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 Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 7:56 pm
Post them here.
I want to see what happens with the names attatched and such.
Applications cease being accpeted on August 10th.
Until then, let's make obnoxious sigs to advertise. xD
OH!
What you need:
Jail update
Crazed Killer update
Sniper update
Inactivty update
All done up like a story and how it's supposed to be and such.
Add your own flair, if you like.
Also, add a reason why you feel you'd make a good GM and why you want to be one.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 7:57 pm
LAWL FIRST POST.Quote: DAY (or Hour) ONE. "Welcome! To the Rue De Snipet," the tall man in a tuxedo spoke. The guests clattered inside, as the doors unlocked, signaling buisness was open. The two grand glass doors swung open, as the ___ people walked inside to be seated. Another man stood at a podium, gathering waiters to come seat the incomming flood of well dressed upperclass persons. After everyone was seated, a man walked onstage. "I am happy to welcome you all to this Gaia Community Banquet. Proceeds from this go to help the underprivleged new users in the Chatterbox to help get them on their feet. Pay no attention to that for now, and just enjoy yourselves. Let the party... Begin!" The music played as waiters came out, carrying large platters of Hors D'oeuvres.They ranged everywhere from Steamed Diamondback on a Cracker, with a colorful toothpic through the top, all the way down to a Celery stick and dip. The waiters came round, passed out the tidbits of food, the music played quietly, and everyone chatted amongst themselves. "Be right back, I think I ate a little much and need to use the facilities," Mori Bokusochi said to his table, getting up. He walked towards the restrooms, passing the doors to the kitchen. The Chefs inside were scrambling around, trying to get the first course ready for the masses. Mori stopped infront of the doors to watch them as they ran around, rushing to get everything done in time. The music slowly got louder, but nobody noticed. The trumpets hit a loud note and then a cymbal crashed. The music returned to normal after about 10 minutes when InternalHardDrive finally spoke, "Mori has been gone quite a while. I should probably go check on him..." she said, getting up. "Sit back down! Besides, you're a woman. Like you'd ever be allowed in the restrooms. Mori's in the men's," Buzzkid said, standing up next to IHD. "I'll go." Buzzkid walked down the hallway to the restrooms when he stopped at the Chef's door. He gasped at the sight, and then passed out. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Chefs walked over to to the tables, personally delivering the meals they worked so hard on. A chef in a black Chef's Outfit came over, and placed a metal lid covered platter in the middle of IHD's table. She lifted the chrome cover and gasped. "OH MY GOD. IT'S BUZZKID'S HEAD!" She shreiked. Eikichi Taro Stalth shot up from his seat, "Then where is Mori!?" Eikichi ran towards the bathrooms only to find Mori's body, dead, 1 bullethole through the back of his head, laying on the floor. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jailed Sample (Sorry, This one's not part of an update, because the above is supposed to be like Day 1 or something.) Merumiharu was pushed into the Handicap bathroom. "Well then... Guess they don't want my help to find the sniper" she said, sitting down against the tiled wall. She glanced up at the mirror. Two lights sat to the left and the right. The right one's yellow tinted plastic cover was broken, the lightbulb inside struggling to stay on, and failing. Meru sighed. "This is going to be one long night," Gthb groaned. Outside was no cakewalk either. Parking Lot sat infront of the door "Meru, if you can hear me, we're still looking for the sniper. We'll have your name cleared soon! Padme's sure of it!" Parking Lot was pretty much the bouncer for the quaint little restrooms. She sat with a broom as the barricade to the door. She was the one to controll who gets out. Lexii sat beside her, both on constant vigilance for anything suspicious. Meru rammed the door. "Let me out! You know I'm innocent, but yet you keep me in here!" she shouted, her words slightly muffled by the door. "Sorry Meru!" the team of Lot and Lexii chimed in. Gthb got up from his seat on the ceramic cover for the toilet tank, walked over to Meru and stuck his hand on her shoulder and said, "It's okay. We'll keep each other company." "Humph. I'm fine by myself," she replied, and walked back to her seat against the wall. Merumiharu has been jailed, Mori Bokusochi has been Sniped, and Buzzkid has been Killed by the CK. DAY TWO (Or Hour 2) (A Better sample. This one's fixed to the usual format) Roy Salamandra was pushed into the well guarded restrooms the Jailbirds had come to call home. "What? I don't get at least some food? I'm starving!" Roy cried out. "Snipers are better left to die. Why feed those that kill?" Lexii said, closing the door. "That's cruel and unusual," Roy replied. "Thank you. What a kind comment," the jail 'bouncer' responded. Roy stood infront of the sink, looking in the mirror. That's when he noticed the vent of the restroom. Nothing seemed wrong in the room, untill one of the screws started to move. "Eh? Whoever's up there, what the heck are you doing?" He said looking up at the vent. The little group of jailbirds walked over to the area underneath the vent and stared at the turning screws above. "What is going on Roy?" Gthb asked. "I have no idea..." he replied. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
XD I forgot a Jailbird!
Btw, this is sort of a mix of a day 1/2. I was odd. D:
Day 2 in Progress. I'll write a Day 3 if need be.
I'll write another day tommorow to make up for this. I kinda made it so instead of some NPC being killed first day, the sniper and CK would have their cream of the crop.
I feel that having more than just the users being killed/sniped/jailed in the update is better, because this way, you don't know who dies untill you get to that part. In the current style, the only names mentioned are the afformentioned, and then it's kinda ... bleh.
I also included friends and stuff into this. People are congregrating on a personal level and you won't see something that'd be abnormal, like a nonsocial person from the forums having a quaint conversation acting like friends with their enemy, etc.
I'll work on this a bit.
I'll get the Inactivity and other stuff done later. x_x; *wanted firstpost*
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 7:57 pm
Quote: The GCDers laughed as their newest addition to the multipurpose Jail/Penthouse Suite hastily bargained for their freedom. "Don't do this to meeee! I haven't killed anyone!" Weddingsakura shouted as she was shoved through the door of the room. "Tch, Riiight. You made one too many 'If I were the Crazed Killer, I'd kill...' comments. That, and you seem to never shut up," Insomnesiac rebutted, reclining on the couch eating chips. Sakura headed to the kitchen to see what was left inside. At least they were kind enough to leave food in the cabinets for those who were jailed as innocents. It's not like they want them to rot in there. She grabbed a box of crackers and went for the fridge. No drinks, just fruit. Great. It seemed kind of luxurious for a "jail cell". Calm... Fancy... Like you'd want to get jailed if you knew what you'd get. Not like a punishment at all. But what was the catch...? Sakura opened her crackers and set them on the counter. "There aren't any drinks... I'm heading to the soda machine. Want something?" Sakura asked her 'cellmate'. "Dr. Zaeyde please," Insomnesiac replied, "It's my favorite drink." "Gotcha!" Sakura sung. She went to the door and jiggled the knob. It seemed as if they didn't lock the door either. It was as if they were expecting someone... "...WHAT IS THAT?!" Sakura screamed. A massive woman suddenly emerged from the and headed toward the 2 guests sitting in the living room. She looked slightly sweedish, and a bit masculine for being a maid. Her hair was short and tied into to pigtails above her ears. She wore a nametag that read "Bjork". "What is what... ugh..." Insomnesiac spoke dropping her chips. "CLEAN UP CHIPS BEFORE I EAT YOU SOUL," Bjork bellowed in a manly voice, "I AM YOUR NEW KEEPER." "...eek." --- -After Jailing Sakura- Bullet Rift closed the door to his room and headed downstairs to the massive congregation in the lobby. Chatter was loud, and the guests were all still in shock of the latest kills. "Do you think we caught the right one?" "I think she deserved to go to Jail, killer or not." "Why am I here in my bathrobe?" "NIFI AND LANZER IN A CARROT SUIT = <3" "Why does the caged bird sing?" The noise was too much. If only there was some way to silence them, even if it was just for a minute... Bullet thought to himself. He headed over to the indoor gazebo and proceded to ask the Bartender for a drink. A large glass of Dr.Zaeyde would do him well. He took a few sips and headed to a couch near the pool tables. "So... much... noise..." Bullet complained, sitting down next to Jeff Jarret. "Oh hush. Do you want some cheese with your whine?" Jeff sneered. "Why do you always have to be so...? Forget it." "Yeah yeah... Sorry." Bullet stared toward the ceiling, reflecting. The kill yesterday was a shock to everyone. Nobody expected Hirun to die that way. Granted, it was random, but nobody expected a Murder at the Snipeton, besides the fact of the horribly cliched name. At that moment, everything seemed to slow down and be peaceful. "You know... there may be a killer out there, but there are over (x) people in this hotel. It'd be completely rare that one of us 2 would be killed. If you want quiet, just head to your room, take a nap or something..." Jeff interrupted, rotating the glass of Diet IHD in his hand. The noise of the crowded lobby returned and Bullet gazed toward the hotel restaurant. Something was off to him... Like an ominous feeling was comming from that direction. A cloaked figure stood near the breakfast buffet, pointing a black rod in their direction... "...What's up with that man over there?" he asked quickly. "I don't know. Hotel staff? An old man with a cane?..." Jeff said slyly, "...A sniper? Hah, you're so paranoi--" Suddenly, a shot rang out. People scrambled, looking for where it shot. Bullet didn't. The quiet returned, but only for him. Horror. He knew where it came from, and sat there horrified, dropping his soda. Murder. Jeff slumped over, bleeding slowly down his arm. The only thing he could hear was the words of the sniper as he walked by slowly... " Cast in the name of God. Ye not Guilty." "AAAAAAAUGH!" "Aww damn. He ruined the shirt I lent him..." Shoy said from the other side of the room. --- -Later that Evening- Merumiharu was still a tad disgusted with the previous events which had happened. She headed up to her 9th floor Suite to try and calm down, as well as to try and avoid throwing up in public. She dug through her pants pocket for the key card. It was missing. She quickly tried to go through her other pockets with no luck. Must have left it downstairs near the gazebo... she thought, sprinting toward the elevator. When she arrived at the doors, she found that the panel that called the elevator was torn out, wires exposed, and the buttons were scattered on the ground along with various lengths of wire. Were the doing maintnence? She decided to take the stairs. She passed through the halls and the lights went out. She followed the walls to the lit exit sign. As she opened the emergency exit door to the stairs, she saw a large black figure. From above her fell as small plastic card. The Master Key Card. A parting gift from the shadow. She screamed. Meru turned around and ran for her life. Through the darkened halways, all that could be heard was her shrill cries. The figure chased after her down the corridor, as Meru made a quick turn and swiped the card through the slot on the handle to her room. She slammed the door and began to barricade the door. After Jeff had died earlier and the murder of Hirun the previous day, she was not taking any chances to be the next one dead. Unfortunate for her, the killer also had a copy of the Master Key. The door swung open briskly after a swift kick to the door. Meru was thrown back and knocked out in the collision. This was the killer's chance. -The Next Morning- Dukes woke up happily to the sunrise. He was refreshed after a long night's sleep. He turned toward the window to see Meru's head lying in bed with him. He immediatly called the front desk. "Please hold, we've got tons of complaints comming in..." The operator said. "Like what? Is it more important than a head in your bed?!" Dukes yelled in reply. "Yes. We have arms in minifridges, toes in martinis, and an un-accounted-for Torso..." Meanwhile, the Cleaners, IflanaNfi and Moo Ell, went around to collect the sheets as they cleaned the rooms. They started the wash with the laundry that had been fed down the shoot into the bin and washed it all. They failed to notice Meru's torso within the wash. They later went to deliver fresh sheets to the rooms, finding large red stains on every sheet. The 2 were soon fired for ruining all the linen in the hotel. --- Weddingsakura has been jailed, Jeff Jarret has been sniped, Merumiharu has been killed, and IflanaNifi and Moo Ell were removed due to inactivity. Anyway, I feel can be GM because I am confident that I can give the gamers a good, humorous, and well thought out plot for the time I am GM. I can also tally votes without complaining, and handle pressure from the forums, as well as manage the game and my school work. I am a straight A student, and I always finish my homework in record time, leaving time to update and chat. I'll rarely delay the update. I'll try to make it not too long, but also filling. xD I went a little overboard here.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:00 pm
 HirunHikari awoke to the faint sound of light classical music and a strong, sickening smell he couldn’t quite place. He thought it was moldy oranges, then maybe rotting fish, but none of them seemed quite right. It was almost like that smell you sometimes caught a whiff of when you were near an open window while going through a subway tunnel, or---
Hirun started to gasp, then almost choked on the neatly wrapped gag that was shoved in his mouth. He’d smelled that stench once, when he’d visited a mortuary for a paper in high school. The place had smelled of disinfectant, but hadn’t quite been able to mask that stench. It was the smell germs eating through the walls of dead cells and liquefying useless organs. It was the smell of skin cooling and rigor setting into not yet decomposed muscles. It was the smell of death.
Hirun tried to break free of the bindings on his wrist and ankles, but he’d already known it would be useless. He was bound to a metal chair with multi-colored zip-ties, ten on each ankle and wrist. He tried to see if he could move the chair, but to no avail. It was probably bolted to the floor. He struggled with his swollen eyelids, but could only manage to lift them halfway. But it was enough. He was in some sort of garage, complete with two rusty platforms that looked like they would never lift another car again. Enough light filtered through the closed shades of the two large windows to allow sight, but not a view of whatever lay behind it’s sealed doors. Hanging from the ceiling were some sort of bags hung from thick brown rope. The floor and walls were bare, cracked concrete, with the occasional brown spot splashed across them. Hirun tried to tell himself that someone had spilled their coffee, but wasn’t very successful. This was no Starbucks.
He turned his attention back to the bags that almost obscured the ceiling, and realized that they weren’t bags at all. They were dolls. The rope was wrapped around the doll’s neck, then hung from something on the ceiling, probably hooks or maybe the remnants of light fixtures. They were poorly made, but he could recognize the people they were supposed to imitate easily enough. There was Wendraith, Anael de Ezra, gthb, Zaeyde, and---
Hirun almost choked on the gag again as he laid his eyes on his own doll. Two long needled were poked through the small holes in the button eyes and emerged almost perfectly parallel on the other end of the stuffed head. The limbs were all torn off, and several more needles were poked randomly through the chest. The only part of the doll left intact was the tuft of black fuzz sewn on its burlap scalp.
Somewhere behind him, there was the clink of metal, and the sound of a chainsaw’s engine being started. Hirun began to choke on the cloth in his mouth once again, but this time it was no accident.
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The rest coming soon. xP
LOLOL. NEVERMIND
I don think I'm going to have much time on the internets for the next few weeks, so I'd probably hinder the game a lot if I were GM. 'll try again when I'm sure I'll have the time. D;
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:03 pm
 Roy ponders the thought, as It would be neat. <3 I reserve this post incase I do. To keep from filling this thread with more posts. ninja
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:04 pm
Quote: Jail Update: Padme Potter of Hobitton was shoved into the jail house room by the angry mob of GCSGers. "Ya! That's right stay where you belong!" An angry GCSGer screamed as people were throwing food and junk at Padme. Padme walked down the isle to the warden's desk, she was handcuffed and her legs were too cuffed, she finally reached the warden's desk to where there was a black cotton base trench coat dropping on the back of the leather chair. The chair the warden sits in was facing the wall, Padme was about to raise her hand to make a statement, except the chair was turned around but no one was in it. Padme stood there confused. "Oh look it's Padme Potter of HoBITCHon!" A crackling voice was heard at the far end of the rusty looking room. Padme who was curious, walked over to the cell. She looked harder in the cell but it was empty, nothing was in there, she looked harder but the only thing she saw was mold growing in the corner next to the bed, it crept down near the bars of the bunk bed. "You won't find me." The crackling voiced man said, the door to the cell all of a sudden opened, next thing Padme was pushed into the cell. "Ugh!" Padme snarled as she was thrown to the hard cold yet slightyl slippery from the mold that was spread through out random spots on the ground. "Wh..wh..who's there?!" Padme was scared, she has never been this scared before since she saw Meru naked at Druki's party. "Like I said you won't find me." The crackling voice said. Padme quickly got up from her hands and knees and headed to the jail door, but as she got there the door shut closed, locking her in. She then backed away slowly to the edge of the bunk bed, her fingers felt the tip of the bed, it was ice cold. "Wh..who are you?" She stammered. "A Sin!" The crackling guy screamed. Right then a drop of blood fell right on Padme's nose. Padme looked up and to what she saw she screamed. "Ahhh you found me." the crackling voice told her. Padme attempted to scream but before anything came out she was gone in an instance, not a trace of her was left, the shackles she wore were the only things hanging from the ceiling. A few minutes later the warden walked out of the cell and went back to his seat. "Payback rocks." He said. -------Later that Night------- Crazy Killer Update:A group of GCSGers sat around a big camp fire, one was reading a book and another one was on the portalable laptop they brought. "Ugh!" One GCSGer stated who was known as IHD. "Let's do something!" She said as she was sticking her head over the fire out of complete boredom. They waited doing nothing, all that was heard was the crackling of the fire and clicky-clack of the computer, she then look at the person reading the book, as they were giving an odd look to the book as if it struck to the person as a nasty horror movie. She then got mad and threw the laptop and book in the fire. "Let's Play Truth or Dare!" IHD screamed. "Ugh...NO!" The GCSGer who had the laptop snarled and flipped IHD off then went and stared at the ground. "Babies!" IHD screamed as she grabbed and SGer. "Give me a dare I can do anything!" She yelled. "Ok fine here's one! I dare you...." The man with the book was frustraited at IHD, he thought his dare would shut her up. "Yes..." IHD was happy. "I dare you...." "Come on!" IHD was filled with excitment. "...shutup and sit down." IHD stood there, her smile turned into a big frown, she then sat down and was quiet. A few minutes passed by, IHD then started to move she couldn't help she wanted to play the game so bad but no one wanted to. "Oh forget this! Give me another one." IHD screamed as she walked around the fire. "Come on!" "I'll give you dare!" A dark figure yelled as it stood in the shade of the trees. "You...will!" IHD's face gleemed with joy, she then jumped up and clapped her feet landing near the fire. "I dare you to take 3 steps back." The figure protested. The rest of the GCSGers sat there looking at IHD wishing she would shut up her trap. IHD then took then took one step back. "1." She then took another one. "2." This was her last one, she then lifted her foot and placed it down but her foot she stepped on a log and started to roll. "Threeeeeeee!!" IHD screamed as she was flown back into the fire, she couldn't get up or move due to her wearing a fluffy jacket that was supposed to keep warm at night from the sheer cold, the jacket was too that it made her to huge to reach the ground with her arms, that would help her get up. A few minutes later she was now burnt to a crisp, skin peeling off, the blood in her started to slowly dissolve, her eyes popped like a balloon. A GCSGer started clapping, then another, and another, then the whole bunch started clapping in IHD's death. Looks like the Crazed Killer knew what would happen. -------Midnght in Gaia------- Sniper Update: Inasanemonkey sat in her house minding her own buisness in the tub that was filled with blue water due to those special tablets that make bath water turn colors, to what her buisness was, no one should know. She then got out of the tub, her haired still filled with the cotton candy smell of the shampoo, and grabbed a near by towel to dry herself off. But something felt wrong, she felt like someone was watching her. "Huh?" Inasane said as she looked outside the window. She saw nothing, but for she was right, someone was watching her. Next to her house was a tree, a bushy tree in which a figure hidden in the shadows who was wearing black cloak sat there watching Inasane bend over and dry herself off. When Inasane bent over to dry the firgure slowly turned their head in awe as to what it saw. She then got dressed and headed towards the other room to watch the T.V. Her favorite show was on: SoftBoy CircleShorts. The figure in the tree jumped down on the ground and moved around the house trying to find another window for her to stalk Inasane. After about an hour Inasane got up from her air couch that was pink with red flowers on it and headed towards the lights to turn them off and was going to call it a night, she then headed to her room. Meanwhile outside the figure found a cracked window and secretly snuck in. As it headed to her room Inasane got up out of the bed in her yellow bright PJs and headed to get a drink, the sniper stood there as Inasane walked the other way from the figure rubbing her eyes, Inasane didn't even notice a glimsp of her, The figure then headed towards the kitchen and saw Inasane there, she then took out what looked like a sniper gun Inasane turned around and saw the person, she stood there and dropped her glass of Bubbly Boy Soda but as she was about to screamed a bullet came from the window and shot her right in the head between her eyes, the bullet did not only get Inasane for the bullet shot through her head and went staright into the figure's heart. They quickly fell to the ground. Ohhh Sniper PWNs all! -------In the Morning------ Inactivity Update: An inspector of the murder of Inasane was looking at how the deaths occured, curious he turned the figure in black over only to find out it was `Gamemaniac. Was Game the person spying on Inasane? Padme Potter of Hobitton was jailed, IHD was killed, Inasane was shot, and Gamemaniac died due to Inaactivity.
Why I would like to be GM, well I think this game is awesome and I would really like to be part of it beside just sitting here and voting on who I think is the killer. I have always wanted to write stories for this game. But I onyl want to be chosen if you think my stories are good not just because I'm sucking up to you.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:05 pm
Perfect timing, because I just finished an update for my own mini-spinoff of this game. o__o XDD
Quote: DemonxVega truddled into the lonely jail cell. Cold. Damp. Bells dangling from his bracelet. He sat on the almost cardboard mattress, listening to the sound of the idle rain a torrent along the roof. Blip. Blip. Blip. "OH MY GOD ARE YOU AN ALIEN?!" He literally jumped out of his skin at the scream of the strange girl's voice. Haruhi, appearing from somewhere incapable of being physically described, shoved herself admirably close to his face, holding herself up with his knees. The newbie prisoner began to respond, "What are you talking ab-" "You must have some supernatural power!" He simply blinked in response. "You can light things on fire by looking at them?" He shook his head. "Cause massive internal bleeding with the click of a wrist?" He shook his head again. "Blow things up by sucking something?!" He hesitated momentarily, but then jerkily proceeded to shake his head. "Aw, this is boring. What are you doing in my jail then?" Haruhi demanded. Slowly growing concerned, he responded, "I... killed people." If only he knew. "That's so void of appetite," she continued, pointing at the door. "You. Leave now. You're lame." Promptly, Demon moved towards the door. "Oh, and watch out for time warps," she finished. Surely enough, upon leaving the jail, he was sucked into an unanymously misplaced time warp and trailed for all eternity. By some senseless plot twist, nobody else even noticed its existance. Later that night... And as her day slowly fell asunder, To sleep, she went, and began to wonder, T'is unwritten will to only sake, Some random noob, her gold, would take. She was tucked cosily in her bed. Her favourite aptly named Emo Music and Other Such Emo Stuff That Emos Listen to Because They're Emo album played throughout the room. The song flicked over. Bring Me to Life, an Evanescence song, began playing. "How can you see into my eyes... ...like open doors? Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb." Outside, somebody was watching ever so evanescently. But it wasn't Amy Lee, it was the Sniper. "Without a soul... ...my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold, until you find it there, and lead it back... home." Cocking their rifle, the Sniper took aim. Ready to fire, then... "Wake me up inside!" As the chorus began, the roof coincidentally collapsed. No, this is not a paradox. "Wake me up inside!" The sleeping victim was indeed awakened inside, and saw the falling rubble above her. "Saaaave me!" she began to call, very much in-tune with the music. The Sniper knelt down beside the bed, singing along, "Call my name and save me from the dark!" WalkingxDead: "Bid my blood to run..." Sniper: "...before I come undone!" Both: "Saaaaave me from the nothing I've become!" WalkingxDead: "Bring me to life..." Sniper: "I've been living a lie. There's NOTHING INSIDE!" Both: "Briiiiing meeeee toooooo liiiiiiiiiiife!" As the song winded down, they both twirled, bowed, turned away from each other, then back to each other. Then it clicked. "Oh. ******** scrambled up onto her feet and ran for the front door. Ready to grasp the handle, she felt slightly relieved... *BLAM* ...but it wasn't good enough. Barricade your doors, neuter your pets, but whatever you do, protect yourself, for WalkingxDead, your was silent killer but now graceful saviour, is no more. DemonxVega has been jailed, and WalkingxDead (Saviour Team) was shot.
Mind the vulgarity; I'm quite free with what vocabulary I use, but members of my guild are fairly okay with it, hence why I tend to use it in updates sometimes.
I think I'd be a good GM because, as you can see, I've done this thing before. It's quite interesting - and I think I'm good with the updates I write. If you need more sampling, there's the first two games from before.
Also yes, I did rip that poem off from you. I've always wanted to use it because it's too funny. XDD
Good luck everyone~ ^__^ Gonna be really hard to replace IHD, but here's hoping!
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:06 pm
Hey, everyone! biggrin Meru and I are joint-applying for GM. <3 So this post is for the samples, and the reasons and stuff will go in hers after I get back from my trip. ^^ Sample All of the young newbies gathered around Zae. It was STORY TIME! They were all fidgeting as they eagerly awaited her story. Zae ALWAYS told the best stories. They quieted as she took a sip of her water. “My, is it story time already? What would you all like to hear about?” One young girl raised her hand. “You promised you’d tell us about Camp Sniper!” “Did I? Then I’d best get started, or we’ll run out of time. I remember, back in the good old days. Ahh, Camp Sniper. We would go to the lake, jump in, and then get out, because the water was dirty, gross, and full of piranhas and sharks. We would also make lanyards! Somehow, though, the longest ones would vanish and reappear the next morning around someone’s neck. Oh well. We would also sit around the campfire and listen to Bubba and the Pansies play our beloved camp songs! And we would SING! Sometimes the fire even exploded and killed people, but that didn’t happen too often, so it’s okay. One of my favorite holidays was Easter. The counselors gave us a HUGE chocolate egg and a bunch of CHAINSAWS. Oh good times, good times. But my DEFINITE favorite was the Fourth of July. There were lovely fireworks, bonfires, and barbeques! And explosions ninja . In fact, one of the other campers, Magnius of the Chaos, was a little overenthusiastic about the fireworks. After fireworks-making class, he decided to attempt making a tofu-shaped firework by himself. Unfortunately, for him, the Crazed Camper Killer was watching. After some long, hard work, Magnius’s firework was nearly done. He planned on launching it later that evening. All he had left to do was decorate the outside. He ran into the art cabin to grab some supplies. When he came back, he noticed that a few of his tools were missing. He looked everywhere, but couldn’t find them. He gave up, and decorated his firework. It was done, and what a masterpiece it was. He decided to give the fuse a light tug to ensure that it was secure. Oops. The firework exploded into a beautiful tofu shape, along with Magnius. There were also a bunch of fun camp activities! The camper favorite was riflery, of course. Our riflery team was extremely competitive. Every day, you could watch them out there on the sniping range. It became commonplace for there to be a fairly large crowd watching the morning and midnight practices. That team was good. In fact, every one of them could pretty much hit anything they wanted to. Yikes. But then, the day of the skill tests came. And a mysterious cloaked figure joined, hoping to win. He looked kind of like Robin Hood, but…. Nah. So anyways, the tournament began. It was Bellecat’s first big competition, and she was READY TO PWN. When her turn came, she glanced over at her opponent. It was that strange person. She immediately thought “SNIPER”, but thought they wouldn’t try anything with so many people there. She was wrong. As she aimed for her target, she saw a glint of metal to the side. ::BANG:: Her gun was shot out of her hands. Terrified, she looked over to where her opponent was. She ran and tackled him, only to find that he was a straw dummy. ::BANG:: She was shot in the head. Bystanders later noted a mysterious figure disappearing into the woods near the targets at the end of the range. There was a note found near the dummy that read, “Never take your eye off the target.” The air was old and tense in Cabin 5. As `Nymphie walked into the detention cabin she thought about the old camp legend. Long ago… (Okay… not so long ago, but for the legend's sake) there was a camper who always seemed to end up in trouble. They say that to this day, he still sits there in Detention Cabin 5. The counselors tried to make him a counselor but he always ended up back in detention.
So, it is said that he sits in the far corner. In his old camp shirt. Like an overgrown kid. He has a nametag. But over the years, the letters have been scratched off. It reads
Camper E
`Nymphie couldn’t see into the back of the cabin. There seemed to be no windows or light. So she sat in the front, close to the door, expecting to be out of there soon. ::SWOOSH:: A sharp, pointed stick flew past `Nymphie’s ear and hit the wall. It stuck there. `Nymphie went over to examine it and found that it had nailed a fly to the wall! She turned around slowly to face the dark corner. "Hell-ooo…..Is anyone there?" Nymphie nervously called. Nymphie thought she saw someone move. She did! Out of the darkness came a figure. Tall, slender….. It was kind of goofy looking, to be truthful. He stood there in the light as Nymphie tried to read his nametag. "E---" She began. "Just call me E." said the strange camper in a low, yet mysterious voice. "Mmkays." Nymphie replied. E walked over to the fly on the wall and removed the stick. He then ate the fly. "Welcome to Cabin 5." E said as he made his way back to the corner. Nymphie turned to face where the fly had been. Underneath it, the following was carved into the wall: “LAWLZ WATCH OUT. HE EATS WHAT HE CATCHES” …… Unfortunately, Padme Potter of Hobbiton, buzzkid24, and HirunHikari were all deemed failures at life, and were taken away to the magical rehab land in the sky by Lanzer in his rofflecopter. Meru wrote the jail update. It's hawt. <5 This was our old application, but it never got posted. ^^;;
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:07 pm
Scelero protested with a scream and a yell,
As the GCDers pushed her into her new cell.
“But what do you mean? I can’t be the sniper!”
She cried as one hit her with a windshield wiper.
“If you aren’t the sniper, you must be the CK,
Besides; innocent people are imprisoned each day!
Of your guilt, however, we are quite sure,
And locking you up is the only cure,
To stopping the deaths that have plagued us all,
And ending the nightmare that’s held us in thrall.”
And with that, they left, leaving her alone
Within the cold cell she would now call her home.
But all of her sadness soon turned to elation,
As she could still witness today’s celebration!
She ran to the window, then learned with a frown;
The parade would take place clear across town.
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The GCDers cheered and watched as Zaeyde
Rode atop the large float in the annual parade!
She grinned and she waved as the float passed through
Durem, Aekea and Barton Town, too.
No one quite knew what the parade was about;
But it was, at least, a reason to go out.
When out from the crowd came InternalHardDrive,
Trying her best to just stay alive.
Protruding from her ribcage was a kitchen knife,
Property of someone trying to take her life.
She cried and she screamed of pure agonies,
Dropping down to the sidewalk, now on her knees.
She fell in the street; someone cried, “The Crazed Killer!”
And then from the crowd came a shriek so much shriller
For Zaeyde had just toppled right off of her float;
A bullet had lodged in the side of her throat.
The people all watched as they both died that day,
Then the garbage truck came and took them away,
Down to the dump where the bodies were thrown,
In such a gristly pile that it’s best not shown.
But murder, that day, was not all that she wrote;
Gthb was soon crushed by the still-running float.
Scelero has been voted off, Zaeyde has been shot, InternalHardDrive has been killed and Gthb has been removed due to inactivity.
Yes, I was bored enough to make mine a poem. XD I think I'd have my theme be that all my updates are poems.
Anyway, I think I would make a good GM because I feel I can write the updates creatively, and also because I don't really have anything to distract me from being a GM... at all.
I want to be a GM because I'm, well, something of a control freak, and I would like to know everything behind the game and not be able to say anything. I feel that the title of GM would be a great one to have and that I would have a lot of fun with it, and make it a lot of fun for others.
That is all. <3 Scelero
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:23 pm
KingShoy LAWL FIRST POST./snip/
XD I forgot a Jailbird!
Btw, this is sort of a mix of a day 1/2. I was odd. D:
I'll get the Inactivity and other stuff done later. x_x; *wanted firstpost* D: You copied my restaurant!
Edit: And this is reserved. ninja
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:36 pm
The cold hard bars clanged shut, reverberating a thud through the small dusty jail. Two occupants, recently incarcerated, huddled together in the back corner. The third, Kirili, was laying on the floor face first. She didn't take that shove from the warden lightly, as her nose was bleeding when she had managed to get herself back up.
The warden yelled, "And keep yourselves quiet in there, or I'll feed you to the crocodiles!" which made the two in the corner shake. He walked away to his television in the guards office, to watch "I Love Lucy."
Kirili walked over to the two in the corner, wiping off her nose.
Kirili spoke, "And what has he done that's got you so afraid?"
They both turned to her and one of them asked, "Is h..h..he gone?"
She shook her head, "Yes, he's off, you can't hear his TV from here?"
They smiled and stood, the other one whispered, "Gotta love the act." They took a step away from the corner, and a hole could be seen in the floor, probably about two feet wide, and going down some ways.
"We're gonna be outta here reeeal soon, wanna join?"
The other person blurted out, "Or would you rather sit in this dust mine?"
Kirili chuckled softly, "Oh yeah, I'm game. By the way, what's your names? Mine's Kirili."
"I'm Loron."
"And I'm Queth."
And the next time the warden came around, there were three figures in the corner...
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Kirili sat on the mall's bench, waiting. People walking about, to and fro, to the different shops looking for stuff to buy. One person carried clothes, another was listening to something judging by the white earbuds in his ears.
Kirili sighed, "She was supposed to be here by now... I mean, her house is only three blocks away!"
The people went to and fro, but one, one guy looked "suspicious." He wasn't dressed differently, wearing a black tuxedo with a red tie. His sunglasses weren't it, nor was it his watch. His briefcase nor his shoes drew the attention to him. That didn't make him blend in any more though. He sat on the bench next to Opus with a brisk "Good day."
It wasn't anything special, he got up and walked away. Kirili was relieved to see him go. It was another five minutes before she realized that the guy had left his briefcase. She sighed, figuring that her partner wasn't coming, and grabed the case to take it to lost and found.
She took five steps and it popped open. Ten fingers and ten toes, twenty digits in total fell onto the shiny tiled floor. Painted like Lilith said she would.
Everyone turned.
Security was there in seven seconds. The police in fourty nine.
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Fordan was enjoying his night on the town. There were so many things to do in The Isle De Gambino. He didn't quite enjoy the marketplace, but the casino, to him, was the shiznit.
He got lucky a couple of times, not quite offsetting his deficit, but he didn't care. He was hooked. Blackjack, poker, roulette, anything he could spend his gold on. Eventually though, it caught up to him. He ran out of the cold hard currency needed to enjoy this place.
Fordan sheepishly walked out of the door, wondering how he was going to pay his hotel bill tomorrow. He took a deep breath and walked on.
"Hurrrgh, maybe I'll just sneak out...they didn't ask for my credit card..."
He rounded a corner, and laying on the ground was a bag. It looked to be partially open, and a gold piece was on the ground.
"A bag of gold?! Yes! I can go and WOOT WOOT!"
Fordan ran for it, almost as if it was going to jump away...and it did.
"What the?! Come here!" He screamed, a little inebreiated.
He jumped for it, and got it. But he didn't notice the dim red shine in the distance until it was too late...
Thwip!
Fordan didn't get to have any more fun that night, or any other night.
The three spectators, Bader, Merodily, and Agreth, at the sight of Fordan's body turned pale and ran. The police had hoped to ask them some questions but they never turned up...
Kirili has been jailed, Lilith has been killed, Fordan has been shot, and Bader, Merodily, and Agereth are inactive.
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Yeah yeah, I know. Not that great. But hey, I tried.
Why I'd make a good GM? Actually, I don't think I would, since I've never actually played before...but...who knows... ^_^
Why do I want to be a GM? Because, I think it'd be fun. I like this sorta stuff... rofl
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 8:39 pm
Reserved for now. I'm going to take a shot at it, but I probably won't be able to write it until tommorow.
Or not. xD I'd rather play another game or two before attempting to become GM.
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