Dystopia

This is a Church of Bloggology Presentation, backstory for our latest Heathen Outreach Programme Project. The following depiction is not the definite future, but it is a strong possibility. The giant fast food corporations of today are actually secretly run by evil Puterthetans, who are attempting to wrest control of the planet. They hope to do so by plying humans with so much unhealthy food that their immune systems become severely impaired, which will make our bodies more susceptible for mass infestation. Patrick has seen this possible future, and is attempting to help us prevent this atrocity from happening. Praise be to HIM!

(Okay, if you didn't get any of that mumbo-jumbo, this is backstory for a glorified sheep tag map =P. I got tired of playing all these poorly designed maps where you have holes in your mazes because there are spots of unbuildable terrain or the scales tipped heavily in the favour of one team, etc etc.)

So we are planning a sheep tag map with a few added features, like
-Different sheep and hunter heroes, each with their own special roles
-Hero select
-Anti-camp & Vote-kicking system
-Ingame remake (meaning everything resets and the game starts over)
-Better items
-Properly designed terrain (meaning no more stupid unbuildable spots! whee!)
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NB: This was originally intended to be a brief, introductory narrative to the game, but as you can see, I got just a littttle carried away =P. It isn't finished yet, though. I still need to come up with some sort of excuse for how they escape, why, and the toughest one of all - why the hell can the sheep build FARMS? If you're interested in helping with the map, post here or PM me.

McDystopia/McOrwell/McSth, haven't decided yet

It is the year 2025, and the McDonalds corporation has taken over the world. Small family restaurants and diners have been forced out of business, their quaint, charming structures torn down and replaced with harsh, clinical fast food outlets. The ubiquitous golden arches litter the globe, so great in number that it is said they can be seen from outer space.

PETA, the last bastion against the brutal McDonalds brand of commercialisation, has been infiltrated by spies from the Corporation, its leaders assassinated and replaced with puppets who answer only to the shadowy Ronald McDonald Council. All that remains of it is a withered, empty husk that was once brimming with conviction. It still stages routine protests, but they are lackdaisical, devoid of the vigor that was once the driving force behind PETA's moral crusades.

Everyone knows the truth. It is spoken in hurried, panicked whispers in the network of dark, deserted alleyways that permeate the somber, soulless cities of the future. But few dare to go up against the corporation, with its gargantuan arm of lawyers, secret agents and bounty hunters, and those who do have the mysterious propensity to vanish into thin air. With PETA silenced for good, McDonalds now has free rein to do as it pleases within the blood-stained walls of its bleak, dungeon-like slaughterhouses.

Secret research facilities are set up all over the globe, hidden beneath the vast McDonalds labyrinth of customer service offices and fast food outlets. Within them, the McDonalds scientists labour tirelessly on a diet of coke and double cheeseburgers, endlessly experimenting in search of a new breed of livestock that will reduce the corporation's operating costs.

2030, the Ronald McDonald Council announces its plan to launch a new extra value meal using lamb meat – the Lamburger Meal. All the research facilities are shut down and their resources channeled to the main laboratory, high up in the Ronald McDonald Building, the seat of the Corporation's power and the home base of its colossal military force. Sheep are bought by the million and flown in for the army of scientists to work on. Inside, they are subjected to the most viciously cruel acts of torture – castration, cramped living conditions, live dissection, extra-pickle cheeseburgers.