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Brute sat on his sofa playing halo 3. Heavy metal blasting from the speakers. His girlfriend just broke up with him a week ago.
And since then he couldn’t muster to do anything. He just sat there like a five year old glued to the tv. Mountains of junkfood corrupting the space around him.

His roommate entered. “Goddam*t, Brute. It’s been a week already. And you’re still sitting there.” Brute ignored him while driving his warthog around, splattering alien skulls.
“The old Brute would just laugh about it. And start to find some new meat.” Brute knew that Fattie, his roommate was right.
But there was something about Theresa that made him feel complete. And now she was gone. He grabbed the remote and raised the volume.

Fattie understood that he wouldn’t get trough to him. He just sighed as he clawed his way trough piles of garbage. “And they call me a pig then”, he thought as he stroke over his massive belly.
“Agh” he thought . “Why do I care. If he just wants to sit their, crying like a little baby.” He pulled an already opened bottle of coke out of the fridge.
He also found some leftovers from yesterdays meal. “ It would have to do” he said as he looked at the empty fridge.

He walked into his room sitting himself down behind his computer. He silently laughed as he heard Brute cursing. “Getting killed on easy difficulty.”
He said shaking his head in disbelieve. “What a noob.” Fattie waited until his computer was up and running, while consuming the leftovers.
Finally it was on, he thought as he took a sip from the coke. Surfing trough all sorts of shady sites.

Brute cursed again as the same dude killed him again. “It wasn’t fair” he thought as he threw his remote at the tv.
Since she left him nothing seemed to work. Nothing seemed to make him happy ever again. Suddenly Fattie burst out of his room.
“Brute, You’ve got to see this.” Brute looked at him his zipper clearly open, sweat dripping from his head. “No thanks.” he said.
Fattie ignored the disgusted look on Brutes face as he closed his zipper. “No seriously, you’ve got to see this.”

“What’s so important that I have to see it” “Because, I’ve I would say it. You wouldn’t believe me” Brute had to admit that he was intrigued. But was It worth it to get up?
He looked at the tv. It was like the game laughed at him, getting killed on easy difficulty.
Brute sighed as he got up, turning the tv off. “I’m coming” he muttered as he started to find a route trough the rubbish.
After what seemed an eternity he reached Fattie’s room. His massive body obscuring the monitor. “You really need to lose some weight Fattie” he said while he stood next to him.
He was looking at a Live stream on some site, safely settled on the dark sides of the interwebs. “Shut up Brute. Just look.” Brute watched as a timer appeared on the screen.
Counting down from ten. As he waited for the seconds to pass. He felt his curiosity increasing.

The timer hit zero. They saw a empty room appearing. Tattered giant curtains hanging from the ceiling. A chandelier hanging in the middle.
Only half of the lights seemed to work. Brute had to concentrate. The stream wasn’t of superior quality. Hell it was even black and white. A figure appeared.
Brute carefully observed the man. He was dressed in an old circus director suit complete with a high hat. It looked like he had been wearing the suit for years on end.
A mask in the form of a smiling fox hiding his face.



“Hello viewers, nice to see you again” the mask said with a british accent. “I am your host, mister Fox. And welcome back to ‘The Game’ .
As most of you have noticed this is a free stream. How can this be, you think. Are we tired of collecting money?” another figure appeared in the screen wearing a pig mask.
Pouring wine into a glass, fox took the glass. The pig moved himself out of view.
“Of course we are not. It is because this will be a new sort of game. In the previous game we had a few involuntary volunteers participating in our little game.
” Mr. fox and the room disappeared, Brute saw a play yard appearing. It was night. Lights appeared in the distance. Quickly closing the distance.
“Oh my god!” Fattie said. “Are those children?” Brute couldn’t believe his eyes. It were indeed little kids holding flashlights, baseball clubs and sticks.
They quickly climbed the little wooden castle in the sandpit. Suddenly a groaning appeared, quickly followed by dark shadows surrounding the castle. The kids started to scream
even louder as they tried to push the shadows away. A kid was dragged from the castle, its screaming abruptly stopped as the shadowy figures grouped around the victim.

“Are those…..” Brute mumbled. It took Fattie a long time to come up with an answer. “Yes I think it’s The Disease.” He quietly said, still eying the horror on the screen.
Memories flew trough Brutes mind. Newsflashes over the spread of The Disease, shocking movies of people going completely insane. But that was years ago.
The Disease was now under control for many years. All research of The Disease was forbidden. It was given the death penalty in every country. Using The Disease for games?
He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. That man was insane!

The video stopped and Mister Fox came back in the picture. He was taking a sip from his wine. Brute could almost hear his face go sour. Fox spitted the wine out and dropped his wine.
The glass breaking into little pieces as it hit the floor. “The French will have to learn how to make good wine” He giggled. “But where was I?....
Ah yes, this time it’s going to be a little different. This time we are searching for volunteers to participate in our little game. But why would one want to join, you ask.”

The man with the pig mask appeared again, this time holding a black briefcase. “Because the winner of our game is going to get one million dollars.” Fox opened the briefcase.
“That’s a lot of money,.” Fatty said. “We only accept one hundred participants to our little event. So that means, that you have a one in hundred chance of winning a million.
That’s a lot better than just gambling isn’t it?... If you decide to enter ‘The Game’ just fill out the form on the site. We will do the rest.”
The pig disappeared from the screen. “ So that’s all folks. See you back in a few months. And if you can’t wait so long I’ve got a new vid for you. Free of charge of course.”

A Girl appeared she couldn’t be older than fourteen. She was wearing two crossed swords on her back. And two guns. One strapped to each one of her legs.
Not far from her there was a cage. Filled with people, all having The Disease. They roared and groaned, hands stretched out towards the girl. Without a warning the door opened.
The infected immediately crawled out running towards the girl. The little girl just laughed as she ran towards them. She pulled out her pistols. The pistols barked red hot flames.
Taking many of the infected down. She ran out of bullets, and in one flowing motion she pulled out her two swords and sliced a man’s head.
The remaining infected quickly went down in a flurry of blades. The video zoomed in on the little girl. Her face splattered with blood. “Do you wanna play a game?”



The video ended. the girls bloody face still laughing into the camera. “That’s just f*cked up.” Fattie said. “Should we warn the authorities?” “Nope” Brute answered. “ It’s not our problem.”

The Pig walked towards mister Fox. “She did well. Didn’t she?” Fox asked looking at the video. “She learned from the best.” Pig replied.
“Yes, she did.” Fox proudly said. She looked just like her mother. “What were you going to ask?” “I still have my doubts about advertising our activities, to get volunteers.
We might get some unwanted attention.” “You worry too much old friend, just be happy that if everything goes well, you’re going to be extremely wealthy.”
“But that’s only if we are going to get enough fools to participate.” Fox laughed “ There are a lot of desperate men in the world Mister pig. We will have enough players.
We should hope that they make our game…… interesting.”
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Welcome to my first rp as GM. I will try to make this as awesome as possible.

First some background.

The Disease is a sort of zombie virus. But not the romero kind, it's is more like those from 28 weeks later.
(These are movies, if you don't know what i'm writing about. I would suggest to find some time to watch them)
This means they can run, jump,.... everything a normal people can do with the exception of using tools.

The disease started in Japan. But the government of the world quickly saw the danger in it. And didn't take any chances. All known locations of the infected were obliterated. Great parts of asia went lifeless in the blink of an eye. Even in the industrialised countries, great parts were cleansed.

It is now a decade later. Civilisation is rebuilding itself, repairing the damage to the infrastructure, etc..; But crime rates are at an all time high; The prise of Medical care is spiraling out of contol. There are food riots, No freedom of speech, endless workshifts,...

This is the world you live in!

You have nothing to look forward to, the world is going to hell. But then there is a glimmer of hope as you see the video stream. This is your way out of here to get to the good life. After all what do you have to lose?

The only thing you have to do is outlive/kill the others.
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rules:

- I will be the GM
- Player deaths/ injuries can only be executed by the GM, unless you inflict them on your own character.
- This will be a text thread.
- You will be polite.
- Only one will survive

Participants will fill in the character sheet:

Playername:
character name:
Age:
Nationality:
skills:
Background:

I am trying to get 4-8 players in it. You will start rp-ing when I give the ok-sign.

I hope you will join. And don't forget to have fun!
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Players:

Playername: Scrazza
Character name: Sid
Age: 23
Nationality: English
Skills: Fighting, hand to hand, thug fights.
Appearance: Punk. hair: very short near the sides, longer on the top, scruffy hair, red colored tops. No piercings, no tatoos. Atletic build, medium muscular
Background: Sid is an anarchist. Selfish, never backs away from a fight.

Playername:Lord of the ghosts
Character name: Log, again, for short.
Age: 14!
Nationality: Navajo Native American
Skills: OBSESSION OVER THE UNDEAD!!! Airsofts enough to be somewhat accurate with guns, and know (somewhat) how to use them. (Also larps enough to use a sword)
Background: Log was a Goth kid, and wasn't the stereotypical goth, either. Yes he did wear vampire teeth (and still does) but had Steampunk gear to follow. Yes, he had an obsession with Vampires, but was overwritten with an obession with Zombies. He did nerdy stuff, too such as Dungeons and Dragons, and the like. (Anime ^_^) When he saw the 'Game' he loved it. He wanted to be with that girl in the video...

Playername: Commissar Nikev
character name: Jack Lankat
Age: 26
Nationality: American
skills: Very good with throwing daggers/knives/shurikan. Very skilled with swords.
Background: From when he could get his first job, Jack had been obssesed with knives, swords, maces, spears, and various other melee weapons and began buying them like a lunatic. Though due to the state of the current world he can't afford but a few swords and daggers that he cherishes as he practices many skills with devoute obsession.

Playername: Chowderhead13
character name: Dmitri Vlassov
Age: 24
Nationality: Russian
skills: Firearms (Automatic and Semi, mainly Assault Rifles and Pistols), Knives, Sword, Medicae, Poisons, High resistance to poisons.
Apperance: 6'3", Broad shouldered, scarred, burned, goatee and beard combo, never smiles unless butchering his way through a crowd.
Background: Dmitri was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Dmitri joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. His weapon of choice was a massive broadsword which he stole from a museum. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a Medic after basic training. He became adept at poisons after learning about the human body. After leaving the military, he foud himself in the Gangs once more, poisoning his enemies with his deadly concoctions, and developing immunities to the vials of death he works with daily. One morning he woke, and was greeted by a face he couldn't quite understand. The face placed a cloth over his mouth, and slowly chuckled. Now, instead of fighting for his country, Dmitri must fight for his freedom.

Player Name: Shas'ui T'au Kais (Kais for short)
Character Name: Falco Vax
Age: 19
Nationality: English
Skills: Terrific marksman, stealthy, agile, can free run.
Background: He was once a normal boy, living with his mother, and his father was in the army. Occasionally his dad tought him some skills he obtained from the army, Falco was agile anyway, and these skills made him even more capable. One day his dad obtained a serious injury, and the army let him go. Falco's family soon went into a very poor state, and became beggars. His dad one day found Falco a skull mask, and Falco treasured it forever. His parents died in a Hobo war, and Falco was left to run, and steal, to stay alive. He never takes his mask off.
Appearance: Fairly tall, wearing a black hoody, jeans, and thin fingerless gloves.

Playername: Ghosty
character name: Special Agent Sergei 'Grinning' Portesque
Age: 29
Nationality: Russian-American descent.
skills: Trained spec ops soldier. Specialises in sniping.
Background: Conceived during the full swing of the outbreak, Sergei never knew his father, who was lost amongst the thousands of other unaccounted victims of 'the disease'. His mother brought him up as best she could in the aftermath society, but with so much death, and so much sorrow in everything he saw as a child, Sergei grew to have a jaded outlook on life. With no real qualifications, Sergei joined the military, who had sustained heavy losses during the outbreak. Here he found his true calling, and quickly rose through the ranks from scout sniper, to part of a paramilitary organisation that worked in conjunction with the American Government. He has garnered his nickname for a nasty scar across his jawline.

Player Name: Fitzz
character name:James "Jimmy Jump"Freeman
Age: 28
Nationality: American
skills: Excellent combatant,highly proficient in hand to hand,expert with all small arms,extremely athletic & fast.
Background: Jimmy was born into the poverty and violence of one of Americas largest post "disease" ghettos.
After the murder of their Mother when Jimmy was 8,he and his older brother William (Billy) had to survive in the unforgiving squalor as best they could.
Growing up was a day to day fight for existence in the ghetto,and Jimmy and his brother soon fell in with a local street gang,robbing homes and dealing drugs simply to survive.
For a brief moment Jimmy saw a light at the end of the tunnel,his natural athletic skills could perhaps be used to elevate him into a position of being picked by one of the States sports collectives,but after Billy was shot and killed by a rival gang member,Jimmy,driven by anger,turned his back on any hope he had of escaping the ghettos and dedicated his life to criminal pursuits.
Appearance: Jimmy is tall,6'4" and powerfully built yet quick and agile (hence the nickname),he is clean shaven and attractive in a way that makes women notice him,having garnered some minor success as a drug dealer,Jimmy often wears all black suits.

I'll join.

Playername: Scrazza
Character name: Sid
Age: 23
Nationality: English
Skills: Fighting, hand to hand, thug fights.
Appearance: Punk. hair: very short near the sides, longer on the top, scruffy hair, red colored tops. No piercings, no tatoos. Atletic build, medium muscular
Background: Sid is an anarchist. Selfish, never backs away from a fight.

Hope this is good.

Welcome scrazz. Good to have you aboard.

*GASP*
YES YES YES!!!
This is freaking epic!!!
I gak you not, I just had a goregasm. (It's like a nerdgasm, just with zombies/horror stuff)

(Hey is this anyhow related to my fail zombie rp?)

Playername:Log, for short.
Character name: Log, again, for short.
Age: 14!
Nationality: Navajo Native American
Skills: Assassin. No need to say more.
Background: Log is a member of the shadow ghosts, a mercernary group that works for the police. In short, they kill anyone they are payed for, and are know for their young members and odd fighting style.

Playername: Commissar Nikev
character name: Jack Lankat
Age: 26
Nationality: American
skills: Very good with throwing daggers/knives/shurikan. Very skilled with swords.
Background: From when he could get his first job, Jack had been obssesed with knives, swords, maces, spears, and various other melee weapons and began buying them like a lunatic. Though due to the state of the current world he can't afford but a few swords and daggers that he cherishes as he practices many skills with devoute obsession.

Welcome lord ghost and Nikev.

@lord ghost, No it isn't. Nikev said that if I wanted i could write a great rp. So I took the challenge.

I'm looking at your character sheets now, .... This could get bloody

Aye captain!
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
*ahem* I mean....
FOR THE EMPEROR!

Oh yeah, I request my character to be even with the rest, as I made him as real as possible....

Playername: Chowderhead13
character name: Dmitri Vlassov
Age: 24
Nationality: Russian
skills: Firearms (Automatic and Semi, mainly Assault Rifles and Pistols), Knives, Sword, Medicae, Poisons, High resistance to poisons.
Apperance: 6'3", Broad shouldered, scarred, burned, goatee and beard combo, never smiles unless butchering his way through a crowd.
Background: Dmitri was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Dmitri joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. His weapon of choice was a massive broadsword which he stole from a museum. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a Medic after basic training. He became adept at poisons after learning about the human body. After leaving the military, he foud himself in the Gangs once more, poisoning his enemies with his deadly concoctions, and developing immunities to the vials of death he works with daily. One morning he woke, and was greeted by a face he couldn't quite understand. The face placed a cloth over his mouth, and slowly chuckled. Now, instead of fighting for his country, Dmitri must fight for his freedom.

also welcome to you chowder

This brings our total to 4 players.

Godammit wish I'd seen this earlier! Anyway Sillyboy ol' pal I'm in.

Player Name: Shas'ui T'au Kais (Kais for short)
Character Name: Falco Vax
Age: 19
Nationality: English
Skills: Terrific marksman, stealthy, agile, can free run.
Background: He was once a normal boy, living with his mother, and his father was in the army. Occasionally his dad tought him some skills he obtained from the army, Falco was agile anyway, and these skills made him even more capable. One day his dad obtained a serious injury, and the army let him go. Falco's family soon went into a very poor state, and became beggars. His dad one day found Falco a skull mask, and Falco treasured it forever. His parents died in a Hobo war, and Falco was left to run, and steal, to stay alive. He never takes his mask off.
Appearance: Fairly tall, wearing a black hoody, jeans, and thin fingerless gloves.

Welcome kais, this brings us to 5 participants

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Character Name: Falco Vax

His dad one day found Falco a skull mask, and Falco treasured it forever. He never takes his mask off.
Appearance: Fairly tall, wearing a black hoody, jeans, and thin fingerless gloves.

I see what you did there, lol.

Wellllll, it was such a good character I just had to use it again!

Ok, it's time to start. If other players would like to join, do it quick!

In your first rp, you will start at the beginning. Describing a normal day in your characters life. Until you see or hear about Mister Fox and the game and decide to join. You can take several post for this. This is so that people would now what you character is all about, and how he/she is like.

So start Role playing

Intro RP post:

Falco looked through the window to check noone was inside, before silently opening it and crawling inside. He had enough food for the time being already, but it would'nt be bad to have some more on hand. As soon as he walked into the living room he noticed the TV was still on.

"F**king waste of electricity," he muttered as he watched what was unfolding on the screen.

It started off with two people wearing some animal masks., talking about a game, but then the scene changed to one of untold horror. Pople running away from beasts in the distance. Falco leant in closer and a chill ran down his spine.

"Dear God..."

They were savages, people affected by the disease, infected ones...zombies.
Falco stumbled backwards as his brain acknowledged what he just saw. He was about to turn the TV off and leave when the scene switched back to the masked men. They spoke some more, and Falco's mouth dropped wide open.

They were offering a million if you were a partiocicpant and you won. There would be one hundred people in it, all in for the money. Falco thought, if he won that money, he would never have to steal again, or run away.

He would be free.

He turned TV off just after they announced how you could enter. Falco was going to write a letter to enter. He walked into the study and took an envelope and some paper, and wrote a form. He took it, walked over to the window, hopped back through it, and left. He found a postbox, posted the letter, and ran back into the forest nearby.

He will win, he will be free.

"Jack" came a call that was ignored, "JAaaaaaack" came the call again. Jack continued to sharpen his blade, trying to use the task to ignore the call. "JACK DAMNIT ANSWER ME!". Jack stopped and turned around to see the phantom standing in his bedroom doorway, "I think I know of something you should see." The phantom smiled, it was a menacing smile on a hard face. The phantom was of a old dead Russian soldier who had been trapped on earth for his crimes during the war, Jack tried to block out what the reasons were. "What is it?" Jack asked, putting down his ceremonial short-sword to talk to the phantom. "Turn on the T.V. to this channel." said the phantom as he moved toward the T.V. Turning it on, Jack saw the display of the people using the Disease, watching as it was an ordinary show. He'd heard much worse stories from the phantom that haunted him. "Maybe you should join," the phantom teased, " You may be able to get to see that doctor who says he can get rid of me, but, of course I'll never leave you, not until you join me in the afterworld to burn for eternity." Jack looked over at the K98 he had in his corner that he foolishly let the phantom talk him into buying when he wondered if they would let him bring that during the contest. "I'll see you burn in the holy lights of heaven as the doctor burns your retched soul from my sight you damned Daemon." Jack replied as he began filling out the entrance forms.



(Is me having a phantom haunting me alright? I didn't put it in my character sheet...or the K98......I mostly hit the basics with the sheet as I was pretty tired....Let me know if this stuff is alright to have Sillyboy Thanks.)

I'll write something up tomorrow. I'm off to sleep. *snor-¨snor*

Dmitri was in combat when he started to see the images. When raiding a Chechnyan Rebel compound. The eerie black and white images would flicker, show someone getting devoured, the switch to the face. Dmitri would have nightmares thinking of this face.

While he slept, the face came to him. The face was smiling, like it always had been. Dmitri smiled. The gun went off, the figure staggered back, and Dmitri smiled again. Unloading a full magazine of his AK-74, the man went down. Content, he went to sleep.

The face was back the next night, but this time, with some help. The last image of Dmitri's normal life was the swinging bat towards his face.

With the cool steel of what appeared to be a large handgun pressed to the back of his skull, Dmitri signed the paperwork.

The face smiled. It was always fething smiling.

'Luna! No, don't leave! No, no, no! Please don't leave me!'
Log had that dream again. He loved that dream and hated it just as much.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if Hope has flown away....
Log could not remember the rest. He never could, even though he thought of Edgar Allen Poe as a teacher...
The world has died,
And then Revived.
(OOC: I am too tired to finish; I will finish tomorrow.)

Player event: Kais

Falco silently crept trough the alley. Piles of garbage and vermin filling the street. He hoped that the info was correct. If not he would teach henderson a lesson.
After some searching in the dim light of his flashlight he found the backdoor of the Jeweler. With shaking hands he entered the code. He waited for an alarm to go off.
But instead a green light appeared and the door unlocked himself. It seemed that Henderson wouldn't recieve a beating afterall.

Falco silently walked trough the building. He found the mainroom filled with diamants and gold. Falco smiled, this could feed him for several years. He quickly turned around
when he heared a man coughing. He looked right in the face of a wolf's mask. "What's up with the mask?" Falco whispered, slowly reaching for his dagger.
The man reached in his vest, his hand came back out with a letter.

"Falco Vax" the wolf asked. "Who wants to know?" The man ignored him. "A few months ago you entered "The Game". We are here to collect you." It took Falco some
time to remember. "Ofcourse, Mister Fox and stuff." The mask nodded. Falco looked around the wealth in the room filling his eyes. "I'm sorry man." He said. "But as you see i've found something better."
The man sighed. "There's nothing you can do. You have entered." "Okay no problems then" Falco said. "After you." Falco waited until the turned himself around. He quickly pulled his knife out, trying to stab the man. But another hand grabbed his arm. Another wolf had appeared out of the shadow. Before Falco realised it, a pain erupted in his neck. The wolfs laughed as they showed him the syringe. "Goddamm*t where the last things on his mind before everything went black.

Player event: Nikev

Jack sat in his crummy room. A coach and table were the only things filling the void. He stared at his K98. Phantom giggeled in his ear. "Come on boy!" He said. "I'll promise you it won't hurt.
It'll be over in the blink of an eye. .... trust me." Jack could swear he could reek the vague smell of Wodka coming out of his mouth. It seemed to fill the entire room. Maybe he would do it, eveything to get rid of the dead russian and his smelly perfume. "Phantom?" He asked for the thousand time. "Who are you?" The russian just smiled, as always. One day jack would wipe that smile from his face. But not now.

Someone knocked at the door. Jack took his gun and walked to the door. "Who's there?" he yelled. "Open it, and you'll know" a voice answered. Phantom looked at jack "I've got nothing to do with this, I swear!" Jack opened the door. Two men appeared before him both wearing a wolf mask. One was holding a camera, zooming onto his face. "Jack lankat?" The first wolf asked. "They were here" Jack tought.
He laughed. "Phantom meet your end! It is coming" he said. "We will see." The russian replied taking a sip from a wodka bottle.

Jack could almost hear the puzzelment of the wolfs. It wasn't the first time that people looked at him like this. "I'm Jack" He simply answered. "You know why we are here? the wolf asked, ignoring the fact that jack was talking into thin air. Jack nodded.
The first wolf grabbed a syringe from his coat. "Just procedures" He said. Jack welcomed the darkness filling his mind. The smell of wodka completly gone.

Player event: Chowderhead

The pig looked at the soldier, siging the paperwork. He wasn't excactly what you would call a volunteer. But the viewers always liked a man with experience.
Somehow it made them feel safe betiing their money. All the other volunteers were the scum of the earth, thiefs and psychopaths. This man stood no chance, Pig thought.

Dimitri had finished filling in the forms. "I did it. Now let me go!" The man with the pig mask walked towards him. Putting the signed forms in his briefcase. "Oh no, It has just begun." The pig laughed.
A needle pieced his skin. "Not again" Dimitri thought.

Event

Jack woke up his head still pounding. He made it. Even Phantom sitting on top of his bunkbed couldn't throw him out of his good mood. Jack looked around, other person were sleeping in the room.
A man appeared. "Ah, good morning" the mans said. "Where am I?" Jack asked abruptly. "Dude if i knew that!. The only thing i know is that we are surrounded." "Surrounded with what?" "Water just water"
He said. "I'm Brute by the way." The man said. Jack shook his hand. "Where can i find some food around here?"
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information:

You are all aboard the ship "Melissande". Fox is gathering all players on that boat, in preparation of the game.
All of you have been stripped of weapons. And are constantly beeing watched by camera's.

And do not forget,there will only be one survivor.

(Hey dude was I supposed to be in Nikev's event? Cos if so I wear a skull mask, just sayin' Anyway good event. So are we in the same room as eachother?)

yes you're all in the same room.

Falco is in Nikev's event!?, wow that's just......

I will go edit, Glad you liked the event.

Log woke up. He hated waking up. His dreams were too wonderful to leave...
Yet they did.
Specter, an older member, simply said;
"Luna?"
'Yes'
Luna always haunted his dreams. She was more of a ghost now then she was back then...
At least to Log.
It was three in the afternoon. Log slept for days at times...
The television was on; looking for new prey.
Suddenly, the television went to static- it did that alot- and came to another channel.
'That girl!'
"What?" Specter was started.
"Luna."
He saw that girl... the one with the swords and guns...
He knew she was Luna.

damn, missed it. I'll finish what I'm doing, and then I'll write something.

"Oi, Sid! Over here!"

Sid turned round, and saw Derrick waving him over. Sid walked the streets, towards Derrick and Michael, two fellow anarchists. They were in a gang together for several years now.

"What's going on, guys?" Sid greeted the two punks.
" 'S all good, Sid." Michael said. "we saw some squatters behind the corner, reckon we can take 'em?"
"Let's have a look then." Sid said, walking towards the corner.

Sid held his baseball bat loosely in his left hand, the other hand holding a cigarette. He peeked around the corner. Four squatters were watching a t.v. show from behind the windows of a t.v. shop. He didn't see what they were looking at, that didn't interest Sid. The only thing he was concerned about were those squatters. Three of them against four squatters. Sid reckoned he could take them.

He nodded at Derrick and Michael, who took there small weapons out. Derrick took his shiv, and Michael took out his boxing irons.

The squatters hadn't seen them, they were too busy with the tv show. Sid walked calmly around the corner, trying hard not to rush in there. Derrick and Michael at his heels, he picked up speed as they were closing in.

He calmed down when just behind the first squatter. He gripped his baseball bat two handed, took a swing and cracked the first squatters skull. The other three didn't realize what happened, and simply ran away in terror. Michael and Derrick ran after them, improvised weapons swinging.

Sid looked with disgust at the dead squatter at his feet, then looked up at the windows of the shop. He saw some gruesome footages, then a creature of some kind, apparently called Fox appeared. He blabbered some words, and then he mentioned the money. A million in cash, Sid didn't plan to let that go.

He looked around, no sign of Derrick and Michael. Good thing they didn't see this, he thought. He would have to share the money with them, if he survived. No, Sid was doing this all by himself, all for himself.

(Godammit forgot to put something on my char sheet, I'll just edit it now. As I forgot to put one of Falco's major skills down, very skillful with a blade. Believe me, this helped Falco so much in RZ&LWC)

Faco's eye opened, and immediately he started cursing himself inside. How did he let them do that? How could he be so clumsy as not to notice the other Wolf? Because of that he was stuck in this game, and he would only leave if he won. Against 99 others? The odds were not good. Falco would have to take them one at a time. None of them have the skills he has. Do they?

He cleared his head of those thoughts, they would not help him, and finally surveyed the room he as in. Thankfully he was still wearing his mask, and in the exact clothes that he always wears, and te ones he was captured in. He was lying on a bed, in a room with a few others. The walls were just grey, and there was only a sofa and a TV in this room. The other people were on beds too. Great, these must be his competition. He wondered what the rules would be. Would he have to physically fight them? Or would the winner just be the last person left alive from the zombies? He did not know. But for now at least they were his allies.

Falco wondered how they were brought here. Did they sign up for it happily? Were they brought here against thier will like he was? Questions bounced around in Falco's head. He put his hands to his head, and tried to clear his head like his father tought him long ago, to concentrate. Hmph, his father. Oh what he would think if he knew what situation he was in. If he won though, all his problems would be sorted out.

Know he tried to make the others in the room acknowledge he was here. He sat up and walked over to the TV.

"What's on then?" he said, and the others started to stir.

He turned the TV on and sat down to watch TV when he saw something that sent a spill down his spine.

"Hello, how do you like your accomadation then, Falco?" a man in a Fox mask said.

Any chance a sorry soul such as myself could join?

Player event: lord ghost

Log looked at the men before him. For reasons unknown he didn't felt comfortable under the gaze of the wolfmasks. He ignored his own feelings, they weren't important.
"So, im going to meet her, if i sign this?" Log looked at the camera monitoring his every move. Who was watching, he tought? The wolfs nodded "You will meet her." they promised.
Log smiled, finally he would know why she haunted his dreams. He signed the forms with blistering speed.

The wolfs took the contract. One pulled a syringe out of a container. Log streched his hands out. Ignoring the sting.
He fel in the darkness surrounded by the laughter of Luna.

The wolfs looked at the litlle goth kid. "That kid is messed up" one said. "Who was that girl he kept asking about."
"I have no idea, and i don't care." Said the other wolf, throwing log on his shoulder. "Just hurry up, There are still others we have to collect."

Player event: scrazza

Sid looked at the wolfs, one of then pulling the mask back on his face. A dark blue spot filling his right cheek. The injured wolf glared at him.
"Beating me up, do you? litlle punk" the man yelled. Drops of saliva flying on Sid face. "That'll teach you for killing my mates, and if i wasn't strapped onto a chair, i would kill you!" he yelled at the wolfs.
The wolf punched him in the stumach. "You'll kill me? you will kill me?" the wolf yelled throwing a punch after each word.

The second wolf blocked his last punch. "Leave him. He still has to play." The first wolf laughed. "Oh, it will give me so much joy to see you in little pieces, live on the TV."
"The TV?" Sid asked. The wolf looked at him. "You're Sid right? Feth all you gangers look alike." Sid suddenly remembered. "Yea i'm that guy." Sid looked at his mates. It seemed that he wouldn't
have to share afterall. The second wolf pulled out a syringe. But before he could plant it in Sid the injured wolf stopt him.
"Dude, i have to sedate him!" "Don't worry." The first wolf said grabbing sids baseball bat. "I'll just use this "forget-me-stick" he grinned.
Sid cursed his bad luck.

Event

Falco looked at Mister Fox in the television. "Hello, how do you like your accomadation then, Falco?" He asked. "Uhm... good" he said, not sure if the man could here him.
"Good to here." The mask said. Fox dissapeared and a helicopter appeared. "There are more, and more coming Falco." Fox voice said. "Are you sure you're going to make it?"
Falco watched as the helicopter landed on a large boat. he realised this was there boat, as he could here the thumping sound. "I make a good chance" Falco bravely stated.
"I hope you are right. It would be bad to die here afterall!" The voice giggeled. Falco looked as a little goth kid was dragged out of the helicopter, together with a bunch of other people.
Falco hoped he could live up to his statement.

ghosty wrote:Any chance a sorry soul such as myself could join?

I think we still have room for a nice fellow like you

Just draw up your character sheet, and start your intro rp.