Post by Clutch [FM] on Aug 15, 2015 12:09:33 GMT -5
Build a story on a platform meant to shake every time you start building. Embark on a creative, frustrating, spontaneous, and improbable plotline inspired by a previous game that should never be spoken of again.
The goal is to make sense out of the previous player's input by incorporating it into your desired plot then leeway like a madman if you wish! Whatever! Never forget to have fun
This game has no quantifiable basis of winning and is purely subjective. Anyone who feels entertained by a specific person is encouraged to share them a good stack of caps. I'll be generous this time too.
[oops the illusion of freedom starts to fade] Abide by general server and forum rules and no double posting. No exploiting of personal matters as much as possible please but creativity with it is allowed. Just know that you're entering a ruffhouse and that not everyone can tend to your needs.
Offensive content shall be deleted and the person responsible shall be subject to trial. I won't break my own rules this time. I swear.
Also
Third Person Perspective, Omniscient narratives are strongly suggested. TY!
Apparatuses of sorts encircle a dimly lit room except for the only door out. Each blinked in and blinked out with various colors and beats accompanied by humming machinery.
Dr. John Von Tonn had his eyes squinted at the pale pile of flesh that lay on his sanitized gloves. A bony arm with every knuckle in its hand protruded without strain and so did its dark blue veins. This arm was connected to a similarly gaunt human that Dr. John named Adam. His eyes were glassy and every bone in his body were outlined by his skin. John examined his feet full of callouses and wounds as if the man hiked the rockiest mountain barefooted. "Tsk. tsk." He muttered when his eyes caught sight of his throat shredded by fingernails.
A syringe dripping off a clear thick fluid from the needle remained suspended above the arms of Adam. Dr. John thought he saw a trail of humanity seeping from Adam's eyes but he brushed it off as spasms from his regular medication. "I thought I just made a mistake back there." he said to no one in particular although he hoped that Adam heard his every moment of doubt and that he wished he'd just tell him that he's been doing the right thing. So he proceeded to stick the syringe of clear viscous liquid into the pale man's arm.
With a sudden swipe that sent the syringe flying across the operating room, Adam - who was finally free from an inexplicable state of catatonia, quickly stood up without warning and pushed Dr. John out of consciousness.
"Yes you did..." he struggled with his words as he pulled his arms inwards in a bend.
"di-did make... a mis..." his feet began to tremble.
His voice raised in unearthly decibels. "Miss-miiiiissss...taaaaaaakeeuuuuhhHH-Ahhhhhhhh-Aha-ah-aha-ah-aaaAAAAAHHHHHhhh! You got me feeling emotions!!"
It was too late. Adam has turned into Mariah Carey.
Here, everyone is and can choose whether to be or not to be god!!
The goal is to make sense out of the previous player's input by incorporating it into your desired plot then leeway like a madman if you wish! Whatever! Never forget to have fun
This game has no quantifiable basis of winning and is purely subjective. Anyone who feels entertained by a specific person is encouraged to share them a good stack of caps. I'll be generous this time too.
[oops the illusion of freedom starts to fade] Abide by general server and forum rules and no double posting. No exploiting of personal matters as much as possible please but creativity with it is allowed. Just know that you're entering a ruffhouse and that not everyone can tend to your needs.
Offensive content shall be deleted and the person responsible shall be subject to trial. I won't break my own rules this time. I swear.
Also
Third Person Perspective, Omniscient narratives are strongly suggested. TY!
---Hence, I shall start---
Apparatuses of sorts encircle a dimly lit room except for the only door out. Each blinked in and blinked out with various colors and beats accompanied by humming machinery.
Dr. John Von Tonn had his eyes squinted at the pale pile of flesh that lay on his sanitized gloves. A bony arm with every knuckle in its hand protruded without strain and so did its dark blue veins. This arm was connected to a similarly gaunt human that Dr. John named Adam. His eyes were glassy and every bone in his body were outlined by his skin. John examined his feet full of callouses and wounds as if the man hiked the rockiest mountain barefooted. "Tsk. tsk." He muttered when his eyes caught sight of his throat shredded by fingernails.
A syringe dripping off a clear thick fluid from the needle remained suspended above the arms of Adam. Dr. John thought he saw a trail of humanity seeping from Adam's eyes but he brushed it off as spasms from his regular medication. "I thought I just made a mistake back there." he said to no one in particular although he hoped that Adam heard his every moment of doubt and that he wished he'd just tell him that he's been doing the right thing. So he proceeded to stick the syringe of clear viscous liquid into the pale man's arm.
With a sudden swipe that sent the syringe flying across the operating room, Adam - who was finally free from an inexplicable state of catatonia, quickly stood up without warning and pushed Dr. John out of consciousness.
"Yes you did..." he struggled with his words as he pulled his arms inwards in a bend.
"di-did make... a mis..." his feet began to tremble.
His voice raised in unearthly decibels. "Miss-miiiiissss...taaaaaaakeeuuuuhhHH-Ahhhhhhhh-Aha-ah-aha-ah-aaaAAAAAHHHHHhhh! You got me feeling emotions!!"
It was too late. Adam has turned into Mariah Carey.