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.
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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
The greying wispy haired man reaches out for your hand. You place it in his. "Now what do you have for me?" You notice white film stretching over his eyes. You place the envelope in his hands. He starts to shudder. Suddenly he falls on his back and spasms. What do you do?
Name:Logan J. Samuels Gender:Male Brief description:Caucasian, 6"1', Built body from the hard work, Dark brown hair, Light blue eyes, Occupation:Artist Clothing:A white T-Shirt with a FOX racing Logo in the middle, and a pair of Blue jeans fastened by a leather belt. Inventory: baseball bat Skills/stats: empty Health: 100% Status: blissfully ignorant
I begin to get a bit frightened by his non responsive tone and head back into my house. I then quickly lock the door behind me and quickly run up stairs. I then slide my closet door open, revealing a baseball bat. I then drop the paint bucket and slide the baseball bat into my grasp.
You sprint to the woman and deliver a sharp kick to her face. Blood dribbles from her nose. You place the gun on her temple and close your eyes. "Bang!" What do you do?
Name:Logan J. Samuels Gender:Male Brief description:Caucasian, 6"1', Built body from the hard work, Dark brown hair, Light blue eyes, Occupation:Artist Clothing:A white T-Shirt with a FOX racing Logo in the middle, and a pair of Blue jeans fastened by a leather belt. Inventory: baseball bat Skills/stats: empty Health: 100% Status: blissfully ignorant
As you feel the familiar weight of your 'Louisville slugger' in your hands a growing feeling of courage envelopes you. A loud noise is heard just above your head. Plaster from your ceiling starts to float down onto the ground. What do you do?
Name:Logan J. Samuels Gender:Male Brief description:Caucasian, 6"1', Built body from the hard work, Dark brown hair, Light blue eyes, Occupation:Artist Clothing:A white T-Shirt with a FOX racing Logo in the middle, and a pair of Blue jeans fastened by a leather belt. Inventory: baseball bat Skills/stats: empty Health: 100% Status: blissfully ignorant
I grab down with my other hand a can of white paint, opened. and I lunge it up into the Attic, thinking that the person had somehow broken in through there, the paint then splooshes loose and covers the attic with a bright white. I then slide a ladder used for making my other sculptures and climb up there, bat in hand. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
Name:Logan J. Samuels Gender:Male Brief description:Caucasian, 6"1', Built body from the hard work, Dark brown hair, Light blue eyes, Occupation:Artist Clothing:A white T-Shirt with a FOX racing Logo in the middle, and a pair of Blue jeans fastened by a leather belt. Inventory: baseball bat Skills/stats: empty Health: 95% Status: blissfully ignorant
"What do you want from me?" you scream into the room. "Your soul" a voice whispers into your ear. You flinch and throw the bat towards the noise. You hit yourself in the head. 'Darkness'. You wake up in an unfamiliar room. You are on a bed. What do you do?
Calmly strolling to the sink you wash off the blood. After stowing the gun in you pocket you leave the bathroom behind. You start to drive away from your office when you hear sirens. What do you do?
"Where to?" you think. The sirens grow faint as you realize you have driven yourself home. "Will the police come looking for me?" Questions buzz around inside your head as you pull into your driveway. 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
(Your character is in Louisiana if you wish. It may detract from my story telling abilities however because I have never been there. Also I am Australian and have little knowledge of American life.) A lively tune from the 70's permeates the air. As it is a lovely suburban day you decide to take the long route to the post office. A darkened car follows you. What do you do?
(Oh it totally doesn't matter, Let's stick to Anytown, United States of Suburbia. Louisiana is just known for weird bayou voodoo stuff, had to mention it!)
Hmm, this car that's tailing me is ruining my relaxing ride, maybe they want to pass me. I'll just slow down so that they'll get irritated enough to grow a pair and do so.
Name:Logan J. Samuels Gender:Male Brief description:Caucasian, 6"1', Built body from the hard work, Dark brown hair, Light blue eyes, Occupation:Artist Clothing:A white T-Shirt with a FOX racing Logo in the middle, and a pair of Blue jeans fastened by a leather belt. Inventory: baseball bat Skills/stats: empty Health: 95% Status: blissfully ignorant
I quickly scroll my eyes left and right, scanning the room while still halfway concious. I then sit up, and rub my eyes, not recognizing the room im in. "Hello..? Hello...???" I quietly look around once more, seeing the room pitch black.
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
You slow down so that the car may pass. They do so. Upon gaining control over the road the darkened car starts to slow down. The oncoming traffic is too dense to overtake. What do you do?
You park at McDonalds and enter the (ahem) restaurant. Ordering your favourite you notice that your hands are shaking. You pass the coins across to the cashier with difficulty and make your way to a seat. You eat. As you eat you look out through the window and see a police car roll up. What do you do?
Name:Logan J. Samuels Gender:Male Brief description:Caucasian, 6"1', Built body from the hard work, Dark brown hair, Light blue eyes, Occupation:Artist Clothing:A white T-Shirt with a FOX racing Logo in the middle, and a pair of Blue jeans fastened by a leather belt. Inventory: baseball bat Skills/stats: empty Health: 95% Status: blissfully ignorant
You attempt to get off the bed. You arms and legs are bound. Beside you lays your baseball bat. You look around the room. From the looks it is an average motel room. The darkness yields no secrets. What do you do?
*****NOTE***** The Policeperson option is again open.
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
You slow down so that the car may pass. They do so. Upon gaining control over the road the darkened car starts to slow down. The oncoming traffic is too dense to overtake. What do you do?
Aw C'mon, really, darkened car? It's people like you who cause epic traffic jams in Beijing. I'm not feeling crazy enough to pass on the shoulder of the road, perhaps I'll just wait to see if they'll come-to from deep thought and put there foot back on the gas. Hmmm, but as blissfully ignorant as I am, the thought of this daydreaming driver actually doing this on purpose is still crossing my mind...
