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"The Game" IC

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby WolfsKnight on Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:15 pm

Story:

Iron Island is a place that used to be something of a small paradise. A place run only by itself, its own electrical plant, its own farms, and above all its own society. It was a beautiful place, there were cities, towns, forests, and even a small spread of mountains along the eastern shore. Now this place has become deserted and pale. The forests have already begun rebuilding themselves, but the cities and towns were ripped apart by civil war and never recovered. The island stands quiet and uninhabited by all but the native creatures that survived the brutal massacre, and other darker things that hide in the shadows. The ruins of the cities lie undisturbed, left just as they were when they fell fifty years ago.

Now, ten people find themselves here. Each of them left in a different place, some without a clue as to how they got there. Five of them find that they were left with only food and water to last a week at most, and the others have been granted one weapon each of various design, but nothing more. Guns, bows, knives, something so simple as a wooden plank with a nail in the end. With each of these items, for both groups, was left a note.

Each note was hand written specifically for each individual. At the top was simply written “THE GAME” and below was a reason for their participation as well as the rules. And on the back was a map, only for those without weapons. The map had symbols, but no key.
“The Game” is simple, you either hunt, or are hunted. But then the game could always end up in a reversal.

(No, it's not Battle Royale.)



Rules:
(Don't be overwhelmed by the rules, it may look like a lot but it really isn't.)
RP rules:
Follow the Roleplaygatweway RULES
No godmodding
Do not ignore others
Romance and violence are expected, DO NOT CYBER IN MY FORUM
I don’t mind cursing, but don’t overdo it
Be LITERATE
-Use the third person
-Use “” for speaking, (()) {{}} or [[]] for OOC (or better yet, in the OOC thread), and italics for thinking
-Use correct grammar and spelling (use spell-check)
-Do not use one-liners. Type at least a paragraph per post. (If you have writers block then talk about the surroundings, smells, feelings…talk about your characters thoughts or memories)
I’m going for long term, so if you decide to leave then please make a death post
Try to post at least three times a week, and try not to get too far ahead within a night
PM all profiles to me titled "Iron Island"
I have the right to add rules, everyone will be informed when I do so

Character Rules:
No invincible characters
Ages 15 and up
MUST be human
All races and sexualities welcome
All religions welcome
Modern Weapons (Whether they're primitive or not is up to you, but nothing futuristic)

Game Rules:
-Nowhere on the island is forbidden
-Items have been scattered about to aid anyone who may come across them (please ask me in a pm or the OOC thread before making a post to find something.)
-Don’t die
(Yeah, corny, I know)

Settings:
Iron Island
Forest
City
Town
Port
Cave
Other…added as story progresses


Profile Skeletons:
Username:
Character Name:
Age:
Gender:
Orientation:
Occupation:
Bio: (try for at least three sentences please)
Appearance: (anime pic or detailed description)
Hunter or Hunted: (if hunter add Weapon)

Accepted Characters-Hunters (Predators)

(1/5 available)

Username: Wolfsknight
Character Name: Mika Lanson
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Lesbian
Occupation: Writer
Bio: She moved to London several years ago, she changed her name and got herself a fake passport and ID. It was easy enough with the people she had come to know. Her mother was an abusive drug addict, and her father was a perverted drunk. One day, they disappeared. Nobody knows what happened to them, except for Mika of course, she knows exactly what happened. And in a way the world does too, but who would take a story so seriously? It is fiction, isn't it?
Appearance: Short blond hair, mostly straight with a bit of wave. She looks tomboyish, but at the same time she is very feminine. She is average height and somewhat thin with pale skin from always being indoors. Her eyes are a very unique shade of blue, sometimes seeming as if they turn green. She wears a pair of skinny black jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt with a pair of black boots.
Weapon: Machete


Username: Mattyman24
Character name: John Horwitz
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: (I dont know what it means, but anyway) Not gay
Occupation: Shop worker
Bio: John was born in Bristol and lived there ever since, and when he was 11 he helped his brother and his uncle create a food, and clothes shop that they hoped to come succesful and they would become quite rich. In the end, they were very succesful and their dad, Mark Horwitz, with John's brother, Spencer, came up with a perfect name for it: Mark's and Spencers, John was annoyed that he wasnt it it but his father said they couldnt have, Marks and Spencers and Johns, but he got a job there and a raise and worked there since the year before he found himself on Iron Island.
Appearance: John is tall for his age, but handsome and has grown a moustache that he has to shave twice a day because he is such a quick moustache grower. He wears ripped jeans, because of a incident with a hive of wasps and a truck load of thorns. He also wears a nice shirt with the logo of Flipback on the side, his hair is spiked and has gone crazy since he arrived on the island, and he wants to return it to normal, but he cant because on the island they dont have gel.
Weapon: Pistol, short sword.

Username: OriginalSix
Character Name: Joshua Saint
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: ....whatever pays
Bio: Orphaned as a baby, Joshua never knew his parents. He grew up in a Catholic run orphanage, but was transferred to an institutional home after he beat another child into a coma. He tried to escape several times, finally managing to do so at 13. He fled into the city streets, doing whatever he could to make money, mainly making a living delivering messages, pickpocketing and occasionally drug running. A couple of years back, when a drug den he was delivering to was attacked by a rival gang, Joshua grabbed a gun off of one of the fallen, and once the smoke cleared, never let it go. He willingly entered the Game, under employ of a mysterious benefactor.
Appearance: Joshua is kinda short and almost painfully thin, with scrubby blond hair, and dark eyes. He dresses like anyone else, except he's almost always wearing a worn leather donkey jacket. His body is covered in scarring, but thats usually covered by his clothes; the only visible blemish being a tiny scar on his temple.
Hunter or Hunted: Hunter. His pistol, Ana, hangs in a shoulder holster under his left arm. Joshua's also carrying a couple of knives.

Username: SethGunn
Character Name: Thomas Riley
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Occupation: Freelancer (usually assassination or espionage, but will do most anything for money)

Bio: His whole life he was forced to be do whatever he could to get money, be it legal or otherwise. After living on the streets for most of his life, he has become rather callous. This does mean, however, that he is without emotion. He has just learned that he must do whatever necessary to preserve himself. So in the end, he mainly only cares about his own interests. He has done quite well for himself in his lucrative line of work. Thus, he is rather wealthy and very well off. He is a survivor and will do whatever he must do to remain so.

Appearance: He is approximately 6'2". He weighs about 190 pounds of mostly muscle. He's not Superman, but he is quite strong. He is very well cut. He has black hair (not jet black mind you) and dark brown eyes. He is caucasian with a pretty good tan. Not too dark, but still a tan. He has a little stubble beard going on. He frequents sports jackets and slacks with fedora-style hats and expensive Aviators. He has a flashing white smile and a special gleam in his eye.

-Hunted (Prey)
(3/5 available)

Username:
ReiRyuusei

Character Name:
Chicago 'Windy' Callavo

Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Orientation:
Bisexual

Occupation:
Singer-Songwriter for the band, Aurora Roses.

Bio:
With a name like 'Chicago', you were destined for stardom. You had to be; you were either going to have super rich, rockstar parents who had the right to give you such an otherwise ridiculous first name or you simply had to make it big yourself, no matter what the cost. Otherwise you were simply going to have to live a life of teasing and taunting or get it legally changed in court. Chicago, known to her friends and single mother as 'Windy' (a nickname created in middle school by her best friend, Charlie, taking it from Chicago City's very own nickname; the Windy City), is the singer and song writer for pop-punk/alternative rock band; Aurora Roses, a band which recently signed a contract with a top American record label and was about to release their first album and go on tour the day after when Chicago disappeared.

Appearance:
Link: http://i.luv-emo.com/wp-content/uploads ... -scene.jpg

Username: Wolfsknight
Character Name: Rikki Lancer
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Orientation: unknown
Occupation: Professional Stunt Woman
Bio: Rikki has always been quick on her feet, athletic and brave. She was always looking for something to test her limits, so much so that it’s amazing she’s lived so long. She has broken most of the bones in her body at least once, but she never even thinks twice before trying again. She is driven by the rush, the high, of the adrenaline. Sometimes she can seem crazy, but really outside of her fast paced schedule she is a normal person with a good heart.
Appearance: Short red hair, pale skin, freckles. Her eyes are green. She is tall and thin, muscular but not to a creepy point. She wears a black tank-top and a pair of dark green cargo pants.


Username:
Rigel Lake.
Character Name:
Elliot Gardiner
Age:
27.
Gender:
Male.
Orientation:
Homosexual.
Occupation:
Unemployed.
Bio:
The perpetual no-life. His school life was mottled by reports of sleeping all the time in class, he lived with his parents until they kicked him out at the age of 25, and he's currently homeless. One day he slept in the wrong alley... and when morning came, no trace of his habitation was there.
Appearance: Elliot's desperately underweight and quite short, weighing in at 85 pounds, 5'6. His skin is pale, as though he's never seen daylight. His teeth are decaying and multiple shades of yellow-or-brown. His hair is dirty, filled with unnameable things, but black under the crap.

Username: Treali Storm

Character Name: Tahira Ali

Age: 59

Gender: Female

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Wanted fugitive

Bio: On May 12, 1950, Elan Tahera Almontaser was born in Washington DC to two asylum seekers, Shasta Wadiri Almontaser, a Chinese Uighur dissident journalist, and his wife, Dr. Beatrice Anandini, a professor of Western philosophy in Communist China. At this time, the Almontasers’ older son, David, had recently graduated from West Nottingham Academy, and was enrolled at MIT as an undergraduate student.

The Almontasers were persecuted by Mao Zedong, and sought to escape his clutches in America; however, they possessed a certain sense of paranoia and so decided to take the entire family into hiding under various assumed names. The only family member exempted was David, of his own volition. The Almontasers approached Shasta’s half-sister, Sumitra, a Christian missionary to adopt Elan outside established legal protocols, as though the child were her own. Once Sumitra agreed to do so, she adopted assumed names on her and Elan’s behalf, and relocated to East Ánár Tynan (now Mutalistan).

Ánár Tynan was predominantly Moslem Arabs and Persians, with a few Pashtun tribesmen in the Northeast. Its government was an oligarchy composed of European Christians who imposed restrictive laws on the indigenous inhabitants. Sumitra (now Solara Asfah), relocated with the blessings of Hope International Missions, an Evangelical missions organization, with Elan (now Tahira Ali) in tow. Within a few weeks of her move, Asfah was sexually assaulted and impregnated. She gave birth to a daughter, whom she named Alia.

Alia Asfah and Tahira Ali were raised by Asfah without outside aid, as the missionary never married. Asfah was also socially ostracized in the conservative community as a direct result of her rape and bastard daughter. Alia possessed superior intellect, and was offered a scholarship to Tokyo International Academy, where she was a boarding student through her early graduation. In Ánár Tynan, Tahira Ali was offered a scholarship to the local Catholic school on behalf of Asfah’s work for Christ. She was a quiet student who rarely participated in class discussions, excelling in math, but performing poorly in the humanities. Tahira Ali graduated with average, if somewhat mediocre, grades in 1968.

In 1965, Tahira Ali met Carlos Hodgson, a young public official in Ánár Tynan. Their acquaintanceship blossomed into a quiet romance, kept in check by the conservative traditions of the community. In July 1986, Hodgson was appointed to the legislative body, a high council, of Ánár Tynan, during the high point of increasing tensions with anarchist rebels and terrorists threatening to overthrow the European ruled regime. The two last saw each other on August 3, 1968, the same day a full scale revolution broke out.

According to the subject, Tahira Ali fled Ánár Tynan later that day. She murdered a family of six, the Abdel Rahman family, and the American reporter, James Elliott, who was escorting the Abdel Rahman family out of the country, to avoid certain death at the hands of the violent revolutionaries. Within two weeks, the European regime disintegrated, Hodgson fled, and the nation was rechristened Mutalistan. In six months time, Sabir Uttar, a charismatic atheist, would take the reins of leadership and establish a dictatorship that fell thirty-eight years later, in 2006.

Tahira Ali took several trains to the Northwest, emerging in Germany a month later, where she murdered thirteen more victims, including US Senator Jordan Normandeau, who had been nominated for the presidency, Catholic Cardinal Srgjam Doshi, and Mohammed Ntamuhanga, the president-elect of Tanzania. She left Germany after another month, arriving in France where she murdered two women, before boarding a transcontinental flight to America under the name Fatima bint Batya.

It was shortly after this that J. Edgar Hoover decided to add Tahira Ali to the FBI Ten Most Wanted List, making her the first woman to be included in the relatively new program. The original reward for her capture was $1 million.

The subject arrived in New York City where she murdered two Americans, one a police officer, before traveling on foot across the country. After this date, the subject disputes which murders she actually committed. Tahira Ali is believed to have murdered at least two dozen others in at least eight other states before traveling abroad once more.

She has been implicated in a number of bombings of churches, synagogues, and interfaith meetings, both domestically and abroad. In 1998, Tahira Ali met with Usama bin Ladin in Pakistan, a meeting attended by Ibrahim El Ghamri, who later became a critical defector for counterterrorism operatives.


Appearance: Race: Caucasian, non-Hispanic
Ethnicity: Uighur (father), Italian Jew (mother)
Skin Tone: Olive
Height: 4'10" (58 inches)
Weight: 85
Build: Slim
Eyes: Gray
Hair: White, of length to just beyond bust
General Description: High cheekbones and a prominent Widow's peak, long nose, pale eyes have a slight almond shape with crow's feet.


Link to OOC thread- http://www.roleplaygateway.com/the-game-ooc-recruiting-survival-t29015.html
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Re: "The Game" IC

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mattyman24 on Fri Sep 04, 2009 1:25 pm

So you've made this a private RP?

John crept into the town and nervously edged toward a run-down church he slept in, the game was basically the hardest and most challenging game he'd ever played obviously, except for Gears Of War on his XBOX360 when he was back home- but that didnt matter now, all that mattered was surviving.

Luckily, John was one of the hunters, the players with the advantage, their aim was to track down the other team- the hunted, and kill them. John felt for his pistol, a Colt 9, and took it out of its holder. Slowly, creaking open the doors, he dived in and hid behind a bench, John put his pistol over it and screamed. "Dont move or youre dead!" And popped his head up to find there was nobody there. Embarressed, John stood up and closed the doors of the church, lighting a candle with a box of matches he had found the night earlier. Edging onto a bed he made from logs and benches, and a tattered cloth he used as a duvet, he slipped into a deep sleep and waited for the next deadly day of "The Game"
"Never read my posts. If I tell you not to you probably will anyway. If you do though, you will have read it, which means you will have ignored my comment at the start of this sentence. Which means you will have read it and just done the same thing that I told you not to do that you did. Which you will again, until you ignore the thing you are reading now which you will repeat, and you wont be doing the wrong thing because you already ignored the right thing, which is totally wrong."

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Rikki Lancer-
Rikki waited quietly, she had managed to climb her way onto the second story of a building that had most of its innards blown out during the civil war that had ravaged this town. It had been a day so far since she had gotten here and awaken. At her side she had found a dirt colored bag with rations of food and water. She had resisted them all day, waiting until she found someplace she thought might be safe. Since she had climbed the bricks to get to this level she thought that it was a place most people would pass up. She pulled out the note that she had found in her bag. At the top it said THE GAME and below that only a single sentence. "You're the mouse." She wasn't stupid, she knew what it meant, she should have been scared, but she was excited. On the back was a map, that's why she was here, in this rundown hellhole of what used to be a town. There was a red mark on the map, but it had no key so she had to make it there to see what it was. It had turned out to be a lighter, useless for now. The sun was beginning to set, so she would stay here on this ledge for the night, silently waiting for the day.

Mika Lanson-
Mika had just awoken, the feeling of cold running water over her fingertips. At this point, her head was still throbbing, and bleeding. She had been hit with something, hard, and left here on the edge of the river in a dense forest. At her side was a bag, the color of dirt, with a note on the front that said "I know what you did." Wrapped in a towel she had found a machete, and now she held it in her hand. Her eyes were wide, and she couldn't hold herself back. "They deserved it you bastard!" She yelled, her voice echoing through the trees as she swung the blade at nothing, not just once, but a few times. She hacked at a tree, but stopped once she realized it would dull her blade. She breathed deeply, letting out a long sigh. Her head still thudded heavily. She tore the towel that had wrapped her weapon and tied it around her head like a bandanna, hoping to stop the bleeding soon.

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He stared at the girl in the photo, mind rolling over the five words that were written on the note it had come attached to. 'You know what to do.'

Joshua had woken up a couple of hours ago, mind fuzzy from whatever it was they'd injected him with so he wouldnt see where they were going, and had spent a good half an hour just recovering, simply trying to remember why he was in the middle of a forest on what seemed to be a deserted island. Thankfully it'd come back to him, and the drug had worn off, or almost. Josh was still blaming the fall he'd had a few minutes back on the wooziness, his foot catching a tree root and sending him face first into the dirt.

Which is why he'd taken this break, sitting under a tree for ten minutes to catch his breath. 'Better get moving now though, get this over with.' he thought, and pushed himself up, shoving the photo back into a jacket pocket. The one that always contained his notebook and pen. Except now. They'd taken them, as well as almost everything else he'd been carrying. He felt strangely naked without them, which was dumb, after all, it was only a pen and some paper. They'd left him Ana though. His hand crept into the jacket, caressing her comforting bulk, swinging slightly in the holster under his left shoulder. He'd also hidden a couple of knives in his boots. Obviously they hadnt thought to check for them, or they just didnt care, which was probably more likely.

Joshua stood stock still for thirty seconds, ears straining at the wind to try and catch the sound of anyone except himself. Nothing. Shrugging, he set off, heading towads the spire of a ruined church, poking over the top of the trees about two miles east.
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It was getting darker by the second and Windy was only getting colder. She pulled her black jacket tighter over her small, skinny form, shivering like a leaf in a rigid breeze and then surveyed her surroundings for the umpteenth time that day. She was underneath a fallen billboard in the centre of the city, with a bag of a weeks rations slung over her shoulder and curled up in a small ball in an attempt to keep as warm as possible. Her own note was clutched in her hand tightly and in black, bold yet cursive script it read; ‘You can’t save yourself this time…’

Windy took a long sniff, making a rather nasal nose and rubbed her red rimmed eyes, smudging her eyeliner even more. However, it was so smudged now it was practically gone, as was her mascara. Not that Windy was too bothered; she had just been kidnapped to play some deadly game where another human being was going to come and murder her just because she had food and they didn’t. She found it hard to believe that she would have been able to do something like that, but then she supposed that humans would do anything to survive.

Running a hand with black polished nails through her now messy pink hair, Windy let out a small hiccup. She had been crying for a while, wondering about her friends, her family and her band; how was her mother going to cope? What would the guys do now that she had disappeared just before their first album release and their first tour? Would they replace her? Would anyone ever know how she died? Or find her body? Somehow, Windy doubted it and that had made her cry, as well as the thought of her mother waiting for news of her the rest of her life.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, Windy gave herself a shake and tried to think of the best way survive ‘The Game’, though such thoughts came impossible to think up. Windy had been born and raised in the city and had never experienced the wilderness in any sense of the world. She didn’t know how to survive on her own and wouldn’t know if her life depended on it… And funnily enough, it did.
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Rikki Lancer-
Rikki had managed to fall asleep, it took longer than she had expected, her jittery excitement keeping her awake. But she didn't stay asleep for long, it was cold, and she hadn't managed to find anything to keep herself warm. She was restless, and this was not the place to suffer from a lack of sleep. She had a lighter, no wood, no safe place to light a fire. She was by no means stupid enough to give away her position. For now, she would bear the cold, curl up into a ball in the corner of her hideaway and try to sleep through the rest of the night. She knew now what she would spend her next day doing, a plan for how to survive on this island. "The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley." ("The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry."-To a Mouse by Robert Burns)

Mika Lanson-
Mika stumbled into what must have been a city. It had fallen just outside of the dense forest, and the river continued through it, lined with a brick path. At the edge of the trees the girl fell, kneeling over the cold water and dipping her hands in. She drank it as if she had not done so in days, taking it in as quickly as possible. She was in no way being stealthy, the handle of her machete rubbing against the bricks as she leaned up and down. Her vision had gone blurry, she could barely read the note on her bag anymore, though she had done it a hundred times down the path. She hadn't been walking too long, but it had gotten dark, and it felt like a lifetime in the hot forest.

Here in the city it was cold, but to Mika it felt wonderful. She lie down flat on the brick path, letting the clay cool her body. She had a fever, probably loss of blood along with her activity and lack of endurance. She began to weep, letting her tears fall to the ground. She didn't want to play this game. She wanted to forget about her parents, she wanted the memories to disappear. Now she had been thrown here because somebody knew that her story wasn't fiction. They were testing her, they wanted to push her to that extreme again. She cursed under her weeping breaths, cursed whomever had put her here, and her parents, but she hadn't stopped cursing them even after their deaths.

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John woke up at the sound of footsteps and talking outside the church, and sprang up and grabbed a Colt out of his bag, if it was one of the hunted, he could get the rations and finally realise the meaning of his note: "Shoot, dont let them run." Slipping out of the log-bed, he grabbed some jeans and struggled into them, tightening his belt to hold his short sword in case things got hand-to-hand fighting.

Sneaking up to the edge of the doors, he poked his head slightly round the door and stared, it was too dark to see properly, but he could make out a figure on the opposite side of the road and pointed his gun toward him/her. "Drop your weapons and turn around so i can see you" John said, trying to sound like a policeman, even though his heart was beating a hundred times a second.
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Half an hour later, Joshua hit the edge of town. After ten minutes spent prowling round the closest buildings, he was satisfied there was no one else around. After twenty more minutes Josh had picked his way through the blasted town, and was standing at the entrance to the central square. The church loomed in front of him in the darkness, still pretty much whole, unlike the other ruins surrounding them. Joshua slipped through the door of the nearest building, drawing his glock and climbing to the second floor.

An hour of peering into the square, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom, staring into the other buildings, and Josh made his move. He glanced up at the church spire, deep in thought. It'd be a massive tactical advantage, especially this early on. Most people, dropped into nowhere, would head for civilisation, even a blasted hell hole like this one, purely from familiarity. Sitting in the spire, he'd have a commanding view of the town, and maybe even a couple miles out into the surrounding greenery. Anyone coming 'd be easy to spot.

Coming down the stairs, Josh's shoulder collided with the wall, knocking free a loose brick. It landed on the steps, clattering down and smacking into the floor. Josh pelted down the stairs, swore, slamming back first into the front wall. He had to relocate, now, before someone came to investigate the noise.

He was thirty feet down the street when a mans voice called out from behind him, saying something about dropping his weapons. Josh smirked. Fat chance of that happening. The fact the other guy had called out instead of just shooting him in the back hopefully meant he wasnt a killer.

He palmed Ana, dropping her into his jacket pocket as he turned towards the church. The other guy was half behind the church door, the pistol in his hand pointing roughly at Josh. He smiled, slowly raising both his arms. "Hey man, whats the problem. Calm the hell down." His smile widened as he noticed the other guys hand tremble slightly.

Joshua took a chance. It was dark, the other man was forty meters away, and from the trembling and his shaking voice, he really wasnt comfortable pointing a gun at another person. Josh broke and ran, sprinting to the nearest doorway. Driving his right shoulder into the door, he tumbled through, ripping Ana from his pocket as he rolled.

Laying prone on the floor, his feet pointing towards the door, Josh aimed back through the doorway, half expecting the other guy to come through it in a hail of gunfire.

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"What the hell? Docks. Great. What cruel irony."

When Thomas woke up, his head was throbbing. As he looked around him, all he saw was docks and a lot of water.

"God, who the hell's idea was this?" As he opened up a piece of paper taped to his hand, all he saw was five words.

The Game
Have fun, bastard.

"Well, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the womb," he chuckled to himself. "It must have been his sister or girlfriend or something. I don't think she had a ring, but it may have been his wife. Who knows?" Reminiscing on the foolish acts of his youth was no way to be wasting his time. Obviously this was no board game. He needed to get his bearings and quick.

As he began walking up the road away from the docks, he saw a lighthouse on a secluded ledge not far in the distance. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he thought with a smile. He immediately set off in that direction. There was no doubt that the lighthouse would be not only very defendable, but also a great place to survey the surrounding area and watch for other "players." He decided to take a quick inventory before heading out. All he had on him was his silenced Wilson Classic. "Hell, good enough for me," he said out loud.

At the, he struck off for the lighthouse, carefully scanning all around him for any sign of life.
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John cursed as th other man barged down a door and hid in cover, without hesitating, he ran up to the house and fired a bullet through a window, there was a smash and a boom when it made a gaping hole the size of a golf ball in the a wooden wall. John realised he was in a corner and lay down beside the wide open door.

Lying down, he slipped his gun down so it was pointing at the other wall and noticed the man was still inside, he took no time to waste, but felt sad as he fired his bullet, what would he do- Save himself, or 9 others?

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"Get up, Josh. Stop just lying here, or you're gonna die." Joshua wasnt aware he was talking to himself. His vision started to blur, the chemicals still in his bloodstream affecting him again now his pulse was up and adrenaline rising.

A bullet whizzed through one of the windows, smashing into a wall three feet behind him.

"Get UP!"

Josh threw himself to his feet, firing several rounds through the doorway to keep the other guy back, almost falling through the door behind him in his race to get away. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the other man laying prone, pistol aimed straight at him. As Joshua span round the doorframe into a hallway the wall exploded, peppering his face with brick dust. Glancing at the fist sized hole, Josh pelted through the house. His assailant had a massive calibur pistol, probably 44 or 50 cal, to be able to do damage like that. Lungs burning, Josh sprinted through another room. Vaulting out of a broken window, he landed in a thin alley, rolling as he hit the floor.

Confident the other guy couldnt have followed as fast as he'd moved, Josh slowed, jogging down the alley, glock held loose in his right hand. Two houses down, he ducked into a doorway, stopped, and listened. No running footsteps, no gunfire caught his ears. Josh nudged the door open, pistol pointing through the gap. No way in hell was he gonna be jumped again. The building was empty, inch thick dust on the floor. Nothing living had been through here in years.

He poked his head round the doorframe, staring back down the alley. Still clear. A drainpipe caught his eye. Josh dropped Ana into her holster, and ran down the street. Gripping the PVC pipe, Josh scurried ratlike up it, levering himself onto the flat roof. A quick look around confirmed there was no other easy way to the rooftop.

If anyone else was in the town, no way they wouldnt have heard the gunfire. More hunters were probably coming this way, the hunted running as fast as possible. What a gigantic tactical screw up. Josh drew Ana, lay prone, and waited.

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((I'm going to try to recruit more people. If nobody else joins tonight then I'm going to post again tomorrow, I was hoping for Ryu to respond.))

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"It's about time." Thomas reached the lighthouse after maybe twenty-five minutes of walking. "Now let's have a look see." He drew his Wilson and began to slowly open the door. As he did so, he looked around the room carefully for any sign of life. The door continued to open and the room continued to be lifeless. He cautiously took one step after another, scanning everything in sight.

Nothing.

He holstered his handgun and began searching the room for any useful equipment or food. He entered the kitchen and found some rusted knives and rotten apples. Nothing worth holding on to except for the knives potentially. He moved through the other rooms in the tower and found simply signs of life from very long ago. Nothing very useful. No map. No nothing.

Except one thing.

There was a newspaper sitting on a table in the living area. It looked not nearly as old or dusty as it should. He flipped through it slowly until his eyes gravitated to a headline that brought back memories... way too many memories.

Dead Rape Victim Found on Pier 19 of Helman's Port

He immediately tore the paper to shreds and spit on it while it lay in tiny fragments on the dusty concrete floor. "Piece of shit!" he yelled in outrage. "I don't care if he's Jesus Christ himself, I'm gonna rip the bastard's throat out who put me on the goddam island!"

He ran to the top of the lighthouse and looked out across the horizon. He could see what appeared to be a large, abandoned city. "What the hell is this place?" he asked himself. After doing one final look through, he headed out for the city to see what resources (or people) he might find.

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John spat on the floor and, still thinking the other man was in the room. With all his might, he dived through the window and fired a great amount of bullets at the wall. Nothing. Just a few massive holes. "Oh, crap..." He sighed when he realised he'd let his victim get away, and seconds later he realised the meaning of his, note- "Shoot, dont let them run." He'd done exactly the opposite, that guy could have died, but he got away.

John stumbled up and exited the building, looking around for any signs of activity. Still nothing. I am such a pillock, John thought, putting on an angry, half-constipated face. He ran off up a hill and stared densly into a pitch black forest. Sighing, he pushed on

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John stopped and lay down, he was lost- no doubt. The only things he could see was back to the city on the left, some light on in a window. And on the right, a much brighter, safer light. He decided to go right, stumbling on, kicking himself for what a wuss he'd been back in that fight. He had to toughen up, or he could die.

As the black forest ended and the horizon emerged on the brink of the sea, John came face to face with a huge lighthouse, backed by the docks. John widened his eyes and ran off into the docks in the search for a boat which could get him off this damned island. Nothing, like everything else in this game. Its a crap game, anyway.

John backtracked to the lighthouse, grasping his Colt, he stepped in. There was an old newspaper on the table, showing signs of somone being here before. "Whats the bloody point." John shouted, to the skies. "Just give it up." He shouted, and collapsed onto the floor outside.

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