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Tsukeru Di Lorio (
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2016-11-15 03:36 am (UTC)
Premise
<center><img src="http://i.imgur.com/UhrtcnH.png"> <cut text="Premise"><center><table width="500" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="0"><tbody><tr><td colspan="4" align="justify"><img width="500px" src="http://www.topvaluereviews.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/bardstown-kentucy-small-town-main-streets.jpg"> <blockquote>At first, you're sure it's nothing more than a dream -- a <i>nightmare</i>. You don't recognize the town or anything within it. You don't even recognize the clothes on your back or the books in your arm. Even if you try tossing them, they're appearing right back in your arms the moment you blink. No matter what this is, the fact remains that your body is moving on its own (or, more accurately, your <i>legs and feet</i>). No matter how much effort you put into it, you can't hope to regain control. You <i>can</i> move your hands, your head, ...everything <b>but</b> what's leading you straight to a brick building. This building gives you the creeps, in spite of it having such a normal appearance. There's some sort of... cold air coming from it, and you're pretty sure you just saw some shadowy figure watching you from that window...</td></tr></tbody></table> <center><table width="500" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="0"><tbody><tr><td colspan="4" align="justify"><img width="500px" src="http://media.gettyimages.com/videos/medium-shot-front-exterior-of-brick-school-building-wtraffic-passing-video-id759-68?s=640x640"> <blockquote>Try as you might, you can't seem to flag anyone down to ask for their help. No matter how much your feet seem to want you to go, <i>you do not want to go into that building</i>. Fear grips at your chest, almost an unnatural amount. There's a cold sweat forming over your body. Whether it's a feeling you're familiar with or not, you can't shake it off. Your heart is pounding, your breaths are coming out unnatural fast, and it's getting worse with each step you're forced into taking. The twin doors swing open, almost as though on cue. You're inside, but your feet aren't finished. You're led to some strange office, where a mysterious woman is sitting, as though... waiting for you? <center><img src="http://o.aolcdn.com/hss/storage/fss/9ad1f0e6a0ffe1ed26ae67e7a05ce5c3/kjhshdkjashd.png"></center> "Well, hello! I was wondering when you'd finally arrive," she greets in an... eerily cheerful tone. You're given a moment to ask questions, all of which she responds with "all in good time" and nothing more. It's after you're quiet (whether it's by choice or by the fact that your voice is suddenly <i>gone</i>), she will go on to explain a few things: "You've been chosen to be one of many in our newly-created educational system. We're so happy you agreed to come; we do understand that your <i>time is very valuable</i>. Now, we just need your signature -- right here on this line. Once we have that, we can begin the learning experience that we're <i>positive</i> you'll benefit from!" It seems you have no choice... Do you sign it? Of course you do. You really do not have a choice in this matter. You'll find a <a href="http://www.whitemagic.com.au/images/products/quills/TQblue.jpg">Blue Quill</a> in your hand. It will be as though something has taken over your hand. In the next moment, you're stabbing yourself (whether it be in the finger, the arm, the leg...) and holding the quill in place for at least five, full seconds. The pain is <i>immense...</i> <center><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y64ZOppJKMU/Tgg7vKpqFYI/AAAAAAAAArU/EvDBszMKNVs/s200/bloody%2Bquill%2Blogo.png"></center> But, your hand will be moving the quill to the... very blank piece of paper. Your hand will sign your <u>true name</u> (whether you were aware of it before all this, or not, you suddenly are <i>very aware</i>) in what looks like your handwriting. The quill will vanish the moment your name is written in what is clearly blood. Words flood the paper. You're only able to catch a small amount of what's on there before the woman snatches the paper towards herself. She gives a sickeningly sweet smile as she very neatly places the paper within a manilla folder. That's the very last thing you see before you realize you're able to move again. <center>-------------------------------</center> Murder School is a horror game with comedy undertones! It's set in the small town of Disce (Dee-Shay) where absolutely anything is possible. Activity Check is <u>OPTIONAL</u> (see the FAQ for more details). There will be an optional gamewide HMD every six months, as well as a Love HDM every month. We'll be providing a setting that offers some humor in the face of things such as murder and death, with many plot paths for players to choose from. This will be one of few warnings in regards to the context of the game. Please take some time to read the <a href="http://death-mods.dreamwidth.org/732.html">FAQ</a> and <a href="http://death-mods.dreamwidth.org/906.html">rules</a> before applying here. Just like with most other DWRP games, there will be some mature content, as well as potential triggers.
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