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 Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:29 am
Easy stuff, peoples. You have just been recruited to die. Your mission is to SURVIVE and ESCAPE! Who you are is up to you, do not give a Bio of any sort. You are all strangers to each other, but you still need to work together if you are to overcome the no doubt several trials that you will face. You may start at any time, and may disappear at any time, and may reappear at any time. In fact, there is very little you cannot do. The power is at your hand, but you will certainly need it.
I am Saturnos. You are suddenly my prisoner. There is no explination on how or why you find yourself in my dungeon, or any knowledge of what you have been doing before becoming my prisoner.
This is your current situation. You all are put in seperate cells located right next to each other. Each cell is box shaped. 3 walls, the floor, and the ceiling are made out of impenetrable steel, the 4th wall is barred, 1 lock, facing north. Each room has the same things in it, which include: 1 piece of chalk, a single match, 1 autographed picture of Saturnos, a needle, and a pair of sunglasses. All the items are placed in a nice box. A single Guard patrols the hall where all the prisoners are kept. On a side note, the Guard is a fledging golf player and his wallet is empty.
Omg, that was so random, have fun. surprised
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:40 pm
The tarnished luster of the ceiling glared down on a teenage Asian girl in a cell as her brown eyes slowly creaked open. Almost as an automatic response, her scuttled along the floor in serach of an alarm clock.
"Gahhhh...School...Where's the sheets? It's so freakin' cold."
Dove suddenly sat up, blinking and brushing her bed hair away from her face. "Aw jeez," she groaned, "My head feels like crap. Maybe I could fake a headache and get out of schoo--"
And that's when everything came rushing back. The chase, the chloroform, and the baseball bat. Or maybe it was the baseball bat, then the chloroform. Or something like that.
"Double You Tee Eff," she practically demanded at the steel wall in front of her. Dove flipped around, eyeing the bars and the cell across from her.
"Excuuuuuuuse me!" the girl called as she tried peering out the bars. "I would really like to know what the hell is going on!"
((OOC: Satty, do we make up our clothing? And are you RPing the guard? This is gonna be fun~! Like MOTAS only as an RP!))
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 1:01 am
((I control all the NPCs and AI and... random events))
Now is a good time to point out that the Guard is actually a giant troll, dressed only in pants. He looks pretty stupid and unresponsive for a guard.
The troll gets tired of pacing back and forth and sits down in front of a television. He is in clear vision of all prisoners. He appears to be watching a rerun of "Wheel of Fortune".
As he is watching the TV, Cass, the thief, drops from the cieling behind him. She picks his pocket and nabs his wallet. However, the wallet is empty, so Cass throws a fit and tosses the wallet. She takes out a permanent marker and draws silly scribbles on the guard's face, then she blindfolds him. The Guard doesn't seem to notice.
Cass runs off.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 3:52 am
It was the sudden feeling of a collossal cramp that woke her up. She tried to sit up, but her body refused to move from the cold, concrete floor. Her eyes were jammed shut, as if hiding from some blinding light, but slowly opening them and seeing a hazy outline of a square, grey ceiling, she realised that this wasn't home. Black hair fell across her face and she tried to raise her left arm to rub her weary grey eyes. But they too felt heavy and exhausted.
"Oh... crap..." she growled, with a feeling of a helpless rag doll.
((Hey Satty, can we swear?))
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:56 am
Our little boy, Kaze, was at home, safe and playing his video game, when he got sucked into a vortex. The first reaction he had was:
"AH!! MY GAME!!! I WAS ALRADEY FINISHED!!".
Then, he floated in the air (Or space?) with nothing in mind. It took minutes later that he saw the infinite hole.
"Where in the world am I?!? Is there anyone here?! HELLIO!!"
He kept shouting until someone would appear. No one appeared but then he fell into a hole. Under that hole was a cell. The hole that Kaze came from was gone. He looked out the bars and saw a guard, blinfolded with a moustache and a monobrow, sitting. He looked around and saw a box:
"These items...They are identical to ''Guard! Troll who got beaten'' the game! Except for this picture of this guy... But this could work!"
So Kaze took out the needle, poked the eyes out, tooked the sunglasses out, put the picture on his face with the singlasses on top. He then cried to guard:
"Hey let me out!! I am ....euh..... * Kaze took the picture from his face and tried to read the signature. He couldn't figured it out.* I can't read this! or maybe i forgot to read.... anyways! *He put the picture back on his face* I am ....euh ....This guy!! Let me out Trollster!*
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:48 am
Rayne sat in her dull, sqaure prison, unsure of what to do. Her vision had cleared a few hours ago, but she still had a throbbing headache that wouldn't seem to go away. She wanted to cry, but crying wouldn't get her anywhere. Maybe if she'd fought back instead of begging and crying, she wouldn't be in this mess.
But that was beside the point. She needed to get out of here. There was a somewhat stupid looking troll guard stood in front of them, apparently watching Wheel of Fortune.
"Great..." said Rayne to herself. "First I get stuck in some strange little prison, with no apparent way out, and now I have to listen to Wheel of Fortune..." Suddenly, she heard murmurs coming from somewhere. It couldn't be the troll guard, she could see him quite clearly from the position she was in and his lips weren't moving. There must be other people in here, too!
Rayne's head began to clear a little, so she pulled herself up from the cold, apparently metal floor, and began to look around. There wasn't particularly much to look at, except for a box in the corner. She was immediatly wary of the box; whoever had locked her in here clearly meant her some harm, so the box could easily have been a trap. But then again, there was no clear way of escaping, so even if the box killed her it would be better than an eternity locked away in a prison cell.
Bracing herself, Rayne lifted the lid off the box, only to find a rather random assortment of items, including a picture of a rather funny looking guy that made her laugh just to look at. The autograph made him look rather vain, as he didn't appear to be particularly well known. She hadn't heard of him, anyway. But now that she had some means of amusement, she picked up the piece of chalk and began to doodle on the walls of her cell. Maybe that would keep her occupied until someone came to help her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:49 pm
"OI, YOU!" Dove yelled at the orange-haired girl skittering away from a gigantic troll, hoping to get her attention.
Maybe the girl could get the cell open, granted the troll didn't notice. Which he probably wouldn't.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 11:38 pm
((You may do as you wish))
The troll Guard perks his head up, as though he were sleeping, as the prisoners were starting to act up. The keys on his belt jingled loudly as he rose. He turned left, and then right, wondering whether he had gone blind. The only things he could here was Pat on the TV and the voices of random prisoners. Ignoring the fact that he was blindfolded, he walked up to the television and turned it off with amazing accuracy. He turned and walked towards the prisoners, shortly tripping over his wallet.
He fails to realize what exactly he tripped over and blindly crawls around the floor. After a while of crawling towards a certain voice, he bangs his head against one of the cell bars. Instantly, his head is stuck to the bars. They must've been covered with superglue! The troll grabs the bars in an attempt to pry his head off, but his hands get stuck as well.
A couple seconds later, he finds himself completely immbolized, stuck to the bars.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 1:48 pm
Seeing the troll stuck like that, Kaze started to cramp up. He was rolling on the floor every single way. After the huge comedy, he stood up to laugh one again. He took the piece of chalk, broke it in two and threw it. Missed. "What luck!" said Kaze sarcasticly. He threw the other piece of chalk. It was on it's way of hitting him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:56 pm
Dove pressed herself to one edge of the cell and spotted the troll stuck to a cell. The keys, in all their shiny and jangly glory, hung at his hip.
'Awkward, much?' she thought to herself, pressing her lips together in effort not to laugh.
Formulating a plan in her mind, the girl crawled over to a box in the cell to find several items inside.
"Ah ha!" she whispered triumphantly, lifting out the picture of Saturnos or whatever he name was out of the box. A little random, but it would be helpful none the less.
Dove dragged the box over to the side of the cell closest to the troll. Since the poor thing was obviously stuck to the bars for some reason or another, she plastered the picture of Saturnos on the bar closest to the wall. Hopefully, the glue wouldn't seep through the photo. Dove slid her arm between the wall and the photo-covered bar as far as it could go. Then she proceeded to feel around, hoping to touch or lift the keys.
((I feel like I'm solving a puzzle. xd ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 7:45 pm
The Random? Almost like battle royale... except we don't fight each other....  excuse my messiness, I did it in a flash in play: A man (I am 20...) wakes up from his slumber, and realizes that he is not in his room where he should be. What the... *sigh* Another day, another random event. And this time, rather than being stuck in a class room doing the final, I am stuck here. ... I wonder which is worse? (hear's the dumb troll stuck to the bar of another cell). My luck... why cant that idiot get stuck here I would gladly take his keys and just walk out.... (takes a look at the box and it's contents) Let's see here, a match, a sunglass, a piece of chalk, and some dudes autograph... What, is he supposed to be the one we worship while we are in here?He listens carefully to see if anyone is in the other cells, other than the person who shouted "Oi You!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 12:18 am
((I love your illustration, but you forgot the needle. I will also govern the success or failure for actions you commit to, but don't finish in your post. Also, if I leave something out, more likely than not it was deliberate; you can fill it in for me.))
Dove finds the key on the Troll and meticulously picked the lock. The guard fails to realize the key has been snatched and continues to struggle with the bars, only to become more immoblized. An alarm goes off that is strikingly familiar to that of your typical car alarm.
In response to the alarm, the television suddenly springs out 2 arms and 2 legs, which look like metal noodles. A picture of evil Pat Sajak's face on the screen acted as the monstrosity's face. Whatever it was, it wasn't happy.
"Jail Break! Jail Break," it repeated over and over. The began to rapid fire remote controls at all moving things within its vicinity.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 9:19 am
Saturnos ((I love your illustration, but you forgot the needle. I will also govern the success or failure for actions you commit to, but don't finish in your post. Also, if I leave something out, more likely than not it was deliberate; you can fill it in for me.)) Dove finds the key on the Troll and meticulously picked the lock. The guard fails to realize the key has been snatched and continues to struggle with the bars, only to become more immoblized. An alarm goes off that is strikingly familiar to that of your typical car alarm. In response to the alarm, the television suddenly springs out 2 arms and 2 legs, which look like metal noodles. A picture of evil Pat Sajak's face on the screen acted as the monstrosity's face. Whatever it was, it wasn't happy. "Jail Break! Jail Break," it repeated over and over. The began to rapid fire remote controls at all moving things within its vicinity. ((a needle eh... That sounds more like it)) ...hmmm, do I want to be shot with remote controls, or should I wait it out and see... meh, why not, I feel confident enough...The man checks the bar for anything suspicious by rubbing your autograph pic along the pole face facing towards me, and then the pole face facing away from me. (essentially, I am "rubbing" one of the pole that does not have the lock with your autograph pic. lol, sorry)
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 1:57 pm
Dove blinked at the TV robot thing, not quite realizing what it was doing before a remote control zoomed past her left ear.
Pressing herself to the floor and putting the box over her head as a helmet, Dove jabbed the big red power button on one of the many remotes that had fallen into her cell.
Nothing happened.
"Well, s**t," she said, wondering the other prisoners were doing.
At a loss of what to do, Dove batted at the remotes around her with her arm and sent them skittering into the hallway.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 2:19 pm
Jemilliana, or Jimmy, as she preferred, soon began to feel a strange tingling sensation down her spine after waiting for what felt like half an hour. Immediately she gathered some strength to force herself bolt upright and at last had a good glance at her surroundings.
A grey box with a square floor with three square walls on either side and a ceiling, all constructed out of some sort of metal, it seemed. The forth wall however, was barred, and through it, Jimmy could see many other cells just like the one she was in at the moment. She saw a large man to the left side of the cell, his head neatly wedged between two bars of one. Finding her feet, she slowly rised, holding onto the wall for support, as of pins and needles surged through her legs, like in an all too long school assembly.
Loud noises were ringing in her ears, other voices, as well as the monotonic screech of a distant mechanical thing. “Wooah…” she stammered. “Hey? Where the hell am I?”
It was only then when she realised she couldn’t remember anything from before waking here. Misplaced shards of memories were flying everywhere. That 7th Birthday party, when she cried because she received a My Pretty Pony rather than tickets to the Guns ‘n Roses gig that she wanted. The day after when the Pretty Pony mysteriously vanished, and when plumbers were called in to fix a mysterious block in the toilet drainage system. But now, nine years later from that incident, nothing could be remembered from just before she woke up. Her last memory was of running very fast, whether she was being chased or if she was the chaser, she couldn’t remember. From that moment, everything was blurred.
“Hey! I wanna know where I am! Hey jackass! I’m talking to you!” she hollered to some invisible audience, hoping that someone or even something would pop up and give her a good explanation of what was going on. Throwing herself down onto the floor again, she realised she was still wearing her school uniform, and a box at the corner of the tiny room caught her eye.
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