Passover

By Damien Kelly

Players: 18

Genre: Judgement Day

All God
fearing Christians know that one day Heaven and Hell will have to answer the
question of redemption, and Rocky Ford, Colorado is, on the whole, a God
fearing town. So when the Day of Judgement comes,

Rocky Ford should be ready. *Well*
*it's here, and they're not.*

They fell
upon the world and began to burn it down - Beasts of torment and hatred, who
reared up from fields of flowers and watermelons, from the heart of the
Rockies, and ripped every man, woman and child in

their path to shreds. And there was no
questioning who sent them, for they proclaimed themselves to the sky.

*We are Legion. We are Damnation. What God*
*has given – what you have taken from God, we will reclaim.*

Devils
ran amok on the face of the earth, waiting for heaven's response.

Then the
Angels came - but not as expected. The people of Rockford thought the Host of
Heaven - beautiful winged beings, wrought of might and holy fire - would
descend from the sky to save them. But instead they came from within their own
homes. From their own children. Each man's daughter and every woman's son under
the age of thirteen became possessed of a Holy Spirit. A warrior spirit. The
force of such a being burned out their little eyes, scourged their little
voices with their roars, and the flames they could make dance about their
bodies, or rear up into weapons, scorched and blistered their soft skin. But
they were angels nonetheless, and the God fearing folk of Rockford offered
their children up in the name of salvation, to play their part in
Armageddon.

*Armageddon? But this is not the end*, said the angel children. *This is but a Passover. A trial from God.*
*Look to your spiritual leader – To the Man of God. He will lead you through the*
plague.

So every
eye turned to Lucas Barry, the Reverend. And he marshalled the people; he held
the town together. He was their anchor in the storm. And to aid him, God
touched his child Sarah, and one other besides her, to be Lucas' guides, his
divine eyes. His personal angels. Reverend Lucas led Rockford in prayer and
kept hope alive.

But still
there came the night of blood and terror.

The war
finally spilled onto the streets of the town and in through the wall of the
pastoral centre where the entire town had sheltered together. The people fled
into the streets in panic, trampled each other underfoot, and ran headlong into
the arms of damnation and death. The Reverend pulled together what few
followers he could keep sane, and they in turn grabbed what wounded and hurt
they could, and with Lucas leading they made a break into the night. And God
made for them a path. His angels spoke to the children. They said, *Go to the desert. There is a cave, a*
*shelter. Hide there, and God will bring you into safety. As His first child*
sought refuge in the deserts of Egypt, so you too will be safe there*.*

They fled
to the desert - those who could walk carrying the bleeding and unconscious. They
were few, but they had faith: faith enough to move a mountain. They came to the
cave and slipped gratefully inside. With tearful relief they left behind the
night and things roaming in it. Sleep quelled their exhausted sobbing.

And so
here they bide, and wait for God. And God will surely come to lead them out
into the sunlight, triumphant in His Might. But until then, that none should
reach them – that none of his flock should be lost to the sands and the devils
- the reverend has brought some might of his own - an explosive might - and
with his faith assured, he's about to move part of that mountain.

You who
find yourself in the dark - shattered and exhausted from your struggles – have your
dulled and confused senses shaken rudely awake, as the bellow of an explosion echoes
down the tunnel that leads to the cave mouth. Some of you came here willingly, some
of you weren't so sure, but had nowhere else to go. Some of you were dragged against
your will, or stumbled along because someone who you wanted to be with was going.
Some of you are only now finding out where you are and what has happened. But regardless
of how you got in here, it doesn't look like any of you are getting out in a hurry.
God had better save you, because other options are slim on the ground. You've precious
little in the way of food or water, and the air in here won’t last forever. But
who's to say He won't save you? With Heaven and Hell at each other's throats
outside, He must be around here somewhere, mustn't he? There can be no arguing
He doesn't exist anymore, surely.

Rockford
has always been a God fearing town, and now He's finally given them something
to fear. But they are His children, and just as He delivered His people from
Egypt, so He will save Rockford.

They
called it a *Passover*. So the angel of death will *pass over*.

Won’t it?

Cost: free

Available from: http://www.irishgaming.com/scenario\_storage/dk/passover.zip