There, all the Role PMs sent. Hopefully I didn't mess it up, as always just pm me if you have any questions yo. Here's your scene, expect some intense flavour in the coming days:
In a random location, at a random time, a brilliant flash of light appears in the middle of a modern meeting room. Inside the room a mix 15 individuals appear, both male and female, some even a different species.
No doubt the group of colourful and dark characters are lost in the confusion of the moment, when they hear a booming, menacing voice come from the intercom placed in the middle of the sleek looking metal table.
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been gathered here today to hold a “terrorist” summit of sorts. Or at least that was the plan. There was a mix up and the 15 of you have arrived ahead of schedule, days earlier than the rest of our esteemed guests, so I ask you to bear with “us” as we prepare means of transportation for those not yet here. However in compensation, we shall provide lodging for however long it takes for us to deliver the rest of the guest to this prestigious meeting. And as a precaution we shall be changing location everyday as to avoid the authorities, for the moment we’re at our underground base… hmm? Excuse me a moment, my secretary has some urgent news.”
The man can be heard leaving his desk. Seconds later frantic chatter can be heard on the other side of the intercom, while most of it incomprehensible, the word “sorry” can be heard many times.
A large sigh can be heard as the deep voiced man returns to his desk.
“My secretary has informed me of a much larger mistake. It appears we’ve let a couple of do-gooders slip through our security and our meeting has been put in jeopardy. We’ll leave figuring out who the weasels are to yourselves since none of “us” are there to assess the situation. Once you’ve all come to a uniform decision, the one in question shall be disposed of using one of the many facilities we have dispose of.”
A cigarette being ignited can be heard over the intercom. After a long drag, the man makes his final words.
“Hopefully your sound decisions will bring this to a quick close. We’ll check back in a few hours to see who gets majority vote, and don’t be afraid to contact us through the intercom if you’ve reached a quick consensus. Glory in Evil my terrible comrades.”
And with that the intercom goes dead, leaving the group staring in suspicion of each other.
There you go, go crazy now.
With 15 alive, it takes 8 to lynch.
Random Stream Viewer wrote:Maybe he won't win... maybe this is real life, nobody wins.