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 manage to cut the rope with my small knife. I sprint out the door. Into the vent. To the silver door.
I lock it up. I see a door that wasn't there before somewhat. I open it slowly. Another dark room. I groan. [Also, Fog, you've been in the nightmare for as long as both Ransing and me. Add some good itemz and weponz. And also, you were knocked out on the head during a food search and woke up in there.] I can see a figure. "Wilson... is that actually you? Am I hallucinating?"
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, 12-gauge shotgun (14 rounds), crowbar, half a sandwich, broken radio. Perk: Carry the One[I hope you plan on implementing computers, as a useless perk would suck.]
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.)
"Thought you were dead, Wil'. Come on in. It's my hideout. This fridge translates thoughts to foods. Look'adis." I put the long tube in my ear and think of... Hunting... hunting... Nuka Cola Quantum! Except without any radiation.
There is also a small light bulb to the fridge. It starts floating and inside Icko and Jester appear. They say "you forgot to save your friends. I tell you, we started the wind turbines. And of course locked up everything in our base. You are not entering now. No way. We activated the CLOWN defense systems. Now make a question and you might save your friends lives. And i see also another friend of yours his name is Will isn't it? If i see you in the base i'll put the ramp at the fastest mode. The door in the vent is locked and it opens only with a pass code".
(Come on make a question. Do not react. Just think of the thing you want to know most about them).
Like I said, I`m in rage. I put my hands in the turbines, stopping them but also cutting off my hands. Then I stop my rage . I then ask Shawn to carry my hands. I then run to the room and see Chargo and a person.
"Yeah but you can't. Just do a question. And i'm not dead. The light bulb was the way i was communicating with my partner. And i got to say you that he desperately seeks revenge. But i am still holding him, Chargo. What do you want that i am not offering you? Why do you try to kill me? In fact i'm doing to you nothing that hurts you. Your little friend cut his hands himself so don't blame me for this. I know you want answers. Just make a question to me and i swear that i will answer. So don't just send threats. You can ask anything you think i know. Please. If you see, i am the one who is begging here. I tried so desperately to open my darkest secrets to someone. But Jester just does not care. Don't you see? I threatened you, kidnapped you, asked you, begged you to say you something. I am desperate please. I do not mean the one with the game of the Russian roulette. Just let me tell you whatever you seek to know and i swear that i will do anything for you even kill myself and Jester even though i don't understand why you hate us!"
[Doombreed, you can't take over the game. Get out right now or accept the fact that Icko is temporarily dead and that it isn't a lightbulb, it's a fairy without wings, and also they aren't gossip stones. They're living creatures. Seriously, stop controlling the game or you lose modship forever. I'll accept this bit of diolouge for later:] "Just make a question to me and i swear that i will answer. So don't just send threats. You can ask anything you think i know. Please. If you see, i am the one who is begging here. I tried so desperately to open my darkest secrets to someone. Don't you see? I threatened you, kidnapped you, asked you, begged you to say you something. I am desperate please." [Seriously though, I made the game and you can't break the game, even if you're mod.]
{I am not breaking the game and i'm not trying to take over it. You seem like kinda hating the Icko and Jester stuff. And how is Icko dead temporarily? Anyway, i was trying to make a good modship. Besides. You still didn't answer why are you trying always to avoid the choices Icko and Jester (commanded by me) give you? After all, isn't it time to start answering some things? That's why i did all this Icko-Jester stuff. There are so many things that are not answered that i cannot count them!}
Could you to shut up about that and move it to your profiles? I don`t want this game to be destroyed! Also, I noticed that Chargo, Shawn, Wilson, and me are the only characters now.
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.)
"Wilson. You've gotta come with me. There's these two guys who are gonna be killed by this madman Jester. Follow me." I lead him to the door and open it. The turbines are approaching fast.
