You wake up as if it's a normal day. You get up, get dressed, walk out your room door. As you walk into the dark room, the door behind you dissapears. There are five other outlines where doors would be. People are outside of them. I will choose how the story goes. First you people need to get to know each other.
Mods can signup, 2 at max (not including me.) Bios:
Name: (full) History: Skills: Item: Everyone starts out with a small item. Choose one: Small gas tank. Pistol ammo. Lighter. Tiny first aid kit.
Six players and two more mods. Mods are not required neccesarily.
Name: Chargo Eetre History: Lived a nice life. Lived in California, moved to Oregon in his 20's. At the age of 25, got a college degree of science. At 27, learned how to fire many firearms. At 30, fell into this nightmare. Skills: Science, firearm training. Weapons: Assult rifle, (140 5.56mm), 32 caliber pistol (36 32cal) Items: Medkit (x5), matchbox (5 matches), gas tank, T.V. remote, cell phone, walkie talkie (x4) Perks: Dream Walker (Doesn't die through any rounds.)
"One day, my dad dissapeared. About seven weeks afterwards, I started hallucinating about him. Two days after, I woke up in this room--- filing cabinets, most about my dad. One was for Ransing. I knew he'd find it eventually so I put it back. We all woke up in that room--- none of the others bothered. Ransing found it about a week ago. With me. Then we split up again. I can remember all of their names... Let me think... There's Jake Collins, Zachary Polesburg, Emily Koles, Heather Monto, and Andrew Koles. Don't know where they are now. And also, don't give him another dose of that syringe. Two is enough for the guy. Hey, come with me." I lead him down a hall, dimly lit, into a room numbered 57. I open it, pull off a tile on the ground, which reveals a vent, in which I smash through and enter the ventilation system. We come out in a bright, large room.
Name: Chargo Eetre History: Lived a nice life. Lived in California, moved to Oregon in his 20's. At the age of 25, got a college degree of science. At 27, learned how to fire many firearms. At 30, fell into this nightmare. Skills: Science, firearm training. Weapons: Assult rifle, (140 5.56mm), 32 caliber pistol (36 32cal) Items: Medkit (x5), matchbox (5 matches), gas tank, T.V. remote, cell phone, walkie talkie (x4) Perks: Dream Walker (Doesn't die through any rounds.)
"Oh, and there was one more guy. Wilson. Can't remember his last name, though."
Name: Chargo Eetre History: Lived a nice life. Lived in California, moved to Oregon in his 20's. At the age of 25, got a college degree of science. At 27, learned how to fire many firearms. At 30, fell into this nightmare. Skills: Science, firearm training. Weapons: Assult rifle, (140 5.56mm), 32 caliber pistol (36 32cal) Items: Medkit (x5), matchbox (5 matches), gas tank, T.V. remote, cell phone, walkie talkie (x4) Perks: Dream Walker (Doesn't die through any rounds.)
"My hideout. I have a spare 10mm pistol for ya if that's your kind of thing. I also have 'bout sixty rounds for it. We're currently in what I like to call the Space Room. Don't ever stay in here too long. It branches to all rooms... almost. I have a map at my place, a few bunk beds, a salvaged door, and I found this EXTRAORDINARY refrigerator. You put a tube on top of your head, think for a few seconds of any food or drink, and when you open it it has that EXACT THING. You can customize taste, texture, appearance, and effects of it. You should try it; it's really relaxing. It's that door over there, the silver one." I point to a door about sixteen feet away from where we stand.
[Turns? What the heck? Dude, no. When like, everyone leaves the nightmare, you can use the same charecter. You're like dead forever and all the perk does is let you carry over your name and skills an' stuff.]
Name: Chargo Eetre History: Lived a nice life. Lived in California, moved to Oregon in his 20's. At the age of 25, got a college degree of science. At 27, learned how to fire many firearms. At 30, fell into this nightmare. Skills: Science, firearm training. Weapons: Assult rifle, (140 5.56mm), 32 caliber pistol (36 32cal) Items: Medkit (x5), matchbox (5 matches), gas tank, T.V. remote, cell phone, walkie talkie (x4) Perks: Dream Walker (Doesn't die through any rounds.)
"Think it's only food." We walk into the small apartment like space.
Name: Nicholai Peleiu History: Just a guy that has been stuck in a dead end job, with nothing interesting about his life at all, a boring life, thirsting for adventure, He watches Youtube videos about making explosives in his off time. Fell asleep in his tiny bed in his tiny apartment, and still has not woken up. Skills: Knows how to make explosives from everyday items. Weapons: 9mm (acid rounds), C4 Item: Lighter, scissors, a bloody rusty metal pipe, and a severed hand missing a finger, a box, a fuse, a match, a note, gloves. Perks: Redeemer extreme.
"I am Nicholai, who are you?" to the fairy thingy.
Name: Chargo Eetre History: Lived a nice life. Lived in California, moved to Oregon in his 20's. At the age of 25, got a college degree of science. At 27, learned how to fire many firearms. At 30, fell into this nightmare. Skills: Science, firearm training. Weapons: Assult rifle, (140 5.56mm), 32 caliber pistol (36 32cal) Items: Medkit (x5), matchbox (5 matches), gas tank, T.V. remote, cell phone, walkie talkie (x4), golden potato Perks: Dream Walker (Doesn't die through any rounds.)
"Well, why don't you just try it on yourself? I mean, even since the bugs talk in our language, which I have seen those rarer ones do often, I don't think they'd oblige." I put it against my head and think of a delicious, healthy golden potato--- hard yet squishy, seems to melt in your mouth... I put it into my backpack for later use.
