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A noticed was posted on every door, it was on every news station, it was even blared on every radio station just to make certain that nobody missed it. An infection had broken out and was spreading rapidly throughout all of Gaia. The urban cities, the rural lands; nowhere was spared from the virus' deadly touch. Already people were being relocated to a compound aka Isle de Gambino.

There's a knock on the door. You go to answer it. There stands admin with a paper in hand. It reads:



"You have two weeks to respond. We expect to hear from you on Wed, September 9, 2009 by midnight Central Standard Time," was the admin's last words.

Day 1: The sky is falling!
It had been merely 24 hours since everyone decided to panic after the bridges were demolished. Looting had already taken place and most of the windows in the city were already broken or cracked and buildings were lit on fire. Chaos beckoned.

There was a crack of thunder and rain started to fall. It was most welcomed by the fires consuming the city. The city that remained unburned was mostly the residential area of the compound, as people were now referring to the city. News of the virus was just coming to others around all of Gaia.

Yet amid all of the chaos, there was still some sentiment for order. People were running businesses somehow and the infamous Hannibal's Cafe was set up in a side alley with it's equally infamous owner, Fort. But somewhere along the line, something had happened and Fort's gender was slightly more iffy at this point in time.

"Where the ******** are the customers?" screamed Fortette in his/her screechiest voice.

"I'm going to get so sick of this..." Moseley whispered to Aine.

"I think I may need to bring back the Ainebot..."

"Cindy Donovahn here!" blared a small hand held radio, "I'm reporting directly from the G-Corp building. It seems as if a number of people have gotten sick and they have been quarantined within the building itself and will not be allowed out. We're still trying to get inside and trying to receive news as to whether this strain of the virus is related to the--"

Mid thunder crack, there was a loud sound something like a gun shot. Fortette looked up from her/his cauldron where he was brewing up some concoction of a soup and right from the sky itself, Sky BIue dropped into the iron casket with a splash. Mose and Aine couldn't figure out if the burns on Forts face was from the boiling water or the rage that was about to explode.

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#23 Sky BIue from Barton Town was sniped and made into soup!

Roles, you know what to do, if not, shoot me a PM. :]

Day 3: Chocolate Might Be Bad For You...
Riots attended to the streets again but this time in a justifyable ravaging manner. These people were out for blood. They were starting to go stir crazy after being locked up for so long on a decimated island.

"It's Sib!"
"It has to be!"
"Wasn't he the old Captain?"
"What's a Captain?!"
"YARGH!"

The crowd grabbed Sib by his hands and feet and pummeled him through the doorway into the semi-stable jail building.

"AH! Fresh blood!" the warden chiimed, "You can make your way down to the last cell on the left. Oh boy, are YOU in for a treat my friend."

The warden smiled as Sib walked the long, broken hall to his cell. He passed Derrai in a cell almost literally being stared to death. There was a hiss from his other side and a glow of green eyes, he quickly moved on. Across from his junky jail cell was a plush and pink sight from one of Sibby's greatest nightmares.

"Oh! Deary me! You can't stay in that run down, dirty cell of a thing. I think you might just have to stay with me!"

With a yelp, Sib was pulled into the cell and his face was planted across a very, um, well endowed chest area. With a flush and a sigh, Sibby passed out on Selinda.

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There was a sour smell in the air as the sun started to set. One of those sweet smells that makes you sick to your stomach. Something in the air wasn't right, and it was quite obvious. Moseley was rummaging through some dumpsters to see what he could convert into something edible and pull one over on his tranny of a boss and the general public of the island. To no avail, Mose continued down the other alley ways.

BBBBLLLLAAAAMMMM!!!!

Mose dropped to the ground and waited for the pain to strike him, but there was none. He got up and looked around, nothing...

"There's got to be someone around here who didn't make it..." he said to himself.

Turning into another alleyway, there was another dumpster. Mose poked inside of it and found something quite distasteful for even the desperate folks of the island.

Inside, Cadbury Creme Egg sat in one of the corners with a hole in his head. He sat there shaking and said, "OH HAI!" and slumped over, bleeding all over the bottom of the half empty dumpster. On the other side of the box of metal stood a small statue made of chocolate and other various bits of candy that Cadbury had stolen from the candy shop in town.

Mose slowly closed the lid and walked away, knowing that SOMETHING was amiss...

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11 Cadbury Creme Egg from Barton has been put out of his misery.
07 Sibeiko a Isle de Gambino native has been put away.

Roles, you should start doing your job.

NOTE! Updates will happen EVERY OTHER DAY now. Mostly because I'm ******** busy. Kay? And I want to encourage you all to participate in the RP going on, that way, I can play off of some of your ideas and throw them in there from time to time. Kayz?! Thanks all!

Day 5: Run! It's the KK...
As soon as Kichi realized he had been being followed for the past ten minutes, he knew that his time was up. More and more people started glancing towards him with disdainful looks. He tilted his hat down just a tad farther and made his pace a little quicker.

From out of nowhere, he was siezed from his collar and yanked to the ground. With a torch in his face, Kichi screamed, the first thing that came to mind. There was nothing to do anymore, he was a goner... not really, but the jail seemed like a not so nice place to stay for the rest of his time on this island.

He was forced through the doorway and it slammed behind him. BBBBLLLLAAAAMMMM!!!! The Warden had had his fill of guests for the day, no need for anymore. Kichi's body slumped at the doorway, his face far from recognizable now. A large green snake coiled itself around his leg and dragged the limp body towards his owners cell.

"Feast..."

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Kashi sat in the dank alleyway that was now Hannibal's Cafe. Tis a shame that such a time old place was reduced to such a horrible place. But he thought nothing of it. He sat there munching on his cereal and sipping tea, for the morning was young and Fort had barely gotten up and about yet and was still resting next to the rat poison that they had brought with them. Aine stood at the counter with a cloth in hand, wiping away at every spec of dirt there was on the counter and Moseley had returned to huddle next to his prized possession, the coffee maker.

Aine completed wiping down the counter and made her way over to Kashi who was finishing up, refreshed his tea and brought the bill.

BBBBLLLLAAAAMMMM!!!!

Kashi slumped right over and face planted in the remainder's of his milk. Aine was outraged.

"DON'T THINK THIS WILL KEEP YOU FROM PAYING YOUR BILL, YOU SLACKER!"

Mose grabbed the lifeless body and threw it on the counter, "Hey Fort, whip up some meat pies for us alright? Oh, and I think you can throw that soup out already, it's starting to rot..."

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Kashi was sniperrifled.
Kichi was feasterized.

We'll see if i can't make this a daily thing now.

Oh, and i've been sick on and off for the past couple of weeks now, so yeah, I'm really sorry about this whole inconsistent thing with the game. :<

Day 7: Cherry cherry boom belle

Cherry Ave gathered a crowd around her. She had taken the quarantine as a wonderful opportunity to practice her magician skills. Cherry gathered up all her equipment, and made a makeshift stage. A disgruntled mob, feeling more friendly after imprisoning Vlad, sat before her and watched as she took the stage. Cherry pulled rabbits out of her hats, made cards seemingly disappear in thin air, and performed a trick with some ping pong balls (which was well-appreciated from all members of the angry mob). Sliding her skirt back on, Cherry perused the crowd for a lovely assistant.

Bellecat, a lolita and ping pong enthusiast, raised her hand and frantically begged to be picked to assist Cherry. Cherry obliged, and they ran back up on stage giggling. Cherry whispered secret magician directions in Belle's ear, and she smiled and nodded her head. Cherry walked into a thin box on four wheels, and Belle closed the door. The box was spun, and then pushed over on it's side. Belle ran behind the curtain to retrieve some swords to push into said box. A loud bang was heard by all, and Belle returned to the stage with a scimitar. She inserted the sword though a slit in the box, but struggled to get it all the way through. She pulled the sword out, and opened the box.
To everyone's Horror, Cherry laid in the box blood covering her entire face with a very obvious gash in the side of her head. The mob giddily jumped to it's feet and rushed the stage. Belle was caught by the mob, and was quickly brough to jail - noone noticing the bullet wound to Cherry's scalp.

Belle faced the warden, in complete shock. She wondered why Cherry hadn't rolled under the stage through the trap door as planned. The warden, Nymphiedora, eyed her carefully and asked "So... about that ping pong trick?" Belle rolled her eyes, and reached into her orange jumpsuit's pocket to retrieve her spare ping pong balls...
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#24 Cherry Ave is dead now. And nobody cried.
#39 Bellecat is in jail, contemplating how to transform her orange prison jumper into a lolita outfit.
#>9000 Everybody got bored of this game so stop your whining you stupid heifers. heart
Roles, do the hustle.

Day 9: Was Hyrule built by illegal immigrants?

Shiivon had been spending her time on the island wisely. Sitting in a secluded area, she spent her hours editing The Legend of Zelda wikipedia pages and writing Ganondorf/Link slashfics. She had heard the angry mob traveling around Isle de Gambino, but felt it better to stay out of their way, especially since she was just writing the scene where Ganondorf reveals his triforce of power (his p***s) to Link. Shii couldn't help but drool while thinking of what she would have them do next. Just as she went to save her word document, her computer shut off. She was horrified, and got out of her chair in a rage. In all her fangirling, she hadn't even noticed the sniper slip by. A gunshot to the head later, the sniper stood there and stated simply, "Sorry, but Ganondorf and Ike are my OTP."

Amigox3 was reading up on landscaping, when he heard a large mob appear outside of his abode. Donning his sombrero, Amigo went out to greet them- assuming they were there to start a siesta. This was not the case, as the group collectively decided to hate Mexicans, but Luna was nowhere to be found. They figured that Amigo would be the next best thing. While chanting something about learning English, they hauled Amigo into jail and took his sombrero from him. Sombrero-less and dejected, he cried himself to sleep that night.
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#21 Shiivon should have used Farore's wind.
#40 Amigox3 would have been deported if it wasn't for the quarantine status of the island.
Roles, get on it!

Day 11: Newsflash, Snuggies are weird.
Unphotographable resumed his GMship.


Mylian, the token cult member of the quarantine, was having a rough day! He couldn't find a single person to try on his spare snuggie and it was really starting to get to him! How was he ever supposed to gain more members to his cult if they were all dead/not trying his blanketrobe? Discouraged, he walked himself to the shore, where he watched the pile of burning sick bodies while eating popcorn and thinking about how convenient his snuggie was. After spending enough time there to have his snuggie permanently internalize the smell of burning dead bodies, Mylian heard someone behind him! The sniper stood over Mylian, with a clothespin on their nose, blushing. They asked to try the Snuggie on, Mylian obliged and was so exicted he didn't realize the sniper pulled their gun out and shot him dead. The sniper then took the snuggie home to put in the wash.

Sadistic `Ninja had just finished discussing with the angry mob his ritualistic sex practices. Although many were interested, some were appalled by his stories (especially the parts that involved goat blood). Because few people had actually gotten the mob to listen to something they were saying, he felt the need to actually put it in print. He went further to hand out a small newsletter that explained in great detail the joys of sex with demons. The more conservative mob leaders convinced the rest of the mob to suddenly become prudes. They all locked him up, with the burliest man they could find- Kashi. Little did they know of Ninja's documents detailing the identity of the sniper. The News reporter had been jailed.
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#25. Mylian was angling for a tossed salad, but got shot in the head.
#34. sadistic `Ninja, your news reporter, likes bdsm Naruto fanfiction. Oh, and he got jailed.
A bunch of mildly important people caught cop flu, and died a horrible death. But nobody mourned them.

The remaining active players are:
02 Sunset Sonata
04 flamingdove
12 Haven_gal
14 the.Blue.Iris
15 o 3-y
16 Shadow_articuno
17 A Dragonflys Sin
29 gute nacht mond
33 Heart Shaped Toastie
35 Draconissa
37 buzzkid24

Day 13: Bad luck can undo any plan

The angry mob's numbers had been dwindling from the very first of their senseless actions committed. All were becoming paranoid, and the mob could barely call themselves a mob with how few people were left standing. All hope seemed lost, as bodies were piling up from the deadly plague by the day, countless innocent individuals were placed into the crowded jails, and a sniper was still running loose killing whoever they felt like. However concerned for their safety, this did not stop the mob from it's usual mindless rambling and misplaced rage.
One member had enough, Draconissa faced the crowd, and went on a long, hard, and fabulous speech about their despicable behavior. Nobody listened to this rant, in fact few actually noticed that it was actually happening. When Draconissa finally finished speaking, Sunset Sonata approached the mob cautiously. She had listened to Draconissa's speech, and with rifle hidden behind her back she tried to convince the mob to jail her.
But, some members of the mob found Ash's sudden appearance just as suspicious as Draconissa's sudden fondness for long-winded talking. The mob was torn, and could not make a decision either way. So, a coin was flipped.
Tails, the side designated to Ash. Enraged, she revealed her rifle and aimed and shot...
Only to misfire, her gun jamming and her chamber becoming unusable. The mob threw her in jail, celebrating their first correct decision since they first discovered decision-making skills.
The innocents were all released from jail, some were scarred by the time, others hardened, others learned how to shoot pingpong balls out of their snatches.
And Sunset sonata sat in her cell with her dearest, and only true friend. Penny the pingpong ball.

After Ash's imprisonment, scientists were able to find a cure for the plague that had ravaged the inhabitants of Isle de Gambino during this tough time. The sniper gamers were returned to their respective cities, with nothing to remember the time spent quarantined but a bill of good help and a few less friends...
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#02 Sunset Sonata, your sniper, was tried fairly in a court of her peers.