Season 1

It all started with a letter
delivered by the Postman to any Settlements they could manage to make it
 to. It arrived on aged paper, written in a fine script, though the text
 wavered at points as if hands shook as they wrote it.

*Survivors
 far and near…any souls with kindness left in them who can read these
words: our beloved Gatorland is about to fall. We have fought long and
hard but with supply lines cut, our people are dying, and there is no
relief. There is no medicine, little food, and very few left standing
who can still fight the Zed and raiders that come in droves.*

*I write this plea, wondering if anyone will even read it. I can only hope that they will, and that they will come.*

*Even
 if you won’t come, please, tell others so that some might, as Gatorland
 has long been a bastion of strength and rest for travel and trade in
the swampy wilds of the Rum Coast. Carved out of nothing by folks with
little but hope and a will to find a way but now, we are overrun. Down
to the last handful of men and even children, we fight until the end. We
 hope now for reinforcements, and we will hold out as long as we can.*

*And,
 if you do come…and you do not find…us. I beg you as the dying wish of
an old man, please: Kill as many of what you do find as you possibly
can. Please. We will thank you for the mercy, and God will bless you for
 it.*

*Family first,*

*Father Nicodemus Price

Governor of Gatorland*

Survivors
 from all over the Rum Coast and Paradise isles answered the call for
help from Governor Nicodemes. Some, like many of the Sainthood of Ashes,
 came purely to offer what aid they could against the Hordes and save as
 many lives as they could. Others came for adventure and excitement,
hoping to hone their skills and test their limits against the threats
that loomed over the beaten town. More still came for profit and the
chance to rebuild a town in their own image, asserting themselves as
driving forces in the towns survival. Whatever the reason, dozens and
dozens came that fateful Summer weekend and pushed back the zombie
hordes and put a stop the raiders advances, but the threats to Gatorland
 were far from over.

It soon became clear that these were no
ordinary raiders, as many of them bore the imagery of the Final Knights.
 Bloodied tattoos and brands of the "33" were carved into their skin and
 their eyes burned with a fiery purpose that was uncommon in feral
raiders. Soon the faces of the true threat made their presence known,
Canus, Lord of the Final Knights, and his crazed psionic minion, Deacon
Stench lead their forces against the town. Canus's brutal tactics and
the diabolical creations of Stench proved to be quite a challenge for
the citizens of Gatorland and many of them met the Gravemind. Even when
the citizens traveled to the carnival and trade show in Glowing Springs
did they not escape the attention of the Final Knights that were hell
bent on their destruction. Slowly but surely the Final Knights began to
gain a foothold and things were looking grim for the citizens of
Gatorland. It was then that Nicodemes sacrificed his own life to give it
 to his family, the citizens of Gatorland, to save their lives and give
them a chance to fight back against Canus.

With the Final Knights
sent back to lick their wounds, Gatorland turned inward to their own
economy and development as citizens fought for political power while
outside forces tried to turn their attention elsewhere. While some
fought just to find a place to live and do business, others fought back
against the incursion of groups like Ground Zero and the Commune to keep
 Gatorland safe from danger. All the while the mysterious and deadly Red
 Eyes kept the nights a dark place in Gatorland.

Winter came and
went in the settlement of Gatorland as the residents finally began
putting their roots in and making names for themselves. The town saw
rise to the numerous organizations from the Kings of Heart to the
Gatorland Medical Center to the Saturday Night Swamp Slam entertainment
company. However as the winter months grew cold and dark elsewhere in
the wastes, the more temperate climate of Gatorland attracted attention
from far and wide. Survivors from as far as Hayven and Bravo came like
the snowbirds of the past to Gatorlands Trade Weekends. The increased
presence of course caused an increase in attention from the Gravemind as
 it sent its own agents after is prey and even coaxed those that met the
 darkness to do its deeds before they left the morgue. This time also
saw the return of Nicodemes, Governor of Gatorland, who returned
battered, bruised and on the verge of death as he staggered into town.
However this return was short lived, as not long after he had spoken to
those close to him, performed a Baptism for the Nuclear Family, and
presided over dinner did the Gravemind return for its most desired prey.
 A host of most nefarious zed attacked the town seeking to return
Nicodemes to the grave, but the citizens of Gatorland and those visiting
 were able to hold them off. However, not long after did a terrible
revelation come to light. Nicodemes was in fact the creature known as
Red Eyes, and he transformed before their eyes despite attempts to save
him. He seemingly ran off into the night before he lost control over
himself and did harm to those he most loved.

The spring provided a
 host of challenges to Gatorland as they tried to recover the physically
 and emotionally hard winter, all the while still trying to improve the
economy of the town. Early on in the spring the settlement saw the
arrival of the Leaky Bastard, a large trading ship that was wrapping up
it's route through the Paradise Isles on the way to the Coral Fort.
While some members of her crew seemed intent on trade, others were no
more than thieves, scoundrels, and pirates. Gatorland was ever vigilant
however and by the time the Leaky Bastard was on her way the town was
better for it. As the crisp air began to grow warm in the tropical heat
once again vendettas also thawed as a number of psychopaths and deranged
 men under the leadership of an excessively crazy man named Carl had a
bone to pick with some of the local residents of Gatorland. As zed and
other creatures of the night plagued the town, and residents dealt with
the assaults and incursions of those too crazy to know right from wrong,
 Gatorland's skilled doctors and Rovers were able to calm their minds
and save Gatorland, and the crazies, more bloodshed. As tropical air
arrived in full force and rains began bringing life to the wilds, the
radiation from the area known as Ground Zero began seeping into the
ground with disastrous effects on the flora of the swampland. Mutant
plants began assaulting the town intent to inject Gatorland's residents
with spores that allowed the plants to reproduce, quit explosively. More
 than one Gatorlander fell victim to the explosive spores and met the
Grave that weekend. However the quick minds of the local scientists and
the skilled hands of the local brewers we able to inoculate the town and
 send it's warriors to kill the mutant plant at its heart.

With
 summer in full force, the Rat Trap invited the residents of Gatorland
to the Paradise Isles for a summer celebration. Hosted by House Fa, the
residents arrived on what was called Narrator Island to find it rife
with zed and not occupied for many years. Before the Pure Bloods of the
Rat Trap could setup the "guests" had to clear the island of dangers and
 reactivate the islands power source. With the help of Pure Bloods from
House Arendelle, the generator was reactivated that night and the island
 was cleared of most zed by the next morning. House Fa moved in that
afternoon to setup their party for that evening. All the while Pure
Bloods from the allegedly nefarious House De Vil were making deals in
the shadows. By the end of the weekend the residents of Gatorland and
visitors from afar witnessed the boons to be gained from the Pure Bloods
 of the Rat Trap but also the consequences that can come from dealing
with them.