have gone to the boneyard, in large part because they didn't have that fantastic element. When Eden Studios first announced this game, it was going to be nothing but a one-shot.
A pet project. Fans, stores, distributors, and even the freelancers wanted more. Hell, I would have paid to write the foreword. Things coming back from the grave are very popular these days.
I can think of half a dozen prop- Chapter One 6 The second reason is shallow, but true. Think of it as the earth between the surface and the coffin. On my business card is the slug-line "Everybody Loves Zombies. Why is that? Partly, it's because if a game has zombies, it must have a fantastic element as well, as I said above. But "zombies" is a euphemism, too. What I really mean here is that a game or any other medium has to have some sort of gimmick.
Something so cool a fan picks it up, grins like a skeleton, and just can't put it down until he's devoured every morsel.
It's the undefinable "neatness factor. There doesn't actually have to be groaning undead to make a game successful, but there does have to be some sort of hook, one sharp and jagged enough to snag a customer and drag him into the grave.
The third level is a little deeper, like the coffin itself, sitting deep beneath the soil. Most of us do not dwell on our mortality on a daily basis, nor do I think most of us believe the end of the world is coming in a few months. Games like this, and properties like those I mentioned above, offer us a small taste of immortality. What if you could come back? When I was younger and more people were religious, the promise of an afterlife dulled this quest for immortality.
These days, religion is not as prevalent in twenty-somethings and younger. Is their quest for an afterlife transferring itself to a longing for physical immortality?
I leave this to your personal philosophy. That poor beggar inside has been waiting long enough. Maybe he smells a little worse I hope! He claws his way out of the grave, struggles free of Hell itself.
We claw our way out of the personal Hell we each find ourselves in sometimes. Like the dead, we have two choices. Lay down and die, or rise up and fight back. The gaming industry is like that. Eleven months of the year are pretty rough. Eden has always been a little smarter than the rest of the industry. Devour this book as our zombie friends would eat a nice, juicy brain. Enough with the philosophy and accolades.
Forget all this deep talk and go play the damn game. Partake in a tale of ravenous undead hordes and have fun like you used to when you first got into gaming. Load your shotgun and blow out a zombie brain instead. Loot an abandoned mall while dodging groaning corpses looking for meat. Have fun. If they can dig their way out of the ground -- battle their way back from the depths of Hell itself -- you can survive anything life has to throw at you.
Just keep scratching, friend. The hard drive has enough space for thirty-six hours of audio, that is all I should need. Since mission control does not answer, I can only surmise that they too have been compromised.
My name is Professor Roy Hinkley. I leave our data and this audio journal in the hope that it will somehow aid whomever finds this place. I am the only remaining member of our research contingent. There were twelve of us at the start.
A gathering of forensic specialists, neurologists, biologists, chemists, toxicologists and a pair of military consultants. I prefer the term "infected cadaver" to the appellation the media is using -- zombie. It brings to mind cheap horror films and primitive superstition. If you take nothing else from my chronicle dear listener, know this -- this is a problem that can only be solved by science. Our assignment was to find some way to stop the walking undead before they swept humanity aside.
There were many early successes for our group. We determined the source of the infected cadaver outbreak was not the result of the wrath of a vengeful God, witchcraft, voodoo or something equally ludicrous.
The source of the outbreak was radiation -- radiation carried on the back of a comet like rats carried plague-riddled vermin on their backs centuries ago. The tragedy here is that we failed to realize the power of said radiation, the sheer scope of its reconstitutional abilities.
Our procedures were as simple as they were methodical. At the beginning of every week, we would pull one of the infected cadavers from cold storage and begin a protracted series of tests. We analyzed everything from its hair to its basil ganglia and we were beginning to gain some understanding of how the radiation had animated previously lifeless tissue.
I am utterly certain that if disaster had not befallen us we would have found a way to stop this nightmare in the beginning.
No wait. I have so little time and I still have not shared with you the intentions behind my audio record. You see, I was bitten by one of the infected cadavers and now the puzzling infection is going to run its course through me. There is no treatment but I hope that by chronicling my degeneration I may be able to aid science.
I was bitten on the right hand, between the thumb and pointer finger. The bite was forceful enough of fracture the metacarpals.
Chapter One 10 Fascinating. The bleeding has ceased but the area around the wound is darkening, almost like an abrasion on the surface of a piece of fruit. I briefly probed the area with a scalpel and found a spreading purulence. It resembles pus save that it has a reddish-black hue.
It is thick with fibers that appear to be similar to some strains of thallophytic plant life. Is this how the infection will supplant my central nervous system? I wonder how it will affect the higher brain functions. I wonder. One of my fellow scientists, a garrulous little man named Wilkins, kept a cache of liquor in his rooms. I think I could use a drink.
It appears that I will not be having that drink after all. I suppose this explains my lack of appetite as well.
Mere moments after taking a sip from the bottle of rotgut Wilkins kept under his bed, I found myself wracked with nausea.
At first, I attributed this loss of self-control to the low-quality swill I had foolishly imbibed, but as my retching metamorphosed into a bout of dry heaves I began to realize that something far more malignant was in effect. I made my way to the battlefield that had been our cafeteria and tried to see if I could consume a pair of crackers and a glass of water.
If anything, the illness I felt at this was longer and more terrible. Just speaking about it makes me want to vomit all over again. I wonder if that is why the affected cadavers must feast upon living flesh.
Woke with a fever. I kept dreaming of my loved ones, my wife, my parents, my. Never mind. To the point. Approximately nine hours after contracting the infection I find myself feverish. There is a slight ringing in my ears. I find myself ravenously hungry and the bruised area of my hand has now spread down the fingers and up to the head of the radius and the ulna.
They look like dark threads working their way up my arm to my heart. My father died of a heart attack -- I wonder if this will feel similar. My hand occasionally clenches of its own volition. I pieced together what had happened by reviewing the security tapes. A medic and a neurologist were vivisecting one of the infected corpses.
They had immobilized it by strapping it down to the table and then amputating its limbs and lower jaw. This was not simple sadism at work.
We did this to see if the various nerve agents we were testing were having any effect at all. Those excess tissues merely got in the way. They threw the tissues into a container. After they were thoroughly and completely studied, the organs and the still struggling torso were taken to the incinerator and disposed of. Those two scientists never got the chance to dispose of anything. We should have guessed. I should have guessed that the neural matrix created by the alien radiation would not subscribe to the patterns of behavior used by Earthly life forms.
This neural matrix was multi-tiered dare I say holographic? Unfettered by the powerful neurological impulses that ordinarily subsumed them, the discarded tissues somehow adapted themselves to operate on a fundamentally different level. Like the worm that when cut in half crawls in two separate directions. The medic then made the mistake of fleeing the room, leaving the door open. What happened next was like a butcher shop comedy. Somehow that infected cadaver, or I should say what remained of the infected cadaver, managed to free its monstrous kin from cold storage.
By the time we realized what was going on we were being overrun. The black lines stretch all the way to my chest. If by some miracle Caroline Majors is still alive and a message can be gotten to her. No more fever, the discoloration on my hand is fading -- and I can move my hand.
Not as good as I used to but still. Perhaps the human auto immune system does have a way to combat the infection. I must see if I can contact the government! Any information I can. The cure could be in my white blood cells just waiting to be released.
My breathing is nothing more than a reflex action. I let my exuberance get the better of me. Why am I still here? Why am I still talking? The fever was bad, worse than I ever expected.
It killed me. The brain dies last, like a fish in a tank nobody cleans. Stabbed meself -- No! Stabbed myself in tummy, blood but no pain. Shot to head always works. You know what they are. Walking dead. They claw their way out of their graves, the moonlight glistening in rotting eyes. They slowly stagger across the lawn possessed with an eternal hunger for human flesh.
And that smell. Don't forget the smell. As they approach your home, the evening wind blows the stench into the air. You awaken from a restless sleep, look out your bedroom window and see staggering corpses walking toward your house.
Half-asleep and half-dressed, you rush down the stairs to barricade the door and block off the windows. You are halfway down the stairs when the first window shatters. Damn, they move fast for dead guys!
As you fumble to load the gun, the front door collapses from the weight of a pair of rotting corpses. They shamble into the hallway, arms stretched out, reaching for you. You unload your shotgun into their chests. Blood sprays the wall as they are thrown back. A window explodes besides you, showering you with broken glass.
Decaying hands reach for you, tugging at your shirt and hair. You manage to pull free and run for the back door. As you open the door, you freeze.
A rotting corpse stands before you, jaw falling off, worms boring out of its nose and ears. You pull the trigger. The corpse reels back as you blow a hole where its stomach was. It falls onto the porch. You try to rush past, but a zombie grabs your leg from behind. Your world turns upside down as you lose balance. You fall onto your back. Looking up, you see the zombie that you blew away in the hallway has made his way across the house and is clawing at your leg.
He's not dead! Not even down. Gotta shoot them in the head! As the zombie on the porch and the one from the hallway descend on you, you try to raise your shotgun.
Shoot them in the head. Chapter One 14 What 's in a Name? Although the movies do a good job of showing us these creatures in a graphic and visually impressive way, they do not really give us a good name for them. They have been called Ghouls, Flesh-eaters, Cannibals, and Zombies -- but these are not really what they are.
Ghoul is definitely no good. Ghouls are described in any occult book or dictionary as a creature or spirit that robs graves and feeds on the corpses. That doesn't apply here; indeed, it's exactly backwards. An example of a Ghoul is our friend Bela Lugosi. On several occasions in many of his movies, we find him stealing corpses to conduct unspeakable experiments. In this case, we might also call Dr. Frankenstein a Ghoul. Everyday people can be considered Flesh-eaters.
Most people eat hamburgers and steaks. The main difference is that we are still alive, and not a walking corpse. These creatures cannot be considered human, they prey on humans, they do not prey on each other! They feed only on warm human flesh. Also, it is common knowledge by the Islanders that if you feed a zombie meat or salt, it will realize that it is dead and return to its grave.
Now if this were the case, the zombie movies we know and love would not be anywhere near as entertaining. Can you envision the zombie rising out of its grave at night, a thin fog hugging the moist ground? It approaches two lovers embraced in the forest.
It comes up behind the half-naked victim and takes a bite out of her back. Suddenly, it realizes it is dead and returns to its grave.
Roll credits. End of movie. In the end, most people would describe these shambling piles of rotting flesh as zombies, and for want of a better or more familiar term, that is the one we will use. The best place to start would probably be pre-medieval Europe. Legend and folklore have long held that sometimes, when a person dies with unfinished business, he may rise from the dead to finish it, or to seek revenge for some evil doing.
There have been numerous stories that describe an evil murderer being killed by the dead. These walking dead sometimes devour their victims and continue to live as long as they can eat living flesh and blood. The early European stories always described these flesh-eating, blood-sucking creatures as being deadlooking. Their appearance ranged from very fresh just a blue-white pallor to very rotten black, bloated and stinking.
Besides the obvious differences between these creatures and true Zombies or Jumbies , these pre-medieval European creatures do not follow any master. They are slave to no one, except their eternal hunger. They rise from the grave and seek the living all on their own.
They hunt flesh. What do you think these hideous, rotting corpses bent on eating human flesh, sucking blood, and exacting revenge were called by the early Europeans? They are the original vampires that have been re-written and romanticized by writers for centuries. In time, some very interesting Rumanian rulers were labeled "vampires" for their indulgent, bloody criminal-punishing techniques.
They became the subjects of many fiction writers, immortalized to most in the classic Dracula by Bram Stoker. These writers drew from actual historical writings and local legends and, with a little imagination, creatively devised their own creatures.
Chapter One Paralleling this evolution, movie-zombies have gone from being depicted as actual Zombies, to Wampyres, to a strange blend of the two. They have become a risen abomination of humanity, out of control, with a lust for living flesh.
These films show us Voodoo in action. We have Voodoo priests that turn the dead, and sometimes the living, into Zombies. In one of the scenes at the beginning of the film, there is a struggle between the SWAT team and some people in a room. If you look closely, you can see a table in the foreground that is covered with what appears to be a Voodoo altar of protection.
We never discover if the drums are the handy-work of the Houngans creating the Zombies or if these are the drums of the Islanders trying to ward off the evil that is plaguing them.
The creatures in Zombies are more like the Wampyres of old, but with a Voodoo twist. Just like in the movie Zombies. This is a prime example of the initial blending of Zombie and Wampyre lore. In the early fifties, an American writer named Richard Matheson wrote a book of fiction based on the European Wampyres and the modern romantic Vampires. The creatures in his book I Am Legend looked like the dead, rotting Wampyres, but grow fangs, hate sunlight and garlic, and can be killed by driving a stake through their hearts.
The strange twist of this story is that man created these Vam-pyres. They were mistakenly risen by science. I suppose they could be called Z-am-pyres.
Sometimes when we evolve too quickly, we undergo a revolution. His Zampyres are nothing more than a group of revolutionaries bent on the destruction of the Old World. They can attain their goals by killing the main character, Robert Neville.
Neville is the last true human on earth, hence the movie adaptation of the book The Last Man on Earth. In this movie, the Earth was plagued by zombies really Wampyres -- a revolutionary force that wrenches control of the Earth from human society and ultimately replaces it with its own.
Sound familiar? Night of the Living Dead has its differences though. Neither light, garlic, mirrors, or stakes through the heart damage them. Only destroying their brain can kill them.
The zombies in Night of the Living Dead are really Wampyres of the ancient world. They are here for unfinished business, and that business is to destroy the human race before it destroys itself and everything else! More recently, the movies have devised new causes for the creation of our dead friends. In Astro Zombies, the creatures are created to work in the harsh conditions of outer space, but find themselves on Earth terrorizing young ladies. In Garden of the Dead, some angry prisoners inhale formaldehyde to get high, die and return to destroy their captors.
In Let Sleeping Corpses Lie, entomologists create a machine that only affects the underdeveloped nervous systems of insects. This machine causes the insects to attack and devour themselves leaving our farms and gardens insect free without harmful poisons. The nervous systems of the dead have decomposed to the level of insects. They are affected by the machine and begin eating human flesh.
These soldiers cannot be killed except by a shot to the head. The problem is that they also spread the germ through biting and scratching. Once the living are infected, they too become zombies. The zombies in Zombie 3 are some of the most spastic zombies ever shown on film next to those in Return of the Living Dead.
In sum, zombies in film have evolved from the reanimated slaves of Voodoo priests to Wampyres from ancient Europe, back to zombies raised by science, instead of Voodoo, that eat flesh like Wampyres and are totally out of control.
So, no matter how average, weak or insignificant you may have felt while alive, once dead, if you can manage to sit up, even for a moment, you too could strike fear into the hearts of the living! Computer gaming got its first real taste of zombie horror in Alone in the Dark, a terrific, terrifying and revolutionary title.
Then the Resident Evil series reared its gruesome head on the PlayStation. This is a captivating bit of "survival horror" that combined Special Forces teams, bad acting and brain-eating zombies. Indeed, this might be seen as the beginning of the survival horror game genre. So, enough chatter! Read on and get playing. All Flesh Must Be Eaten should be something you can really sink your teeth into. Chapter Two: Survivors details character generation.
While All Flesh Must Be Eaten characters hale from diverse backgrounds and have a variety of strength and weaknesses, all are good at survival. This may be a result of innate toughness, or a guiding hand from above.
Chapter Three: Shambling discusses game mechanics, from basic tests to combat to character development. Chapter Four: Implements of Destruction describes a number of items useful for any character trying to survive in a world of zombie horror, from guns to vehicles to survival gear. Chapter Five: Anatomy of a Zombie runs the gamut of zombie abilities. From locomotion to feeding to vulnerabilities, zombie capacities are described. Zombie Masters can mix and match these specific aspects to create unique zombies to terrorize their players.
Chapter Six: Worlds in Hell provides eleven entirely different campaign worlds. The world description, zombie menace and Story ideas vary widely in zombie lore.
This chapter gives a thorough cross section of worlds for Zombie Masters to adopt. Some parts are intended for the players and others are meant for the Zombie Masters. The first four chapters are filled with material for players.
From introductory notes to character creation to rules to equipment, Zombie Masters should allow their players full access to these chapters. The last two chapters are reserved for Zombie Masters. The description of zombie abilities in Chapter Five is comprehensive enough that players should not be able to guess at any particular combi- 18 nation that a Zombie Master chooses. Nonetheless, it is always more horrifying if the players cannot be sure exactly what a zombie's capacities might be.
The same is true for Chapter Six. Part of the thrill of any All Flesh Must Be Eaten campaign is discovering how the zombies came about and how to stop them assuming they can be stopped. This is all detailed in Chapter Six and should be shared with the players only through game play. The unique feature about All Flesh Must Be Eaten is its suitability for either extended play or short story arcs. The Zombie Master chooses a world background, or creates his own, and the players experience that world over time and build characters into major "players" in that world.
Alternatively, the Zombie Master could set up an All Flesh Must Be Eaten campaign as a limited series of adventures revolving around the discovery of the cause of the zombies and possibly a way to stop them.
Once the menace is halted, or the characters have all been eaten, another story arc with new characters and a new backstory may be started. Conventions Text Conventions This book has different graphic features that identify the type of information presented. This text is standard text, and it is used for general explanations. Certain text is set off from the standard text in this manner. This is sidebar text and it contains additional, but tangential information, or supplemental charts and tables.
Other text is set apart in this way. Dice Notations D10, D8, D6 and D4 mean a ten-sided die, an eight-sided die, a six-sided die and a four-sided die, respectively. When a number appears before the notation, that number of such dice should be rolled, and their results should be added together.
For example, 2D6 means roll two six-sided dice, and generate a result between 2 and Multipliers are expressed after the dice notation. For example, 3D10 x 4 means roll three ten-sided dice, add the results together, and multiply that total result by 4. This generates a number between 12 and A number in parentheses after, or in the middle of, the notation is the average roll. This number is provided for those that want to avoid dice rolling and just get the result.
So the notation D6 x 4 12 means that players who want to skip rolling just use the value Some notations cannot provide a set number because their result depends on a variable factor.
For example, D8 4 x Strength is used because the Strength value to be plugged into that notation will vary depending on who is acting. Gender Every roleplaying game struggles with the decision about third person pronouns and possessives. While the male reference he, him, his is customarily used for both male and female, there is no question that it is not entirely inclusive. Measurements This book primarily uses U.
Metric system equivalents appear in parentheses. In the interests of ease of use, the conversions are rounded relatively arbitrarily. For example, miles are multiplied by 1. If a Chronicler feels that more precision is necessary, she should take the U.
So what is a roleplaying game? Simply put, it is a combination of board game, strategy game, and improvisational theater. To enforce the rules and provide a coherent setting, one of the participants assumes the role of Zombie Master known as Game Master, Chronicler or Referee in other contexts. The rest of the players take the role of one character each, a Cast Member. Roleplaying games have been around for more than two decades.
They run the gamut from mindless combat scenarios to nearly ruleless, story-driven acting exercises. We consider these to be the main characteristics of a good roleplaying game. Acting: Participants in a roleplaying game are acting out the part of a Cast Member, a fictional character or, in the case of the Zombie Master, several characters.
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Thanks for having confidence in your fellow man. The zombie creation system is easy, fast, and thorough, and it is plenty to get you started, and is inspiration for coer traits to use. All Flesh Must Be Eaten is a roleplaying game set in a world of survival horror.
As they approach your home, the evening wind carries their stench through the air. Your dog barks wildly, frenzied by the smell. You awaken from a restless sleep, look out your window and see staggering corpses on the move. You are halfway down the stairs when you hear footsteps on the porch. You run into the living room and pry open your gun cabinet. In addition to producing a revised edition and many RPG supplements, there have been many works of fiction published that take place in one of the game's many settings.
The main rule book details character creation, skills, qualities positive characteristics , drawbacks negative characteristics , zombie creation rules, character archetypes and several campaign settings called "Deadworlds" in the jargon of the game. AFMBE genre books also serve double duty as expansions to the Classic Unisystem rules for various movie, TV and literature genres, such as the Western, pulp fiction, and sci-fi.
The Revised Edition also includes an appendix detailing conversions to the d20 System. All of these expansions contain new archetypes , Deadworlds, zombies and other elements. The following are not genre or Deadworld books like the above, but adventures, archetypes and new character and zombie qualities , as well as inspiration for running an All Flesh game:. To that end, this is the perfect day to start this.
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