The bulky machine hunched in the corner of the arcade, collecting dust and making the occasional BEEP sound to remind the world of it's presence. Simple military font across the machines flank declares it to be Iustitia Ex Machina.
It consisted of two monitors, one small with blinking text:
_ENTER 1 COIN_
Across from the type-writer like keyboard lies a second monitor, this one remains dark, ominous.
On the day you decide to roll a single shining coin into that slot, the screen would flash with light and reveal it's terrible secrets.
That day could be today.
RULES:
Posts must be in the format set below-
[SIMPLE COMMAND HERE]
Please try to avoid literary techniques, describing words or the word 'the'.
If you wish to attack, by any means post [ATTACK (ENEMY NAME)].
If you wish to use a weapon, or something in he environment is included posts should look like this; [ATTACK RAT, CROWBAR] or [ATTACK THUG, DOORWAY].
Your first post should have the command 'ENTER GAME' in it.
Character sheet:
NAME: (Try for the sort of thing you'd see on old arcade high-score lists.)
HEALTH: 100
CLASS: ( A class from below-
SURVIVALIST- Tactical fighter, usually very good at running.
HUNTER- Used to tracking weaklings, running out of food won't be a problem.
ASSASSIN- Shadow enthusiast, a reliable blade tends to be his only ally.
BOUNCER- Large builded fist-fighter, tends to be a people person.)
INVENTORY:
Second Monitor: Mr. Twigs leans forward and brakes your left trigger finger in a deft movement. Shocking pain snaps up your arm, spreading across the tendons in your hand like the branches on a sickly tree.
Simply gritting my teeth I don't make a noise. When the pain has stopped flaring I respond, "That wasn't really called for was it." (I assume he untied my right hand if he broke my left finger. Correct me if I am wrong.)
Second Monitor: While your left arm is still doing it's washing machine impression, but you realize you may be able to reach your magnum, or pull a muscle. What fun.
Second monitor: The darkness morphs into a ultra hi contrast image which settles slowly to become recognizable. Someone is poorly trying to play the mandolin.
_Me[Take gun in right hand -> Stand up -> Walk to door -> Examine door; If hinges are on the left of the door -> Stand on the left of the door -> Attempt to open door; If hinges are on the right of the door -> Stand on the right of the door -> Attempt to open door.]
OOC: How have you been saying my name? El-lee-uh-kith? If so thats wrong. Its E-lie-uh-kith. Just FYI, because it would be Elia If someone were to nickname me.
PLAYER:SAY; "I read you, not so loud and clear. Who is this?"
