Hello, guys, girls, and more. You, more than likely, are wondering why you even clicked on this in the first place. Probably also wondering what the concept of the roleplay is, as well. To put it simply - BOWIBVAEOIVSOW-
You wake up, several bruises giving you pain as you wake up. Your head feels as if it's almost been trampled, and your vision blurs as you see events that happened the night before. You hear a gunshot, then shake your head, focusing on the room before you. You look at your hands, soaked in blood. Just like the streaks on the floor and the clothes of some of the people chained to the walls. An intercom crackles to life as you pick yourself up off the ground, slipping slightly as the blood under you gives for bad footing. You manage to regain footing as the intercom starts speaking. "Hello, all... You may find yourself a bit roughhoused from the incident last night. Where one of you murdered a man, stabbing him seventeen times in the abdomen and letting him bleed out. You, one of the seven of you, killed that man. You will go through trials and tribulations as a team- but know this- the killer has the only key out of this establishment. And you've all been chosen for a reason. Good luck. Oh- and if anyone other than the killer dies, I will pump poisonous gas through the house. The clues? They are around the house." The intercom crackled off, and the door out of this room opened to the living room. All of the doors and windows were barred with steel bars and barbed wire, blackout blinds draped across the windows. It looked truly like one of those horror movies you had either heard about or seen in the theatres, or any other way. You step forwards, the others coming with you. A door in front of you all opens to the next room, the first trial.
Yeah. That.
You are trapped.
Stranded.
Fearing for your life.
Who knows what may come around the next corner?
Or the next room. Or, that suspicious looking can of nails sitting right in front of you with a timer counting down.
Hopefully you didn't just see a wall of text and went: "Oh gods, a wall of text has appeared!" Then dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, and ... dodged your way out of here while contemplating this riddle:
I am greater than god, yet more feared than the devil. The destitute have me, the rich do not wish for me.
And then cah-cawing at your foolishness as you realize the answer is a number, not a word. Then realize why you haven't skipped down to the bottom of this wall of text that is about to happen about how useless the wall of text is. I mean, why are you even still reading this crap? Go look at those rules I researched jokes for! If you're still reading this, I'm afraid I'm wasting even more of your time, and I apologize. It's still your fault for letting me though. Let's talk about trees. I once wished to be a tree.. In a dream. I dreamt that the fish were flying and the ocean was purple- much like the colour purple that you would see on the side of someone's finger and then flip the fuck out as you saw it spread over him and he became a furry troll the size of ("your mom!" Frikin' internet,...) the table you were just sitting at. Or you could just be normal and offer s/he a napkin as they wiped the coloured frosting off of themselves, then walked home to check this thread for updates.
Either way, you ended up at the bottom of this wall of text, and so, -50 respect points if you didn't read it, -1 if you did. +1 if you were thinking about Chocobos.
Da Rules:
1. Respect references. And corny puns. >:u
2. You may call me Mr. Sir. Person Man thingummywhat somethingorother.
3. You may also call me Mr. Cockadoodlesaurus Rex.
4. Put whatever country this song is from in your cs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cx_cm0Jc-Y8
5. (Srs time, breh.) Respect me, the GM. What I say in the rp is law. If I tell your characters they will all die if they do not complete an objective and no one does it? Game over. Insert another coin? Nope, you're out of coins.
6. If you can quote something I've said that isn't in this thread, +7 respect points.
7. That last rule is stackable.
8. No bunnying.
9. No frikin' godmodding. If you get blown to pieces by a bomb, I don't want to see you trying to pick your character back up from the ashes. s/He's dead. Gone. But there is a use for your dead character later. Mueheheheh.
11. Ignore rule number 13.
12. Don't forget rule number ten.
14. No magics.
15. Pants must be worn the entire duration of the rp.
Tone of tat rp tang:
This is going to be a serious, most likely drama filled roleplay. What else are they going to do while they contemplate sacrificing their hand for their life? Or stabbing themselves with a knife and dig through their own skin to pull out a key to their salvation?
It's also like this, as after all, there is a killer. There will be screaming and shouting at one another while they contemplate this. The reason I made this thread mostly hilarious and joke-filled (if you get them... :U I try gais, I try.) is because of the extremely dark nature of the roleplay.
And don't forget it's a twisted-as-hell game of clue!
IF YOU MANAGED TO GET THIS FAR, +5 RESPECT POINTS.
Unless your username is Ryushura, Agent57, or Corpsylvania.
('Cus they're special.)
Character sheet is as follows, rearrange anything you wish:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Gender:
Occupation:
Personality:
Brief backstory:
Crimes: (All characters will have them.)
Weight:
Height:
Appearance:
Murdered anyone?:
And that's it!
Put your personal theme song in your cs. If you don't, DENIED. And I'll tell you to read this crap again until it's added. Don't make yourself do that- get DirectTv!
(Or just add your theme song...)
You wake up, several bruises giving you pain as you wake up. Your head feels as if it's almost been trampled, and your vision blurs as you see events that happened the night before. You hear a gunshot, then shake your head, focusing on the room before you. You look at your hands, soaked in blood. Just like the streaks on the floor and the clothes of some of the people chained to the walls. An intercom crackles to life as you pick yourself up off the ground, slipping slightly as the blood under you gives for bad footing. You manage to regain footing as the intercom starts speaking. "Hello, all... You may find yourself a bit roughhoused from the incident last night. Where one of you murdered a man, stabbing him seventeen times in the abdomen and letting him bleed out. You, one of the seven of you, killed that man. You will go through trials and tribulations as a team- but know this- the killer has the only key out of this establishment. And you've all been chosen for a reason. Good luck. Oh- and if anyone other than the killer dies, I will pump poisonous gas through the house. The clues? They are around the house." The intercom crackled off, and the door out of this room opened to the living room. All of the doors and windows were barred with steel bars and barbed wire, blackout blinds draped across the windows. It looked truly like one of those horror movies you had either heard about or seen in the theatres, or any other way. You step forwards, the others coming with you. A door in front of you all opens to the next room, the first trial.
Yeah. That.
You are trapped.
Stranded.
Fearing for your life.
Who knows what may come around the next corner?
Or the next room. Or, that suspicious looking can of nails sitting right in front of you with a timer counting down.
Hopefully you didn't just see a wall of text and went: "Oh gods, a wall of text has appeared!" Then dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, and ... dodged your way out of here while contemplating this riddle:
I am greater than god, yet more feared than the devil. The destitute have me, the rich do not wish for me.
And then cah-cawing at your foolishness as you realize the answer is a number, not a word. Then realize why you haven't skipped down to the bottom of this wall of text that is about to happen about how useless the wall of text is. I mean, why are you even still reading this crap? Go look at those rules I researched jokes for! If you're still reading this, I'm afraid I'm wasting even more of your time, and I apologize. It's still your fault for letting me though. Let's talk about trees. I once wished to be a tree.. In a dream. I dreamt that the fish were flying and the ocean was purple- much like the colour purple that you would see on the side of someone's finger and then flip the fuck out as you saw it spread over him and he became a furry troll the size of ("your mom!" Frikin' internet,...) the table you were just sitting at. Or you could just be normal and offer s/he a napkin as they wiped the coloured frosting off of themselves, then walked home to check this thread for updates.
Either way, you ended up at the bottom of this wall of text, and so, -50 respect points if you didn't read it, -1 if you did. +1 if you were thinking about Chocobos.
Da Rules:
1. Respect references. And corny puns. >:u
2. You may call me Mr. Sir. Person Man thingummywhat somethingorother.
3. You may also call me Mr. Cockadoodlesaurus Rex.
4. Put whatever country this song is from in your cs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cx_cm0Jc-Y8
5. (Srs time, breh.) Respect me, the GM. What I say in the rp is law. If I tell your characters they will all die if they do not complete an objective and no one does it? Game over. Insert another coin? Nope, you're out of coins.
6. If you can quote something I've said that isn't in this thread, +7 respect points.
7. That last rule is stackable.
8. No bunnying.
9. No frikin' godmodding. If you get blown to pieces by a bomb, I don't want to see you trying to pick your character back up from the ashes. s/He's dead. Gone. But there is a use for your dead character later. Mueheheheh.
11. Ignore rule number 13.
12. Don't forget rule number ten.
14. No magics.
15. Pants must be worn the entire duration of the rp.
Tone of tat rp tang:
This is going to be a serious, most likely drama filled roleplay. What else are they going to do while they contemplate sacrificing their hand for their life? Or stabbing themselves with a knife and dig through their own skin to pull out a key to their salvation?
It's also like this, as after all, there is a killer. There will be screaming and shouting at one another while they contemplate this. The reason I made this thread mostly hilarious and joke-filled (if you get them... :U I try gais, I try.) is because of the extremely dark nature of the roleplay.
And don't forget it's a twisted-as-hell game of clue!
IF YOU MANAGED TO GET THIS FAR, +5 RESPECT POINTS.
Unless your username is Ryushura, Agent57, or Corpsylvania.
('Cus they're special.)
Character sheet is as follows, rearrange anything you wish:
Name:
Age:
Race:
Gender:
Occupation:
Personality:
Brief backstory:
Crimes: (All characters will have them.)
Weight:
Height:
Appearance:
Murdered anyone?:
And that's it!
Put your personal theme song in your cs. If you don't, DENIED. And I'll tell you to read this crap again until it's added. Don't make yourself do that- get DirectTv!
(Or just add your theme song...)