Homebrew Scared Shitless - Zombies Attack!!!

[Hatsu]

This game wins.

 

[Ace]

Perhaps this font is scarier. It should be; it's what gave "House of Leaves", a novel by Mark Z. Danielewski a certain scariness, and it's typically used in confidential/leaked documents from Wikileaks.

Spoiler

In the year 2000 zombies have taken over. You are John Baker, newly retired space marine. After a successful career in the Intergalactic Federation Army you retired back to earth to enjoy your last years with your family. However not all was as it seemed. You departed from the shuttle early morning in mid October. The sun hadn't yet risen, the gray morning sky looked bleak and foreboding. You departed from the shuttle station by foot, you only lived a few miles away and it would take you less than an hour to get home.

Something seemed wrong, something seemed... quiet. You looked around, nothing. You knew it was usually quiet in the morning, but not this quiet. You disregarded it and kept walking. Soon you began to smell the scent of decay and as you moved closer into the housing estate it grew stronger and stronger, you looked around for the source but as your eyesight was slowly failing in your later years you saw no apparent cause. You reached your house and put your key in the lock and turned it. It worked, your wife hadn't changed the locks. As you grabbed the door handle however, something felt sticky. You took a closer look, something maroon was encrusted on it. "Could it be blood?" you think to yourself. You raise your guard and slowly walk into the house, pistol drawn for any encounter that may occur.

As you make your way through the house you see a note on the coffee table, it simply reads "It's spread, if you're reading this, John, get out as soon as possible." Whilst you were in space the majority of communication was cut off and the soldiers knew little of what was going happening on earth.

You smelled that terrible stench again, the odor of decay. It was seeping through the open doorway that connected the living room to the kitchen. There, inside the kitchen, you found your son, dead and decaying, face down against the table. Limbs had been torn off, chunks of flesh were missing, but you knew it was him. Horrified you ran out of the house as fast as you could.

When you found yourself outside the front door, things had changed. The street you were walking down no less than 10 minutes ago had undergone a drastic change. You found the source of the smell of decay, corpses lined the street. Suddenly a thick fog began to form, however in the distance you could see something, something that resembled a human. Hoping to get some help, you ran towards it as fast as you could, shouting for help. When you reached it, however, you noticed it was also decaying. It was also looking at you with it's hungry eyes.

You quickly pull out your tactical 9mm pistol and shoot a few rounds into the creature, it goes down; but not before shrieking a spine chilling scream. Suddenly you hear footsteps and see darting movements, "Could there be more of them?" you think to yourself, "Could there even be any survivors?".

After reflecting on your past thoughts, you decide to run out of there as fast as you could. After all that gun only holds 8 shots and you don't have any spare magazines. Then it hits you, you still have your army issue radio, and it has a setting to tune into the FM/AM radio bands used on earth, you didn't notice it before but it's been putting out static in bursts, as though it could be some sort of signal. After messing with the dials to try and tune it, and you hear it. A familiar voice. A human voice. It's muffled, but it's there, and it's telling you to get to them as soon as possible...

 

[DarkFocus]

Perhaps this font is scarier. It should be; it's what gave "House of Leaves", a novel by Mark Z. Danielewski a certain scariness, and it's typically used in confidential/leaked documents from Wikileaks.

Spoiler

In the year 2000 zombies have taken over. You are John Baker, newly retired space marine. After a successful career in the Intergalactic Federation Army you retired back to earth to enjoy your last years with your family. However not all was as it seemed. You departed from the shuttle early morning in mid October. The sun hadn't yet risen, the gray morning sky looked bleak and foreboding. You departed from the shuttle station by foot, you only lived a few miles away and it would take you less than an hour to get home.

Something seemed wrong, something seemed... quiet. You looked around, nothing. You knew it was usually quiet in the morning, but not this quiet. You disregarded it and kept walking. Soon you began to smell the scent of decay and as you moved closer into the housing estate it grew stronger and stronger, you looked around for the source but as your eyesight was slowly failing in your later years you saw no apparent cause. You reached your house and put your key in the lock and turned it. It worked, your wife hadn't changed the locks. As you grabbed the door handle however, something felt sticky. You took a closer look, something maroon was encrusted on it. "Could it be blood?" you think to yourself. You raise your guard and slowly walk into the house, pistol drawn for any encounter that may occur.

As you make your way through the house you see a note on the coffee table, it simply reads "It's spread, if you're reading this, John, get out as soon as possible." Whilst you were in space the majority of communication was cut off and the soldiers knew little of what was going happening on earth.

You smelled that terrible stench again, the odor of decay. It was seeping through the open doorway that connected the living room to the kitchen. There, inside the kitchen, you found your son, dead and decaying, face down against the table. Limbs had been torn off, chunks of flesh were missing, but you knew it was him. Horrified you ran out of the house as fast as you could.

When you found yourself outside the front door, things had changed. The street you were walking down no less than 10 minutes ago had undergone a drastic change. You found the source of the smell of decay, corpses lined the street. Suddenly a thick fog began to form, however in the distance you could see something, something that resembled a human. Hoping to get some help, you ran towards it as fast as you could, shouting for help. When you reached it, however, you noticed it was also decaying. It was also looking at you with it's hungry eyes.

You quickly pull out your tactical 9mm pistol and shoot a few rounds into the creature, it goes down; but not before shrieking a spine chilling scream. Suddenly you hear footsteps and see darting movements, "Could there be more of them?" you think to yourself, "Could there even be any survivors?".

After reflecting on your past thoughts, you decide to run out of there as fast as you could. After all that gun only holds 8 shots and you don't have any spare magazines. Then it hits you, you still have your army issue radio, and it has a setting to tune into the FM/AM radio bands used on earth, you didn't notice it before but it's been putting out static in bursts, as though it could be some sort of signal. After messing with the dials to try and tune it, and you hear it. A familiar voice. A human voice. It's muffled, but it's there, and it's telling you to get to them as soon as possible...

I don't think your font came through on gbatemp I don't see anything scary and why is the word house in blue? I like your story though it reminds my of the way the old choose your own adventure books where written in fact a kept expecting to see something like "if you turn and run go to page 33" "if you stand your ground go to page 79"

 

[Ace]

Perhaps this font is scarier. It should be; it's what gave "House of Leaves", a novel by Mark Z. Danielewski a certain scariness, and it's typically used in confidential/leaked documents from Wikileaks.

Spoiler

In the year 2000 zombies have taken over. You are John Baker, newly retired space marine. After a successful career in the Intergalactic Federation Army you retired back to earth to enjoy your last years with your family. However not all was as it seemed. You departed from the shuttle early morning in mid October. The sun hadn't yet risen, the gray morning sky looked bleak and foreboding. You departed from the shuttle station by foot, you only lived a few miles away and it would take you less than an hour to get home.

Something seemed wrong, something seemed... quiet. You looked around, nothing. You knew it was usually quiet in the morning, but not this quiet. You disregarded it and kept walking. Soon you began to smell the scent of decay and as you moved closer into the housing estate it grew stronger and stronger, you looked around for the source but as your eyesight was slowly failing in your later years you saw no apparent cause. You reached your house and put your key in the lock and turned it. It worked, your wife hadn't changed the locks. As you grabbed the door handle however, something felt sticky. You took a closer look, something maroon was encrusted on it. "Could it be blood?" you think to yourself. You raise your guard and slowly walk into the house, pistol drawn for any encounter that may occur.

As you make your way through the house you see a note on the coffee table, it simply reads "It's spread, if you're reading this, John, get out as soon as possible." Whilst you were in space the majority of communication was cut off and the soldiers knew little of what was going happening on earth.

You smelled that terrible stench again, the odor of decay. It was seeping through the open doorway that connected the living room to the kitchen. There, inside the kitchen, you found your son, dead and decaying, face down against the table. Limbs had been torn off, chunks of flesh were missing, but you knew it was him. Horrified you ran out of the house as fast as you could.

When you found yourself outside the front door, things had changed. The street you were walking down no less than 10 minutes ago had undergone a drastic change. You found the source of the smell of decay, corpses lined the street. Suddenly a thick fog began to form, however in the distance you could see something, something that resembled a human. Hoping to get some help, you ran towards it as fast as you could, shouting for help. When you reached it, however, you noticed it was also decaying. It was also looking at you with it's hungry eyes.

You quickly pull out your tactical 9mm pistol and shoot a few rounds into the creature, it goes down; but not before shrieking a spine chilling scream. Suddenly you hear footsteps and see darting movements, "Could there be more of them?" you think to yourself, "Could there even be any survivors?".

After reflecting on your past thoughts, you decide to run out of there as fast as you could. After all that gun only holds 8 shots and you don't have any spare magazines. Then it hits you, you still have your army issue radio, and it has a setting to tune into the FM/AM radio bands used on earth, you didn't notice it before but it's been putting out static in bursts, as though it could be some sort of signal. After messing with the dials to try and tune it, and you hear it. A familiar voice. A human voice. It's muffled, but it's there, and it's telling you to get to them as soon as possible...

I don't think your font came through on gbatemp I don't see anything scary and why is the word house in blue?

I guess you'll have to READ THE BOOK TO FIND OUT

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...or you can just, like, y'know, look it up in wikipedia
And in case summin fucked up and the text looks normal, the font is called Courier New, it's on virtually any text editor.

 

[basher11]

looks like old school DOOM. it could just be me though....

 

[zeromac]

stop mocking skullcollecter, give him a break

 

[Sonicslasher]

I might ditch the DSDoom source engine and go for something else. Maybe make something from the ground up. I'll do the game with a few different angles. See what sticks.

 

[fgghjjkll]

you can haxx Id softwarez and grab der latezt engine

 

[Raika]

SO IS THIS JUST A FRIGGIN JOKE OR IS IT REAL???
The last time I saw this it was in the EOF, then now it's in the homebrew section. WTF?

 

[Sonicslasher]

SO IS THIS JUST A FRIGGIN JOKE OR IS IT REAL???
The last time I saw this it was in the EOF, then now it's in the homebrew section. WTF?

I was tired so it accidentally got posted in the wrong section :[

 

[Raika]

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?

I keep moving this to EOF and it keeps going back to NDS Homebrew...WTFF?

Confusing post is confusing.

 

[Sonicslasher]

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?

I keep moving this to EOF and it keeps going back to NDS Homebrew...WTFF?
Confusing post is confusing.

You didn't see this:

QUOTE(Hadrian @ Jan 23 2010, 04:44 PM)

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?

I keep moving this to NDS Homebrew and it keeps coming back here...WTFF?

 

[Sephi]

It looks like Urza leaked a copy of your game 3 years ago.

http://filetrip.net/f1319-DS-Doom-1-1-2.html

(A note, the version 1.3 is malware http://www.virustotal.com/analisis/2102737...d70a-1263498542 )

edit: it's not malware, but in fact a nostalgic game I remember 'playing' years ago on my win98 machine. Good times.

 

[Sonicslasher]

It looks like Urza leaked a copy of your game 3 years ago.

http://filetrip.net/f1319-DS-Doom-1-1-2.html

(A note, the version 1.3 is malware http://www.virustotal.com/analisis/2102737...d70a-1263498542 )

That's DSDoom. Not my game which uses the DSDoom engine. Clearly not the same.

 

[mikeychunn]

I think you should change the font on the box cover it doesn't look scary (I mean the writing)

how about this

Good font but it's difficult to make out the title

 

[I am r4ymond]

Perhaps this font is scarier. It should be; it's what gave "House of Leaves", a novel by Mark Z. Danielewski a certain scariness, and it's typically used in confidential/leaked documents from Wikileaks.

Spoiler

In the year 2000 zombies have taken over. You are John Baker, newly retired space marine. After a successful career in the Intergalactic Federation Army you retired back to earth to enjoy your last years with your family. However not all was as it seemed. You departed from the shuttle early morning in mid October. The sun hadn't yet risen, the gray morning sky looked bleak and foreboding. You departed from the shuttle station by foot, you only lived a few miles away and it would take you less than an hour to get home.

Something seemed wrong, something seemed... quiet. You looked around, nothing. You knew it was usually quiet in the morning, but not this quiet. You disregarded it and kept walking. Soon you began to smell the scent of decay and as you moved closer into the housing estate it grew stronger and stronger, you looked around for the source but as your eyesight was slowly failing in your later years you saw no apparent cause. You reached your house and put your key in the lock and turned it. It worked, your wife hadn't changed the locks. As you grabbed the door handle however, something felt sticky. You took a closer look, something maroon was encrusted on it. "Could it be blood?" you think to yourself. You raise your guard and slowly walk into the house, pistol drawn for any encounter that may occur.

As you make your way through the house you see a note on the coffee table, it simply reads "It's spread, if you're reading this, John, get out as soon as possible." Whilst you were in space the majority of communication was cut off and the soldiers knew little of what was going happening on earth.

You smelled that terrible stench again, the odor of decay. It was seeping through the open doorway that connected the living room to the kitchen. There, inside the kitchen, you found your son, dead and decaying, face down against the table. Limbs had been torn off, chunks of flesh were missing, but you knew it was him. Horrified you ran out of the house as fast as you could.

When you found yourself outside the front door, things had changed. The street you were walking down no less than 10 minutes ago had undergone a drastic change. You found the source of the smell of decay, corpses lined the street. Suddenly a thick fog began to form, however in the distance you could see something, something that resembled a human. Hoping to get some help, you ran towards it as fast as you could, shouting for help. When you reached it, however, you noticed it was also decaying. It was also looking at you with it's hungry eyes.

You quickly pull out your tactical 9mm pistol and shoot a few rounds into the creature, it goes down; but not before shrieking a spine chilling scream. Suddenly you hear footsteps and see darting movements, "Could there be more of them?" you think to yourself, "Could there even be any survivors?".

After reflecting on your past thoughts, you decide to run out of there as fast as you could. After all that gun only holds 8 shots and you don't have any spare magazines. Then it hits you, you still have your army issue radio, and it has a setting to tune into the FM/AM radio bands used on earth, you didn't notice it before but it's been putting out static in bursts, as though it could be some sort of signal. After messing with the dials to try and tune it, and you hear it. A familiar voice. A human voice. It's muffled, but it's there, and it's telling you to get to them as soon as possible...

Holy Fuck, that font you're using is already scary...It's one of those fonts that people use in some Scary Letters saying that you're going to die.

 

[alidsl]

Someone was complaining the last "scared shitless" title thing was hard to read I just did the same thing but with the font "crazy killer".

 

[Dagatahas]

About the back story

Spoiler: Back story:

In the year 2000 zombies have taken over. You are John Baker, newly retired space marine. After a successful career in the Intergalactic Federation Army you retired back to earth to enjoy your last years with your family...

I'm assuming that when you say "In the year 2000 ..." this is not in AD? Is it set in an alternate timeline?

 

[jeremy506]

I'm not making a zombie game so it's not a mock.

 

[alidsl]

I don't see why you guys think this is a mock