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Post by selloutboy on Jan 15, 2012 3:31:37 GMT -5
Rick Posthill stared in disbelief at the Desert Eagle handgun clutched in his fist. "Did I just fucking shoot myself?" he muttered. Considering his consistent and purposeful lack of an indoor voice, his "muttering" was fairly loud. He looked around at the strange apartment. Frightened people surrounded him, a big black ball rested in ominous silence, and the Statue of Liberty kept guard outside of the window. Hardly the afterlife he'd imagined. Rick shrugged.
"I regret nothing."
He hid his handgun beneath his coat and set his can of gasoline on the floor, then slid the can over to the wall with his foot. Turning to the tall man beside him, he noticed the cat. Rick grinned and stealthily took his can of catnip out of his coat pocket. He opened it and casually dropped it on the floor for the cat to find as he walked toward the hallway door. Hopefully the little fur ball would cause a ruckus among these people. They seemed far too serious.
Rick tried to leave the apartment and found that he couldn't even touch the door. "Well, either the afterlife is really weird, or some interior decorator has lost his tiny mind. There's a black ball in the living room and a force field on the door." This was already far beyond Rick's experience, but it didn't really bother him. He was just glad to be alive, even if it meant he had to put up with some Twilight Zone bullshit. Accidentally killing himself was just about the most embarrassing way he could imagine himself dying.
Rick came back into the living room just in time to see the two prison guards being drawn out of thin air by the lasers projected from the ball. "Okay, so now I'm in Star Trek. Beam me up, fatty." He was glad he put his gun away. He leaned against the wall, arms folded, and waited to see what would happen next.
Inventory: Desert Eagle .50 AE Handgun (6 bullets remaining), Police Baton, Stun Gun, Matches, Scissors, Plastic Baggie of Doggie Treats, Empty Crack Pipe, $500 in Small Bills
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Post by noshield30 on Jan 23, 2012 0:55:49 GMT -5
The fact that 4 more people had appeared in the room snapped Omar back to reality. He wasn't normally superstitious, in fact he is usually quite rational, though sometimes under pressure he thinks wierd things. 'Snap out of it Omar, 13 my ass.. u gotta start thinking straight. There must be a logical explanation for all of this.'Omar thought to himself. Omar then remembered how the person next to him who helped him off the floor was already there before he and everyone else in the room was. 'Hmm maybe he knows more about whats going on' he thought. Omar was hesitant to ask, as strangers made him uncomfortable, but then he thought, 'this guy helped me off the floor, he can't be that bad'. Omar introduced himself to Abel. "Hey.. I'm Omar.. so.. do you know whats going on here?"
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Jan 26, 2012 12:21:16 GMT -5
"(mumble)....(mumble)...na-na...(mumble)...help" was all that could be heard from Taylor who still continued to rock back an forth in the same place.
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Post by Жenophilius on Jan 26, 2012 13:44:17 GMT -5
Leslie wasn't all that surprised when no one answered her little hello at first. Her momma had always said she had the voice of a bumble bee.
Suddenly out of nowhere came some woman dressed up in an Officers uniform. Not only that, but she apparently knew who Leslie was! "famous? oh no I'm nothing special really." Leslie blushed as she waved away the compliments she was receiving. Her happy go lucky good time though came to an end with two men, they looked like Prison Guards, were brought in and started pointing their guns.
"eep." Leslie let out a small squeak, soon shuffling her large self behind the female Police Officer for protection. The two Guards were apparently looking for someone, but they hadn't said anything other than 'he'.
"um, sirs?" She poked her head from behind the female Officers form. "who are you looking for?"
(Note: I purposely had all of Leslie's dialogue be in lower case to make it look smaller, like she wasn't trying to talk loud at all.)
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Post by Amphyess on Jan 30, 2012 17:10:01 GMT -5
This is fucking boring. I'm going to have some fun; Max went to the kitchen and did three lines of coke and then screamed "Will something fucking happen before I rip out my eye for some amusement."
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Post by βeηrγ on Jan 30, 2012 18:19:44 GMT -5
The room gradually became full with people as many more got transferred. This event now did not startle Brett as much as the first times as he was getting used to it. Still, no one knew anything, no one was talking and they all looked just as much confused as Brett was feeling, although he was not showing it. No one had answered him except what seemed like a junkie who just blatantly said he had OD'ed. Brett sighted, leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette. He reached in his other pocket and took out the lighter. He breathed in and let the smoke fuel his lungs and then he let it out. This calmed him a bit and he continued to enjoy that smoke, waiting for something to happen.
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Post by queenofblades on Feb 6, 2012 9:47:16 GMT -5
Ellia was shocked at Leslie's modesty. In Ellia eyes Leslie was quite possibility one of the best female role models ever. Ellia wanted to ask more questions but two prison guards entered the room and pointed their weapons saying that they were looking for someone. When Leslie hid behind Ellia her first thoughts were along the lines of "she is human after all." Still this didn't take anything away from Leslie. Ellia wanted to draw her weapon but she knew that her aim wasn't exactly what someone would call "good." She calmly looked around the room before addressing the guards. "Well since your prison guards I take it your looking for a prisoner. Obviously. I'm guessing you guys must have died trying to find them. That's just a thought anyway. It seems like death brought us all here. For what reason I have no idea."
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Feb 10, 2012 21:35:27 GMT -5
Abel raised an eyebrow at the men that appeared in the room, he heard them shouting and they pointed their weapons around. In response to Omar, he said, "Not at all, kid. All I know is that this is where the dead go." Chances are that the cops are looking for that tall guy. He lifted both hands to rub his face and groaned. He was annoyed with the lack of information he had. The guards were explaining that there was a prisoner in an orange jumpsuit with long hair. He was half-listening, but understood that the guy was supposedly a person named Morbius Trent, he was highly dangerous and killed both of the guards by biting out their throats. But, then, why would he be there before they were..? Before he was able to do anything else, Abel almost leaped into the air at the sound of the music that erupted from the ball. The song sounded almost satanic - it was definitely metal. The guitar and drums were slow and heavy, the vocals eerie. In the backround, the sound of females wailing only heightened the chilling music. Abel thought it sounded like something he'd hear when diving into the depths of Hell. In fact, the song was Celtic Frost's own "Os Abysmi Vel Daath". Though it was likely none of the recently-deceased in the room were aware of it. "A pallid sun sheds dimmest glow. On mute and pallid soil. I am the one, a life long gone. A refuge raped in search of life. Like a shadow on this earth. In embraces pale as human flesh. I am unborn, and I'm undone. How much of me is lost. I deny my own desire. Lying one among the liars. I deny my own desire."And as abruptly as it had started, the music had come to a halt. The chords and drums had ceased - as had the mildly-disturbing (to 'normal people') vocals. The black ball's display lit up and green, text flew across it, similar to the text one saw on the display of very old computers; the only difference was the fact that the letters were rounder and the obvious exchange of certain letters with numbers. Y0ur l1v35 h4v3 3nd3d. H0w y0u u53 y0ur n3w l1v3s 15 up t0 m3. Th4t's th3 th30ry, 4nyw4y5.The text vanished and was replaced with a picture and more text. This tme, aside from the heading, there were no numbers infused into the writing. Y0u 5chmuck5 w1ll n0w k1ll th353 845t4rd5. Reaper Alien. Characteristics: Evil, loud, fast, and angsty.
Likes: Wailing, killing, macabre, and graveyards.
Dislikes: Living things.
Quotes: "Creeeeeeeeeeee!"The text faded away with the image and the ball opened, bestowing its gift of weaponry to those that were intelligent enough to figure out what to do. The rack contained three types of guns, and a case for each of the people inside the room. When the music began to play, Morbius opened the door ahead of him. He'd heard the guards and was wondering what to do. He decided to shut the door behind him. He was able to see in the hardly-lit room without a problem. There were sword hilts scattered around the floor and a pair of large motorcycle-esque vehicles in the corners. He walked over to one of the piles and shrugged. Maybe it'd work if he added something to it? With a shrug, he staggered over to the vehicle and sat in the seat. He pressed his back against the monobike and listened to the music blaring, before it was cut off. Too bad, the music was pretty good... Wonder what's going on, here. Might as well just relax here, until whenever. I can wait them out for a bit, can't I?After the music finished playing, the guards had read the black ball. As had Abel, Celine, and Peter. The Trainor brothers had stopped crying and managed to stumble to their feet. Their eyes were red and their clothing was charred and ripped apart. It was the first time they paid attention to something, other than the fact that they were in a strange place. The Muslim couple began praying, still in one another's arms. Celine shook her head and said, "We're supposed to kill... What, the Grim Reaper?" Abel heard her comment and couldn't help but chuckle. He'd died, just as everyone else had. He knew that. What were they going to do, kill the thing that brought them there? Peter was still in the kitchen, he hadn't moved an inch, even after the music had finished playing. Remaining Equipment: 12 X-Rifles, 6 X-Guns, 6 Y-Guns, 3 G-Swords, and 1 Monobike. Character Equipment:Peter: 9mm Glock 19 (10 rounds in clip), two spare magazines. John (Guard 1): SPAS-12 (3 shells loaded), twelve spare (12 gauge) shells, body armor, M1911 Colt (7 rounds in clip), and one clip. Tom (Guard 2): SPAS-12 (4 shells loaded), ten spare (12 gauge) shells, body armor, M1911 Colt (4 rounds in clip), and one clip. Morbius: G-Sword and Monobike.
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Post by selloutboy on Feb 14, 2012 14:30:51 GMT -5
"Sweet! Now I'm the death panel!" said Rick, stepping over to the now-open black ball. He outright ignored the wailing and gnashing of teeth around him, being especially careful not to come between the prison guards and and the (former) prisoner. "What are we doing, hunting goths with laser guns? Is this some kind of afterlife reality TV show? Sign me up."
Rick thought the y-shaped gun looked kind of stupid, so he grabbed a rifle and an x-shaped pistol, along with the metal suitcase with his name on it. He had noticed one person walk into another room he hadn't explored yet, so he went in there and discovered the sword hilts and monobikes. Shrugging, he picked up a hilt and played with it until he figured out how to extend and retract the blade. He made it long enough to touch the ceiling before he stopped and retracted it. Turning to the other person in the room, he mused aloud: "I wonder if this thing could cut through a tin can and still make Julienne fries."
Rick moved to a corner and set down his stash. He opened the case and examined the suit and controller. If this was some kind of magic/alien/afterlife/hidden camera game show thing, then all of the contestants were probably meant to wear these suits and strap the electronic doodads to their wrists. Rick decided to be a law abiding citizen for once, since he knew he'd have to follow at least SOME of the rules if he was going to win anything, or at least avoid sticking out from the others enough to raise their suspicion and make it more difficult to con them for...whatever he could get out of them.
Smiling sarcastically for any potential cameras, Rick stripped naked right there and put on the suit and controller. Everything fit perfectly and comfortably, even though it was tight. Rick thought for a moment that he might look like a superhero or something, which would have been cool, but then he thought about the similarity of the suit's material to black rubber or latex...
Out in the main room, everyone could probably hear Rick yell. "Shit! I'm the damn gimp!"
Rick put his trench coat on over the suit, which made him feel considerably less embarrassed. He holstered the sword and gun in the suit's leg-holsters, checked his coat pockets to make sure his stuff was all accounted for, and put the rifle over his shoulders casually. He peered through the door back into the main room, wondering if anything else crazy was going on. Maybe that cat had found the catnip, or something. He also made sure to keep an eye on the can of gasoline he left out there.
Inventory: Suit (worn), controller (strapped to wrist), x-gun, g-sword, x-rifle, Desert Eagle .50 AE Handgun (6 bullets remaining), Police Baton, Stun Gun, Matches, Scissors, Plastic Baggie of Doggie Treats, Empty Crack Pipe, $500 in Small Bills
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Post by Amphyess on Feb 15, 2012 14:02:23 GMT -5
Max was starting to wish something would go down, then music began to play."Hells yeah I love Celtic Frost.(Max went to the main room and began to head bang but then the song ended)Bitch ball you finally do something cool and then-(max read the text and thought it was cool and all but wished the song would continue;then the ball opened and Max heard Rick's reality comment)Fuck yeah sign me up too.". Max went up to Gantz and grabbed two x-guns and a case that said snow white's prince. A memory of max's sister almost surfaced but Max suppressed it."Hell no you ball don't try to mind fuck me unless you got an mind condom.". Max began to laugh at his own stupid joke then heard Ricks pulp fiction joke. Max went to the monobike room and saw Rick in his suit. Max then put down his x-guns and opened his case and saw a similar suit so he too stripped down naked not caring who saw him;(all the while chuckling at Rick's joke) and put on the suit and holstered his x-guns and then went up too Rick and wrapped his arm around Rick's neck and said in between chuckles"Dude you're so fucking funny were you a comedian who "died" on stage.HAHAHAHAHA.". Max the fell to the ground rolling with laughter from his stupid joke. Max then Sat up and continue to speak "But for real dude you want to go fuck up these reaper bitches with me.".
Inventory: suit, x-gunX2(holstered), controller
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Post by selloutboy on Feb 17, 2012 13:23:22 GMT -5
Rick found it amusing that Max was so ridiculously amused. He didn't care for the invasion of personal space, but an ally is an ally, and an easy mark is an easy mark.
"Hey, running director's commentary is just one of the many services I offer. Thank you for purchasing Ricktracks. I'm Rick. You want to team up on this, that works for me."
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Post by queenofblades on Feb 17, 2012 14:09:52 GMT -5
Before Ellia could say anymore the sound of music filled the air. Not in a sense of peaceful serene music. More like headbanger music. The song wasn't bad but it wasn't the best choice. text appeared on the black ball and vanished. Only to reveal a picture of a....creature that they had to kill. "Whoa what? How the hell do we kill the Grim Reaper?" Shortly after that the black ball opened up and displayed weapons and suitcases for everyone. Ellia grabbed the suitcase with her name on it and opened it. There was a black suit inside of it. "This looks like something out of a porn store. A-are we suppose to wear these?" Ellia was reluctant but if it came with the weapons then it had to be somewhat important.
Ellia made her way into the hallway to change clothes. She wanted to be make it quick because she didn't know if anyone in the room was a pervert or not. When she finally had a chance to look at herself she saw that the suit was skin tight she put her uniform on over it. She re-entered the room and made her way to the weapons. She saw some guns and rifles but her aim wasn't too well with guns. Still a gun was always a good weapon to have. She grabbed one that was shaped like the letter "Y" and examined it. The she saw something that looked like gun but futuristic. "This is weird. It's like a gun but far more advance than anything I've ever seem." Ellia looked at Leslie. "What exactly is going on here?" Ellia knew that Leslie didn't have the answers but it was more of a rhetorical question.
Inventory: X-Gun, Controller, Suit, Y-Gun
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Post by βeηrγ on Feb 17, 2012 14:28:32 GMT -5
Brett sighted as he drew his last smoke. Everything was happening so fast. The ball had opened and some death metal music had started playing, Brett really hated that genre. He was more a classic rock guy. He moved over to the ball and inspected the weapons. He grabbed one (x-gun) and weighted it in his hands. It seemed real. The weight was there and the surface of the gun was smooth and cold and solid metal. Brett noticed there were two triggers in all of the weapons. He left the weapon where it was and moved to look at the suitcases.
Once again he was surprised as he saw one with his name "Harving" imprinted on it. He took the suitcase and opened it. Inside there was a suit and some kind of PDA device. He had no choice, he had to play along. Whether that monster, or alien as the ball had called it was true or not, he was here for a reason, and wearing that suit was part of the game. He might look ridiculous on it but he doubted the makers of this 'game' if one could call it so, where here to make a few laughs. For now he had the idea that this was some sort of psychological experiment, although there was no proof to sustain it.
He went to the hallway and got naked, and being very comfortable with his body he was not ashamed if anyone saw him. He saw the material was like latex, there was no way it would fit over his clothes. So he put on the suit which seemed like it was made for his body. He carefully folded his clothes and put them inside the suitcase. He also noticed a strap on the suit, it was made for the PDA device.
"Everything in it's place." He said to himself as he went back inside the room. There were some people who had also dressed while others seemed panicked. He didn't like to explain things until he was sure so he avoided talking with anyone else. They knew as much as him. He saw that there were hostlers on his legs and they certainly were for the guns. So he gabbed two different kind of guns and put them in its hostler and also a large weapon, holding it in his hands.
He was waiting for whatever.
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Post by Жenophilius on Feb 23, 2012 13:29:34 GMT -5
The sudden blast of music caught Leslie off guard, causing the rather robust woman to jump up in fear, giving off a tiny, quiet scream as she turned around and watched the big black ball give off weird noises.
"Oh dearie me." The kind girl quietly watched as the music faded and a horrifying image of a scary monster appeared on the ball. "Eeep" She whispered as information started to sprawl along side the image. "Scary scary scary." She kept repeating over and over, sitting still in her spot so as not to draw much attention.
Suddenly the ball opened up, causing Leslie to let out another quiet scream. It seemed that there were weapons stashed inside the ball, and the people were supposed to grab them.
Looking at Ellia, Leslie watched as the Policewoman bravely walked up to the ball and retrieved what looked like a suit case and some kind of hand gun. She saw other people were wearing the black suits that came in the suit case, which suddenly caused Leslie to look down at herself. "I guess I can't go running around in a bikini."
She shyly walked up to the ball, but then immediately jumped back in fear. "Th-there's a person inside." She whispered, shaking heavily and some color draining from her face. Trying to be brave, Leslie tip-toed forward again to retrieve her suit case, keeping her eyes on the man inside the ball.
Opening the suit case up, she was greeted by the same black suit as everyone else, as well as a controller like device. Leslie was able to get the suit on with ease, and because she was wearing a string bikini she was able to put the suit on first and then just slip the bikini off.
Looking down at the controller, Leslie guessed that it must be important and decided to attach and strap it onto her arm.
"What exactly is going on here?"
Leslie jumped back at the sudden sound of Ellia's voice. Grasping her chest lightly, Leslie breathed slowly to regain her composure. "Um, I don't know." Was all the hulking woman could say as she looked down at the ground in shyness.
Inventory: Suit
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Feb 24, 2012 18:07:16 GMT -5
After the music had finished Taylor started kicking and screaming at the wall blathering "NAA-NAA THEIR COMING!"
Taylor would continue his rage and assault until his friend would come to help.
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