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Warning: This game contains scenes of explicit violence and gore.

(In a perky, sarcastic, ingratiating voice):

"Welcome, welcome, welcome! Come round, ladies and gentlemen, and witness a spectacle the likes of which you will never see again!

You may be asking yourself, where are you? What's happening? How did you get here? What's that voice coming through the loudspeaker? Well, folks, let me tell you that none of that is important. The only question you should be concerned with is who are you? And believe me, this isn't as simple as it sounds. Throw away your preconcieved notions of your self-proclaimed "humanity" and prepare to be thrust into a bestial struggle for survival! Temper yourself int he fires of battle and fear and come out a stronger human being!

And as far as who I am, you can call me a friend. Or your enemy. Or king, handyman, master of otter hounds, it doesn't matter to me.

You see, around this abandoned fairground on the MICA colony, there other men and women and...other things...scattered about. That's right! You're not alone! However, you may not want to meet these other people. Because over the past thirty minutes, the self-contained dome of the MICA colony fairgrounds have been slowly filling with a little pet-project of mine. Petrophloric Anoxyci...whatever. Just call it PANiC. The only thing that you need to be concerned with is that the gas is slowly filling you with a murderous rage. And don't worry, you won't see it. it's invisible and nearly tasteless. A slight flavor of peaches and raw oysters might be present for about thirty seconds before you find yourself gripped by the uncontrollable fury that you humans call your "dark side".

This is a game, in case you haven't figured it out. But this game is NOT for your amusement. Nay, it is for MY pleasure! If I wanted to keep you amused, I would have given you dim-witted slug-brained MORONS a banana peel. But I am a benevolent entity, and like any good game, there is a PRIZE for the winner. But what is the prize, you ask? Hah hah. No, no, I couldn't tell you. What would be the fun in that? You'll just have to win.

And how do you win? Simple: Be the last organism on the MICA station that still lives, that still draws breath, that still leaves FILTH wherever it goes.

So prepare yourselves, my little pets, and get ready to find out who you truly are! How deep does your humanity go? Let's find out!"

With a rush, the metal framework that had been holding you down is now released. You struggle to your feet and look around. You are in what appears to be an old earth-style fairground, circa approximately mid to late 20th century. The rides are motionless, the animal cages are empty, and there is a distinct absence of clowns. But there is some power, enough to keep the air flowing and a few of the lights on. The streets are littered with rubbish.




SO here are the rules, my little pets!

You must be human, preferably mundane in origin. The more mundane you are, the better your odds of getting a weapon from me, the supreme arbiter!

You have NO equipment whatsoever. After all, it's not much of a game if one player has all the pieces!

And no characters below the age of 18. They're being engaged in...other games...

And I should warn you, my little pets, that there are dangers on the MICA station, dangers other than you and your felow human beings. You see, i'm afraid that the players in another nearby game got a bit rowdy and have collapsed the containment field. Oh, don't worry, they're quite nice once you get to know them. Too bad you won't, because they happen to have a ravenous appetite for you, mon ami!

Also, let me remind you that I have COMPLETE CONTROL of the MICA station! I can manifest or alter anything at my will! If I want to transform you into a gibbering slug that can't even kill itself, then I will! And if I am feeling benevolent and happen to wish to give you a...present...then perhaps you'll find a mousetrap or a hydrogen bomb under your pillow!

And feel free to simply jump in at any time. After all, what good is an experiment without a few...variables?

Alex glanced around trying to figure out what had just happened. He had been relaxing at some resort for Spring Break and then suddenly he was here. No explanation that he could fathom told him what to do. All he knew is, some arrogant voice had just told him that he was about to go on a killing frenzy on everything he came into sight of.

I have got to figure out how to get outta this place, was the first thing that came rushing into his head. He ran his hand down the back of his baggy khaki shorts, attempting to dust the sand that was now sticking to them, then grabbed the sides of his red short sleeve button up and flapped out the edges, letting the dust fall back from his back. Then he ruffled his ear length hair, making sure that nothing was crawling about it, all that fell out was more dust.

"You have got to be kidding me.." Alex mumbled to himself after taking an awkward step forward. "How do you lose only one?" He said aloud as he reached down and pulled the single blue flip-flop that adorned his left foot, holding it in his hand and staring at it for a moment with a blank look and a shake of his head.

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Keria looked around pondering how she got there and what was going on. the last thing she remember was being surrounded by family and friends for her birthday. she stood up and looked around her hazel green eyes watered from the cold air. she moved her hair out of her face.she walked down the hill keeping the mysterious voice's words in her mind

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Clarence Snow brushed some imaginary dust off his sweater-vest. Rising, he couldn't help but come to the first rational conclusion. This has to be a joke. "I must be on Totally Hidden Video or something." Knuckles on his hips, he took stock of his surroundings. They were... odd, to say the least.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, pinching them into place. I wonder if I'm alone here. He combed his fingers through his medium length brown hair, scratching his head in confusion.

First things first; I need to find food. He approached a kiosk whose sign promised funnel cake and cold soda...

Joe looked around, looking down the streets, littered with trash as mentioned. He decided if he was going to survive this he was going to try to resist the rage with physical restraint. What ever this drug did would not get the best of him. He then took climb, trying to avoid others for they would devour him just as he would them in a few moments. He moved onto the top of the metallic cage and jumped, barely missing the edge of the house. He stumbled on to it, causing the first scar of the day.

He looked around, keeping low so that no one would see him. After a screaming group ran down the street followed by the least resistant of the crowd he belly crawled to the middle and curled up int a balls, somewhat resting on the protruding vent that came up from the weak ceiling. He kept hoping that the weak roof wouldn't collapse in, drawing attention.

He recalled the events up to the time, he had been out climbing some mountains in the middle east that week, along with his two friends, he had become quite adept at climbing over that time frame, giving him the ability to climb that cage. He said his thanks to his friends, most likely dead at the time. He then looked around the view, trying to find people who were near, if not then at least hear them. He then began bobbing with tears.

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NIKAT:


Alex suddenly heard a voice coming from a nearby speaker. The box looked decrepit and had a clown on it, apparently some sort of vending device. How the voice was coming through its cracked and rusted sound apparatus was as much a mystery as the man who the voice belonged to.

"Alex! My man! How's it going? How do you feel? Maybe a little lost? I'm sure you'd feel more at home back on the West Coast, catching some sand and some surf, but I'm afraid that that's just not going to happen. At least, not yet.

"You see, Alex, I'll let you know right now. My money's on you. You're my favorite, you know that. I can't say much about the...other players, but you...something about you, that sureness that comes from youth and your 21st century attitude. Something that just screams competence. I'm not saying that you're a shoe-in, but, well, let's just say that lady luck feels like putting out for you tonight.

"Oh, and Alex, one last thing. Behind you. The man. He has the key."

On cue, Alex heard the footsteps. Turning, he saw what looked like a man wearing glasses and a sweater-vest (Hadraniel's character).




ARINTHIA:


Walking down the hill, Keria came across what appeared to be a large pile of meat. It was only as she came nearer that she began to smell the appalling odor of rotting flesh. It was a pile of arms and legs, neatly stacked lincoln-log style. In the center of the square of appendages was a man sobbing, apparently unaware of her presence.

The voice seemed to come out of nowhere, and yet all around her, insider of her head.

"Keria! Keri! Ker bear! What are you up to? Trying to get a head start? Well, let me tell you, my little Ker bear, you won't need that lead. You see, I've been thinking. Your memories end at your birthday, right? At least, if it all went as planned. You were turning, what, 18? 19? Can't be much beyond that, a body like yours.

"Well, anyway, you probably feel cheated out of your presents, like any greedy little 21st century kid like you. But don't despair, my lovely Ker Bear! My KerBerUs, I am giving you the gift that you most covet.

"You see, that man in the nice little fortress of arms and legs has a strong desire to add you to his collection. Right now he's just lulling you into a false sense of security. With all the PANiC he's inhaled, he's about as strong as a doped-up Kodiak bear and about as smart. So unless you get out of here, he'll rip you limb from limb.

"But alas, he has the key that you need to get out of here! So I'll tell you what. *ahem* Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Ker Bear, Happy Birthday to you!"

As the last notes echoed away into the vastness, something clattered to the ground. A gun. A big gun. Right in front of her. It looked like some kind or revolver.

"Remember, Ker Bear, you're my favorite! Go get 'em, birthday girl!"



HADRANIEL:

Clarence approached the kiosk. Though there was no light from within, there was obviously no one inside. "Can I take your order, please?" The voice came from an ancient speaker below the faded menu.

Clarence was then vaguely aware of a presence behind him. Turning he saw Nikat's character.




Azarthes:



The roof caved in suddenly and without warning. Joe fell down expecting to die in a web of shrapnel and rusted girders. Oddly, though, he found himself falling down into a large vat of a gelatin-like substance. He swiftly grabbed onto the side of the swirling vat.

A dim red glow illuminated the small room. He had fallen what must have been twenty feet. It looked like a sheer climb back through the hole, and there were no doors or windows to speak of. No exits unless he magically sprouted wings.

He was stuck, alone.

"Not alone, Joe, not alone!" The voice was coming from the top of the hole, just out of sight. "Joe, Joe, Joe. You are quite the climber! But tell, me, Mon Ami, will you climb to success even if it's on a pile of corpses? Today the question is not how high you can climb, but how low you can sink into depravity. After all, Joe, you know you're my favorite! I can't help but have the highest hopes for you. But for now, no point in getting exhausted. You're safe for now, so you'd might as well make yourself comfortable. I've even left some food for you, but it appears you're swimming in it already.

"Joe, I've gotta be frank with you, things are not looking good. You see, there are a few others you should be aware of. Others who want to hurt you, Joe. Others who want to kill you. I'll do what I can to stop them, but they want to kill you so bad. Trouble is, I can't really remember who they are...

"So arm yourself, Joe, get ready to defend yourself. I'm sure you'll find something useful in that pile of metal."

The echoes died away into nothingness, leaving Joe alone in the room with no exits and only a large vat of tar-like sludge in the middle of the room.

"Ah, shit, looks like its time for this twisted bastard to kill me off." Joe said to himself, stupidly though for still he heard the growing shrieks outside of the wall, the drug had taken effect almost fully, even he began to be drawn in into the unthinking rage. He tried to shake it off but he found it hard to not try to find some way to break the wall open and attack those outside. He looked around at the surroundings, indeed it seemed perfectly empty, except for the sludge and pile of metal.

Yet, on sheer luck and good peripheral eyesight two other things caught his mind in the room. The vent pipe stood out, though it had no openings he could try to climb on it to hide. The other thing he had saw was a plastic shopping bag had been discarded, perhaps by a worker. He immediately went to work the scraps of metal had been the most gracious thing he could ask for. He places a long sturdy iron pole into the vat along with other metal pieces to keep it sticking correctly out. the next thing he did was tear the bag into a long strip, yet weak. He wrapped the line around two metal rods.

Hoping it to work he slung the first rod over, allowing the second one to catch in on the lip, he took the leverage, since the plastic broke he wouldn't be able to have the second rod in hand. He jumped from the wall and in a fluid movement had is upperbody on the air vent, though it took the wind out of him and causing another cut on his face. Though it cut off way out of reach of the hole it did give him some leverage. "Yeah, you have high hopes for me, well I'm high and I am hopeing" So with his 2'7'' rod he waited for the killers, blind with rage but resistant to move all the while. Silently thanking the man to give him the metal that the high-rise construction worker soon becoming architect could use.

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Clarence turned to look at the young man who was standing nearby. He looked to be the Cali surfer type; a fact that seemed to irritate Clarence oddly. Rolling his eyes and snorting derisively, he turned back to the speaker. "Yeah, I'd like a Tumbleweed if you've got one. And a diet coke." He thought for a moment. There were questions to be answered; now might be a chance. As a writer, he knew how to recognize a plot element when he saw one...

"Any idea how to get to Earth from here? I have a meeting with my publisher tomorrow."

Alex pivoted on his bare feet only to see a young man wearing a sweater vest and glasses standing only a few feet in front of him. HIT HIM WITH YOUR FLIP-FLOP, was the first thing that spliced into his head as he tried to size up a man dressed similiar to Mr. Rodgers. His hand grip tightened around the blue flip-flop as though it could actually cause some damage. Wait... no. That's not the right thing to do, Alex had to tell himself as he shook his head.

"You have the key to my freedom?" Alex said as he looked at the man, taking a few steps aggressively forward. "Now that just doesn't seem like a thing you should keep from me now does it?" Alex gave the man a wicked smile,HIT HIM... wait no. Alex stumbled back a step keeping an eye on the man. "Give me the damn key," Alex said, his head beginning to throb.

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Clarence was taken aback by the accosting he was receiving from the surfer. "Key? What the hell are you talking about? I don't have any money on me. I'm sorry." Damn bums. They got greedier every day. He eyed the flip-flop clutched in the beach-bum's white-knuckled fist. "What've you got there? Is that a sandal? Leave me alone. I just want to get some food."

A warm anger was welling within Clarence's gut. If this jerk didn't get out of his face soon...