The random-trapped-prison-survivor-contest RPG

[ShadowGonissa]

This is an RPG where you are a bunch of survivor contestants. Thing is, people are rather bored of the other survival shows, because they lack real danger to the contestants' lives. So a homocidal person decides to get a bunch of prisoners from several jails across the world, making them fight for survival at a very mysterious place. The winner will recieve fifty thousand dollars and a pardon from prison. The losers will die.

The people who give names will be contestants, and I shall be the homocidal director, who can at any time insert random situations into your lives.

Here's what you do.
A. Choose a name. Any name. And a nickname. Any nickname, just keep it clean. And choose a race too. Just keep it human, unless I add a mutagen or something to the game.
B. Choose the crime you did that landed you in prison. No one here is innocent.
C. Choose a weird personality aspect, such as an obsession with sand or something crazy like that. No one here is sane, even if you're only a little bit insane.
D. Choose an object. Any object, just one. No clothes; you all are wearing orange jumpsuits (choose a number for the jumpsuit, if you want), black sneakers, and an orange baseball hat. No one may choose the same object as another. No one may have any money. No one may have direct weapons, but you may use obsure items to fight.
E. Choose a skill. Not a superpower, a skill. Something that could help you survive. No one may choose the same skill as another.
F. Choose a fault. It may be physical or psychological, but you have a flaw.

Alright. When 5-10 people sign up, we start the game. Everyone will end up in different areas of the same general place, but be assured they will be random. You recieve the location when you sign up. Your goal is to survive, which means you can do what you want, as long as you live. Several things you may do are create allies, create enemies, and set up camps. Once the game starts, you must figure out where you are and what to do, because all of you will start out in danger.

When I post, I will give every one of you options as how to proceed. Remember, there are cameramen, but it won't be easy to find them, because they mostly use computer controlled cameras. You may not control other characters, except for some of the ones I put into the story. This will be completely random. The losers will be chosen by me using slips of paper, allowing randomness to decide.

However, the better you do, the less likely you will die. And if you die, the others will decide what to do with your body. It becomes controllable object, as well as your possessions and shelter, if they find them. And if you fight, each other or one of my characters, a coin will decide victory. And I will decide if you survive the fight or not.

Each of you start off with flight and fight points, which I decide based on your personalities. Flight points determine how fast you run, fight points decide which bad guys you can defeat. I know this sounds complicated, but don't worry. I'll be the one keeping score. You gain points by successfully fighting or running away, and lose them by failing in either manner. You may not know the points of my characters until you beat them. Weapons will not be included until later, and then I'll tell you how they work into points. Obscure items used in fight only give you two fight points.

So, is this an okay rpg? Make a character if you think so.

[OboeGuru]

A. Fred "Silencer" Jenkins / White Male (human, obviously)
B. Killed a German diplomat.
C. Can be distracted by shiny objects
D. My number is 1138. I have a long-handled mop.
E. Advanced combat training, specialty in fatal techniques and stealth.
F. Suffers from schizophrenia.

[Demon_Child]

Do I HAVE to have a human character? :\

A) S.D. "Snake" Plissken (so sue me for watching "Escape from New York" and "Escape From LA" one too many times. :p)

B)History:Former US Lieutenant in the United States Special Forces Unit, Black Flight, Texas Thunder. Awarded two Purple Hearts for Leningrad and Siberia campaigns. He was the youngest man to be decorated by the President.

Convictions: Convicted for 27 moral crimes. The murder of an Internal Revenue agent. The kidnapping of a bank president, and gun fighting for profit. At the time of capture number one in the forces most wanted list.

C) Has a short fuse and will fight anyone at the drop of a hat. He also is used to giving orders rather than taking them.

D) Prison ID# 4388295-842A. Has smuggled a baton from one of the guards during a prison brawl that lead to the deaths of 3 prison guards.

E) Oboe gets to have all the fun with combat training and stealth. (which is basically what Snake excells in) :( Oh well, I guess he is good at studying combat tactics from his opponents and then finding the weakness to every tactic used against him.

F) He has an eyepatch over his left eye.

[Protosschick99]

I'm in!! But I'll have to post everything later cuz I have to go to work right now. Laterz ya'llz! :D

[Valjean]

A.) Jack Cortez AKA Jack the Ripper II (you can tell where this is going. ;)) White Male, Human

B.) Used various knives and blades to kill a total of 9 people. He was thought to be insane, but later, he was proven to not be insane and was placed in jail for life.

C.) Sharp objects

D.) Long, rusty scissors O_o

E.) Good at dodging and blocking

F.) Afraid of fire

[Modred]

A. Armand Vitros, aka Aleksandr, Caucasian Male, Blond Hair, Blue Eyes
B. Seriously injured a superior officer by shooting with sniper rifle, narrowly missed killing him, court martialed and imprisoned.
C. Believes he is a descendent of Hitler's Aryan race and is physically and mentally superior to other humans.
D. Spoon from the prison cafeteria.
E. Skilled at setting traps and deception.
F. Bloated ego.

[Holjfie]

A. Joe Smith
B. Robbed an old lady's house, old lady died from heart attack
C. Women with hats
D. Coupon that expired 2 years ago
E. Sniping
F. Has terets

[BlackHawk]

A. Neal "Hawk" Somet / White / Human
B. Neal killed a guy using a fork.
C. He is obsessed with computers, and now that he is depraved of them he is nearing insanity.
D. A fork (dun dun dun)
E. Very good at screwing with ones mind (i.e. manipulation and all those other fun things :) )
F. He is deaf in one ear (he uses earing aids, but those could be screwed with fairly easily ;) )

[ShadowGonissa]

Okeedookee. So far we have 6 in. Tomorrow the sign-in time is over, and the game will begin. For right now, I will give the current characters fight points, flight points, and random location, so you can start figuring out what you want to do. If you feel I haven't given you as many points as you deserve, get over it. ;) More details given when game starts.

1. Fred "Silencer" Jenkins and his mop
Fight points: 14
Flight points: 16
Random location: under a bridge near the foot of a mountain.

2. SD "Snake" Plissken and a deck of cards.
Fight points: 27
Flight points: 3
Location: Dry desertlike area filled with small bushes.

3. Jack Cortez "Ripper II" and his scissors.
Fight points: 20
Flight points: 10
Location: In the middle of a forest.

4. Armand Vitros "Alexsandr" and his spoon.
Fight points: 22
Flight points: 8
Location: A cliff overlooking the sea.

5. Joe Smith and his expired coupon. I felt like giving you a nickname, so you're now "Mace".
Fight points: 10
Flight points: 20
Location: On top of a sharp coral reef between a tiny island and the cove of some other body of land.

6. Neal "Hawk" Somet and his fork. *giggle*
Fight points: 13
Flight points: 17
Location: Underground cave, in total darkness.

7. Tom "Magmaniac" Blazevic. Your lighters are too weapon-like, so you get a box of brand-new rubber bands instead. 50 in a box.
Fight points: 19
Flight points: 11
Location: in the middle of a small, deserted villiage.

8. Agent Smith and his sunglasses.
Fight points: 25
Flight points: 5
Location: in the mazelike halls of some building.

9. Monica Hibbs "Black Widow" and her baby doll.
Fight points: 21
Flight points: 9
Location: the edge of a volcano.

-no more characters will be allowed-

[Magmaniac]

-Tom 'Magmaniac' Blazevic (male white age 23)
-Mass murder of 75 students at his high school
-Pyromaniac
-Large crate filled with lighters. Jumpsuit number 0003
-Good at bow hunting.
-Obsession with dairy products to the point that when near them gets all distracted and really hungry until I consume some dairy products.


Good luck and may the best pyro win.

[Valjean]

EDIT: teh w00ps. O.o

[ShadowGonissa]

Jack gathered some sticks. He built a small fire, but as soon as it spread out, he quickly backed away. Then, he sat next to it, scissors in hand, trying not to sweat. Soon, a squirel came down to get some food off the bottom of a tree. When its back was turned, in one swift motion, Jack drove the scissors into the squirels head, ending its life almost instantly. He then cut off the head limbs and tail and cut off all the fur. After, he jammed it onto the end of a stick and roasted the squirel over the end of the stick. Later, the meal was completly cooked, and all imperateise (sp?) were burnt and boiled away. Jack at the meal in two bites and shoved the parts he'd cut off before into the near-by river. Jack then sat on the ground, waiting for another snack.Werewolf, your post is negated. We haven't started yet, if you haven't already read my post.

Alright, people, we have three slots left. What's with all the white characters? C'mon, I'm sure y'all are more original than that.

[Valjean]

oh okay. =P

[Dark_Soul74]

A. Legally changed name to 'Agent Smith'.
B. Attempting to kill the actor who plays 'Neo'.
C. I think I am 'Agent Smith' from The Matrix.
D. Agent Smith sunglasses
E. Martial arts
F. I think I am 'Agent Smith', thus EMP's, if I know of them, knock me out.

If I got the name wrong, I'm going to be embarrased as hell. :shiftyl:

[Protosschick99]

I'm gonna go for something that is soooo opposite of my personality. I'll see what happens :p

Name: Monica Hibbs(The Black Widow)
Crime: Has been charged with 8 counts of murder. Every time she marries, she kills her newly-wed husband on the night of their honeymoon. Was never caught until her 8th dead husband.
Personality: Talks to the air or anything that has no life in it. She claims that everything has a spirit so you must treat it with respect.
Object: A living-Dead Doll named Emily.
Skill: Can mess with men's minds and bid them to do her will.
Fault: Has Downs-syndrome (However you spell that) .........lolz! J/k :p Here is the real fault: Hear's voices inside her head. They tell her to do things, evil things and she can do nothing except what they tell her to do.

Alrighty, is that good Nissa homie? :D

[Demon_Child]

The baton may be considered a weapon, but it isn't anything out of the ordinary for criminals to hide/steal batons from under the prison guard's noses during a riot much like the forks and spoons from the cafeteria. Therefore I made a logical point as to why my character has a baton. If you can give me a good reason as to why I can't have a baton while other people can have scissors and forks, then I'll retract my arguement?

[ShadowGonissa]

Okay. Batons are meant to hit people with. Forks and spoons are meant to eat with. Scissors are meant to cut paper with. Since batons hit people, they count as weapons.

[Demon_Child]

Batons are commonly found in Prisons. Scissors aren't.

Meh, nvm. I have a better idea, how about a deck of cards as a personal item?

[BlackHawk]

Batons are commonly found in Prisons. Scissors aren't.

Meh, nvm. I have a better idea, how about a deck of cards as a personal item?

What are you going to do with those, magic tricks until we're insane from not knowing how you do them? :\

[ShadowGonissa]

Hey, what can you do with a box of rubber bands or a spoon? You get the cards, DC. I'll edit my post.

[Valjean]

can we start nowwwww...??

[/whining]

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: Ooooo!! This is gonna be awesome! :D I guess I'll sorta start it off--If I may :))

A small cold body lies on the floor against some bushes, leaves, grass.....And a volcano. (OOC: :p lolz) Clutched tightly is a tiny gothic looking doll named Emily. The body is of a woman named Monica.....Monica Hibbs.

Monica opens her eyes quickly. She is covered in dirt and grime with her hair unkept and oily. She sits up still clutching her doll. Looking up towards the volcano, she smiles and speaks.

"Good morning great mother of fire! I see you have stayed the night well. I have slept well too....Except for these fleas which have chosen me as their dwelling place.....No matter! I welcome all creatures to my body! It is not my right to say whether or not they can partake of me and eat." :)

(OOC: LOLZ! My character is a nutcase :p)

Monica looks down at her doll and speaks to it, "Hello Emily. Did you sleep well?"

The doll stares back at Monica lifeless but it's dark cold eyes seem to speak at her. Monica hears the voice of Emily in her head.

"No you FOOL! You nearly suffocated me last night with all your grabbing!!"

Shocked and hurt, Monica sets Emily down on the floor and begins to offer apologies.

"I am sorry Emily!! Please forgive me.....I shall not do it again!"

Another voice speaks up. "Yes you will. Like you always do--You stupid girl."

Monica looks around to see who is talking to her. It is another one of them again....The mean one.

"No....I said that I--"

"Are you defying me?! MONICA??"

Monica cringes. "No....I am not oh Great one...."

"That's what I thought. Now go get some food into your pathetic body. We who inhabit you must feast."

"Yes my Master..." Says Monica with a sigh.

(OOC: Alrighty, how about them apples? lolz. If it's not suitable, tell me and I'll edit it =D)

[Valjean]

(ooc: "We who inhabit you must feast?" Sounds kinda like the fleas are talking to you...=P)

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: LOLZ! I know, isn't it great? My character is like demon possessed or something.)

[ShadowGonissa]

Right now.

Nine sedated prisoners travel in a high above helicopter, heavily guarded by military personel. They are handcuffed to their seats, shackled, and blindfolded with small blag bags. Unconsciously they travel to the unknown destination. They don't even know what they are doing in the helicopter, because the Madam specifically requested they not know.

One of the guards was annoyed. "It's so messed up."
"What, Conner?" another asked.
"These guys are all white."
"So?"
"So?!! Cops arrest brothers like there's no tomorrow, but who gets a chance for pardon? A bunch of whiteys!"
"Dude, shut up."
"Dansforth, there could be some black dudes getting a chance at the cash. All we want is a fair chance!"
"Conner, you really want to have some 'brothers' out fighting for their lives? I-"
A bark for an order silenced the two.
---

Fred "Silencer" Jenkins woke up, feeling drowsy. Boy was his prison mattress bumpy today, and dirty. Wait, dirty? Fred got up, rubbing his eyes. In an instant his head hit a roof of stone. He stumbled away, only to trip over a mop.

Muttering curses, Fred crawled away, realizing he was under a bridge. Pausing to look around, he noticed he was very close to falling into a river, so he got out from under. A blazing morning greeted him. To the north was the foot of some sort of mountain, and along with the bridge is a path. A jungle stretched out west, and the river, perpendicular to the path, flowed to the east.

"What do I do now?"

As if to answer, he heard strange scurrying sounds about him. Five small beasts ran right up to his position. They had six legs, but were tall enough to reach a foot and a half. Giant mandibles drooled drops of spit like waterfalls, and long tails swung back and forth. But Fred only noticed the strange silvery plates on the creatures' foreheads.

"Oooh, shiny....."
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S.D. Plissken opened his eyes. Nothing but blue, cloudless sky met his gaze. Wearily he got up, surveying his suroundings. He could see nothing but miles of sand in all directions, broken every so often by dying bushes. It was disheartening.

Something blue got S.D.'s attention. It was a small box, size enough to fit his hand. The cover of blue was only broken by a golden star, and the name "Anno Romisa". S.D. opened the box, and saw that it contained playing cards, with the same star and creepy name.

But the convict sighed. These wouldn't help him. He tossed the cards in the dirt. Sitting down on a large rock, S.D. pondered what his next action should be. While he noticed that it would shortly be noon, a large spike grew out of the rock, and the stone itself threw S.D. into the sand. He saw that it wasn't a rock, but a huge scorpion with a turtleish shell. Its stinger rose up to slay the intruder.
---

Jack Corthez "Ripper II" breathed deep.

"What a pleasant forest this is." Jack mused. "I like it."

But the trees, vines, and thorns lacked animal occupants. They grey trunks had no raccoons or squirrels, the undergrowth had only one or two bugs since Jack had woken up, and the upper leaves sheltered no walking felines. But the sound of birds was heard above and all around.

This disturbed Jack, but a small pair of rusty scissors cheered him right up. It would be able to kill the nasty birds. He petted it gently. His pet.

However, it wouldn't necessarily have helped him even if he had noticed the two forest-green owls swooping down behind him.
---

Armand Vitros "Alexandr" stood tall in the sunlight. The cliff he stood upon overlooked the vast ocean, and the blue crashed upon the below shore as the kinglike Armand.

This would certainly be his kingdom. Armand was the only one who knew the truth about this place. He had fooled his stupid guards by pretending to be sedated, and thus heard everything they said about being on an island for a tv show. But who was this "Madam" person?

"Verruckten Amerikanere." Armand muttered. "For their own good, they best pray I do not win. For this is the age of Alexandr, and none shall be able to resist my strength! Heil!"

With this last yell he raised his worth septre, a plastic spoon, to the ocean.

"Dam' spoon." he muttered. "Could I not receive some more worth object? It will do for the moment."

The growl of a large dog/bear monster sounded behind him.

"Ah," Armand said. "You shall be the first of my many victories!"
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Joe Smith woke with a sharp pain in his back. And boy was he cold.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" he shouted in agony, and to spur a reaction from the guards. Only there were no guards.

"Dang."

A hardened surface of coral greeted Joe as he looked around his salt-water prison. A tiny island stood in the east, tiny enough to only show a small spot of grass. To the west and south lay a bigger land mass. Maybe he could swim to it, if he weren't stuck in the coral.

A shark swam in the distance. Joe hoped the coral would protect him, or maybe it would just pass by. But no, the coral had torn the skin on his ankle, and the blood atracted the beast. What's more, there was a path in the coral that led the monster right to the poor Joe.

What was this white thing on the coral. Joe reached for it. A coupon for 20% off of facelifts, expired a year ago.

Joe's malediction was long and loud.
---

Neal "Hawk" Somet saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. He stood up, reaching around for a wall or something. He tripped on something on the ground, smacking his head on what appeared to be a large stone pillar.

"Ow...."

He felt around. The ground was dustly and of rock, pebbles scattered about. Leaning against the pillar he tried to feel more. Something came into contact with his hand. A brand new sterling silver fork. Neal grabbed it tight, as the one last thing that his sanity hinged on.

"Ah, fork." he said, thinking about how a fork could help him.

But would it help save him from the scurrying creatures that approached? Four sets of eight shining eyes appeared before him, the only things visible in the darkness.
---

Tom "Magmaniac" Blazevic woke in a shabby little bed.

"Must be my lucky day." he muttered. "The guards are letting me sleep."

Deciding to take advantage of this, Tom shifted his position and went back to dreams. He sighed in contentment. But if he had looked around, he would have seen the innards of an apparently abandoned wooden hut. Besides his bed, there was an empty dresser, two broken windows, and a box of grade-A rubberbands on the dirt floor.

And if he were awake, he would have also seen the cow. And he would have known that this was no ordinary cow. Its sharp teeth, blackish-purple hide, and long, lean body revealed to no one that it was, of all things, a boycow. It bent over the sleeping Tom and opened its jaws.
;)
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Agent Smith was stunned. Where the heck was this? A labyrinth hallway full of dusty metal siding for walls, ceilings, and floors? Who makes houses like this?

He tapped on the metal, and it echoed out around the halls, distorting poor Smith further. There was a path in all four directions, but Smith was not hasty to make a decision. Something black was at his feet.

"Good, my sunglasses."

Putting them on, Smith felt ready for anything. But he wasn't, as a box full of broken disks fell on his head, from some unknown place.

"Dangit!"

Picking up a piece while rubbing his sore head, he noticed the words "Bryco Inc." on one side of a mostly intact disk.

"What does it mean?" he said aloud. For once he noticed his voice echo. It was spooky. But now what was he to do? Which path was the right one? Obviously not the one to his left, because there emerged a lizard similar to a Komodo dragon, only ten times as large.
---

Monica Hibbs, "the Black Widow", pouted. She was high up on a mountain, high enough to know that it was a volcano. Magma wasn't visible for the moment, but a harsh wind blew heat about her.

"Isn't it hot up here, Emily?" Monica asked her little rag doll with the red hair and blue dress. "I bet you would like to go down now, wouldn't you?"

Making the doll nod, Monica looked down.

"Wow, it's steep. I better keep you safe."

Tucking the doll into her orange jumsuit, Monica started the long climb down. Rocks slipped out from under her, and the ones that held her hands weren't very large, but she made good progress.

"Look below, Emily. There's a spring of water. I sure could use something to drink. Mister Volcano, could you stick out some more stones for me to climb down on, please?"

Nothing happened.

"Thank you!"

And thus the female convict was too busy to notice the huge slug coming from her right, ready to slurp up it's most available victim.

Go people!

[ShadowGonissa]

Naughty PC. Never start without leave. your post is negated.

[Dark_Soul74]

Ummm....I...uhhh....don't die? (Can't really do much to a giant lizard but run...)

Edit: Not running. What are my surroundings like? More in-depth please, anytihng of use?

[Modred]

(ooc: plastic spoon???? I was under the impression that I lifted a metal one...plastic is useless...changes my strategy entirely...

btw, you captured my characters personality perfectly ;) )

Aleksandr turned and faced the fell beast that was creeping up behind him. He smiles a wicked grin and breaks the scoop of the spoon off to make a jagged, though weak, point. As the animal draws near, he makes jabbing motions with his makeshift blade and tauntingly laughs in attempt to provoke the creature to charge him.

[OboeGuru]

(ooc: Play with your own surroundings Dark_Soul, do you want Gonissa to just lay out your storyline for you?)

'Silencer' Jenkins bent to peer closer at the metal plate when one of the creatures spit on his head and melted away most of his hair. "Holy shit, acid!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

Fred instantly lost his focus on the shiny object and his bloodlust roared forth. With great speed, Fred deftly immobilized three beasts by whacking off their legs and killed two by ramming the mop handle through their bodies. 'Silencer' used the wide cotton-finger end to remove the heads of the incapacitated beasts and threw the two dead carcasses into the river. They sunk. Seconds later, the blood came bubbling to the surface as creatures on the river floor tore the beasts to shreds. "Thank goodness I didn't fall in... so east is out unless I follow the edge. Heck knows what might be lurking in that jungle or in the mountains, but at least there might be cover around there, the sun is beating down something awful."

Fred was torn between the mountains and the jungle. "Well, I'm less likely to get lost in the mountains, so north it is." Fred sets out over the bridge toward the mountains. Trusty mop ought to come in handy negotiating those cliffs. "Tally-ho!"

Suddenly Fred remembered the three carcasses. "...A raft! Well let's see, the jungle ought to have some vines for rope." Fred carries the carcasses with him to the forest. Vines were indeed not difficult to find, and he had fashioned a beasty raft in no time. But somehow he doubted the integrity. He remembered the dismembered heads with the giant mandibles. Those ought to make good wood-cutting tools. He fetched the heads and cut down four trees to fashion a proper and strong raft and bound it together with all the vines he could muster. The result was astounding. "Best... raft... ever!" He laid the carcasses on the raft, for either consumption or bait or as a warding-off tool, no sense in wasting what may be useful.

Fred launched the raft and floated down east, using his mop as a makeshift oar and having kept the last mandible (he had broken the rest making the raft) as a weapon. "Tally-ho, for real this time!"

[ShadowGonissa]

Darksoul, your are in a place with all metal walls, floors, and ceilings, and it is a labyrinth (maze). What else do you need to know?

Apparently, Armand didn't take his battle seriously enough. The dog-bear mauled him, but fortunately its interest was not sparked by the convict. He wanted the spoon. It growled at the now unconscious man for breaking it, and dived off the cliff into the water.

-you lose five fight points.

-Jenkins won 7 fight points in his fight, and if he uses the mandible in battle, add three to the total. But not if it is lost or tossed aside.

And it was, because Jenkins was forced to hold on with both hands to the raft. The waters grew harsh, and tossed his raft back and forth.

[Demon_Child]

S.D. Plissken opened his eyes. Nothing but blue, cloudless sky met his gaze. Wearily he got up, surveying his suroundings. He could see nothing but miles of sand in all directions, broken every so often by dying bushes. It was disheartening.

Something blue got S.D.'s attention. It was a small box, size enough to fit his hand. The cover of blue was only broken by a golden star, and the name "Anno Romisa". S.D. opened the box, and saw that it contained playing cards, with the same star and creepy name.

But the convict sighed. These wouldn't help him. He tossed the cards in the dirt. Sitting down on a large rock, S.D. pondered what his next action should be. While he noticed that it would shortly be noon, a large spike grew out of the rock, and the stone itself threw S.D. into the sand. He saw that it wasn't a rock, but a huge scorpion with a turtleish shell. Its stinger rose up to slay the intruder.

Without making any sudden movements, Snake slowly grabbed a handful of sand and deftly flung it into the eyes of the beast temporarily blinding it. With the scorpion blinded, Snake wasted no time in getting behind the Scorpion w/o making any kinds of vibrations to alert the scorpion of his actions. Once he was behind the scorpion he then reached for and and grab a hold of the scorpion's stinger to dislodge it from the creature's body. Once he had a good hold of the stinger, Snake pulled at the stinger with all of his might. A snapping sound is heard as he ripped the stinger completely off of the scorpion's tail. The stinger measures in at about 6 inches in length and weighs about 2 pounds.

The scorpion screams in agony as it's stinger is ripped from it's tail and a stards to move around eratically while still being blinded by the sand that was flung into it's face. Snake dodges the frantically swinging claws and procedes to analyse a weak point to the scorpion's hard carapace. He found the perfect spot to attack as he crawled underneath to avoid the swinging claws. Once underneath he punctured a hole into the abdoman and proceeded to rip the abdoman open with the scorpion's own tail. The scorpion's blood gushed out from the gash that Plissken had made. Within minutes, the scorpion slowly layed itself down on the ground from the lack of blood with it's eyes growing foggy. The scorpion continues to move it's legs as if still fighting for survival for another 20 seconds until they too had finally moved no more.

Having slain the scorpion, SD decided that it would be wise to make use of his prey and begin to tear pieces of the Scorpion's carapace off and customize his already unfashionable prison wardrobe with additions such as a helmet along with some body armor. Once he was finished with customizing his wardrobe, SD then buried the remains into the ground to have the scorpion cooked from the ground as he looked around with his unpatched eye for a flat edged rock to which he can use it as a tool for cutting. After examining the ground SD had found exactly what he was looking for lying next to the pack of cards and decided to pick up both the deck of cards and the flat edged rock.

As Noon approached Snake opened the deck of playing cards and grabbed about 7 cards to use to fan himself as he waited for his meal to finish cooking so he can eat something better than the slop that they fed him at prison.

(OOC: If any of you have eaten a pig that was cooked from the ground, then you will know where I am coming from. Not to mention that scorpions are also immune to their own venom which is why it died with the lack of blood. As you can plainly see, I have done my homework. ;))

[Protosschick99]

Naughty PC. Never start without leave. your post is negated.
(OOC: lolz moted! Alrighty chick--Here I go to start another "legal" post :p)

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Monica Hibbs, "the Black Widow", pouted. She was high up on a mountain, high enough to know that it was a volcano. Magma wasn't visible for the moment, but a harsh wind blew heat about her.

"Isn't it hot up here, Emily?" Monica asked her little rag doll with the red hair and blue dress. "I bet you would like to go down now, wouldn't you?"

Making the doll nod, Monica looked down.

"Wow, it's steep. I better keep you safe."

Tucking the doll into her orange jumsuit, Monica started the long climb down. Rocks slipped out from under her, and the ones that held her hands weren't very large, but she made good progress.

"Look below, Emily. There's a spring of water. I sure could use something to drink. Mister Volcano, could you stick out some more stones for me to climb down on, please?"

Nothing happened.

"Thank you!"

And thus the female convict was too busy to notice the huge slug coming from her right, ready to slurp up it's most available victim.
Monica places her foot on another rock steadily climbing down. She looks up at the sky and smiles.

"Good morning great sky mother! Isn't it a beautiful da---AHHHHHH!!!!" She screams.

Monica is staring at the huge slug which is coming her way. But then she gains her composure, she isn't use to seeing creatures like this everyday.

She tries to smile at the creature and says, "Why hello Mr. slug--How are you today?"

The slug snarls out her revealing two large fangs.

"Oh.....Not too good huh?

The slug growls.

"You're hungry?? Well, I'd help you find something to eat but....."

The slug growls again.

"You want to eat.....Me?"

Monica's expression has changed. She is a few hundred feet up in the air and this slug wants to eat her??

All of a sudden, a voice comes to her. "Climb down faster you idiot! Go go go!!"[/i]

Monica obeys and starts to climb down faster. As she is in a hurry with the slug closing in on her, her foot slips and she begins to fall, using her reflexes, she grabs for a rock and holds on for dear life. The pain of her body falling and then being stopped by one hand pangs all throughout her arm.

"Ahhh!!!" She yells.

Looking about herself she speaks to the volcano, "Excuse me Great mother of fire......But could you help me out here?

The slug closes in faster. All of a sudden, the volcano makes a rumbling sound which causes the slug to freak out. But it keeps on going for Monica.

Monica looks down, not much left to get down to the ground......It's not that steep either. "Maybe if I slid down....What do you think voices?" Asks Monica to the voices in her head.

Nothing answers back. Sighing, Monica turns around with her back to the volcano, she lets go of her hold and starts to slide down the volcano cringing with pain as the sharp rocks poke her and cut her backside.

(OOC: Okay I can't think up anything else, give me a few hours and I'll be back, lolz.)

[Scorch]

Very wierd. Room for another?

[Dark_Soul74]

(Gah. Fine)

I grab a sheet of metal walling and fling it like a discus at the creatures throat. Hoping for a positive outcome on the first, I grab another to use as a shield and fling another one at it's head.

(I don't like writing the outcomes. It just isn't my style. And now Gonissa can't yell at me! Unless she liked the siding...)

[Magmaniac]

(MOOOOOOOO!!) The cow leaned over Mag's face and opened it's fanged jaws. A drop of spit dripped down onto Mag's cheek. He opened his eyes suddenly and let out a bloodcurtling shriek. The cow flinched. Magmaniac jumped up and quicky took control of the situation. He ran over to the window and broke off a large peice of glass. He jumped on the cow's back and started to stab it furiously in the back. The evil cow tried to jump around madly but the small area in the hut restricted it. It was over shortly.

Magmaniac looked around the room to asess the situation. He found the rubber bands, and broke off as many peices of glass as he could. He started out of the hut but stopped and looked back over his shoulder. He used the glass to carve out some of the fangs that the cow had. He put them in his pocket and started out the door.

Magmaniac had a sudden craving for some milk...

[Holjfie]

Joe grabbed a piece of the coral and threw it at the shark.

[ShadowGonissa]

The shark grabbed Joe's foot nevertheless, tasting the man to see if he would be a good dish. Joe screamed in pain as the shark gave him a munch. Deciding that Joe was not good enough for a meal, the shark spit him out. He swam as well as he could to the shore, even despite the fact that his foot was bleeding profusely. grabbing at an underwater plant, Joe used it to stop the bleeding once he got to shore.
- minus 5 flight points.
---

As Magmaniac exited the tiny hut, he came into the apparent center of the villiage, marked by a large egg-shaped stone. He peered at strange scratch marks on the side. It said, "MOO mo momoo mom mom MMMMMMOOOOOOO!!"

"What?"

Suddenly he heard the sound of three more boycows behind him. These made no move to fight, but instead stared at him with wide eyes. One of them sounded a low moo. Tom was stunned, uncertain. The cow to Tom's right slowly approached him, silently as it nuzzled his hand. It mooed to the others, and all three were soon nuzzling and gently chomping on Tom's orange suit.

"Well, okay..."

-Gain 8 fight points from the battle.
---

Monica fled down the volcano, but the slug still followed, even more quickly than the frightened con. So Monica did the only thing she thought of to do in her fright. She threw Emily at the slug. As the beast tried to eat the doll, it suddenly started to twitch strangely as if it had an alergic reaction to the dyes in Emily's clothing. It fell sick, retreating to die.

The sad Monica picked up her now slimy doll. "I'm sorry, Emily, I didn't mean to throw you. Please don't be angry....Emily...."

"HOW ABOUT I THROW YOU AT A BAD GUY NEXT TIME??!!" Emily raged.

Monica started to shake uncontrollably, falling the rest of the way down from the volcano.
-plus four fight points, minus two flight points
---

The Dragon didn't die, so Agent Smith decided he should jump into the hole he made in the wall. It was dark, but Smith wouldn't dare stop. Still, the dragon was faster. Slits of light appeared before him. Pushing out the grate that caused the slits, Agent Smith found himself in a large chamber. Turning back, he didn't see the dragon smack him in the face.

His sunglasses fell to the ground, broken. Looking up with an anger never before beheld, well...the dragon didn't have a chance. Poor dragon.

Looking around the room, Smith found only a desk with a computer on it. Turning off the pretty star screen saver, he saw a blue screen with the words Bryco Inc. on it, and also a box asking for a password. Smith took his hand and put it against the screen.

"Enter!"

Nothing happened. Smith cursed.

Trying the disk drive, "Enter!"

Still nothing.

"Aw man, they must have installed a program that prevents me from entering this computer."
-gain ten fight points.
---

Scorch, I'll let you get in later. But for now, just chill and send pm me your stats if you want in.

Notice: tomorrow our first contestant dies. The one who dies will be determined by a combination of flight and fight points. This number will be rounded down to the nearest number divisible by five, and for each five points you get a sheet of paper with your name on it. I'll draw papers, and whoever I pick gets to live, and I take the rest of their papers from the pile for later use. This goes on until only one person's papers are left. That character dies, in the most gruesome way I can think of. Hehe.

[Dark_Soul74]

I'll take one of the floppy's that was too broken for use apart, and use the parts to fix my sunglasses, as well as mend up some siding to make some more disks to throw, as well a shield, sword, and as good of a suit of armor as I can get.

I'll also take the mouse from the computer, as well as various other cables, and anything that may be of use(I'm not going to break anything, though). I'm also going to take the desk apart(and the chair if there is one) to make clubs or more armor. I'll take skin from the dragon to fill in the gaps and make a holder for my weapons and other items, as well as making spiked gauntlets and shoes from the claws. Using the teeth, I put the finishing touches on my shield and other equipment.

After finishing, I feel ready for just about anything. Except maybe Y2K...

[Modred]

Armand awoke groggily after laying unconscious for nearly half and hour. As he stood he recalled the beast he had faced, and remarked, "Now that didn't go as well as planned...and it took my spoon."

He walked away from the cliff in search of other potential victories, determined to make up for his previous embarassment.

[Protosschick99]

Monica skids on the earthen floor and stops. She is covered in dirt and small amounts of blood and has bruises everywhere.

Laying in the dirt a while she feels her whole body ache in pain.

"I'm sorry great dirt of the earth......I hope that I did not fall on you hard enough...." Says Monica as she apologizes.

Pulling Emily out of her jumpsuit, she looks at the doll and speaks.

"You okay Emily?"

"What do you think Monica?! You nearly KILLED ME!! How DARE YOU do such a thing!!" Screamed Emily.

"I-I'm sorry Emily.....I'll be careful next time....." mutters Monica.

"Hey YOU!" Says a voice all of a sudden.

Monica looks around herself as she sits up painfully.

"Who's that??" She asks.

"Over here!"

Monica searches frantically for the new voice.

"Down here stupid!!"

Monica's eyes fall upon a rock. Crawling on her hands and knees, she shuffles over to it and picks it up.

"Are you talking to me Mr. Rock?"

"The name's Rocky--Get it right numnuts." Says the voice in her head.

"Oh wow--Rocky! What a wonderful name for a geologic deity!!" Exclaims Monica. "What can I do for you Rocky sir?"

"First of all you can get me away from this volcano! Second of all, I want you to make me an offering!"

Monica looks at the rock confused.

"An offering? Of what? And why? You didn't do me any favors...."

"Do you DARE oppose me child?? Don't make me cause an earthquake!! I want you to sacrifice something to me! Blood!! I require blood! If I don't get blood I shall get angry!"

Looking at the rock a bit frightened, Monica nods.

"Yes rocky.....But.....Where will I find a living sacrifice?"

All of a sudden, rocky causes Monica to hit herself in the head with the rock.

"OWW!!" She yells.

"Use your head you imbecile! Look what I made you do! If I can do that, then I can cause an earthquake!"

Monica rubs the side of her head....It hurts.....

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: Gah, you go too faaaaaaaaassssssttttt! Stupid school, yeesh. Ummm interssting start, here ve go!)

"Sugar?" Neal asked the eyes, remembering his old dog that had got lost once. "Sugar? Where are we? Is this heaven?" Neal asked feeling his way around, watching the eyes blink.

"Aww, Sugar, you had babies?" Neal asked, he became suddenly very happy, the thought that his dog had had babies. "They grow up so fast..." Neal muttered, wiping his eye with a dirty finger.

"Ouuuuuuuuuch!" yelled Neal, his scream echoing off into the depths of the darkness. "Sugar tell your babies not to bite me!" he said sternly. But another bite told him that these weren't Sugar's puppies, they weren't even puppies.

"Rats? RAAAAAAAAAAAATS!!!!" shrieked Neal in terror, running blindly around in the darkness. The thought of the rodents swarming over him made him weak with fear. Neal walked backwards at a furious pace, trying his best to stay away from the glinting eyes, the beckons of pain.

"Gah!" Neal gasped as he fell on his back, tripping over something hard. A clatter near his head reminded him of his fork. "Forkey! You can save me from these furballs!" yelled Neal, reaching out for his beloved toy, an object he tresured and respected from his early youth.

Feeling the coolness of the steel fork, Neal grasped it and in one swipe, brought it around to his front. He swung wildly at the eyes, everytime he hit something solid he would flail the spoon till he heard a klunk, then he would flail some more.

"Forkey I love you!" Neal said, as the fork came into contact with another rat, "you're always there for meeeee."

[ShadowGonissa]

Neal's battle was over
-Gain six fight points.

Thus done, he wandered about the blindness, feeling for walls.

"Now, I remember the principle of making it out of mazes. You hang on to the left wall and keep going until you find an exit."

Being a very boring process, Neal had lots of time to think about how hungry and groggy he was, and how much he wanted to email his mother. She had always stood by him, and even gave him his first fork. A little plastic baby fork. He used it to eat peas. They would run about his plate, but eventually Neal learned that they don't move if you stab them quickly. This skill would come in handy many years later.

Oh wait, he couldn't email his mom. She had died, just four months ago. Being in prison, Neal never got to say goodbye. He teared up, crying out,

"Mom, I love you!"

Suddenly a light appeared.

"Mom, are you helping me from beyond?"

It was just the light coming through the cracks of a trap door. Climbing up, Neal found a computer against a wall. Thanking his mother, he tried to turn it on.

"Hey, what happened to the cables?"

He turned, finding Agent Smith with his bizarre armor.

"HOW DARE YOU!!"
----

Alright peeps. As you know, somebody dies tonight. I'm going to determine who. Brb.

[Dark_Soul74]

(OOC: Sorry Blackie, you know too much. :))

For some reason, my mind goes on a killing rampage from the recent near-loss of my sunglasses. 'Hawk' turns into my archfoe, Neo , and I reach for my weapons...

Edit: Do I get any bonuses from my stuff?

[ShadowGonissa]

No, Darkie, you don't. Just two temporary fight points if you use them as weapons. not each, just two.

I now know who's going to die. The lucky nonwinner is....

Neal and Smith fight. Neal is trashed, but manages to rip all the armor off of Smith, who was too annoyed to try and put his armor back together, instead choosing to explore.
-Neal loses five fight points, gains 2 flight points. Smith gains five points, loses two flight points.
---

Tom petted his new friends, the three boycows. They nuzzled him, and it ticked.

"Hehe...HAHA....oh my....AAAAAAAAugh...OWWAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!"

That's the sound of Tom being tickled, then his skin being ripped off by the cows.

"That does not feel too good, does it, Mr. Blazevic?" a female asian voice said flawlessly. "It would have helped if you knew what it said on the rock. The many 'moos' mean that the one who kills a boycow will be made into a purse, living as the cow torture him."

Tom screamed in pain, feeling the teeth, hooves, and blood trickling down.

"Not so special a way to die, but it is a fitting death for you, who has been guilty of so much. I do not regret this turn of events, nor did I bring it on. Moomo mo moo!"

This last bit was to the boycows, who paused and walked a bit away from Tom, who saw a lovely Indian woman in jeans and a black robe-ish shirt. She smiled.

"Goodbye Mr. Blazevic. It has been fun to play with you."

"Go.....to..Hell!" Tom spurted.

"No, I don't think I will. Too hot. Moo, moo omo omoo. MOO."

With the sound of this command, the three cows simeoltaneously lifted and dropped their hooves on Tom's bleeding head to put him out of his misery. The asian woman let the boycows take his skin away, then put Tom's items aside, and his body under the rock with the cow scratches. Covering it with oil, she lit a match. The ashes remained, but the woman did not.

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: Uhhh, wth just happened? Could someone explain what the "fight points" and "flight points" are? And did I just like die and get kicked from the RPG or something? Help?)

[Dark_Soul74]

(BH, you are fine. You gained flight points, which means you are better at running, though you lost fight points, which makes you less likely to win a fight. With my roughly 40 fight points, I don't think anyone else will want to fight me :D)

I'll go down the path the dragon came from, after arming myself with the proper items(The cables aren't my armor, mind you, just for anything I'll need them, so I save 'em, along with anything else useful I can scavenge.)

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: Ohhhh, okay well she said something about "someone's going to die tonight" and I thought by "Neal's trashed" I died. Meh, I'll probably die anyway, but I'll keep going!)

"Mommy? Mommmmmmmmmy?" Neal was falling in and out of conciousness, his whole body numb from the pain it had taken from "Agent Smith".

"Ahhh, Mommy can I get a band-aid? My boo-boos are stinging..." Neal whined, hobbling along in the rain forest outside the cave he was stuck in. "Mommy where are you?"

***

"Nealy wheely, what are you doing silly?" said a women's voice from somewhere above. She picked Neal up and spun him around, making airplane noises as Neal soured above her.

"Wheee" the boy exlaimed in the innocent joy of a child.

Placing the child, Neal, on the ground she gave him a slight push towards the washroom. "Go wash up for dinner, honey".

"Are we having peas? Please say we're having peas, they are so much fun to catch!" giggled Neal, running off to wash his hands.

Neal returned to the table quickly, eagerly picking up his fork, ready to go "pea hunting" as he liked to call it. When his mom placed the ceramic plate in front of him, he quickly dove for the peas, ignoring the chicken wings and mashed potatoes.

"I'll get you!" Neal shrieked, giggling as his fork slowly stalked a couple of peas, like a tiger stalks a young deer.

***

"Mommy, look at the peas run. Don't worry though! I'll get them!" Neal yelled into the night. "Mo-mom?" he asked, looking around at the dark forest, and then up at the stars he could barely make out between the small openings in the forest's canopy.

"The stars...I wonder if you're up there Mommy...Are you enjoying yourself?" Neal asked in a whisper, gazing up at the stars, a man of nature at heart.

"Watch me as I sleep Mommy...watch me....w-atch m-m-me" mumbled Neal, stiffling a yawn before lying down in a particularily comfortable patch of moss, hugging his silver spoon like a teddy bear.

[OboeGuru]

Jenkins won 7 fight points in his fight, and if he uses the mandible in battle, add three to the total. But not if it is lost or tossed aside.

And it was, because Jenkins was forced to hold on with both hands to the raft. The waters grew harsh, and tossed his raft back and forth.
"WOOOOT!!! Whitewater rapids!" Fred watched as his mandible washed overboard, "Crap, I knew I should have tied that down..."

The current settles down, and Fred takes a nap on the raft. He awakens to find his raft scuttled on a jutting sand bank connected to a small land mass. He sees only water to his left right and behind. "Oh shit, where am I? That was one long nap!" He drags his raft to the nearby woods and conceals it, not even a hawk could spot it. Fred explores the perimeter of the land, Man, it feels like I'm going in a giant loop. He came across the point where he his the raft. "Crap, that was a loop, this is an ISLAND!!!" It was then he spotted the full-grown wolf that had been following him; a rather hungry wolf by the look of it. It started to accelerate towards him. Fred grabbed his trusty mop and prepared to repel the beast, swinging the pole down onto the wolf's head, stunning it temporarily. Fred regained his composure was set to attack again and charged at the wolf, who just then got up and moved to bite Fred's leg. Fred quickly dodged and parried the bite with the cloth-fingered end of the mop, but the wolf bit onto that end and wouldn't let go. Fred remembered the forest. He led the wolf to the trees walking backwards, careful not to let it catch him off-guard.

Once close enough and confident the wolf was still tightly attached to the mop, he swung the wolf around with the mop and into a thick tree. The tree impacted the wolf square in the ribs, causing it to let go of the mop. Fred noticed a sharp bone fragment. Not wanting the wolf to suffer unduly, he slit its throat with the fragment.

While letting the wolf bleed out, Fred explored the interior of the island some, and discovered some vines with elastic properties. "Sweet deal!" Fred hunted around for thick, sturdy branches with a Y shape. He found 3. With the elastic vines, he fashioned 3 solid slingshots and also used some to make a small whip. He attached each to his raft for the time being.

The wolf, now drying out from losing all its blood and from being in the sun, began to smell rank. "Yech, I'd better wash this out if I'm gonna use it." So he did. And then let it dry completely.

Fred used part of the wolfskin to fashion two ammunition pouches for his slingshots and more to create a belt/holsters for his slingshots. Fred Jenkins: ready for anything. Sorta. "I wish I hadn't lost that mandible..." An idea struck him. "...Bones!" All through the night, he began grinding the wolf bones into blades using large boulders and sharpened shore stones.

[Demon_Child]

(BH, you are fine. You gained flight points, which means you are better at running, though you lost fight points, which makes you less likely to win a fight. With my roughly 40 fight points, I don't think anyone else will want to fight me :D)

I'll go down the path the dragon came from, after arming myself with the proper items(The cables aren't my armor, mind you, just for anything I'll need them, so I save 'em, along with anything else useful I can scavenge.)

[OOC: My character could take your character on, though if Gonny doesn't give my character any points for his role, then I am going to subtract some points from Gonny's RPM'ing. (Role Play Master) ;)]

It is midday and the desert sun has cooked the fallen scorpion that Snake had slain within minutes to perfection. As he takes a bite of the Scorpion's meat, he can't help but savor the flavor of his meal since it tasts much better than the gruel that the prison cafeteria served. Once he was finished eating he decided to take the overcooked and dried strips of the scorpion meat that look like beef jerky along to use as rations. The temperature was beginning to increase. He decided to search for a cave or perhaps a nearby town or risk becomming dinner for the vultures, so he grabbed all of his things and traveled to the begin traveling torwards the East.

After what seems like hours have passed, Snake found what would appear to be a small indian villiage off in the distance, so he goes to have a closer look to see if this is a real villiage or a mirage. As he got closer he noticed something that resembles smoke rising froim the villiage and his thought of denial about the villiage being a mirage had completely vanished, but a sense of uneasiness as he drew closer to the villiage begins to linger in his mind. Snake squinted his right eye to have a better look at the inhabitants of the village ands was shocked to find that the inhabitants of the village didn't look like they were Human, more like cows walking on their hind legs. The cow type creatuires didn't seem botherd by his prescense as he drew closer. The creatures eventually looked at Snake for a second or two as he got closer, but then went back to what they were doing again.

Once he entered the village, he noticed that there was a bonfire located at its center. Snake cocks his head to the left at the site of an entire village filled with what two legged cows. Three of the cow creatures were sitting at the fire with stick in their hand to what appeared they were cooking either marshmallows or hot dogs, each were saying "Moo" in a rather hearty manner. To his left he sees a small hut and an egg shaped stone with the words "MOO mo momoo mom mom MMMMMMOOOOOOO!!" scratched on it. To his right he sees a large, yet well decorated hut with a carpet leading torwards the threshold. "That is probably the leader's hut," snake thought to himself as he walked to the carpeted hut. As he walked to the hut, he heard the sound of hooves clomping on the ground behind him and turns around and sees two small calves followed behind him curiously. Snake suddenly stopped walking and turned around to have a look at the two young inhabitants of the village. "I don't suppose any of you would understand the words that are coming out of my mouth, would you?" Snake asked to his followers. The two yound cow creatures looked at each other, looked back at Snake, said "Moo. Mooo." and pointed towards the large hut with the carpet. Snake then replied the word "Thanks." back to the two cow creatures who in turn gave him a smile with their jagged teeth. Snake slowly reached for the jerkey'd scorpion meat, broke off a few pieces, placed a piece in his mouth, and then offered the other pieces to the two cow creatures as a reward, but the two young calves happily refused Snake's offer and walked off torwards another hut in the village.

Snake turrned around and continues his way torwards the large hut. When Snake got to the hut, he closely examined the carpet and saw a tag near the corner that says "Made in Moooxico." "Moooxico?! Where the hell Mooxico and where the hell am I?" Snake thought to himself as he examines the designs on the carpet. Once he is finished looking over the carpet Snake looks up and sees an older looking cow creature with a grey colored beard sitting on a wooden throne looking back at him. Snake walked up to the creature, kneels to one knee as if he were addressing a matriarch and says, "I don't suppose you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?" After a short pause the bearded creature, replies to Snake saying "I know about yooor language than yooo know mine, human. My name is Moolvin and I am the chieftain of this village." "Call me, Snake." Snake replied as reached for his deck of cards and showed them to Moolvin. "I am looking for someone named, Anno Romisa. Does that name sound familiar to you?" Moolvin pauses for a second to look at the deck of cards closely, then replies. "I know of that name, but I can't give it tooo yooo." "Why not?" countered Snake. "First yooo must test yooor worth tooo me." "That figures." Snake thought to himself and then replied back. "What would you want from me, then?" "Yooo are tooo fight against the villages's most powerful warrior and my only daughter, Mooorgan. If you can win, then I'll tell you what you need to know, but if you lose, then you will die. Are yooo willing tooo accept the challenge, Snake?" Replied Moolvin. "Consider it done, Moolvin. I accept the challenge." Snake said as he shook Moolvin's hoof accepting his challenge.


(OOC: I could go on for hours with this, but I need some time to write my "DK" story. Not to mention that I also am trying to be somewhat logical, since I know my character won't be near any oceans, mountains, or forests while in the middle of the desert so I figured to stick with the village to which Magmaniac started from.)

[Dark_Soul74]

(Say what you want :p Also, it might please you to know that BF is down. But, now I can't see if anyone responded to my compy question....:()

Continuing down the path the dragon came from, Agent Smith finds himself in a dusty ruin. Searching for the exit, I come upon a group of rats. The lead one is about three times the size of a large dog. The small remnant of my human personality takes over as I mutter "It's a big 'un." I whip out my weapons, and prepare to kill.

[ShadowGonissa]

The rats laugh at Agent Smith, and begin to tear him apart. Luckily for Smith, they all fled away. Unluckily for Smith, they ran because of the approach of the big MamaJama Rat, who threw the agent several yards away, squeaked in disapproval, then left.
-minus ten fight points.

[Dark_Soul74]

Well, that sucks...

I tend my wounds and fix up my weapons, and continue on to try to find an exit.

[OboeGuru]

Hey Gonissa, what about the novella-esque developments with me and DC? Not giving us point changes???

[Protosschick99]

Monica walks quickly through the jungle searching for anything that could be used as a sacrifice to Rocky.

But first, she must make a weapon of some sort. Searching for a stick that may serve as a club she looks around and spots some bamboo (OOC: Does bamboo grow here?) and tries to rip it out of it's resting place.

After a long time of trying to force it's way out of the ground, Monica is successful as she rips it up from the pond that it subsides at.

"I am sorry Mr. Bamboo, but you are desperately needed in order to please Rocky. I hope you aren't angry at me...."

"Just hurt me why don't you?!" screams the bamboo at her.

Shocked, Monica looks at the bamboo and says, "You're not gonna hurt me too are you? I said was sorry.....It's just that I need you or I'll get killed."

"I missed the part where that was my problem!"

Gaining some boldness, Monica swings the thick piece of bamboo against a huge tree.

"Sorry tree!!" She yells.

"AHHH!!!" Screams the bamboo. "You'll pay for this you STUPID GIRL!!"

Wondering where Rocky's voice has gone to try and defend her, Monica swings the bamboo at the tree again as if trying to kill something--that is already dead.

The bamboo swings itself in Monica's hands towards her head--*SMACK!!*

It smacks her against her head and she howls in pain. She drops the stick to the floor and holds her head in her hands--Bamboo hurts....

Then she remembers Emily.....Pulling Emily out of her jumpsuit, she shows the doll to the bamboo stick.

"Touch me again and I'll sick Emily on you you vile piece of Bamboo!!!!"

Seemingly out of nowhere, the bamboo stick hurls itself at Monica this time jabbing her in the stomach. Getting the wind knocked out of her, she falls to the floor and grabs at her now aching stomach.

"Ha! I told you that you would pay for ripping me out of my home you HOME WRECKER!!"

Monica sits up and looks at the piece of bamboo, disturbed at the fact that it would know about her past, she screams at it, "How dare you bring up my past!!!! You have no idea why I killed all eight of my husbands!!!"

The piece of bamboo laughs, "Eight? You killed eight men? Oh my God you really are a home wrecker....." The bamboo smirks and begins to laugh at her and Monica doesn't like that.

Monica stands to her feet and throws Emily at it as it lies on the floor.

"SICK 'EM EMILY!!" she screams.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Yells Emily. Emily lands on top of the piece of bamboo and just lays there.

Wondering what happened, Monica then remembers Rocky. She takes Rocky out of her pocket and holds him high above her head. She jumps on top of the bamboo and hits it with Rocky with all her might.

"DIE YOU EVIL STICK OF BAMBOO!!!!" She screams.

"HEY!! That's hurts!!" Yells the voice of Rocky.

Scared that she might hurt Rocky again, Monica stops hitting the piece of bamboo. As soon as she stops, the voice of the bamboo stops as well.

She smiles victoriously---She killed the bamboo!!

Now that this is done, she searches for some sharp rocks to try and cut the bamboo in order to make it smaller so that she may carry it as a club.

(OOC: lolz--What a nut case :p)

[Holjfie]

Joe patched up his wound. Then he got up, and looked around the island place. He made a few involuntary noises, but then he saw 3 beautiful women clad in bikinis too small for them, and they were wearing hats.

[Duddits]

Ah crap! Duddits is too late. Oh well T.T 9_9

[Demon_Child]

Hey Gonissa, what about the novella-esque developments with me and DC? Not giving us point changes???

(OOC:I have been wondering the same thing, myself. I think she is stacking the deck against us since we can role play quite our characters quite well. Though I wouldn't mind seeing Fred "Silencer" Jenkins and S.D. "Snake" Plissken fighting it out one on one style in the finals. [if the two of us can make it there])

Anyway continuing on with Snake's Plissken's journey.

Moolvin leads Snake out torwads the center of the village and gives off a loud and commanding "MOOOOOOOOOOO!" The sound of Moolvin's cry was nerely deafening as it had created multiple echos as the sound bounced from the other huts and accross to the village walls and back to the huts again. A minute has passed and a feminine looking figure emerges from behind the Chieftain's hut. She doesn't even resemble any of the cow creatures that inhabit the village at all. In fact, She is a tall 5'9" athletic humanoid figure with long sandy-blonde hair made into a pony tail and a broadsword sheathed on her right side. Her face had looked gorgeous to Snake's eyes even if there was an eyepatch covering over her right eye which is an indication to Snake that Morgan had seen her fair share of battles also. Her armored outfit is a little bit too revealing for the likes of the society that Snake had lived in prior to being put into prison, but he was still able to keep his composure on concentrating on his mission. He must defeat Morgan in order to find out who this Anno Romisa character was. She stopped within 5 feet from Snake and the two of them exchanged looks with no word being spoken amongst the two of them.

The cow creatures started to gather around both Morgan and SD Plissken as if kids from school crowding around two schoolyard enemies finally settling their differences in the playground. Each of them moo'ed as if they were rooting for their village champion. Snake turns his head slightly to briefly look over at Moolvin and nodded hi head as if he was ready to begin the battle an then goes back to staring Morgan down. Moolvin reached into his pouch and took out a horn. After taking a minute to dust the instrument off Moolvin placed the instrument into his mouth and sounded the horn to begin the battle.

Morgan wasted no time rushing at Snake to lay him out in a barrage of punches to Snake's face, but he was able to block each of the punches thrown to him. Snake was able to sweep the legs to trip Morgan off her feet. As Morgan fell, she deftly rolled away and jumped to her feet almost as quickly as she had fallen. Feeling a little fustrated because of her challenger's quick counters to her attacks, Morgan then decides to stop playing around and finish her troublesome opponent off, by unsheathing her sword and rushes at Snake again who is standing his ground as if waiting for the right time tomake his move. When morgan got within striking distance of Snake, she swung her sword at his head with the intention to decapitate him. He narrowly ducks underneath the swinging blade as it whizzes by his right ear. Morgan then brought her sword around and repeated to swing the sword at SD's head each time three more times each time the blade narrowly misses his head. Snake reached and grabbed for Morgan's hand before she was able to swing the sword around the the forth time torwards him and was able to unarm his female assailant of her sword, but was dazed when she gave him a spinning roundhouse kick to his head knocking him back a few feet away from her. Morgan's sword now lies exactly in between the two combatants, with both Snake and Morgan looking at each other, then two looked at the sword lying on the ground and finally back torwards each other once more. Both Morgan and snaked stared each other down for another 10 seconds to see if either of them will try for the sword first and then they both had charged after the sword. Morgan was slightly faster in getting to the sword than Snake was, but he was able to unarm the female swordfighter again. This time, however, Morgan was unable to act quickly enough to knock the sword out of Snake's hand and was tripped by another leg sweep from SD Plissken. before Morgan could recover from her fall Snake Plissken had already placed his food onto her stomach keeping her from escaping along with the the sword pointed directly at her throat. Fear had now become visible in Morgan's eyes as she looked at her father, Moolvin who returns the look of feas for losing his only daughter to a bet he made to an outsider. Snake paused for a second to look at Moolvin's eyes and could have sworn that he saw a tear running down the Chieftain's cheek and then looks back at his opponent who is shaking nervously, because she knows that death will be upon her shortly.

"Do it, outsider. Kill me." Morgan said to Snake in a meak voice whild panting heavily. Snake positions the sword over to where the human heart would be and brings the sword up ready to impale his opponent. "Finish me off. I am defeated." Requested Morgan still panting heavily. Morgan closed her eyes as Snake Plissken brought the sword down. A sound of the sword being stuck into the ground was heard and Morgan reopened her eyes again. She looks up and sees the sword pretruding from the ground to her left and the outstretched arm of Snake Plissken directly above her. "Call me, Snake." Replied SD Plissken as he helped Morgan to her feet also doing a little panting himself. Morgan reluctantly accepted SD's hand in assisting her up. She had never never been bested in battle before by anyone ever and yet and felt a great deal of respect for SD in defeating her. Tears of both joy and sorrow had started to flow from her eyes as she walked over to Moolvin and embraced him. The cow creatures that had gathered into the circle stared at Snake with both shock for his victory over their champion and respect for the mercy he had shown for someone who would not have been so merciful had he been in her position.

"I believe I have kept my end of the deal, are you going to keep your end of the deal, Moolvin?" Snake said as he gazed at the father/daughter embraced couple with his right eye. Both Moolvin and Morgan turned to look at Snake together. "I will indeed, keep my end of the bargain, as I had promised, Snake." Replied Moolvin. "If you gooo east of here yooo will come tooo a bridge when yoooo are at the bridge turn yooor direction north and then you will reach the casinooo town of Gonissinia.. Yooo should find the one yooo are lookin for there." "How long of a journey is it to Gonissinia, anyway?" Asked Plissken. "It is a two day journey to Gonissinia from Mooxico." Replied Morgan "I could take you there." She turns to look at Moolvin. "If it ok with you, father?" Moolvin gave a smile to his daughter, Morgan and said "Yooo have my bleesing tooo accompany Snake anywhere yooo wish, Mooorgan. Yooo are all grown up now and can make yooor ooown choices." Morgan embraced her father, Moolvin once more and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, father." "Please take whatever yooo need fooor yooor jooourney. I am certain it will serve yooo well." Moolvin said. The two warriors collected all of the items necessary for their journey the night before and left Mooxico for Gonissinia early the next morning.

[Dark_Soul74]

After what would seem like forever to a normal human, the unphased Agent Smith emerges from the ruins into the bright daylight. "Glad I fixed my sunglasses", he murmurs as he steps into the light. He treks on, ready for an attack, into the dusty canyon that lays before him. Before long, the heat gets to him, and he sits down to have a break.

After a short nap, he is awakened to the sound of a shrieking noise. A giant hawk lunges down at the unaware Agent Smith, who promptly dodges out of the way, missing sure-death by inches. Agent Smith readies a discus and his shield, and quickly throws the discus at the creature, which is currently swerving around for another pass at its poorly chosen snack.

The first disc hits enough only to annoy it further, clipping its razor-sharp talons. As it continues its dive, the Agent quickly lets loose another disc, this time hitting its left wing. Still able to continue, the hawk swoops down at the tiny being. The talons hit the fragile shield and breaks it in two, sending Smith flying back. The hawk veers upwards as it gets ready for the final attack. Smith flings another disc at it, missing the fast-flying hawk, but readies another, planning on using it close range, when its speed will help impale it.

The hawk lunges at Smith, figuring out, too late, that mistake would cause its doom. The Smith throws the disc with all his might at the rushing hawk. A direct hit! The disc cuts completely through the hawk, whereupon it crashes into the canyon wall to the right of Agent Smith. Its screeching death throes annoy the agent, and he silences it by slitting the creatures throat.

Cool and calculating, the agent prepares for the next challenge by using the creatures own hide to make canteens, which he fills with its blood, and uses its feathers to make a parasol-type thing, using the talons, beak, and hide to strengthen into a weapon. Using the leftover materials he repairs his shield, and retrieves the discs that could be salvaged.

Once these preparations are complete, Smith heads on to a sound in the distance. A sound which, oddly enough, sounded like cows...

[OboeGuru]

(OOC:I have been wondering the same thing, myself. I think she is stacking the deck against us since we can role play quite our characters quite well. Though I wouldn't mind seeing Fred "Silencer" Jenkins and S.D. "Snake" Plissken fighting it out one on one style in the finals. [if the two of us can make it there])
*hint, hint Gonny* ;) I would enjoy that as well.

- - - - - - - - - -

Having finished five bone blades, and being thoroughly tired as a consequence, Fred didn't start a sixth and proceeded to make a bandolier to holster his newest weapons. Then he heard a helicopter's whirl. He looked up to spot the same helicopter that brought him and his fellow inmates to the island. What he saw next was astounding.

The helicopter suddenly seemed to lose control. It flailed about in its once straight path, and then started to descend out of control... in the direction of Fred's island!

It crashed just off the opposte shore from where Fred was, and a piece of shrapnel just barely missed Fred's head, whizzing by his right ear. "SON-OF-A...!!! Geez that was close!" Fred's heart raced. "I suppose I'd better check for survivors, I need the walk anyways."

Fred reached the wreckage, the seawater having put out the fire for the most part by then. He saw no survivors, only burnt flesh and bones. Lots of them. They must have been bringing more prisoners here... He scoured the wreckage, thinking that the guards must have had some sort of weapons with them. He found a revolver and a pouch full of bullets and an MP5 with 3 spage mags. There was also an uzi that was borken by shrapnel. "Now THIS is luck!"

With his arsenal now significantly boosted, Fred decided it was time to find the mainland, so he constructed two pairs of oars and oar-holders for his raft. Such a nice little island... I'll be sad to leave it, but I have other matters to attend to.

Fred uncovered his raft and set out in the direction he judged the helicopter was flying, hoping that he had judged right.

~~~

3 hours later, Fred spotted land. As he drew closer he spotted a river with a fast current, Fast current... from whitewater rapids, perhaps? He landed the the raft and hid it in some shrubbery and walked up the river edge. He spotted rapids. "YES! I found the mainland!!!" Fred crossed the river and set out towards the mountains he had passed up, toting a fell arsenal of two pouches full of river stones (that he had just collected) and a bag of bullets (with the mags) about his waist, 3 slingshots, 5 bone blades and a revolver in various holsters, an MP5 across his back on a strap, and his trusty mop in hand.

[Demon_Child]

(OOC: Can you imagine that this thread has had over 500 views to it and it is only a few days old? ;))

[BlackHawk]

Neal stiffled a yawn as he woke up. Quickly glancing around, Neal relaxed, "nothing to hurt me". He sat back down with his fork, beginning to decide where he should go next.

"I'll let forky decide!" Neal said, confident his fork will lead him the right way. "You can do it forky" he continued, laughing as he placed his fork on the ground, then gave it a small twirl. It stopped fairly fast, considering it was spinning around on the dirt and leaves of the ground.

"To the left?" asked Neal when the fork stopped, pointing to the left. "I trust your judgement forky, we'll go left".

Standing up and brushing his fork off, like a parent would dust their child off after they have been playing in the sand. After a short brushing, the fork shined in the light, Neal took this as a signal to start off again.

"Day and night,
We wander here
and we wander there.
But wherever we go
We'll always be close
In each others hearts"

Sang Neal as he walked slowly and carefully through the forest. It was one of the songs his mom used to sing to him before he went to bed.

***

"Ohhh, look at the fishies" Neal said with glee. He was standing near the edge of a small pool, under a small waterfall. The fish were swiming around slowly in circles beneath Neal, watching his everymove, their everymove that of a predators awaiting it's prey.

"They look so pretty. Should we take a swim with them forky?" Neal asked, bringing the fork in his hand up to eye level. "What do you think? Can you swim? I don't think mommy taught us both to swim, just me. She said you'd rust, whatever that is...Maybe I can teach you?"

Neal turned back to the pool, ready to jump in. He accidentally hit a branch into the pool as he walked towards the edge. As soon as the branch fell into the water, Neal's idea of swiming vanished. He stood stunned as he watched the 'pretty' fishies tear the branch to pieces in a fenzy.

"Maybe today isn't the best time for swimming, eh Forky?" said Neal as he slowly walked backwards, watching the fish as if they would attack him when his back was turned.

[ShadowGonissa]

It certainly wasn't a time to be swimming, especially when the flying piranhas get hungry. They mauled Neal, but deciding he tasted like crap, flew back into the water, as they can't breathe for long out of water.
-minus seven fight points.
---

Fred smiled as he viewed the mainland, but not for long.

"How did you get past the border guards?" said an asian voice.

Before Fred could turn around and view the stranger, a needle was injected into his neck.

"Bad Freddie." the woman continued. "For this you lose all items, including precious mop. You screwed big time, buddy, this game is only for the island."

Fred woke up in the middle of a jungle, without items and with two broken legs. In sudden amnesia, he could no longer remember anything, except for his name.
-minus ten fight points and ten flight points.
---

-Monica gains two fight points for defeating the bamboo, and Smith gains four fight points for defeating the hawks.

Hearing the sound of cows, Smith decides not to follow, being as cows are signs of bad luck. On the ground, half buried in the dirt, was a stuffed bunny and a fake cloth knife in its paw. He picked it up.

"How....cute...."

Suddenly Monica appeared before him, and they stared for a moment. Smith couldn't help thinking that Monica looked sexy, and Monica couldn't help thinking that Smith would make a good sacrifice. They rushed into each other's arms and made out for the next five minutes.
;)
-gain two flight points each.
---

"Annooooo," said Moolvin the boycow. "I have sent away Mooorgan and Snake just as yooooooooou said. I toooold them they would find the truth at a fake city called Gonissinia."

The Asian woman laughed. "Where did you come up with that god-awful name? Perfect. The viewers will be pleased. I expect your daughter is mugging him right now."

And Morgan was she beat up SD and left him in a ditch.
-he had gained seven points from the fight, but loses eight now.

Joe is tossed into the same ditch by the bikini women and also loses eight points.

[Dark_Soul74]

Even though you are the RP-Master-Lady-Person, that doesn't mean you can make my character do....that. Would a computer program really find someone in an orange jumpsuit sexy?

I have no clue as to what I would do.

[Demon_Child]

(OOC: And my character then recieves 10 points from my battle with the the Scorpion to which you STILL have not given any for. I have also subtracted 15 points from your lack of RPM'ing skills and expect you to be a little bit more serious in being a RPM in the future otherwise there could be a boycot in the future. :_owned:

[ShadowGonissa]

DC, give me a break here. Points are not something you have to worry about. I'm keeping track of them, even if I don't tell you what you have.

Besides, one of the challenges of an RPG is too deal with an inane person in control. Heck, it's a life challenge.

[Dark_Soul74]

I really doubt that a computer program would like a human. I'll redo that response. :D

I walk past Monica nonchalantly.(Yay coded personality!)

[madman5]

All of a sudden in a flash of light a man who looks like a protoss DT pops up next to the asian woman.

"Your time is over. The sands of time are NOT in your favor. Goodbye and have a nice after- life:)"

The man disappears after killing the asian woman. A new one appears next to the other ones corpse.
---Fred gets back his mop the next morning and finds his raft. He has nothing else(Hey u gotta start-off on some kind of foot)

[ShadowGonissa]

Madman, buddy, you aren't one of the characters. I'm afraid your post is negated.

[OboeGuru]

WTF is with me losing everything Gonissa? You said nothing about a single island as I recall...

I'm sorry for developing an original story line.

I refuse to post any more until you be a little more fair. What gives you the right to make up "rules" out of the blue? I don't give a damn that you're the RPM, this is bullshit. And don't make assumptions about my character development, if that's your reason for screwing me over like that. I may have given myself projectile weapons, but that's not to say that they can't backfire on me or that I'll create myself to be invincible.

If you can't tell, I'm pissed as all hell right now.

[Demon_Child]

(OOC; I, too am a little irritated with Gonissa's lack of any REAL Role Play Mastering as well, so I understand where OboeGuru is coming from. Gonnisa is basically intentionally trying to sabotage something that the TRUE Role Players have been trying to do ever since the game had started. Now, before I perform some RPM'ing of my own like calling forth the "Thread Closing Gods" to send this thread into oblivion; can we at least try to have fun with this thread. Gonnisa I also reccommend that you try to be a bit more reasonable in how are and try to not be the RPM from Hell. We dont' know what you are thinking behind the scenes, we just know what is said right in front of us and when like 5 people are getting points to their character while the other 2-3 of them don't even get even as much as an recognition to their thought out posts, it kinda is ruining the fun when the other 2-3 are basically left in the dark as to to their points level is. By not even reccognizing the thought out posts of those who have been left in the dark and then reward them in some way even if through the pm system, you had basically just slapped them in the face. A RPM is NOT allowed to keep the players in the dark when they requested the information that they were needing from the RPM. This concludes today's lesson in Role Playing 101.)

[Holjfie]

This Gonissa person really hates me. All I've been able to do is lose astronomical amounts of points from being thrown into a ditch. He/she hates me.

[madman5]

I DONT CARE GONNISA!!!!! U SUX AS A RPM!!!!! IM JUST GIVING THE GOOD PPL A BETTER "RESTART" AS U MAKIN GURU DO. I AM FOR NOW ON GOD OF THE 2 ISLANDS OF PRISON(IDC IF ITS MY OWN SAY EVERY1 WOULD AGREE WIT ME)



Have a nice day!:)


-From the desk of MaDmAn5

[Dark_Soul74]

Uhh......What the hell are you talking about? A hostile takeover of the RP?

Her style does get annoying...

[BlackHawk]

I DONT CARE GONNISA!!!!! U SUX AS A RPM!!!!! IM JUST GIVING THE GOOD PPL A BETTER "RESTART" AS U MAKIN GURU DO. I AM FOR NOW ON GOD OF THE 2 ISLANDS OF PRISON(IDC IF ITS MY OWN SAY EVERY1 WOULD AGREE WIT ME)



Have a nice day!:)


-From the desk of MaDmAn5

Calm down madman, just let her figure it out. No need to go on a flaming rampage, and it is still her RPG, it doesn't really matter whether you choose to try and take it over, she can still technically ask a Mod to delete all of your posts in this thread (if they are willing to), hopefully though she will not have to resort to that.

[madman5]

Hey on the plus side, Demon Child is a mod :)

I sry but ill just come in when DC thinks its not fair k?

[Duddits]

coup d'tat of an RP? Not something Duddits has ever heard of... but oh well, he missed signups :(

[OboeGuru]

ok... STFU madman5, that was totally uncalled for.

You're not in this game, and never will be.

And seriously, get some anger management. There's something wrong with people that post in size 7 caps, something seriously wrong.

I hope you get banned if you pull a stunt like that again. I think I can speak for everyone when I say: Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

[madman5]

Sry everybody :(

Its just boring in some of these RPGs around here(Like PvR sence no1 posts)

[ShawnManX]

f it's not too terribly late...

A. Shawn Valley, aka Shawn Man X
B. I shot the sherif, but I did nto shoot the deputy. No actually, I'm in for 17 accounts of rape and 4 murders. I also threw a TV at the police that were after me, and for resisting arrest.
C. I like chains, and leather bindings.
D. Got my electrical tape, and some floss, gots to keep my teeth clean.
E. I can make snares, to trap animals, or people should the need arise.
F. Uh yah, I'm excedingly happy, all the time.

[Protosschick99]

Sry everybody :(

Its just boring in some of these RPGs around here(Like PvR sence no1 posts)
(OOC: Yeah....You should kinda calm down.....She already stated that there would be no more openings. Dang. Oh and btw pplz, I'm not mad--I'm hav'n a grand ol time laughing at my character--She's a crackhead, lolz :p

But anywayz, I think ya'llz should stop flaming Nissa--I think her style is awesome and we should respect her as an RPM. If my character dies, Oh well! I'll get over it. I guess this just goes to show that ya'llz are competitive......;)

Oh btw! I got in trouble and I won't be back on the comp until Friday. So yeah....Also another thing--I'm joining the Air Force baby! I have an appointment on Thursday with my recruiter. Well, I just thought I'd let ya'llz know :))

[Protosschick99]

(OOC: P.S. Sorry for not making a thread about the Air Force thing Gonissa.....I don't have much time here--If somebody wants to or can--Do it for me! Thanks :D)

[ShawnManX]

Oh okay, my bad for not reading ahead, I'll be somewhere else for the moment, just keep in mind, I'm watching.

[Modred]

And Armand is still walking away from the cliff, because the cliff is the only thing in his surroundings that he knows anything about.

[FeceMan]

Hurry up with the posts, I want to see where this is going.

[OboeGuru]

Something tells me the game is dead/dying...

I don't think Gonissa has been on lately.

[Dark_Soul74]

Agent Smith goes into power saving mode.

[Modred]

(ooc: This is not a real post :p)

Armand finds a gun lying on the ground. +100 fight points.

I kill you all. j/k

(ooc: Ok, enough godmodding.)

[Dark_Soul74]

A screen saver flashes across Smith's vision. An oceanscape fills his view.

Fish gently swim by. After a minute, a shark's fin goes by. Bubbles occasionally spurt from oyster shells on the coral reef floor.

(GoGo spam! Now to wait for Gonny...)

[OboeGuru]

(ooc: This is also a non-serious post)

Fred build a fusion bomb while Armand goes on his rampage and shoots the mannequin dressed as Fred. + 1,000,000 fight points

Freb lobs the bomb at Armand's left nut.

BOOM.

[FeceMan]

Meow.

[FeceMan]

You think Gonissa died because everyone was mean to her?

[Modred]

I wasn't mean...so not everybody was. I just wasn't online for a week. I actually thought this was a good idea, although it seemed a bit high-maintenance from the GM's perpsective and she didn't quite keep up with what we all expected.

[QuothTheRaven]

opps.

[Spartan-II]

What the hell? I think this is the oldest necromancy on RECORD.

[SHISHKABOB]

lol oops. wtf man how do you "accidentally" post in a thread that is like 2 years old? Did you go searching through the bottom of the big "dead RP trashcan" and find this and then say *opps*?
Oh well.