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 (35 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.)
I come with Ransing down the hall. I see Shawn again. "I guess you didn't... actually kill my sister?" I ask Ransing.
No way you... What you shot was a doll with a microphone and a camera but because it wasn't looking at you as you were behind it, you didn't understood that so you destroyed a doll. Then the real one appears in front of you:
"End of the line you buddies" He says with the hands in his pocket.3-4 gunshots are heard and both afro and ransing fall holding their legs. "You know, i have pockets with holes just in case.Yeah. Do not worry your friends won't die. Yeah. I hit them where there is the least bleeding but the pain is still stunning. Yeah. They are not in position to do anything against me. Yeah. And don't forget that i am aiming you and i am fast. Yeah."
Instantly about 8 totally same dolls appear and start running around Chargo with the real one. He cannot see the real.
"Did you thought that i would ever trust you after what you did to me killing my family? No way. You did this when i was trusting you so i'll never trust you again. Yeah. And, you did not kill Icko. Yeah. You destroyed just the way i was communicating with him and enraged him. Yeah. You know i had a reason to obey to him. Yeah. Now, he is coming. Yeah."
(Please don't change the story so much until i return. I cannot write every time so i can just only one dialog. You'd better leave one who Jester is talking to answer just like Afro and you Kilozombie did for 7 pages with your dialog. You interfere and post 2-3 actions changing everything.)
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 (35 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.)
I feel so strange at that certain moment. Flashbacks. People. Crystals.
Wilson.
I feel a very large earthquake, go blind, and wake up in the same area. Everybody except Ransing and Shawn are shredded into pieces.
You know, i have to meet you my friend. Yeah. Presenting Icko!
Icko appears. He is a 2.4 metre man twice as Jester. He says:
Welcome you 3. You Ransing and Shawn are going to pay for defending Chargo.
Shawn and Ransing are tied each one in a ramp with the mouth shut. Behind them there is a Huge wind turbine... (Everybody is tied in his ramp too hard even Chargo but without the mouth shut. Jester and Icko are observing through a too hard glass looking but plastic window.)
"So Chargo, let's start with the simple things... What would you do in order to save your friends? Well never mind, this was a rhetorical Question. So, we are going to play a roulette and i mean russian. However there will be just the caliber. It is you, Ransing, ME,Shawn and of course Jester. I will fire in everyones turn and the one who has the caliber loses and dies to the wind turbine. If it is on of you, I will make you a serious question and if you answer trully, you are still alive. If it is me or Jester, You Chargo ask one question and i answer. Do not worry i am many things but to this, i am honest... So let the show begin!"
Enraged of being weak, I bust out of the ropes and go on a rampage where I destroy everything in my sight. In this form, when I get injured it doesn`t matter to me until I snap out of it. I charge directly at Jester, ramming him in the wall where I maul him with my fists. After killing him, I then run at Icko to kill him, destroying anything in my way.
[Okay, y'know what. That happens; Jester simply has his head sewed together and is a madman. Ransing kills him once and for all and then THATS when I rageout. He runs after being shot.]
[Hey kilo! Sorry about not playing, as I said I forgot about this. Anyways, read everything so far. Also, I'd rather have just 1 perk and not 2. And lastly, how would you like me to start?]
[Any way ya'd like. Okay, your passive perk is always Dream Walker but you choose an ACTUAL perk. Sort of like a TV show, you'll have weird flashbacks of Dreams. Get it? Nightmare and Dreams?]
No way. That's why i said: you are tied too hard. You 'll find a way to end them somehow a promise. But it is not yet their time. You need to find out what they know first. it is not a coincidence that i brought them into the game. Besides your leg still hurts. You cannot just break the ropes, break the too hard window so fast and kill them without any form of weapon.
"So we agreed" says Icko. He fires first at himself. The caliber is hitting him. "So ask me a question and do not try to do any thing as my friend Jester will blow your head" (Jester pulls a shotgun).
[The weapon at hand is my mind. I obliterated the whole room; some special players (main ones, Shawn, Wilson, Chargo, Ransing) can use this power. It's Dream Walker's side effect. I'll give you a break and let Jester be a huge bad-guy then. He manages to survive, but just barely. Our straps aren't gone, though. He takes it as just a small interference that is "taken care of".] [Yes, other Dreams Fogfun. Your one. I'm imagining this is an alternate dimension of Dreams and that here, they are connected somehow. Sometimes your head will hurt and you'll have some flashback.]
Name: Wilson Recht History: He was in a forest, helping others cut down trees. Suddenly, he found himself here, in a dark room with no doors. Now he needs to find a way out of this nightmare and back into the dream[Lol at total taking of other plot and adding it] Skills: Extreme agility, clever Item: Lighter Perk: Carry the One[I hope you plan on implementing computers, as a useless perk would suck.]
