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You are in a typical suburban town. Manicured lawns, red roofâs, daytime jobs. You live in a rather nice square house with a single garage containing your 'around nineties' ford falcon. You are blissfully ignorant.
Sheet:
Name:
Gender:
Brief description: (age, build, etc.)
Occupation: (see below)
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
-Occupation-
-Handyman/woman
-Homemaker
-Policeperson
-Politician
-Artist
-Night teacher
Stats will be revealed once you select your occupation and/or level up.
6 People only. You can lose.
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Things will become clearâ¦
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Name: Reznov
Gender: Male
Brief description: 21, Slightly lean build rather than stocky. Black hair, brown eyes and always alert as slightly paranoid.
Occupation: chemical engineer
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
Run into a bar of somesort or any busy place and try to blend in.
Name: Jane Stepford
Gender: female
Brief description: 26, 5'2, caucasian, brown eyes/hair
Occupation: homemaker
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
The cascading waters melt all the extraneous thoughts. You are left with a clear idea of want you want to show Mike. As you dress you consider life in all it's aspects. "...but how can I know that I exist if the...whoa look at the time".
What do you do?
Let's see, I've got my work on paper, my flash drive (in case he wants to see more), purse, phone, keys... I hurry out the door to meet up with Mike at that crazy peanut place. After I pull up to the restaurant, I gather my stuff and head in.
Name: Alex Huckberry
Gender: Male
Breif description: 22,5,4 ft tall and brown eyes and hair
Occupation: Game-Maker
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/Stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
You drive to work. Stopping off at a coffee-hut along the way (Java the hut), you order a large latte. Without coffee sustaining you you would be helpless. You arrive at work. An unassuming building greets you.
What do you do?
Name:James
Gender:Male
Brief description: 23,Black hair
Occupation: Handyman
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoe.
Inventory: iphone, 9mm glock
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 88%
Status: cautiously ignorant, officious
Silence, except for the sobs of an injured man. You continue to focus on the door. A man blind-fires around the frame. You duck. You hear a succession of footfalls but cannot discern where the man went.
What do you do?
Name: Reznov
Gender: Male
Brief description: 21, Slightly lean build rather than stocky. Black hair, brown eyes and always alert as slightly paranoid.
Occupation: chemical engineer
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
You run into little-Germany, a mock of china-town. Lederhosen, sausages and other grotesque stereotypes surround you. As you try to hide amongst the throng you realise it is difficult. A lean, dark haired and eyed man cannot blend with the blonde haired, blue-eyed and stocky German crowd.
What do you do?
Name: Jane Stepford
Gender: female
Brief description: 26, 5'2, caucasian, brown eyes/hair
Occupation: homemaker
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
Mike awaits you at a table. He carries the pose of a consciously casual man. "Mr. Honcho" you smile. "Ms. Stepford" he replies "or is it mrs?"
What do you do?
Name:James
Gender:Male
Brief description: 23,Black hair
Occupation: Handyman
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoe.
Inventory: iphone, 9mm glock
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 88%
Status: cautiously ignorant, officious
lol i just noticed im the only one playing this game getting shot at xD
well...jump to a better position since he prob went to a place where he can shoot meh..
Name: Reznov
Gender: Male
Brief description: 21, Slightly lean build rather than stocky. Black hair, brown eyes and always alert as slightly paranoid.
Occupation: chemical engineer
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
Shout fire! Then enter the storeroom of the bar.
Name: Jane Stepford
Gender: female
Brief description: 26, 5'2, caucasian, brown eyes/hair
Occupation: homemaker
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
Mike awaits you at a table. He carries the pose of a consciously casual man. "Mr. Honcho" you smile. "Ms. Stepford" he replies "or is it mrs?"
What do you do?
"Oh, uh... it's Ms." Once I situate myself and my things at the table, I grab the menu and we talk casually while browsing through choices of food.
Name:James
Gender:Male
Brief description: 23,Black hair
Occupation: Handyman
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoe.
Inventory: iphone, 9mm glock
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 88%
Status: cautiously ignorant, officious
You look around. Deciding that you are vulnerable in the current position, you move to an alternate spot. As you jump behind an alternate shield, you are shot at. The bullet misses.
What do you do?
Name: Reznov
Gender: Male
Brief description: 21, Slightly lean build rather than stocky. Black hair, brown eyes and always alert as slightly paranoid.
Occupation: chemical engineer
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
Unfortunately many of the Germans in little-Germany speak German. By shouting 'fire!' you only draw attention to yourself. The bartender and the ex-hatted man easily spot you within the crowd. You run into the storeroom of a bar.
What do you do?
Name: Jane Stepford
Gender: female
Brief description: 26, 5'2, caucasian, brown eyes/hair
Occupation: homemaker
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
The waiter arrives. "Oh, we'll just get the peanut combo to share" Mike decides. The waiter nods and walks away. "Do you think he will remember our order without writing it down?" Mike asks.
What do you do?
(Sorry if these responses are poor quality. I am quite tipsy as it was the AFL grand final today. In addition, Katherine -Kat?- don't you hate it when waiters do that?)
Name:James
Gender:Male
Brief description: 23,Black hair
Occupation: Handyman
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoe.
Inventory: iphone, 9mm glock
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 88%
Status: cautiously ignorant, officious
shoot back once where the bullet came from...
Name: Jane Stepford
Gender: female
Brief description: 26, 5'2, caucasian, brown eyes/hair
Occupation: homemaker
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
The waiter arrives. "Oh, we'll just get the peanut combo to share" Mike decides. The waiter nods and walks away. "Do you think he will remember our order without writing it down?" Mike asks.
What do you do?
"I don't know... But if he brings out the wrong order, we can always smash it in his face while it's still hot." I follow that with a laugh. "So Mike, what did you do in the last hour and a half? Did you run into anyone else?"
(Haha, drunk-RPGing...
It comes off as cocky so I assume they're doosh-bags, but I only hate it when they get my order wrong as a result.)
Name:James
Gender:Male
Brief description: 23,Black hair
Occupation: Handyman
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoe.
Inventory: iphone, 9mm glock
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 88%
Status: cautiously ignorant, officious
You put the pistol on your shoulder. You are unable to think of a witty quip so you steal one you heard in a movie. "Yippi-kiay mother f's!" You scream as you loose a single bullet. It slams into the wall harmlessly.
What do you do?
Name: Jane Stepford
Gender: female
Brief description: 26, 5'2, caucasian, brown eyes/hair
Occupation: homemaker
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
"Yeah I saw that David-kid. Jeez, he hasn't matured a day since year 9. (At this point please excuse my Australianisms.) He still wears that hat... So what have you been doing for the past few years?
What do you do?
(I'm trying.)
Name: Jane Stepford
Gender: female
Brief description: 26, 5'2, caucasian, brown eyes/hair
Occupation: homemaker
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
"Yeah I saw that David-kid. Jeez, he hasn't matured a day since year 9. (At this point please excuse my Australianisms.) He still wears that hat... So what have you been doing for the past few years?
What do you do?
"David? Yeah, that hat must reek, but at least he's not wearing those sunglasses still. They're famous, but it's good that he retired them." (Australian party kid reference, haha.)
"Well, I've been writing, of course... But I guess that's it really. I haven't kept in touch with anyone, it's just been me, myself and I. I was married, you know... For almost two years. But everyone knows about that I guess."
(What were the Australianisms? I can't tell the difference.)
Name: Jane Stepford
Gender: female
Brief description: 26, 5'2, caucasian, brown eyes/hair
Occupation: homemaker
Clothing: collared shirt, creased pants, brown socks and shoes.
Inventory: empty
Skills/stats: empty
Health: 100%
Status: blissfully ignorant
(I think we kicked that child out of the country. Lousy good-for-nothing...)
'Pfft!' Mike spits out his peanut-colada. "You were married? Oh I guess that explains the ring..." You look down to notice your nervous fidgeting with the band. "So, who did you marry? Was it Pete? Sly old dog..."
(Year 9. Don't worry I was drunk.)
P.S. Do you think this is dead?
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