Mid-Range Game 5: Competing Realities

[Clanky he/him]

Jokes! These people are making jokes! Soon everybody is going to be trying to kill each-other but they still make jokes. This is insanity. Also note-to-self: never, seriously NEVER, trust Cleo!

 

"You are all crazy." Said Ank "I am leaving. Hopefully it's not too late and I haven't gone crazy like the rest of you!"

 

Again Ank tried to set out away from the group deeper into the city. 

 

EDIT: Grammar and Spelling

Edited March 5, 2015 by Clanky

[Alvron]

So, we can't set up our own PMs?

Correct.  PMs are requested via the GM.

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Correct.  PMs are requested via the GM.

Are we allowed to request other people be put in PMs together? (I request that Aonar and Wilson be put together in a PM, for instance)

[Alvron]

Are we allowed to request other people be put in PMs together? (I request that Aonar and Wilson be put together in a PM, for instance)

I was wondering who would think of that.  Yes, yes you can.

Edited March 5, 2015 by Alvron

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

I was wondering if any would think of that.  Yes, yes you can.

Oh, the trolling that will ensue in this game. The trolling! XD

[Tulir he/him]

I was wondering who would think of that.  Yes, yes you can.

Oh my... That makes everything significantly more.... interesting  

[Lord Pifferdoo he/him]

After hearing this news, Count Piffula cackled madly and started to twist his fingers in interesting ways. 

Count Piffula was found moments later in a corner, drawing strange symbols in the sand. Symbols that resembled animals and butts.

[little wilson she/her]

(I request that Aonar and Wilson be put together in a PM, for instance)

 

 

 

....I hate you all. That's a horrible idea. And I would refuse to talk anyway.

[Gamma Fiend he/him]

Is there a cap on how many PMs a player can request? Per cycle?

What about if the same people get requested to be put in the same PM together? Say for instance... 10 people request Wilson and Aonar be put in PMs together, would that make 10 separate PMs? *Ahem* Not giving any ideas here.....

[Alvron]

Is there a cap on how many PMs a player can request? Per cycle?

What about if the same people get requested to be put in the same PM together? Say for instance... 10 people request Wilson and Aonar be put in PMs together, would that make 10 separate PMs? *Ahem* Not giving any ideas here.....

No limit on PM requests

 

If someone requests a PM that is already set up then I will ignore the order.

[little wilson she/her]

If someone requests a PM that is already set up then I will ignore the order.

 

Oh my gosh, thank you. I can breathe easy now....Mostly....

[Feligon he/him]

Oh, all right.  Ferrin, an ancient man with an ancient passion, fighting.  None of that sissy, ranged gobbledy-goop people are doing nowadays.  It's all point and kill, where's the fun in that?  You can't even see the terror in your opponent's eyes when you slice their weapon in half and they realize their fate is sealed, despite how much they try to abscond.  Some people accuse Ferrin that he uses too many big old-timey words, but to Ferrin, they seem to fit well; big, old words for a big, old guy.

 

"I reckon I only got a few more fights in me, but I wont stop until the day I die.  What's the point of livin' if ya ain't gonna do nuthin'?

[ShardbearerFanatic2014]

I am the Shard!! Prepare to be sharded! Prepare to be defeated, maimed, and destroyed!!! 

 

I don't really know what I'm doing...I'm signing up with the help of my friend Wilson...bear with me (pun intended)

[Aonar he/him]

Naran had slipped off the moment the city had materialized around him, hounds following at his heels. He had heard the sourceless voice speaking, but he didn't care. Apparently he was here to put on a show. Well, whoever the watchers were, they certainly weren't getting one from him.

Really, he just wanted to be home. At the very least, whatever strange force had brought him here had brought his dogs too, and whatever small comfort they could give. Naran needed to find a place he could rest, a place to fortify, a place to make his own. Somewhere where he could take care of his dogs, and hopefully get out of this mess alive.

Walking through the ruined buildings, he started to feel a little dismayed. What exactly had he been dumped into? A fight to the death? Who in their right mind picked random people, with lives and friends and families, and forced them to kill each other? And who in their right mind would actually comply with that? He shook his head, wondering at the sheer idiocy of it all.

Finn gave a quiet bark, nudging Naran's hand with his nose, obviously sensing his master's distress. "Shh. It's alright." He absentmindedly rubbed the massive shepherd's head. Despite his imposing size, he'd always been the sensitive one, at ease with people, quick to comfort those he saw in need.

Naran turned back for a moment, ensuring that Aora was still following. The wolfhound trailed a few yards behind, stalking warily through the streets, ears up and head down, alert for the slightest disturbance. She was the quiet one, the dangerous one. A protector, a fighter, a hunter; lean and wiry. Kind and gentle enough with Naran and Finn, or course, but not afraid of a fight. She was definitely the one to rely on in situations like this.

He turned back, smiling slightly. Things were going to be alright. They'd find a way. Who knew, maybe if they could camp out somewhere far enough out of the way, they could avoid the conflict entirely.

Something to note: If any of you dare lay a hand on my dogs in RP (this includes you, Almighty GM), other, perhaps, than to take them in if Naran dies, it will be my personal mission to rend you limb from limb make you feel like the biggest slontze to ever walk this Earth.

(I request that Aonar and Wilson be put together in a PM, for instance)

I'm not certain if this is a great idea, or a terrible one.

....I hate you all. That's a horrible idea. And I would refuse to talk anyway.

What're you talking about? This is now officially a great idea. That's hurtful, Wilson. What'd I ever do to you?

EDIT: Added Quote.

Edited March 5, 2015 by Aonar Faileas

[phattemer]

The Honorable Sir Maestro Dr. Brightlord Seixa, Ph.D., M.D., LL.B., J.D., D.Phil., O.D., Psy.D., D.D.S., D.C., D.P.M., D.V.M., Pharm.D., N.D., S.J.D., Esq. spotted a pack of rabid canines rushing toward him. He immediately pulled out a tranquilizer gun, fired thrice, and went toward the still forms to inspect them. They all had spikes in them, which apparently made them stronger. After a moment of consternation, he decided that they were unnatural and pulled them out. The dogs shrank down to a triplet of adorable chihuahua puppies, about the size of a fist. He picked them up and returned them to their owner.

[Splinter he/him]

      Lil' Meester Wafa hit the ground running.  They're gaining on me!  I'm going to die this time, aren't I?  Earlier Wafa had been spying on some inquisitors, and saw them stab a man with a spike, similar to the ones on Wafa's elbows.  The inquisitors did this over and over again, bringing in new people every time.  These people did not always die, but when they left, they would walk out in a stupor, as if their soul had been punctured, and was deflating with every step they took.  After many people had been impaled, the inquisitors brought in a new man, who looked triumphant, excited, and excited, as if his life goal was to come here.  They tied a man to a metal table, and abruptly stabbed his eyes with two spikes, and the man shrieked, writhing on the cold metal, as blood poured down his face.  It took Wafa awhile, as he was a bit slow but eventually started to make connections about his sudden powers and how it had happened the same day he had got his spikes.  He had figured out the secrets of hemalurgy.  Flaring his luck, he snuck into the room and managed to grab two spikes before an inquisitor noticed him.  "Kae!" an inquisitor yelled, angry, charging at Wafa  "There's a boy in the room!  Don't let him out!"  Fafa stuffed the spikes into a pack he brought, and still flaring his compounded chromium, he also burned regular chromium, and directed it at the two inquisitors chasing him.  The inquisitors had been momentarily stunned by their loss of powers, and Wafa jumped out the window, stained glass shattering, and Wafa the ground running.  

      I'll need to hide, I can't face them all, unless I use my shardblade or awakening.  The inquisitors were gaining on him, and soon he found himself cornered in an alley, three inquisitors looking triumphant.  "It must be my lucky day!" An inquisitor said coldly, with a smirk on his face.  "A Leecher.  I myself don't have Chromium!" the inquisitor added, taking a spike out of his robe.  "No," said Wafa, trembling, but determined not to show weakness "It's my lucky day.  I'm also a Spinner,"  So, with a tremendous flare of compounded chromium, Wafa knocked the spike out of the inquisitors hand, just as a shardblade appeared in his hand, wet, like as if it had been left out in the grass over night.  With that, Wafa seperated the inquisitors head from his shoulders, severing his soul.  When he looked up, he saw that the two other inquisitors had left, evidently scared (Yeah Winter, Wafa sacred Kae and Cleo!).

      Wafa sat down on his bread, braciing himself, as he stabbed two spikes into his sternum, one above the other.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Ooh. Let the PM Games begin.  

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

No limit on PM requests

 

If someone requests a PM that is already set up then I will ignore the order.

 

Prepare for the deluge of PMs that will obliterate your PM boxes.

[Alvron]

The game shall begin in 48 hours.

 

Last chance to join in on the madness.

[Lightsworn Panda he/him]

Mwahahaha... mwahahahah... How many possible match ups will there be with this amount of players, I wonder? 

 

As it stands, there are currently 600 different match-ups.

[Jo and the Bush all/any]

As it stands, there are currently 600 different match-ups.

Wrong!

 

That math only takes one on one PM's into account. You also have to remember the three person Pm's, the 4 person PM's, all the way up to the 27 person PM's. There are too many comnibations to count.

 

So I'm going to request that Alvron makes every single possible combination as soon as the game starts.

[Alvron]

So I'm going to request that Alvron makes every single possible combination as soon as the game starts.

We have our first casualty.    Poor Joe, if only he had watched his step.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I'm very excited for this game. The amount of factions coupled with the ignorance we begin with and this new PM rule is going to make this an extremely fun game. Especially for those watching the behind the scenes stuff.

[Seonid he/him]

I probably shouldn't, as I have hardly any time. But whatever. I'm in.

 

Samhain, an Ardent from Roshar, is in.

[Renegade he/him]

Let it be known that Ren never backs down from a faction game!  ...Just like I never create characters who have rational thought processes.

 

Restless looked up from his coffee at the ruins of the city.  “Whoa… where are we? Is that a camera? What’s going on? Is this going to be a painful experience? Who’s cheering? Are they cheering for me? I hope so because I have no idea what’s going on and it’s really bothering me!”  Restless took a huge swig of coffee.  “So what are we doing? What are we waiting for? Let’s do something! This is boring! Let’s just jump up and down and up and down and up and down like there’s no tomorrow! Is there going to be a tomorrow? Maybe not, because I don’t know what’s going on! Someone help me! I’m so bored I don’t think I can stay awake! I’ll die! No! No! NO!!!”

 

“You alright there, pal?” someone asked Restless.

 

“Oh don’t worry, I’m fine. Absolutely fine.” Restless took another swig of his coffee before opening his eyes. “Okay, no, I’m freaking out now! I’m freaking out! I’m OUT OF COFFEE!!! Ahhh! NO!!! The end is nigh! The caffeine has fled us, leaving only destruction in its wake! We’re going to be put to sleep! AHHHHH!!!” Restless ran around in circles, screaming in terror.

 

Also, a question: what happens when someone tries to find the Serial Killer's faction?

Edited March 6, 2015 by Renegade