Scream-A-Geddon Horror PArk

"Are you a sane person?

Would you venture into a world built by your subconscious?

Prepare to have your senses assaulted by strange stimuli that makes it hard to discern what’s up and what’s down.

Walk through rooms that will twist, turn and rotate making you question where you are putting your next step. Yes, the walls will squeeze in and reach out for you… that is normal for this type of thing.

Abnormal creatures, figures and clowns will blend in with the environment around you in a barrage of colors, shapes and architecture making you question what is living and what is a figment of your psyche.

Surrender the sensation of sound as roaring music is pumped into the rooms that make screaming at the strange encounters meaningless. They can’t hear you. No one can.

Get ready to have reality, fiction, dreams, nightmares all blend into one with an over-the-top experience that will leave you panicking for more."

"There isn’t much known about the village of Avalon. Scribbles and notes within old journals suggest a location, but the exact whereabouts are unknown.

All mentions of Avalon refer to it as an epicenter of blood magic, witchcraft and the occult. Disfigured bones and rune markings litter the woods around the supposed location of Avalon.

An official ledger reveals that Avalon’s residents went missing at a brisk pace. Month after month, year after year, the disappearances grew.

The final tale tells of a citizen-led uprising against witchcraft, with all those accused of sorcery being tortured to death for confessions. The tale goes on to say that the souls of those executed then opened a portal to hell unleashing demons upon the village to rip apart the townsfolk one by one.

Those who stumble upon the location of the portal to hell are grasped by a dark force, thrust into an alternate reality where the souls of the townsfolk are eternally subjected to the demon’s revenge…"

"CALLING BADASSES, BODACIOUS BROS, BEASTS AND BABES!

THE RED ZONE IS NOW OPEN FOR SOME GOOD OL’ FASHION ZOMBIE SLAYIN’.

It’s been awhile since the last time we were scared of those pathetic pieces of man-meat that used to chew on our neighbor’s stomach before we developed the art of separating head, from body and got real good at it.

Word down the crick is the boys and girls in suits are finally opening up the RED ZONE for “ORGANIZED RECREATIONAL ZOMBIE HUNTING PARTIES” or “O.R.Z.H.P.s”… (suits and their dopey a-cro-nyms).

IT’S TIME TO GET UP OFF THAT SAGGY BUTT AND GRAB THE CLOSEST THING THAT REACQUAINTS THE STUMBLING DEAD WITH BEING DEAD!

What’s that? Years of civility has made you trade in your death-toys for hoes, rakes & an irrational sense of safety? Poppycock.

Have no fear my little zombie killing cherubs. Each of our Zombie Assault Vehicles or “Z.A.V.s” (We can make stupid a-cro-nyms too!) comes equipped with standard-issue Zombie Paintball Guns for your pleasure that dishes out pain to the zombies in the form of little balls of death.

Report to me, Lieutenant Ronald McDonald, at the edge of the Green Zone to hop on one of our two Z.A.V.’s, the “Screamin’ Banshee” or the “Happy Hour Special”, and start your trek out into the Red Zone to bag & tag zombies and win the esteemed (and imaginary) Zombie Hunting Crown!

But seriously, if someone could beat Marty McDooby’s high score so he would shut up about it… that’d be great.

GOOD HUNTING!"

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"Blackpool Prison was where they sent the truly horrible criminals, high security for the worst of the worst. At least until the blackout.

The prisoners rioted. Once they had control, they realized they had nowhere else to go. Now the inmates control the prison, and the only way to get out alive is through them."

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"This small corner of Bearstone National Park is avoided by locals due to the stories told of the Tate family who have called these woods home for five generations.

The Tates have guarded their land fiercely ever since the Federal Government claimed it for the national park. Isolated for decades, the only folks to see the Tates these days are the unlucky travelers who experience car trouble or lose their way.

To find your way out of Deadwoods you’ll need to navigate through dark, winding trails discovering different members of the Tate family in their cabins, workshops and outhouses.

But if you happen to encounter Papa Tate, you’ll wish you had stayed on the main roads…"

"At 12:48am the ARES Orbital Debris Program detected a car-sized object entering Earth’s atmosphere. Normally objects of this size burn up, but the meteorite touched down near a remote campsite in Florida. The ARES investigation team mobilized to determine the extent of the impact and any casualties.

Upon arrival, they discovered campers exhibiting symptoms of asphyxiation, viral contamination and severe tremors. A military quarantine team was dispatched to secure the area and provide treatment to the infected.

Incident reports detailing survivor’s erratic behavior began emanating from the scene. That’s when all contact was lost.

Those venturing into the quarantine zone are unlikely to survive."

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