The narrator's story will be told from the "town" perspective. If you're not town... Just enjoy it! =]
You are startled awake as the deafening roar of rushing water fills your ears. The lights flicker overhead in your cabin, and you feel the trembling of the water flooding the decks beneath you. With crazed thoughts gleaming in your mind, you quickly wake the other passengers who are with you and barge out into the corridor, mingling with the barrage of other cruisers who are working their way frantically upwards. As you manage to push your way to the hall, the pressure builds further and torrents of freezing ocean water flood the halls. Abandoning those you had helped out, you work desperately and instinctively to escape from the doomed vessel. After almost half an our of tiring exertion, you find yourself floating in the vast and empty ocean, watching as the remains of the twisted metal cruise liner sink into the clutches of the cold waters.
Turning frantically around yourself, you manage to spot, in the distance, a mist-wreathed island with a tall building atop, glowing like a beacon in the darkness. Working your way towards it, you climb the moss-covered, slimy stairs and mingle with a small group of other passengers, each as distraught and confused as you. Some time passes in silence as you wait for any other survivors, eyes keenly pressed on the horizon as you stare with bitter acceptance.
"We cannot stand out here all night. We should head inside," ventures one passenger.
With trepidation, the group agrees unanimously to move inside. As the last enters, the doors is blown shut by the wind, and all are plunged into blackness. Eventually, lights flicker on, and overhead can be seen the hulking visage of a man, sculpted from bronze, and emblazoned with the words, "NO GODS OR KINGS. ONLY MAN."
You all look at each other cautiously, as one brave passenger carefully explores the area, yelling as he discovers a small shuttle-cum-sphere held in place above a deep, vertical tunnel. Others casually filter in, proclaiming that the entire building seems to lead only to this place. Resignation fills your heart, and you realise it is the only way forward. You all pile in, closing the door, and sealing your journey. The bathysphere sinks downwards, evermore, and for a time all but your sense of hearing is void: the heavy panting of those around you becomes unbearable.
Finally, you all break through the darkened depths, and the view before you is spectacular: both instantly exciting and frightening. A towering city, erupting from the ocean floor, half aglow with luxurious neon signs and half broken and twisted, bleeding bubbles of precious air. Your route is clearly pre-determined, and you weave smoothly through buildings, above and below translucent tunnels that tie them all together. You are suddenly once more without sight as you abruptly enter a building, and the trajectory jolts quickly upright, and then to a stop. Your eyes eventually adjust to the lack of light, and blurry details slowly sharpen. The bathysphere door creaks open, and the eerie sensation of being cruelly exposed, as if naked, floods down your neck in a fit of tingling waves.
Unified as a group once more, you all slowly file out of the pod, and take in your desolate surroundings. Exquisite decorations that once hung from the walls have been torn down and broken into pieces, which are scattered across the lush red carpet. Splatters of blood adorn the walls, glistening in the damp light, and the slow creaks of the strained infrastructure are everpresent. Small, twisted creatures run across the floor before you, never straying from shadows, imperceptible but so very there. Your eyes drift upwards, and you can just barely perceive the words embroidered in a massive sheet of fine silk hung from the ceiling.
"Welcome to Rapture."
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Alive:
5) Kiradawea
7) Serella
11) Doman
14) Diamondais
15) Reiha
17) Renthur
18) Furien
20) Thiden
Dead:
19) Krackenor (Angela Cousins)
8) Daganev (Valeria McNeill)
13) Saran (Bryan Cox)
12) Rika (Damien Chuck)
4) Dugan Diluculo (a leadhead splicer)
1) Myrkr (Sally Smith)
2) Shiri (a houdini splicer)
3) Shaddus Mes'ard (Linda Samuels)
9) Aerotan (Andrew Ryan)
6) Morhgor (Big Daddy aka "Mr. Bubbles")
10) Casilu (Madelina Wenzel)
16) Noola (Frank Fontaine aka "Atlas")
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It is now dawn.
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Day 1
Night 1
Day 2
Night 2
Day 3
Night 3
Day 4
Night 4
Day 5
Night 5
Day 6
Rules
1. Don't copy and paste your role. Don't copy and paste your role. DO NOT COPY AND PASTE YOUR ROLE.
2. Don't PM people unless you're able to, and even then, you MUST stick to any time constraints specified.
3. For clarity's sake, please bold all your actions (Vote: Person, Unvote: Person, Insert Skill Syntax Here, etc)
4. After you have made a post, DO NOT EDIT IT.
5. Light conversation at night is acceptable, so long as it's not game related.
6. Death chatter is highly limited. "Go team" or "Hot damn I died" are allowed.
7. If you're confused about your role, send me a PM. If you want a brief rundown of Bioshock, send me a PM.
8. Let's keep it civil, please; swearing to a minimum.
9. If you begin acting in a way that detriments the game as a whole, you're liable to be replaced or terminated.
10. You should know what is and isn't acceptable. Please use your common sense if a rule has not been explicitly stated.
11. Enjoy the game!
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It is now Day 1.
You move various tunnels within the strange and unknown city, looking with horror at the corpses strewn casually by the walls, blood-stained and battered. Huddling closer together, you walk forward slowly, taking your time to become as comfortable as you can with your surroundings as you traverse ever deeper into the underwater labyrinth. A few stray splicers spy you all from the distance, though they keep tightly burrowed in the shadows, made obvious only by their glowing evil eyes that are fixed endlessly upon you all.
Slowly pacing to the end of a tunnel, you pass through a massive iron doorway and enter what might once have been a peaceful glade. Now, however, it is positively frightful. Benches have been obliterated, leaving planks of wood lying all over the place. The grass is long and untended, rife with weeds and thorny plants, as well as the odd fleshy body part.
Murmurs of excitement run through the group at an overturned vending machine nearby, and the grumbling stomachs reveal that some are already hungry. Inching ever closer, you come to the unfortunate realisation that it is not food that has spilled, but medical supplies of some kind. Soon, it is every man for himself, and you lurch forward in an effort to grab one of the syringes. Some of the group manage, clinging tightly to it, whilst others look on with both bewilderment and disappointment.
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With 20 alive, it is 11 to lynch.
1. Don't copy and paste your role. Don't copy and paste your role. DO NOT COPY AND PASTE YOUR ROLE.
2. Don't PM people unless you're able to, and even then, you MUST stick to any time constraints specified.
3. For clarity's sake, please bold all your actions (Vote: Person, Unvote: Person, Insert Skill Syntax Here, etc)
4. After you have made a post, DO NOT EDIT IT.
5. Light conversation at night is acceptable, so long as it's not game related.
6. Death chatter is highly limited. "Go team" or "Hot damn I died" are allowed.
7. If you're confused about your role, send me a PM. If you want a brief rundown of Bioshock, send me a PM.
8. Let's keep it civil, please; swearing to a minimum.
9. If you begin acting in a way that detriments the game as a whole, you're liable to be replaced or terminated.
10. You should know what is and isn't acceptable. Please use your common sense if a rule has not been explicitly stated.
11. Enjoy the game!
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It is now Day 1.
You move various tunnels within the strange and unknown city, looking with horror at the corpses strewn casually by the walls, blood-stained and battered. Huddling closer together, you walk forward slowly, taking your time to become as comfortable as you can with your surroundings as you traverse ever deeper into the underwater labyrinth. A few stray splicers spy you all from the distance, though they keep tightly burrowed in the shadows, made obvious only by their glowing evil eyes that are fixed endlessly upon you all.
Slowly pacing to the end of a tunnel, you pass through a massive iron doorway and enter what might once have been a peaceful glade. Now, however, it is positively frightful. Benches have been obliterated, leaving planks of wood lying all over the place. The grass is long and untended, rife with weeds and thorny plants, as well as the odd fleshy body part.
Murmurs of excitement run through the group at an overturned vending machine nearby, and the grumbling stomachs reveal that some are already hungry. Inching ever closer, you come to the unfortunate realisation that it is not food that has spilled, but medical supplies of some kind. Soon, it is every man for himself, and you lurch forward in an effort to grab one of the syringes. Some of the group manage, clinging tightly to it, whilst others look on with both bewilderment and disappointment.
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With 20 alive, it is 11 to lynch.
