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| 06 Aug 2012 06:25 PM |
The wind was howling that night, with the fog surrounding the already mysterious mansion. It was very lucky that, at least for me, the road was empty. The party was supposed to be happy, yes it was. The fog ruined the mood, and some of the festivities, but nothing quite like what happened next.
A letter was recovered from the scene later, covered in blood.
-"Hello, I wish for you, my most trusted friends, that we should meet together one last time, before I lay dead. It seems like yesterday I was twenty, and a whole life ahead of me. I'm dying from cancer now at fifty. I will die in about five days, but this party has a meaning to me.Why you ask? Because I will re-write my will, for who will find the treasure on my property. However, the will isn't the only thing. We will have many fun events, as I learnt too late, that life is about the journey. Not the location. Now, I shall wish you attend, as you are one of my friends. Whether I met you recently, or whether I saw you first at midnight in 1972. That is all, I really need to say." -McKay Jallerd.
A mere glance would have told you that apon arriving, the gates were shut. As if they knew the murders were going to kill. ____________________________________________________________________________
Driving to the mansion was not a joke, one of the planned murders crashed into a ditch. He's now dead. We only wish we knew the reason why it happened. -Cut back to the country-side of England, 2010, on the date May, 15th. One day before McKay and Ryan's birthday...- Unwinding the map, and smoothing through the curved roads, it was no wonder you were provided with a map...
Living Room-Dinner Room-Kitchen Living Room-LaundryRoom-Kitchen HALLWAY--Wallllllllllllllllllll-Deckkkk Hallwayyy-----------------------Deckkkk Halllwayy- Pool Room*----Deckkkk Halllwayy-Pool Room*----[E]Deckk Hallwayy-Pool Room*------Deckkk Halllllllllllllwayyyyyyyyy---Deckkk Bath-Bedroom-Bedroom-Staircase --------Bedroom-Bedroom-Staircase
\ -\ --\ ---\ Hallway-Bathroom Hallway-Bedroom Hallway-Bedroom Hallway-Office
Mystery set-up Acts Act 1: The Greeting Act 2: Goner Act 3: Not Again Act 4: Massacre in the House Act 5: The Tyrant's Revelation You are thrown into the mansion where people are murdering, and each move you make, changes everything. Every murder will effect something else, a chain reaction. A standard cause of movement, may keep you alive. Only the die will tell.
Format: Action: This is what you are doing. You can walk into a room, cause a false clue, or talk to someone. Examine: Examining makes you examine something. Simple. Thought Card: What you are thinking about the previous clue. Necessary for me to tell development of the mystery. Accusation Card: Who you accuse, motive, and how they did it! When you die, you can carry on. The only thing you cannot do is talk to someone. (Your basically in ghost form.)
~Rules~ 1. Acceptable Grammar 2.Can't start role-playing untill accepted by a Admin or The owner 3. You probably WILL die. 4 Curse at your own risk 5.Don't control another person's character without permission. 6.No Godmodding 7. I think everyone knows this, but just don't even go near the subject of romance.
~Admin List~ MarkJarkson (Owner) Coollegodude1 awesome234 ThaCruelLlama (I'm pretty sure he'll join.) Admin Powers: Accept/Decline Plot-twists Can roll dice to pick who dies.
~Character Sheet~ Name: /-\ge: Gender Appearance: Bio: How long have you known McKay?: In one word, how 'good' do you think your friendship is with McKay?: Occupation: Nationality: Personality: Other: There isn't a lot of length, because it's sorta simple.
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| 06 Aug 2012 06:31 PM |
| ((It was Professor Plum, in the Ballroom, with the knife!)) |
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| 06 Aug 2012 06:33 PM |
Name: Johnson "John" Buckle /-\ge: 22 Gender: Male Appearance: Dirty blond shaggy hair up to his neck. Aqua blue eyes, white, tan, white teeth, scar on left corner of forehead, strong, white v-neck t-shirt, black jeans, white Nike shoes, 200 pounds, and 5 12'. Bio: My father died when I was around the age of 12. I met McKay at the funeral, He was one of my Dad's friend. My Mom was always working so That's why I started hanging out with McKay. When I had trouble in school he would help me. When I felt Lonely he would take me to the playground. When I was sad he Cheered me up. Once I heard he got Cancer I swore to always be there for him as he was for me. How long have you known McKay?: 10 years In one word, how 'good' do you think your friendship is with McKay?: He is kinda like a second father to me. Occupation: I work for Apple. Nationality: England Personality: Nice, Trusting, brave. Other: N/A |
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| 06 Aug 2012 06:53 PM |
| You are a complete tard iof you accept your own CS. |
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| 06 Aug 2012 07:08 PM |
~Character Sheet~ Name: Kai Mai Lerr (Kai Mai is her first name. It's pronounced kI mAy.) /-\ge: 24 Gender Female Appearance: She has long black hair that is almost always up in a pony tail. Black running shorts and a white sport's shirt. Kai Mai wears white NIKES and has icy blue eyes. 5'7. 124 pounds. Bio: She was born into a Chinese- American family. They mostly spoke traditional Chinese, but her parents taught her English. She loved to run when she was a kid so, her parents signed her up for track. This continued for many years. At one of her competitions, McKay was there. After itwas over and she won, he came up to her and introduced himself. They became friends over time ect. ect. until his death. How long have you known McKay?: About 7 years. In one word, how 'good' do you think your friendship is with McKay?: Fine, how 'bout you? Occupation: She is a proffestional runner. Nationality: Chinese Personality: She is a nice woman, not one you would expect to murder. But you would never know. She is unpredictable and likes to be incharge. Other: ... Sup.
~It's the Claw that makes the Scar. Ether that or a frisbee misshap.~ |
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