Eggs, especially ones in well designed boxes, are a valuable resource – they can feed a family, mark a religious holiday or be used to send a message. Whatever their purpose, they are a prize worth fighting for and maybe the perfect bait for a perfect trap.
Maybe you’re hungry, maybe it’s Easter, maybe someone important is visiting, or maybe you’re a chicken.
All contact with the world beyond The North Moor and Everytown has been lost since the incident. It was natural that people would look for a leader, and one day they found one. Long live King Chuck!
Hail to the King
Many have foretold the apocalypse – the day when things fall apart and anarchy is loosed upon the world. When that day arrived it felt like a prophecy was being fulfilled and it was natural that some would feel that now was their time to assume a holy mantle.
In the emptiness of the dying world, maybe it was comforting to find a purpose in an ancient prophecy, even a half-remembered one. Three days after the fire in the sky, he rose from the dead, claiming he hatched from from a stone egg – ready to smite the wicked in preparation for a final imminent battle in the heavens.
Introducing Ploppy and Floppy – indistinguishable entertainers from the before times, can they work as a team to survive the apocalypse or has the time come for one of them to retire? They come with a range of hand/arm options for a range of gameplay scenarios.
When times were good, Ploppy recruited Floppy to help him perform more shows. More recently, the audiences died away – does Ploppy still need Floppy?… Or maybe Floppy no longer needs Ploppy?
