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| 21 Mar 2014 04:44 PM |
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“Dead. That’s what you would be if you’re always caught off guard.”
The head scientist taps on the mic and clears her throat.
“Ahem. Welcome, all, to this tour of our scientific research lab." There was a smattering of applause. "As we do have many floors and rooms, I would like to caution you to stick together. You never want to stray from the group here. And now if you’ll excuse me...” The head scientist walks off the stage and toward her office.
A few minutes later, all the tourists heard a piercing scream coming from the head scientist’s office. Her body slammed against the door and blood dripped from the it, staining the translucent walls. The tourists watched in horror as the body was slammed against the door once more.
Hours later, a new scientist came toward the group of tourist and smiled. “I’ll be the person guiding you today since Delilah is, ahh, quite injured at the moment. My name is Makaylah. And also, there’s one thing you should know. Dead. That’s what you would be if you’re always caught off guard.”
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March 17, 2014;
Dear [Name],
Congratulations! You have been selected to attend a tour around the World's Largest Scientific Lab! Once there, you will be given a tour all around the scientific lab and see how all things scientific is made! This lab has many floors and rooms to explore. And, that isn't the best part yet; if you absolutely love the tour, you'll be given another chance to visit! Doesn't that sound like fun?
Sincerely, Delilah Brown ∂єℓιℓαн вяσωη; Head Scientist
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This roleplay is played off entirely like Murder Mystery, meaning there is one Murderer and one person who has a gun. Instead of the person with the gun being called a Sheriff, we’ll go by the real term, Bystander w/ a secret weapon. Everyone else who is not a Murderer or a Bystander w/ a secret weapon are simply called a Bystander.
The objective of this roleplay is for the Murderer to kill all Bystanders, including the Bystander w/ a secret weapon or the Bystander w/ a secret weapon to kill the Murderer before the Murderer kills all the Bystanders while at the same time protecting the Bystanders from death.
The murderer can select one person to attempt to мυя∂єя whenever s/he wants by PMing me his target. The victim will get a dice rolled for them. 1-4 is the chance of fail escape, meaning you’re going to die, but you’re going to get one last glimpse of Murderer. 5-6 is the chance of escape, meaning you were either fast enough to escape or found a way to distract the Murderer. The person who does escape also has a chance to see the Murderer before running away.
To decide what the Bystander sees when s/he escapes or dies, a wheel is used to decide this. The wheel will display the color of hair, color of shirt, and the color of his/her pants. The wheel will spin and the one of the selections will be, obviously, selected. The one selected will be the last thing that the Bystander will see before dying or escaping.
Murderer, don't forget to act as if you're not the murderer. And Bystander w/ a secret weapon, if you must, keep your gun out with you at all times. Who knows what will happen if you don't?
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ηυмвєя 1; Seriously, you need to read the rules to make your character sheet perfectly to get accepted.
ηυмвєя 2; On question three of the character sheet, choose one of the three colors: Pink, Red, or Blue.
ηυмвєя 3; On question one of the character sheet, choose one of the names: Echo, Sierra, Papa, Romeo, or Juliet. And then choose a last name of your own.
ηυмвєя 4; On question four and five of the character sheet, choose one of the following colors: Brown, Black, or Blonde/Khaki.
ηυмвєя 5; On the last question, answer it with the word, “Murder.” and put in the quote that is mentioned at the top of the thread! That last question is the one before the scientist hands you a piece of paper.
ηυмвєя 6; All ROBLOX rules apply.
ηυмвєя 7; Remember, I am using a randomizer to choose who is the Murderer and who is the Bystander w/ a secret weapon.
ηυмвєя 8; You are allowed to make a reservation for a character since the maximum amount of joiners is limited 25 people! And your reservation spot is reserved for only 3 days.
ηυмвєя 9; Please have at least some decent grammar and have some knowledge in roleplaying. That said, please include an example of your roleplaying in the space provided in your Character Sheet.
ηυмвєя 10; No metagaming, no godmodding, which I don’t think will be happening at all in this roleplay.
ηυмвєя 11; Ignore all trolls, flamers, etc., etc.
ηυмвєя 12; Swear at your own risk. If by chance you do get banned, do know that it is your own fault.
ηυмвєя 13; When you die, you’re dead forever! Just hope there are more rounds.
ηυмвєя 14; When you're out of character, please use brackets or parentheses when you talk.
ηυмвєя 15; Have fun!
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The new scientist pulls each of you into a very well guarded, rather dark room and begins to ask you a series of questions.
“Alright, first things first, what is your name?”;
“What a great name. Now, how σℓ∂ are you? I'm assuming that you're around the age of seventeen to twenty-two?”;
“I see… And what color shirt are you wearing currently?;
“And the color of your hair is…?”;
“Last fashion question, what are the color of your pants?”;
“Interesting… now tell me about your history, if you want to.”;
“Quite astonishing. Do you have anything else to say?”;
She hands you a piece of paper. “Let me see how well you write.”;
After grabbing your piece of paper when you finished writing, you stood up. But before you moved any further, the scientist grabbed a hold of your arm. “Remember… never, ever be caught off guard.” With that said, the scientist let go of your hand and you walked out of the room.
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{σ т н є я т н ι η g ѕ } //// {я є ѕ є я ν α т ι σ η ѕ } //// {ѕ ¢ н є ∂ υ ℓ є} //// { σ σ ¢ ѕ т υ ƒ ƒ}
Well, I hope everyone enjoys this roleplay! Hopefully, this stays active and perhaps sequels will be made?
Currently, there are 14/25 people who have reserved a spot. Those people include, WiFiKing42, Hydreigons, long106, skylitdreams, Mycousinblade, nathan987654, SwedishLemon, evilboo10, 1perrytheplatypus, DiamondDragonair, StarFire289, Calsprite, kseeking, and vamking12. There are probably more, but that’s all I see on the idea thread.
There will ησт be any admins in this roleplay and the answer why is quite self explanatory.
Yes, you know that letter in the beginning? That letter ѕυ¢кѕ a ton, doesn't it?
The current schedule is:
Day 1 - 2: We will be accepting Character Sheets. If all the spots are filled up before the second day, we will advance on.
Day 3 and the rest of the RP: We will select the Murderer and Bystander w/ a secret weapon. Then, the RP will start until all the Bystanders have died or until the Murderer has been killed.
Also, ¢яє∂ιт to long106 for proofreading my RP and making it better in some parts! But, after she did proofread, I did add some other things. If there are grammar errors, I apologize in advance.
And seriously, if I forget something, I'm going to cry.
Thank you.
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| 21 Mar 2014 04:53 PM |
“Alright, first things first, what is your name?”; "Alexander, Samuel, Sanderson."
“What a great name. Now, how σℓ∂ are you? I'm assuming that you're around the age of seventeen to twenty-two?”; "21 actually."
“I see… And what color shirt are you wearing currently?; "Well, Red."
“And the color of your hair is…?”; "Bright Blonde..."
“Last fashion question, what are the color of your pants?”; "Blue, honestly can't you see?"
“Interesting… now tell me about your history, if you want to.”; "Well, I don't really like explaining it all, not at one place and time anyway."
“Quite astonishing. Do you have anything else to say?”; "Murder."
She hands you a piece of paper. “Let me see how well you write.”; "Dead. That's what you'll be if your always caught off guard."
After grabbing your piece of paper when you finished writing, you stood up. But before you moved any further, the scientist grabbed a hold of your arm. “Remember… never, ever be caught off guard.” With that said, the scientist let go of your hand and you walked out of the room. |
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| 21 Mar 2014 04:57 PM |
| (Declined, please reread the rules, Kseek!) |
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kseeking
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:01 PM |
"Dead. That's what you'll be if your always caught off guard." “Alright, first things first, what is your name?”; "Alexander, Samuel, Sanderson."
“What a great name. Now, how σℓ∂ are you? I'm assuming that you're around the age of seventeen to twenty-two?”; "21 actually."
“I see… And what color shirt are you wearing currently?; "Well, Red."
“And the color of your hair is…?”; "Bright Blonde..."
“Last fashion question, what are the color of your pants?”; "Blue, honestly can't you see?"
“Interesting… now tell me about your history, if you want to.”; "Well, I don't really like explaining it all, not at one place and time anyway."
“Quite astonishing. Do you have anything else to say?”; "Murder."
She hands you a piece of paper. “Let me see how well you write.”; Alex
I walk though the dark tunnel, it was cold as ice, and darker than the night sky, as i walked at times I would see a tiny glimsp of light, only to be covered in more darkness. This tunnel seemed to never end, but I was determined to escape, all I could do, was keep going. Through these endless tunnels.
After grabbing your piece of paper when you finished writing, you stood up. But before you moved any further, the scientist grabbed a hold of your arm. “Remember… never, ever be caught off guard.” With that said, the scientist let go of your hand and you walked out of the room.
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:07 PM |
The new scientist pulls each of you into a very well guarded, rather dark room and begins to ask you a series of questions.
“Alright, first things first, what is your name?”; “Echo Jones.”
“What a great name. Now, how σℓ∂ are you? I'm assuming that you're around the age of seventeen to twenty-two?”; “Twenty and a half, weird age, huh?”
“I see… And what color shirt are you wearing currently?; “Erm, red, I think it's pretty obvious.”
“And the color of your hair is…?”; “Blonde hair.”
“Last fashion question, what are the color of your pants?”; “A brown, plain old brown.”
“Interesting… now tell me about your history, if you want to.”; “Born and raised thoughtfully and kindly, never really grew up strictly. I grew up on a farm, moved to the city, and decided to make some money for my family. Then I got interrupted by this invite. I usually go by Echo, or EJ. I got the nickname 'Goldie' when my find of gold on the farm got sold, that's where I got it. Also to mention that I've never really been treated like in these facilities and labs and what not, so it's a new experience indeed.”
“Quite astonishing. Do you have anything else to say?”; “I carry a camera round, though I guess they'll confiscate that?”
She hands you a piece of paper. “Let me see how well you write.”; “Oh, okay, got a pencil?” - Echo moved silently round the facility, his hand behind his backs as he held his breath, not daring to move. He heard the gunshots and screams, but he didn't see anyone. Where was he? He was obviously stuck in some sort of predicament. Echo wiped the blood of his shirt, though it wouldn't show much anyway since it was perfectly red. He started at the wall, hearing the grumbling footsteps approaching loudly. Then he froze, the killer was behind him, totally searching. He could hear a voice from the water container on the other side of the hallway. “Hey, over here!” The voice mumbled and whispered as the anonymous hand sprouted out from behind the hallway ledge. Echo crouched, running towards the person with fright that he may have been too loud. He sighed a breath of relief and stared up at the distressed person. “Do you know what's going on?” The unfamiliar face said, her hands trembling. Echo sat down on the nearby chair. “Prepare for the worst.” Echo simply replied. - “That work? It's from a book I read, well, inspired from a book I read.”
After grabbing your piece of paper when you finished writing, you stood up. But before you moved any further, the scientist grabbed a hold of your arm. “Remember… never, ever be caught off guard.” With that said, the scientist let go of your hand and you walked out of the room.
“1000 YEARS DUNGEON!” - Lemongrab |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:08 PM |
“Quite astonishing. Do you have anything else to say?”; “I carry a camera round, though I guess they'll confiscate that? Ooh, not like I'm gonna get >murder< scene going round here, aren't I? They won't kill me for bringing a camera..pfft."
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Forgot about that part.
“1000 YEARS DUNGEON!” - Lemongrab |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:09 PM |
OMFG
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“Dead. That’s what you would be if you’re always caught off guard.”
“1000 YEARS DUNGEON!” - Lemongrab |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:10 PM |
| (Everything looks great, Kseek, but your name and pants are the problem. No need to repost your Character Sheet, just tell me the changes.) |
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kseeking
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:11 PM |
Name: "Luke, Sanderson."
Pants: "I'm wearing dark blue skinny jeans." |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:12 PM |
| (@Valkyire, you can choose any name. There is an unlimited amount of people who can use each name, but you just need to choose a different last name.) |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:13 PM |
| (@Kseek; ηυмвєя 3; On question one of the character sheet, choose one of the names: Echo, Sierra, Papa, Romeo, or Juliet. And then choose a last name of your own.) |
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kseeking
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:14 PM |
“Alright, first things first, what is your name?”; "Romeo Nelson."
“What a great name. Now, how σℓ∂ are you? I'm assuming that you're around the age of seventeen to twenty-two?”; "I'm seventeen, nice guess."
“I see… And what color shirt are you wearing currently?; "Red, I like red shirts..."
“And the color of your hair is…?”; "Brown."
“Last fashion question, what are the color of your pants?”; "Black, can't you just look yourself instead?"
“Interesting… now tell me about your history, if you want to.”; "I was born and raised in a small town, nothing much really, I live a normal life. I have lots of friends and such, so I don't see why you would really care about my lifestyle. It's pretty lame."
“Quite astonishing. Do you have anything else to say?”; "Murder." “Dead. That’s what you would be if you’re always caught off guard.”
She hands you a piece of paper. “Let me see how well you write.”; Romeo was walking down the street, and looked around at the houses. It was dark outside and he had nothing to do. "What is there to do..." Romeo said as he kicked a couple of rocks on the street. |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:15 PM |
The new scientist pulls each of you into a very well-guarded, rather dark room and begins to ask you a series of questions.
“Alright, first things first, what is your name?”; “Sierra Larkson.”
“What a great name. Now, how σℓ∂ are you? I'm assuming that you're around the age of seventeen to twenty-two?”;
“Yeah, eighteen.” I flash a smile.
“I see… And what color shirt are you wearing currently?; “Blue… obviously.”
“And the color of your hair is…?”;
“As you can see, brown.”
“Last fashion question, what are the color of your pants?”; “Black. It’s not THAT dark in here, you know.”
“Interesting… now tell me about your history, if you want to.”;
“I don’t particularly wish to divulge the deepest secrets of my mind to you at the moment.”
“Quite astonishing. Do you have anything else to say?”; “Murder....”
She hands you a piece of paper. “Let me see how well you write.”;
“Dead. That’s what you would be if you’re always caught off guard.”
After grabbing your piece of paper when you finished writing, you stood up. But before you moved any further, the scientist grabbed a hold of your arm. “Remember… never, ever be caught off guard.” With that said, the scientist let go of your hand and you walked out of the room.
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:17 PM |
(Derp, that accepted was at Kseek.
@Valkyire, accepted.
@long, you were supposed to put the quote in the same spot as Murder. :p and the part where you put the quote is where you put an example of your roleplaying skills.) |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:20 PM |
(An... example of skills... uh... o-o
But okay I'll change it.) |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:24 PM |
| (You can just post that part instead of posting the entire Character Sheet all over again.) |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:26 PM |
“Quite astonishing. Do you have anything else to say?”; “Murder.... Dead. That’s what you would be if you’re always caught off guard.”
She hands you a piece of paper. “Let me see how well you write.”; Sierra leaned on the sterile white wall. “No,” she replied, her voice steely. “I don’t know what happened to her.” The man’s eyebrows furrowed. “Are you sure?” he said, faintly stressing the last word. “I’m positive.” The detective nodded, smoothing down his brown plaid shirt. He took a breath – probably mad at her for not giving him a huge insider’s scoop. “Well, thank you, Miss Larkson, for your time.”
[Dunno I just typed this up bc I had nothing. c:]
After grabbing your piece of paper when you finished writing, you stood up. But before you moved any further, the scientist grabbed a hold of your arm. “Remember… never, ever be caught off guard.” With that said, the scientist let go of your hand and you walked out of the room.
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:29 PM |
(Accepted.)
4/25 people have been accepted. |
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:35 PM |
“Alright, first things first, what is your name?”; Sierra Cross.
“What a great name. Now, how σℓ∂ are you? I'm assuming that you're around the age of seventeen to twenty-two?”; 22, though, I'm turning 23 next month.
“I see… And what color shirt are you wearing currently?; Red.
“And the color of your hair is…?”; Black.
“Last fashion question, what are the color of your pants?”; Brown.
“Interesting… now tell me about your history, if you want to.”; I just came here to look at stuff, all due respect, I'm not the one to open myself up to people.
“Quite astonishing. Do you have anything else to say?”; Do you? Murder, Don't know what I said that.
Dead. That's what you would be if you're always caught off guard.
Funny, the things we say.
She hands you a piece of paper. “Let me see how well you write.”;
The luxurious scent of peaches, followed by the sound of a bird inspired me, as I bent over my piece of paper, furiously writing away. Of course, my family was coming to see me today, and that dreadful old hag known as my mother is accompanying them. I sighed, as I flicked the last letter of the paper, and placed the paper in the drawer, reminding myself that someday, that will be a world renowned book. After taking a refreshing shower, I dressed myself in the best suit I had, a black and white tuxedo, and attempted to put on a happy face for my mother.
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| 21 Mar 2014 05:35 PM |
| (Whups, didn't see that Sierra was taken already, uh Papa.) |
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