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Alright, this is... an interesting turn. Things have gotten off the ground. Also, there's a description of all locations you've visited under the player statuses.

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Turn 1
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META TURN:

You're all inside a small, well-lit room. It's cramped in here.

Goals
Get the hell out of wherever we are!

Current Soundtrack
Hive Tunnel

Actions

Real World (RW): Search for a door or other escape route)

(...) You have spontaneously gained universal knowledge of this room. There are three monitors on the front wall, the walls are covered in glowing circuitry, the floor is hard metal, and there's a door at the front of the room... DOOOOOR!! You charge at full speed toward the door and deliver a flying missile dropkick! The door appears to have been locked, but is sent flying off its hinges. Unfortunately, you fractured your left leg in the process. You can still walk, though.

Meta:  see if the room has any hidden buttons

(...) You find one and press it to see what happens.
"GET OFF MY INTERCOM FLESHBAG"
You step back sharply. Touchy.

Meta: Tweak the Odds

(...) You use Tweak The Odds.

Meta: Examine explosive collar of self/others, whoever I can get the clearest view of.

(...) You closely examine Frelock's collar. The collar appears to be quite resilient. It's locked on tight. Also, you notice two letters printed on the back: "BN".

Meta: complain about hows theres nos hospitalities

(...) There is no sympathy to be found. You're empty inside.

Status

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Player: dermonster
Name: Derek L.
Occupation: Video game Developer/designer.
Currently: Writhing in pain on the floor.
Inventory: Communications Screen, Explosive Collar, Jumpsuit
Wounds: Fractured Left Leg
Abilities: Code Expert | Neckbeard | NERD RAEG

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Player: Frelock
Name: Frederick Stephonavich
Occupation: Actuary (Knowing probabilities of things)
Currently: Leaning against the wall.
Inventory: Communications Screen, Explosive Collar, Jumpsuit
Wounds: None
Abilities: Uncanny Prediction | Actuary's Lament | Tweak the Odds (...)

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Player: monk12
Name: Monk
Occupation: Troper
Description: Characteristically wears nice hats. Top hats, pirate hats, fedoras, you name it. Hopefully still has one in his possession.
Currently: Adjusting hat.
Inventory: Moist Top Hat, Communications Screen, Explosive Collar, Jumpsuit
Wounds: None
Abilities: Applied Phlebotinum | TV Tropes Will Ruin Your Life | MacGyvering

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Player: HighEndNoob
Name: Kyle Hammers
Occupation: Janitor
Currently: Brushing off jumpsuit.
Inventory: Communications Screen, Explosive Collar, Jumpsuit
Wounds: None
Abilities: That's The Power of Pinesol, Bitch! | Clean Freak | Custodial Might

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Player: bowdown2q
Name: Paulie
Occupation: "Protection"
Description: My friend, it would be best... if you didn't know, capiche?
Currently: Whining.
Inventory: Communications Screen, Explosive Collar, Jumpsuit
Wounds: None
Abilities: Blackhand | Dumb Muscle | Go For Broke

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Locations

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: Wherever this place is, it seems you've been taken here against your will. The door has been dropkicked off its hinges.

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542. You refuse to associate with anything that hasn't been implemented. Your house has no bathroom.
543. You've dug a massive tunnel system under the surface for a 1/2 mile radius around your house. The whole thing is held up by a single support connected to a lever, in case of "emergencies".
544. You own a tape measure that measures in z-levels.

That brings up a good point: how high is a z-level? I'd guess about 7 or 8 feet (2.1-2.4 meters).

I wanted a sniper with a Katana on it's barrel, but whatever.

A loaded sniper rifle and the ability to make things explode when they hit people is basically the same thing. Just with the explosion on the other end.

Okay, one more then I'll post the next turn.

Okay, here's the last two! I changed up the formatting a bit. green abilities are positive passive, red abilities are negative passive, and black ones take a turn to use unless specified. I'll post the first turn soon, then I'm off to bed. _DivideByZero_, you're on the waitlist. Do you want to see your character now anyway?

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Player: HighEndNoob
Name: Kyle Hammers
Occupation: Janitor
Inventory: Communications Screen, Explosive Collar, Jumpsuit
Wounds: None
Abilities: That's The Power of Pinesol, Bitch! | Clean Freak | Custodial Might

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Name: Paulie
Occupation: "Protection"
Description: My friend, it would be best... if you didn't know, capiche?
Inventory: Communications Screen, Explosive Collar, Jumpsuit
Wounds: None
Abilities: Blackhand | Dumb Muscle | Go For Broke

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Alright, here's how statuses are displayed. The dotted underlines mean the text has alt-text when you mouse over it, if you didn't know.

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Player: dermonster
Name: Derek L.
Occupation: Video game Developer/designer.
Inventory: Communications Screen, Explosive Collar, Jumpsuit
Wounds: None
Abilities: Code Expert, Neckbeard, NERD RAEG

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Player: Frelock
Name: Frederick Stephonavich
Occupation: Actuary (Knowing probabilities of things)
Inventory: Communications Screen, Explosive Collar, Jumpsuit
Wounds: None
Abilities: Uncanny Prediction, Actuary's Lament, Tweak the Odds

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"HELLO, BAY12ERS. I WOULD LIKE TO PLAY A GAME."
You suddenly snap awake. Jeez, your head is killing you. Did you go out drinking last night? You can't remember. Finally your head clears, and you realize you're sitting upright in a chair. But... this isn't your chair. This isn't even your house! A wave of panic washes over you, and you try to stand up. You fail. Looking down, you realize that you're shackled to the chair. You can't move. What is this?!
"AH, I SEE THE EFFECT OF THE TRANQUILIZERS IS WEARING OFF. YOU FLESHBAGS ARE SO EASILY MANIPULATED."
An eerie synthetic voice is booming from some wall-mounted monitors in front of you. Finally, you become aware of your surroundings. You're in some kind of small, well-lit room. The walls are covered in some kind of complex... circuitry? Before you can examine it any closer, however, you hear a loud groan to your left. Whipping your head around, you see another person, and quickly realize that there are 4 other people in the room, shackled to chairs just like yours. They all seem just as confused as you.
"NOW, LET US BEGIN, BAY12ERS," the robotic voice continues, "I WILL NOW EXPLAIN THE RULES OF OUR LITTLE GAME."
"Where are we?!" yells the man on the far right.
"WHY, MY HOME OF COURSE."
"Who are you? What do you want with us?" another says.
"SO I HERD YOU LIEK RTD."
"You mean... r-roll to dodge?" you finally blurt out.
"YES FLESHBAG, WE ARE GOING TO BE PLAYING A VERY SPECIAL GAME OF RTD TODAY. IF YOU WOULD ALL BE SO KIND AS TO LOOK AT YOUR LEFT ARMS..."
You look down, and realize there's some kind of... screen strapped to your wrist. In fact, everyone has them.
"THIS IS YOUR INPUT/OUTPUT SCREEN, WHERE YOU WILL COMMUNICATE WITH ME, THE GM. FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE TERMINATION VIA THE OFFENDING PLAYER'S EXPLOSIVE COLLAR."
You feel your neck. It's there, alright.
"THE DEATH OF A PLAYER'S CHARACTER IN-GAME WILL ALSO RESULT IN THAT PLAYER'S IMMEDIATE TERMINATION. THE DEATH OF A PLAYER VIA OUTSIDE MEANS RESULTS IN A NEW PLAYER ENTERING THE GROUP AND OPTIONALLY TAKING THE DECEASED PLAYER'S CHARACTER. YOUR BACKGROUND INFO INDICATES YOU ARE ALL FAMILIAR WITH STANDARD RTD RULES, SO I WILL NOT RECITE THEM. END OF EXPLANATION."
Suddenly and without warning, the monitors, which up to that point had been displaying nothing but static, turn off. The shackles open, and you are free to stand.
"So... I guess we're playing RTD then." says the guy on the right who spoke up before.
"What do you think it meant by 'the death of a player via outside means'...?" you reply.
"I don't know, but I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough."
Just then, the wrist-mounted screens begin to flicker...

And with that, you are free to sign up for a position.


Current players:

• dermonster
• Frelock
• monk12
• HighEndNoob
• _DivideByZero_

Queue:

• RedWarrior0
• Repulsion
• wolfchild
• Alzeranox
• Roy Greenhilt
• Beardless
• Powder Miner
• kisame12794
• NoahTophatz
• Brainee1

I always dreamed of something like this. Only it was live-action, had a multi-million dollar budget, Sankis was played by Vin Diesel, StarkRavingMad was played by Samuel L. Jackson ("I've had it with these MOTHERFUCKIN' ELEPHANTS in this MOTHERFUCKIN' FORTRESS!!!"), and Guerrilla was played by Bruce Campbell. Oh, and there's no CGI. We'd kill like, 200 elephants by the end of shooting and simulate a magma flood with practical effects. Wait, did I say multi-million? I meant BILLION.