Story line.....

deadeye · #1 10-27-2004, 01:19 PM

In case some of you need to know....

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On a cold dark morning in late November they came. From out of the starry winter Sky they fell upon an unsuspecting earth. Invasion was their plan. World domination and colonization was their goal. Swift and brutal subjugation of the barbarian earthlings was to be their method. In a bold show of battlefield tactical co-ordination they made nearly simultaneous landings all over the planet. It was only then that their plans weakness revealed it self. This was not the same planet they came prepared to conquer. This planet was nothing like the backward barbarian paradise the scout ships had found almost 300 (Earth) years ago. The barbarians had advanced technologically at an unbelievable rate.

Not only was the presence of modern weaponry going to make the quick conquest nearly impossible, the nastiest shock of all was the poisoned planet. The extreme levels of pollution along with the cultural worship of violence, magnified by the abundance of toxic substances the humans seemed to be ingesting through sometimes obviously painful methods in the name of recreation, made all the effort to colonize seem ludicrously futile.

The high fleet commander realized this and ordered the fleet to immediately withdraw from this hopelessly doomed planet at once. Here this tale would have ended had not a terrible set of circumstances nudged the hand of fate. It happened that while in the process of retreating one of the assaulting ships was severely damaged when it was rammed by a fully loaded, and fast moving, logging truck. Driven by a south Georgian trying to drive the invaders away form his farm. The damaged ship made only a short ascent before loosing power, coming apart and crash landing in the Okefenokee Swamp.

The good ole boys in Washington make a decision
Meanwhile in the nations capital the president is in a high level meeting with his top advisor being briefed on the aborted invasion and the developing situation in South Georgia. After many hours of proposals, counterproposals arguing, cussing and planning along with the consumption of many cases of beer, a decision was made.

Since there is only one ship and it has crash-landed in the one part of the country with more personally owned firepower than the entire United States Marine Corps, it has been decided that the most cost effective method to deal with the problem is to declare open season on all Alien species. Not only would this save on spending, on military exercises, but also the sale of special season Alien Hunting Permits would generate enough revenue to pay off the national debt twice over.

ENTER THE PLAYERS

REDNECK INC

Word of the Alien hunt spreads quickly and the area around the crash site is quickly swarmed by so many rednecks, armed to the teeth, that the scene is reminiscent of the allied beach head at Normandy on D-day. In this seeming symphony of anarchy there is an underlying presence felt which begins to create a current of order in this sea of chaos. This mysterious presence is only acknowledged by a few select individuals, who have only hinted about this powerful organization, which they call REDNECK INC. Equally enigmatic is the shadowy leader of REDNECK INC known only by the alias “Bubba”.

THE INVADERS

The stranded aliens find themselves in a bad situation, which is steadily getting worse. All attempts to contact the fleet have met with failure. The problems don't stop there. The crash destroyed not only the main com system but also the fusion reactor and the atmospheric brooder for the colonization eggs. With no help coming form the fleet the alien commander chooses to deploy his troops. They are tasked with scavenging parts for all failing systems and so his techs can somehow fix his ship. Then he can get his troops together and they can get the “Zork outta dodge” before the “sperg hits the atmosphere recycler”.

THE MAN

Meanwhile back in the Gold Dome. The GA Department of Natural Resources (DNR) is in panic mode. Tasked with trying to complete hunting regulations and prepare educational pamphlets with titles like “How to field score your aliens trophy potential” and “The proper skinning and care of alien carcasses”. They are also having trouble keeping up with the printing of staggering number of permits for all the hunts' participants. Deep in the hall of the capital building there is something far more sinister afoot. The highest ranks of the state govt are very concerned about the ecological impact of the alien crash and the subsequent infestation. Others from state and national agencies are more concerned about the gathering of so many heavily armed rednecks concentrating around the crash site. For these reasons a special task force is conceived. Compromised of agents from the GBI, DNR, EPA, BATFE, IRS, CDC, DEA and many other initial toting agencies, they form into a single unit known as “THE MAN”. Their job is to protect the state laws properties and its population including its hunters and game species.

THE C.L.A.P.

Little do the members of the “THE MAN” know just how hard their job is about to become. The reason is, there is yet a forth faction about to enter the fray. This group is making plans to make problems for almost everyone. Their reasons for this are as varied as the snowflakes in a snowstorm and almost as chaotic and illogical. This group is a gathering of radical activist calling themselves the Committee for Liberating Alien Peoples or CLAP for short. This group has become a magnet for anarchist, animal rights activist, longhaired hippies, eco-terrorist, the occasional disgruntled postal employee and a whole host of others with no lives or who are easily offended and think protesting is cool. The CLAP has vowed to stop the planed hunt and the slaughter of the innocent little alien invaders. Within there own ranks however is a much more dangerous subgroup of radicals with a much more sinister goal they call themselves Helping Eradicate Redneck Peoples Everywhere or H.E.R.P.E. These H.E.R.P.E.s are much more Dangerous than the run of the mill C.L.A.P. members and they should be avoided at all cost.