Mixology
Servant:"My leige, your crowd awaits."
King: "They never could be paitent."
Servant: "Well, of course my king. This is afterall the day everyone has been looking forward to."
King: "I guess your right. I'm a little anxious myself. I'm not sure we can top last year's."
Servant: "Well, I promise if you do intend to see the combatants in action, you'll be satisfied."
King: "You always do find the best warriors in your abductions."
Servant: "King, we must speak this in a different time. The crowd is getting a bit...rowdy."
Crowd: "KING! KING! KING!"
King: "I see. Their chanting is always annoying never the less."
The King strolled across his royal bedroom. He walked over to the marvelous, glass-framed doors that led to the balcony outside. The King breathed quietly, he hesitated for a moment to recall his speech. The King rolled his eyes, noticing the crimson lace that surround the doors. The King would feel lively whenever he stared into the calm texture. The King gripped onto the handles and pulled away.
The roaring crowd spotted the doors widen. They jumped into a louder chant. King blocked his eyes from the blazing two suns that smiled at him. King could see hundreds of mammals parked below his balcony that crowded the royal territory. King observed that they all had been controlled by his loyal guardsmen.
King raised his arms as a taunt, he shared the massive glory that the citizens treated him with. King could detect his lackey desiring for him start his speech. The King sighed and elevated one palm to symbol a stop. The crowd immediately settled down awaiting for the introduction.
"Well, how has all of my perfect citizens doing? I know they are possibly thrilled like I am. This is after all, the day of Mixology!" The King snickered when the crowd was throwed into a cheering commotion again. "Alright, alright!" The King ushered for the citizens to settle down. "We don't want to be here, forever." The King added.
"For those that aren't familiar with Mixology, well let me give you a brief explanation. This is the event when our helpful soldiers take the liberty of their spare time to abduct participants from different worlds. These participants are issued into three-man teams, if a participant is clearly stronger and more compatible by surviving on his own, he'll work alone. Their goal is to endure an incredible experience on a random world where they are to survive and fight against the other teams. The winning team is rewarded with a million dollars and a trip back to their home planet. The losers of course remain just a corpse on the planet."
The crowd nodded in exchange as they were accustomed to this informative briefing. This briefing was to gather newcomers and increase the ratings of Mixology. The King started to announce more about the following topic.
"Now I can't really explain who the participants are, but I was promised that are pretty entertaining. Now onto the battle world! This is obviously the time in which a randomized choosing is going to select where our participants are going to duke it out in."
A projector flashed above the King's head. The projector showed numerous planets that were chosen to be in the drawing. "Let the choosing commence!" The projector blinked reptively in an instant. Everyone could only see blurs of the planets and wondered which world would be chosen.
The projector slowed down its pace. The citizens could glance at the worlds more clearly. The projector halted it's flashing and ended on a planet, therefore choosing the battlefield. The King grinned when noticing the planet at first glance.
"Well, the projector chose Aqu'zec! Aqu'zec the planet home to the harsh, cold climate, frozen lakes, and pouring snow. The inhabitants of this planet are the athletic hunter that will possibly give our participants a fine challenge. These athletic hunters go by the name, "Ice Freaks." Ice Freaks tower over nine feet tall and carry an arsenal of weapons such as spears,arrows, and swords that they carve from their trees and rocks that surround their huts. Their trees and rocks somehow provide durable and sharp material capable of making a quick kill. They are intellectual creatures that have planted traps throughout Aqu'zec. The only other existing creatures that are worth of mention are the savage,thousand-pound, primates, Oplas. These white gorillas travel in packs and will charge at anything that even breathes air. They are incredibly strong and capable of throwing you to the Sz'aryu."
The citizens chuckled from the hilarious joke. They had been listening to the king's words and watching the projector present the inhabitants. They were quite satisfied that the planet was going to be severe and dangerous.
"Now the other roaming monsters are just pathetic pests that feed the Oplas and Ice Freaks' appetite. It has been nice, announcing this day once more, but I need to attend to someother matters. I liked to give around to my auidence, the soldiers for giving up their precious time, and to anyone else that I may seem to be forgetting."
The King dragged his legs back inside, he had his ears perked when hearing the delightful sound of a musical sensation of ongoing claps. The King glared at his lackey who had been observing the whole announcement. The King closed the glass doors behind him.
King: "They are preparing Mixology?"
Servant: "They are preparing Mixology."
(Meanwhile)
"These guys are some ugly fellows!" A guard had thrown the unconscious participant into the cell. He laid the arsenal of weapons against the body. The guard notified the other guard about the monitor. "Are the speakers and the monitor set?"
"Yes. They'll go off once the cells reach contact with Aqu'zec. The gas that these guys inhaled will make sure that they stay unconscious." The guard placed two darken winter coats and a bright, white coat on the floor.
"Why the different colors?" The other guard puzzled.
"King brainstormed an idea if the projector chose Aqu'zec. If we were to input two black coats and a white coat, the teams might dispute on who gets to wear the white coat. They're going to be stranded on white-like hell of a planet." The guarded nodded his head.
"Wow, King thought of that all himself? That guy is sheer genius." The guard exited the cell. "Hey, can you help me with the coordinates? I could never figure out this padlock." The other guard sighed. He finished labeling his check board that the participants were accountable. He proceeded to enter the launch time and the coordinates.
"Well, this cell is ready to go. We need to go ahead and prepare the other cells before this one launches by itself."
Mixology Rules(The IN Game)
Killing off teammates would cause the royal guard to hunt you down
If you are proven to be too strong, you are issued into your own team
Last team to survive is rewarded with a trip back home and a million dollars that are accustomed from their world
Roleplaying Rules
No God Modding
No Character Control
Do not auto-kill a character unless given permission by me
Do not Spam
Sex scenes are aloud because I doubt it will ever happen
Your character MUST have come from another RP.
I will gather all apps and select teams by random. If you want to request being in a team with someone then that's fine though that ruins the whole "surprise" teammate.
If you feel that your character is too powerful then you can be solo.
I won't be strict on how long a post may be. . .two paragraphs the least though.
If these rules are broken, the Roleplay Reaper will automatically show up and kill you and your family from existence. Plus I'll kick you out of the RP.
(=blue]Character Applications)
Username:
(Copy and paste application here)
(Provide the link to the RP your character belonged to)
Don't be lazy, dig up the damn link.
(I believe that is all. I may add to this.)
