WARNING: Horror. Gore. Romance. This roleplay is experimental. Keep in mind, I will be implementing a variety of new GM and playing tactics. It's being built to last. Read the OOC before you consider joining. Also, for full effect, listen to this while you check out the intro.
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This is a closed campus academy. Shrouded in forest and advertising a "learning experience in isolation", the boarding school property is seated miles from civilization.
No reception. Limited internet access. The curriculum is strict, and the staff is extremely traditionalist.
This is the sort of school you'd use to straighten out a wild child, the sort of school the studious, rich, and ambitious line up to attend.
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Those warm gestures, the way humans express love, have been... distorted. Corrupted. Turned on end. Reversed.
It happened suddenly. A kiss, a touch, a kind word... gone. Instead of these, the inhabitants of this school began to demonstrate affection with knives, humiliation, violence.
But, remember, this is a demonstration of intimacy. Friends track down friends, happily hacking and slashing instead of hugging. The lovers torture one another, the narcissistic tearing themselves apart. Those they cared nothing for were avoided and treated normally, as always.
No one thinks this is strange except you.
A group of students, unaffected by the curse, stand alone in the midst of this hellhole. But what to do? Their friends are looking for them, like they normally would. But in this sort of situation... it would be better not to be found.
Who would be safer to hide with, than your own worst enemy?
Go on, try to escape, if you can. The school is isolated... and your friends really want to find you.
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