Well, the GCD got really angry at us and kicked us out into the Memorable Threads forum. So now we play in a guild. Yay.
Ho'kay, so people are going to be taking turns being the Game Master, doing things like writing the story updates, tallying votes, choosing the positions and all that jazz for the Sniper game. I filled out an application. It consists of jailing someone, someone being sniped, someone being killed, and people being eliminated due to inactivity in the game.
I dunno. Judge I guess.
Application
"A witch! A witch!....er, Sniper!" cried the people of the game. Wrendaith was being dragged along to her fate in a cold cell. She cried,"I'm not a Sniper! They framed me!"
"Sure sure..."
She was thrown in her cell quite hard, making her stumble more than a few steps until she reached the wall. She took in her fate and her new living quarters. A few beds, a few others she new and a stranger she didn't.
"Welcome stranger!" he said in a voice that sounded as if he said this line too many times.
"Er, I'm not a stranger, I'm-"
"What're ya buyin?" he said, opening his coat wide with one arm to reveal all sorts trinkets, doodads, and even a rocket launcher.
Wren was confused by this odd man. "Uh, I'm in a cell, I don't have any money."
"Come back anytime." The stranger turned around and faced the wall.
She looked at the other cellmates.
"We don't get it either. He says only those lines and he never turns away from the wall otherwise."
It was going to be an odd stay in the cell.
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"Hey you guys, whatever happened to Druki? He hasn't been here in a while." One player asked thoughtfully.
"Probably doing stuff with his snake."
"Be that as it may, shouldn't he have come back sooner. I mean, he's been gone for a few hours now."
"He's either the best time of his life, or he's having a rough time." A few of the player's let out a snicker.
"Dude, you guys are sick. C'mon, let's go look for him." The others let out a sigh and decided to follow.
It wasn't long before they found him in Durem. On the front of the church-like building he was found dead, crucified. Many cringed at the sight, a few even threw up.
The killer was very thorough with the process. He first broke Druki's ankles so he had no chance of escape. He then proceeded to slowly do inhuman acts to him, things like cutting the web-like skin in between his fingers, breaking his jaw, and gouging his eyes. It was clear that he next began to skin him alive as there were marks of blood in the shapes of hands, as if trying to blindly crawl away from his attacker. That was not done with a knife, though. The killer tore the flesh off of him, some small chunks lying around though for the majority it was gone. Dry, dark blood was every from the wounds, even a faint "Help" was found not too far from the biggest area of blood. The Crazed Killer didn't want him killed this fast. He broke both his arms before the crucifiction, doing so one arm at a time. He crucified his hands twice, as to prevent the stakes from ripping his hands and giving him some hope of escape. And there he hung until he died hours before the others found him, blood dripping from his wounds.
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As they were walking from the sight of Druki's corpse, a thought hit them.
"Hey, whatever happened to the Sniper's kill?" asked Dukes to no one in general.
"Probably to lazy."
"Maybe they conspired with the Crazed Killer and we still haven't found the corpse."
"Dude, evidence was posted earlier that they were not working together. Remember the clue?"
"Yeah, but it could've been false."
"I think it's real."
"Nu-uh!"
"Yeah-huh!"
And so the bickering continued. Dukes began to tire of the other stupidity. He sighed and walked his own way off to his house. He avoided conspicuos places, though, as the fear of being sniped still existed.
As he walked, he decided to take a shortcut through an alley. It wasn't too dark, as it was still sunny. He was strolling away, wondering what topics what come up in tonight's phone call when he thought he heard something. He looked around, saw no one, and continued on but at a faster pace. Just then he noticed some motes of dust falling. He looked up at the rooftops to spot the Sniper.
He set off at a dead run but it was futile. The Sniper shot his hamstring, sending Dukes crashing to the floor, blood squirting out of his leg. He clutched it, bending over, trying desperately to limp away but at the back of his mind he knew he was dead. He slowed down and eventually stopped, wondering why he wasn't dead yet. He turned around, looking at the rooftops but didn't notice the Sniper. When he faced forward once more, though, he saw the end of the barrel.
BLAM!
It wasn't pointed at his head, though, rather at his neck. His fleshed was torn by the bullet. Blood squirted out at a rapid pace. He tried to breath, only to make gurgling noise and he fell to the floor, blood flowing freely from his wounds. The Sniper left him for dead in the alley.
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A few of the players woke up late and questioned what happened, who died, and how. They explained that Druki was dead at the church and that if they wanted to see his corpse before it was taken down they could. They hurried over, eager to see and unable to comprehend how horrendous it could be. When they got there, one died from a heart attack caused by sheer shock. They others merely turned away, only to see bullets flying at them from the Clocktower.
Wrendaith has been jailed, Druki has been killed, and Dukes has been sniped. (players) were removed due to inactivity.
"Sure sure..."
She was thrown in her cell quite hard, making her stumble more than a few steps until she reached the wall. She took in her fate and her new living quarters. A few beds, a few others she new and a stranger she didn't.
"Welcome stranger!" he said in a voice that sounded as if he said this line too many times.
"Er, I'm not a stranger, I'm-"
"What're ya buyin?" he said, opening his coat wide with one arm to reveal all sorts trinkets, doodads, and even a rocket launcher.
Wren was confused by this odd man. "Uh, I'm in a cell, I don't have any money."
"Come back anytime." The stranger turned around and faced the wall.
She looked at the other cellmates.
"We don't get it either. He says only those lines and he never turns away from the wall otherwise."
It was going to be an odd stay in the cell.
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"Hey you guys, whatever happened to Druki? He hasn't been here in a while." One player asked thoughtfully.
"Probably doing stuff with his snake."
"Be that as it may, shouldn't he have come back sooner. I mean, he's been gone for a few hours now."
"He's either the best time of his life, or he's having a rough time." A few of the player's let out a snicker.
"Dude, you guys are sick. C'mon, let's go look for him." The others let out a sigh and decided to follow.
It wasn't long before they found him in Durem. On the front of the church-like building he was found dead, crucified. Many cringed at the sight, a few even threw up.
The killer was very thorough with the process. He first broke Druki's ankles so he had no chance of escape. He then proceeded to slowly do inhuman acts to him, things like cutting the web-like skin in between his fingers, breaking his jaw, and gouging his eyes. It was clear that he next began to skin him alive as there were marks of blood in the shapes of hands, as if trying to blindly crawl away from his attacker. That was not done with a knife, though. The killer tore the flesh off of him, some small chunks lying around though for the majority it was gone. Dry, dark blood was every from the wounds, even a faint "Help" was found not too far from the biggest area of blood. The Crazed Killer didn't want him killed this fast. He broke both his arms before the crucifiction, doing so one arm at a time. He crucified his hands twice, as to prevent the stakes from ripping his hands and giving him some hope of escape. And there he hung until he died hours before the others found him, blood dripping from his wounds.
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As they were walking from the sight of Druki's corpse, a thought hit them.
"Hey, whatever happened to the Sniper's kill?" asked Dukes to no one in general.
"Probably to lazy."
"Maybe they conspired with the Crazed Killer and we still haven't found the corpse."
"Dude, evidence was posted earlier that they were not working together. Remember the clue?"
"Yeah, but it could've been false."
"I think it's real."
"Nu-uh!"
"Yeah-huh!"
And so the bickering continued. Dukes began to tire of the other stupidity. He sighed and walked his own way off to his house. He avoided conspicuos places, though, as the fear of being sniped still existed.
As he walked, he decided to take a shortcut through an alley. It wasn't too dark, as it was still sunny. He was strolling away, wondering what topics what come up in tonight's phone call when he thought he heard something. He looked around, saw no one, and continued on but at a faster pace. Just then he noticed some motes of dust falling. He looked up at the rooftops to spot the Sniper.
He set off at a dead run but it was futile. The Sniper shot his hamstring, sending Dukes crashing to the floor, blood squirting out of his leg. He clutched it, bending over, trying desperately to limp away but at the back of his mind he knew he was dead. He slowed down and eventually stopped, wondering why he wasn't dead yet. He turned around, looking at the rooftops but didn't notice the Sniper. When he faced forward once more, though, he saw the end of the barrel.
BLAM!
It wasn't pointed at his head, though, rather at his neck. His fleshed was torn by the bullet. Blood squirted out at a rapid pace. He tried to breath, only to make gurgling noise and he fell to the floor, blood flowing freely from his wounds. The Sniper left him for dead in the alley.
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A few of the players woke up late and questioned what happened, who died, and how. They explained that Druki was dead at the church and that if they wanted to see his corpse before it was taken down they could. They hurried over, eager to see and unable to comprehend how horrendous it could be. When they got there, one died from a heart attack caused by sheer shock. They others merely turned away, only to see bullets flying at them from the Clocktower.
Wrendaith has been jailed, Druki has been killed, and Dukes has been sniped. (players) were removed due to inactivity.
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