It is just as I suspected; it has finally happened. Quite frankly, I'm surprised it hasn't occurred sooner than now. Our efforts, while valiant and tireless, just aren't enough for something of this magnitude. We prepared for this day, even though we knew it unlikely we would see the next. Not all is lost, however; I have made a wondrous discovery. It may be the very thing that will ensure our success. I haven't the time to say much, but rest assured I have already taken the necessary steps.
The bell rang. Finally! Swinging your backpack over your shoulder, you hurry out of the door to vacate the building. Falling drops of water greet you as you make your escape from hell. Dark clouds cover the sky, as in the last several days. It seemed like winter was coming to an end, giving way to early April showers. Umbrellas serve as shields as the students quickly sought shelter from the deluge, you included. It's only a few minutes until you reach home, surprisingly dry. Dumping the excess weight, you move inside, moving to your usual routine. Something caught your eye.
What was this...? It was a letter, addressed to you from a name you didn't recognize. Some Professor, apparently. Curious, you quickly tore the envelope open and exposed two sheets of paper. Removing the first and looking at it revealed it to be a list of names in alphabetical order. Your name is included, you notice. Why is that? Who are these other people? You don't recognize any of the other names. One bout of explanation seeking later and a second dive into the ripped envelope gives you your answer.
Apparently, you sent in some kind of application and it was handpicked by the same person who sent the letter in the first place. The text describes an event that you are to attend, calling it a 'once in a lifetime opportunity'. The application itself is included at the bottom. You look at it, entirely unfamiliar to you. It's odd, though. You swear you would have given the exact same answers.
You marveled over the document in your hands. You couldn't even recall even the slightest sign that you had ever filled this out and the supposedly famous person that handpicked you was a complete blank to your mind. Despite what your brain told you couldn't possibly be, it couldn't possibly not be, either. Your eyes scanned the list of questions and the answers given once again, more carefully this time. This was either the biggest coincidence ever, or you had written this yourself; these were the only solutions you could think of.
Still puzzled, you memorized the date. Like hell you were going to miss this!
01: This is a game. Having fun is a requirement.
02: I am never wrong. Unless, of course, reality has warped, making me wrong. Please point this out to me so that I may kick reality’s ass.
03: Currently, there is no out-of-thread communication. Contact me if you need to talk to someone and I’ll try to whip something up. This rule is subject to change.
04: If you have any questions, ask them. You can send me a PM, or ask in-thread.
Sign-Ups
To sign up, you must complete and submit the following application to me via PM. I will look over it and add your name to the list.
Game Details
The mechanics of this game will be very similar to Natural Selection and Kingdom Keepers. The game will progress in story/narrative form. Battles will function like a Rumble game and your position within each will be a direct result of your submitted actions. Like NS and KK, your answers to the submitted application, as well as PMs to follow, will determine your initial abilities, which will change based on actions within the game.
Depending on the current situation within the plot, all players may be taking part in a single Rumble, and then at times the group may be divided into two or more Rumbles. This will change as the plot advances. Each player will be in one, and only one of them. Each player will receive a PM detailing any powers they have for that Rumble as well as the appropriate flavor to explain the battle. Each Rumble will have its own thread, which will be locked. Those threads will only be posted in by me. I will post the results of each round, and you will submit your actions to me by PM. Player names will never be revealed, only character names. As always, in-thread posting is allowed in the main thread (this one).
Major credit goes out to both kloud1516 and Cybele.
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If you'd like to, you can send in descriptions of your characters. Physical characteristics and the such, even into personality if you like. It would be helpful for flavor and also gives me more PMs to make my database from.
animorpherv1 wrote:BTW, I commemerate Wiz for findding a way to have:
The L_ _ _ in every single List
I try.
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Pre-Game will be starting soon. Soon is being defined as 'Whenever I actually get to typing the damn things up'. Sign-ups are still welcome and will be accepted until the game itself starts.
Also: As players, one of your duties is to amuse the Mod. You have succeeded thus far.
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I was almost done with all of them when the computer decided to restart itself. Working on re-making them now... I hope you'll forgive me if they're not up to kloud levels of awesome from the hurry.
Sign-ups are still open, though. =>_>=
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...Aaaaaaaand done with this wave. Finally! Hopefully they're not as horrible as I think they were, and I get to look forward to the next batch of PMs. Woohoo!
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With a gasp, you awoke from your slumber. What...? Where...? Weren't you just...? You flailed in your panic as your surroundings seemed entirely dark, wrestling with whatever it was that pulled at your limbs. You found an edge of the material before throwing it off of yourself, freezing when you realized it was merely a blanket. You looked around, recognizing the dim outlines of your room. How? A quick glance at the clock upon the bed stand revealed the time to be 2:00 in the morning. Springing from the bed, you realized how exhausted you felt. It wasn't that you were tired; you were wide awake from the shock of it all. Your limbs felt as if they've been performing exactly what your dream had entailed. Had it been just a dream, though?
Your mind quickly rejected the notion. Something that vivid and realistic... Never before had you such a dream. You recalled the sensations, remembering how you'd felt everything in such detail, from the scents in the air to the textile sensations of everything your hands had touched. Pondering the oddity, you started pacing. It was only then that you noticed the places you had sustained an injury during the 'dream' pained you. However, despite a thorough inspection of the affected areas, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Annoyed now and increasingly restless, nothing seemed to make sense. Perhaps fresh air would help? The window was just over there, over all.
When it opened, an impossible sight was revealed.
The entire sky was a deep crimson color. The stars shone a red light instead of the familiar color they once did. Looking like blood in vapor form, clouds idly drifted pass as you gazed upon the unearthly scene. A full moon, looking fairly like the planet Mars, hung in the sky like a lantern heralding the overnight changes. The wind rippled the surroundings, drawing your attention to them. Aside from the ruby-colored illumination, everything on the ground retained its normal appearance. Buildings, trees, roads and everything else visible to you were still identical to the ones in your memory. That, at least, was comforting. Unconsciously recoiling from the window, you stumbled on something in the darkness of the room. Your eyes now averted from the outside, you noisily gulped a large amount of air. Apparently you had been holding your breath without realizing it.
You hastily tore from the room, anything to avoid looking at the now-hidden image. You didn't look where you were going and, quite frankly, you didn't really care at this point. This was wrong. How was something like this possible? You really didn't need something like this, especially after the 'dream'. Wait. Were they connected somehow, the dream and the sky? You couldn't really see how, but it was a potent possibility. The two strange events occurring at the same time on the same day would be an extraordinary coincidence if they weren't. Did they mean something? Probably, but you hadn't an idea as to what.
The minutes slowly ticked themselves away as you sat in worried silence, too on edge to go back to sleep. You watched as the digits counted up to 59 before resetting back to 00, marking yet another hour as having passed. They passed by with excruciating slowness from your perspective, yet you were too nervous to do anything more than idly flip a few pages of a book to ease the monotony. Eventually throwing it aside from sheer irritation as to the sound produced by the action, you stood. You took a deep breath, summoning all the courage possible. The window was still open, a portal to hell. Slowly, but with eyes firmly closed, you moved forwards. When you felt the windowsill beneath your sweating fingers, you did the impossible and looked out once more.
Shafts of sunlight seared your eyes, forcing you to raise an arm as a shield against the painful illumination. Eventually, your eyes had adjusted enough to withstand the invading rays, and you looked up. Relief immediately filled you. The sky had reverted back to its blue color and the sun's punctual appearance helped wash away misgivings and anxiety. Seeds of doubt remained, but for now, you had survived. You hoped the night's events was something you only experienced once in a lifetime. ...Oh, you just remembered! Today's the date mentioned in that letter you received!
Unknown to you, it would be something you would remember to the end of your life.
You arrived at a magnificent mansion later the same day, courtesy of a jet completely paid for by the mysterious Professor R. Katt who had sent the letter. The massive front doors opened seemingly of their own accord, revealing the entrance hall. The inside was as marvelous as the outside and full of other people about your age. They were all enjoying themselves talking and moving around the burdened buffet tables. That wasn't what drew your attention, though. At the very end of the hall was a great crystal that reached the ceiling, emitting beams of light that were every possible color that one could consider. Even black and grey were found amongst the other colors, which you found odd. A decent number of the other guests had crowded around it, marveling at the spectacle. A tall man wearing a black jacket and matching hat stood on the platform in front of the giant gem. He held a microphone, but stood motionless, waiting for the rest of the guests, you supposed. It was only ten minutes later that the microphone sent the man's voice throughout the room, halting all conversation.
"Ladies and gentlemen,"
he began.
"I promised a 'once-in-a-lifetime event' and you'll get it. If you'll kindly redirect your attention to the crystal behind me..."
He never did get to finish that sentence.
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I posted, as some of you have noticed. The three not strikethrough'd in the list above were idle and set to half auto-Defense. This will only happen a set number of times per player, finally ending in Modkill.
First powers go out after recieving all of the PMs.
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crywolf20084 wrote:Guys some of you need to check your energy, some got hit and are now down to 45...even thirty.....Hitting F w/ 40 defending w/ rest.
but, on the first one,everyone started at 40. I'm confused, how'd that happen? I'm probably going to Attack D 20, defend with rest.
Everyone got an extra twenty Energy upon recieving their Power. For most people, this meant 60, but Bob and Kyriake had 45 and 30, respectively.
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Wizcat, if we're affected by the fear status, can we shake it off and use the remaining energy to attack in the same round? Or do we spend an entire round getting ourselves together?
Note to Self: Include statuses in Excel.
The removal of the Fear status occurs at the end of the round once the action to remove it has resolved. Attacking is not possible until the round after removal.
Sorry.
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While I have been receiving actions at a startling rate, I'm still going to put up the list. It's a good way to encourage getting actions in. Behold the names upon it and the dishonor they have incurred upon themselves!
My fault, past couple of days I've had absolutely no creativity.
I'm going to just put up the table and put in the flavor when I can, as I did manage to calculate the results. Feel free to discuss/speculate/complain/et cetera.
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I'll now start doing stuff for the next round, such as actually reading your actions. Will edit this post with all those who haven't sent me anything, yet.
Edit: A lot more than I expected:
Nephenee
,
Keiichiro
,
Hans
,
Reginald
, Steak,
Durran
,
Red
, Kyriake,
Naryx
, and
Lynn
.
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