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"Let the Game Begin!"

"Yeah..." He smiled a bit. Watanabe was actually kind of a nice guy, it seemed. But you never know who's got your back and who's gonna stab it. "I've gotcha."

Heh. Gonna go down? Go down with a fight. Watanabe seemed to be giving off that vibe, and Skylar felt a pang of confidence when he thought things through. Maybe he wasn't going to die as immediately as he thought...

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"Shit," he muttered, as he was ushered down the hallway. In front of him was a man, slightly overweight, but...The way he conducted himself seemed friendly. "Hey," he whispered towards the man. "You seem awfully calm..."

He didn't want to make enemies just yet. He didn't want to be targeted by anyone, but he knew that eventually it was going to happen. Eventually, they would all die, and the game would just continue. People were going to keep going on and on with the game, pretending that they enjoyed it but tossed and turned at night hoping that they wouldn't be the next contender.

Shit, he was scared, he was terrified..."er...Watanabe, was it?" He asked. "...Have you got any plans?" He didn't need to clarify what he meant by plans. Any plans at this point were just plans to survive. And he knew he wasn't going to be able to if he was on his own.

"Let the Game Begin!"

(Don't worry about post length from here on in, alright?)

Episode 1 - This is not a Game

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Sky awoke in a small holding cell to the sound of a guard banging on the door. "Hey, kid, it's showtime!"
"Showtime?" He muttered to himself. "The hell does he mean by showtime?" Perplexed, he walked outside, and took a single look before his heart dropped.
A long corridor, filled with many different doors, not unlike his own. Each was labelled with their own number - his was 12. "Skylar's here. Next up, er...Watanabe?"

"Get 'im up," Another guard yelled from farther left of Skylar. "The game's about to start." His heart raced at the mention of 'The Game,' and his stomach sank to the floor. He knew all too well what this game was; he was forced to watch it too many times to not forget.

"Let the Game Begin!"

Some info is lovated in the interest check.

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Vordak said
BTW, what is the power level? If you don't define it, you might have quite an unfair competition, pitting those slightly better than your against those 20% cooler than badass.

The power level? Well, that's to be defined. As of right now, we'll cap everyone at around...The max damage you can do being around 25%. OHKOs will only come from a wounded character being hit by the strongest attack another contender has.

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Dear lord what have we done

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I approve. Welcome to the game, Polyphemus!

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Aye, that's one!

An odd idea.

Thread can be located here.

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Alright, so this is the place. Let's do this.

Character Sheets

Name: (This one is self explanatory.)
Age: (Another self explanatory one - just input a number between...Let's go from typical teen age (15) to around...Well, whatevs. It's up to you!)
Gender: (You know, because we can't have androgynous people running around and killing each other...Or can we?! This one is completely optional.)
Area of origin: (Where was your character born?)
Expertise: (Basically, what makes them unique. Are they incredibly good listeners? Smooth talkers? Put something here that will give you a slight advantage over your every day Bob or Anne.)
Weapon: (This one is self explanatory. Firearms are permitted, and ammunition is...Well, ammunition is to be scavenged from certain areas.)
Advertisement to the public: (Barry edits himself in! Come up with a cool punchline. Make sure to center this one! Don't be afraid to use quotes - and above all, don't be afraid to be cliche/cheesy!)
Appearance: (Pictures are preferred. Center this one too, for extra added effects. If you haven't got a picture, provide a description.

Character Sheets for Those not Directly Involved in the Game

Name: [ahue.]
Age: (Mmmhmmm.)
Gender: (This one is still optional.)
Occupation: (What are they doing while all of this is going on? Are they officials in the government? Sponsors for certain fighters? You name it.)
(Appearance and otherwise are optional.)

My Character Sheet!

Name: Skylar Laverne
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Area of Origin: Seattle, Washington, United States.
Expertise: Skylar is a speed fighter. He's spent the majority of his life on his toes - being paranoid. Running wherever he went and listening for even the smallest noises, as well as sitting in his room practicing his jabs and hooks for many years of his life has left him on a human reaction level beyond that of even some of the quickest humans on the planet as of late - as well as a little introverted.
Weapon: A switchblade, covered with a carbon casing. It seems relatively harmless, until the blade is shot out from within.
"Mind if I cut in?"

A QUICK NOTE!

Don't be afraid to create a few NPCs - I know I might be. This is going to be a story that gets the player characters into a conspiracy way over their heads!