[The Murder Game Series] Murder: The Ties that Bind

[Croissant]

ROUND THREE:

“Operation Bulldozer”
​

Can you hear that?


The soft hum of a series of helicopters drew into the distance, a heavenly chorus to the lost, but oh lord, a meal on wheels—wings, for THEM. A sleek, high-tech looking vehicle, it resembled a Comanche helicopter with no rotors, two large horizontal turbo-fans spinning silently, kept aloft by sound-dampening engines mounted to the fuselage. Five of them cruised downward, landing softly on the nightmarish landscape known as The Hoover Dam.


“Get in! Move! Move! Move! They're here!”


This... wasn't the BSAA, and they barely resembled the U.S. Army, an 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' logo was emblazoned on the Pilot's chest. Just as... BOOOOOOOM~ a rocket launcher trailed from the blackness, detonating one of the helicopter-esque vehicles in a brilliant flash, blowing the aircraft apart in a spray of shrapnel and flame. Hatty Hattington was thrown back from the explosion, but managed to make it into a nearby vehicle.

The Crossed have arrived.

​

You all separate, rushing into your designated fliers, but one doesn't. Solaire, spoke in a BRAVE and COURAGEOUS manner! “AH, GENTLEMEN, LET'S ENGAGE IN JOLLY CO--” Boom. His upper body suddenly blew up in into chunks. His helmet flies apart, sending shrapnel into the surrounding cemented floor. His arms are barely able to stay on as there is nothing to keep them together. His left arm begins to slide down, as if it were a strip of string cheese, yet the tearing of flesh was more horrific than this dairy product. Solaire’s chest was blown open, allowing his innards to spill out into a puddle before him. The singed intestines hissed while they lay in the bubbling pool of crimson red blood. He fell to his knees, reaching out towards Annie, as if her expertise at flames could have somehow saved him from his demise. The rest of his flesh curled out and burnt up, as if he were a miniature firework, which had only blown apart half way down. He toppled over, sending even more bodily fluids onto the face of Annie.


Who could've done that?! C4 charges? An RPG? Who would want to KILL him?!


Fuck it, the pilots weren't staying another moment longer...


The SHIELD vehicles soared into the sky in what appeared to be a second- billowing clouds following suit, bullets tinged harmlessly off it's metal hide- far, far into the inky darkness above. It was 4:45AM. Dawn was soon to creep up on the survivors, but someone, a -few- someones, were behind the murders: For corporation gain, wealth, power- shit you can only DREAM about... but who? Better yet, could you stop them before everyone perished? Oh, and majority vote went to The Golden Witch who indeed was a traitor you apprehend her as she awaits her final judgment...

ONE HOUR LATER...

​

You awoke: Only to be met by this...

5:45AM, the morning sun crept upon the horizon, giving the sky a dark blue hint. Normally, you'd be waking up, nice and soft, snuggling up in your bed. Not today. The helicopters landed, turning off with a soft whirr~ as you step out.


A man approaches you:

“I'm Nick Fury, Commander of the U.S.S. Romero and agent of SHIELD. You're one of our first set of survivors to successfully escape the Crossed and into our domain. Welcome. In such, we have an assignment we'd like you to complete...” A pause, “Unfortunately, we're short on manpower for obvious reasons. Meet up with me at 0900 hours sharp. Agent Phil Coulson will direct you around in the meantime.”

“Morning. I'm in a rush, but I'll tell you the basics of what's around here... it should be quite a break, really!”


- “We have our Requisitions & Armory: I'm certain plenty of you are low on ammo. So restock or pick out ONE new weapon. I warn you though, we're low on supplies. So please be courteous when selecting your firearm. Oh, and duh! I forgot to tell you, but we've found some strange, -strange- potions and liquids on our travels. Maybe you can pick one up? Maybe two? We're interested in seeing what it does!”


- “There's our Medical Bay: Need something taken care of? Just head right down there!”


- “The Holding Bay: We keep our prisoners kept in check and your friend, Lambadelta, I believe her name is, is held there. Feel free to take matters into your own hands with her. Please, we've also got a few prisoners -too- anxious to escape captivity. Ignore them.”


- “Cabin 42: Ehhh, careful about that one. There's rumors a few of our crew-mates vanished six months ago while trying to pick a few objects up. Most say it's haunted, I believe that, my friends, it's bullshit; probably some ghoulish tale to frighten the new recruits. I mean, I have no qualms if you want to visit, but be careful, there could be some truth to the rumors.”


Phil gives you a map... and he walks off.


Welcome to the U.S.S. Romero.


You can now start posting in-game! The Traitors will be set up shortly. First kill & Choose-Your-Own-Adventure choices will be posted @ 2:00pm MST OR 12:00pm MST depending on activity levels. This is an "RPG Town" type map, so explore, stock up, have fun! Big surprise @ mid-round update!

Well As only Solaire would say


"Still looked fucking cool while dying"

 

[Reaper Jack]

Emiya woke on a hospital bed; this must have been the medical bay the man with the eyepatch mentioned; he supposed he'd been brought here to have his shoulder treated properly; he looked around, all of his weapons were still with him; but didn't that man say they could choose another? Emiya would love to get his hands on a G3A3 rifle if he could...he dressed himself and gathered his gear, walking out of the medbay and making his way to the armoury, though he'd have to find it first.

 

[SuperChocoMilk]

(RIP IN PEACE SOLAIRE)


Luke and Clementine suddenly jolted upright, taking notice of the man handing them a map and telling them about the places they should go. The two stood up, looking around the strange flying ship. They had seen that one knight, the funny and energetic one, get blown to smithereens and die. Poor guy. After a bit of thinking about how they got here and why they were, they finally decided to head for the Requisitions and Armory. They had both lost their ace and machete in the Crossed chaos, and it was time for some new ones.


They stepped inside, Clementine grabbing a small knife from the wall, and Luke taking his pick of a new machete, shining and gleaming on the walls. It had sharps edges like teeth made into the side of the blade, and the handle was thick, black and rubber. "Nice." He said, slightly missing the sentimental value of his old machete, but this would do.

 

[JayJay]

Ellie was still with Katniss.


She had not dared leave her side since she saw the man dressed as a knight randomly blowing up.


Images of that moment still flashed before her eyes.


The gore, flesh flying around, blood everywhere...


She knew that if it could happen just like that, everyone was in danger.


She listened to Nick and Phil's explanation, her thoughts staying with the Armory as soon as Phil mentioned it.


If they have a bow, my day is made.


She didn't know how good Katniss was with a bow, but she definitely wanted to impress her.


She looked up at Katniss, smiling.


@Atarf

 

[Lunar-Eclipse]

ROUND THREE:

“Operation Bulldozer”
​

Can you hear that?


The soft hum of a series of helicopters drew into the distance, a heavenly chorus to the lost, but oh lord, a meal on wheels—wings, for THEM. A sleek, high-tech looking vehicle, it resembled a Comanche helicopter with no rotors, two large horizontal turbo-fans spinning silently, kept aloft by sound-dampening engines mounted to the fuselage. Five of them cruised downward, landing softly on the nightmarish landscape known as The Hoover Dam.


“Get in! Move! Move! Move! They're here!”


This... wasn't the BSAA, and they barely resembled the U.S. Army, an 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' logo was emblazoned on the Pilot's chest. Just as... BOOOOOOOM~ a rocket launcher trailed from the blackness, detonating one of the helicopter-esque vehicles in a brilliant flash, blowing the aircraft apart in a spray of shrapnel and flame. Hatty Hattington was thrown back from the explosion, but managed to make it into a nearby vehicle.

The Crossed have arrived.

​

You all separate, rushing into your designated fliers, but one doesn't. Solaire, spoke in a BRAVE and COURAGEOUS manner! “AH, GENTLEMEN, LET'S ENGAGE IN JOLLY CO--” Boom. His upper body suddenly blew up in into chunks. His helmet flies apart, sending shrapnel into the surrounding cemented floor. His arms are barely able to stay on as there is nothing to keep them together. His left arm begins to slide down, as if it were a strip of string cheese, yet the tearing of flesh was more horrific than this dairy product. Solaire’s chest was blown open, allowing his innards to spill out into a puddle before him. The singed intestines hissed while they lay in the bubbling pool of crimson red blood. He fell to his knees, reaching out towards Annie, as if her expertise at flames could have somehow saved him from his demise. The rest of his flesh curled out and burnt up, as if he were a miniature firework, which had only blown apart half way down. He toppled over, sending even more bodily fluids onto the face of Annie.


Who could've done that?! C4 charges? An RPG? Who would want to KILL him?!


Fuck it, the pilots weren't staying another moment longer...


The SHIELD vehicles soared into the sky in what appeared to be a second- billowing clouds following suit, bullets tinged harmlessly off it's metal hide- far, far into the inky darkness above. It was 4:45AM. Dawn was soon to creep up on the survivors, but someone, a -few- someones, were behind the murders: For corporation gain, wealth, power- shit you can only DREAM about... but who? Better yet, could you stop them before everyone perished? Oh, and majority vote went to The Golden Witch who indeed was a traitor you apprehend her as she awaits her final judgment...

ONE HOUR LATER...

​

You awoke: Only to be met by this...

5:45AM, the morning sun crept upon the horizon, giving the sky a dark blue hint. Normally, you'd be waking up, nice and soft, snuggling up in your bed. Not today. The helicopters landed, turning off with a soft whirr~ as you step out.


A man approaches you:

“I'm Nick Fury, Commander of the U.S.S. Romero and agent of SHIELD. You're one of our first set of survivors to successfully escape the Crossed and into our domain. Welcome. In such, we have an assignment we'd like you to complete...” A pause, “Unfortunately, we're short on manpower for obvious reasons. Meet up with me at 0900 hours sharp. Agent Phil Coulson will direct you around in the meantime.”

“Morning. I'm in a rush, but I'll tell you the basics of what's around here... it should be quite a break, really!”


- “We have our Requisitions & Armory: I'm certain plenty of you are low on ammo. So restock or pick out ONE new weapon. I warn you though, we're low on supplies. So please be courteous when selecting your firearm. Oh, and duh! I forgot to tell you, but we've found some strange, -strange- potions and liquids on our travels. Maybe you can pick one up? Maybe two? We're interested in seeing what it does!”


- “There's our Medical Bay: Need something taken care of? Just head right down there!”


- “The Holding Bay: We keep our prisoners kept in check and your friend, Lambadelta, I believe her name is, is held there. Feel free to take matters into your own hands with her. Please, we've also got a few prisoners -too- anxious to escape captivity. Ignore them.”


- “Cabin 42: Ehhh, careful about that one. There's rumors a few of our crew-mates vanished six months ago while trying to pick a few objects up. Most say it's haunted, I believe that, my friends, it's bullshit; probably some ghoulish tale to frighten the new recruits. I mean, I have no qualms if you want to visit, but be careful, there could be some truth to the rumors.”


Phil gives you a map... and he walks off.


Welcome to the U.S.S. Romero.


You can now start posting in-game! The Traitors will be set up shortly. First kill & Choose-Your-Own-Adventure choices will be posted @ 2:00pm MST OR 12:00pm MST depending on activity levels. This is an "RPG Town" type map, so explore, stock up, have fun! Big surprise @ mid-round update!

Mikasa headed out to search for a place for her to resupply her weapons. She needed more gas for her 3D maneuver gear's tanks. She also figured now would be a good time to resharpen her blades. She looked around to find the requisitions and armory room. Seeing one of her allies, the knight get murdered like that was...something she wished to forget.

 

[Dallas]

[QUOTE="Flaming Centurion]Dandy wakes up and scratches his crotch then reaches over to his left to hug the SCP. But it's not there. Dandy's eyes shoot open.
"WHO WHAT WHERE WHO TOUCHED MACHINE?!"


Dandy was mad.

[/QUOTE]
*I opened my eyes, the lights were blinding at first, but my eyes adjusted. I sat up, and scratched the back of my head. "The hell happened?" I said, looking around and noticing most of use were in the same medical bay. I noticed Dandy's wounds had been patched up professionally, that's a relief. I slowly got up, and walked over to him. I patted him on the back, and said, "It's alright man, I'm sure we can find another one..." I had little doubt that we could find another one.*

 

[Elondora]

@Akibahara[/URL]

Wynne nodded to him. She was clutching her staff with white knuckles, her normally cheery face was strained in anxiety, and her brow shown with drops of sweat.


"We're in a flying vehicle," she managed before gagging again. The floor felt like it was moving below her. She sat down again. "It's some kind of demon magic. I'd proceed with caution."

 

[Centurion_]

Dandy looks up at Dallas and sobs.

 

[Jeremiah]

ROUND THREE:

“Operation Bulldozer”
​

Can you hear that?


The soft hum of a series of helicopters drew into the distance, a heavenly chorus to the lost, but oh lord, a meal on wheels—wings, for THEM. A sleek, high-tech looking vehicle, it resembled a Comanche helicopter with no rotors, two large horizontal turbo-fans spinning silently, kept aloft by sound-dampening engines mounted to the fuselage. Five of them cruised downward, landing softly on the nightmarish landscape known as The Hoover Dam.


“Get in! Move! Move! Move! They're here!”


This... wasn't the BSAA, and they barely resembled the U.S. Army, an 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' logo was emblazoned on the Pilot's chest. Just as... BOOOOOOOM~ a rocket launcher trailed from the blackness, detonating one of the helicopter-esque vehicles in a brilliant flash, blowing the aircraft apart in a spray of shrapnel and flame. Hatty Hattington was thrown back from the explosion, but managed to make it into a nearby vehicle.

The Crossed have arrived.

​

You all separate, rushing into your designated fliers, but one doesn't. Solaire, spoke in a BRAVE and COURAGEOUS manner! “AH, GENTLEMEN, LET'S ENGAGE IN JOLLY CO--” Boom. His upper body suddenly blew up in into chunks. His helmet flies apart, sending shrapnel into the surrounding cemented floor. His arms are barely able to stay on as there is nothing to keep them together. His left arm begins to slide down, as if it were a strip of string cheese, yet the tearing of flesh was more horrific than this dairy product. Solaire’s chest was blown open, allowing his innards to spill out into a puddle before him. The singed intestines hissed while they lay in the bubbling pool of crimson red blood. He fell to his knees, reaching out towards Annie, as if her expertise at flames could have somehow saved him from his demise. The rest of his flesh curled out and burnt up, as if he were a miniature firework, which had only blown apart half way down. He toppled over, sending even more bodily fluids onto the face of Annie.


Who could've done that?! C4 charges? An RPG? Who would want to KILL him?!


Fuck it, the pilots weren't staying another moment longer...


The SHIELD vehicles soared into the sky in what appeared to be a second- billowing clouds following suit, bullets tinged harmlessly off it's metal hide- far, far into the inky darkness above. It was 4:45AM. Dawn was soon to creep up on the survivors, but someone, a -few- someones, were behind the murders: For corporation gain, wealth, power- shit you can only DREAM about... but who? Better yet, could you stop them before everyone perished? Oh, and majority vote went to The Golden Witch who indeed was a traitor you apprehend her as she awaits her final judgment...

ONE HOUR LATER...

​

You awoke: Only to be met by this...

5:45AM, the morning sun crept upon the horizon, giving the sky a dark blue hint. Normally, you'd be waking up, nice and soft, snuggling up in your bed. Not today. The helicopters landed, turning off with a soft whirr~ as you step out.


A man approaches you:

“I'm Nick Fury, Commander of the U.S.S. Romero and agent of SHIELD. You're one of our first set of survivors to successfully escape the Crossed and into our domain. Welcome. In such, we have an assignment we'd like you to complete...” A pause, “Unfortunately, we're short on manpower for obvious reasons. Meet up with me at 0900 hours sharp. Agent Phil Coulson will direct you around in the meantime.”

“Morning. I'm in a rush, but I'll tell you the basics of what's around here... it should be quite a break, really!”


- “We have our Requisitions & Armory: I'm certain plenty of you are low on ammo. So restock or pick out ONE new weapon. I warn you though, we're low on supplies. So please be courteous when selecting your firearm. Oh, and duh! I forgot to tell you, but we've found some strange, -strange- potions and liquids on our travels. Maybe you can pick one up? Maybe two? We're interested in seeing what it does!”


- “There's our Medical Bay: Need something taken care of? Just head right down there!”


- “The Holding Bay: We keep our prisoners kept in check and your friend, Lambadelta, I believe her name is, is held there. Feel free to take matters into your own hands with her. Please, we've also got a few prisoners -too- anxious to escape captivity. Ignore them.”


- “Cabin 42: Ehhh, careful about that one. There's rumors a few of our crew-mates vanished six months ago while trying to pick a few objects up. Most say it's haunted, I believe that, my friends, it's bullshit; probably some ghoulish tale to frighten the new recruits. I mean, I have no qualms if you want to visit, but be careful, there could be some truth to the rumors.”


Phil gives you a map... and he walks off.


Welcome to the U.S.S. Romero.


You can now start posting in-game! The Traitors will be set up shortly. First kill & Choose-Your-Own-Adventure choices will be posted @ 2:00pm MST OR 12:00pm MST depending on activity levels. This is an "RPG Town" type map, so explore, stock up, have fun! Big surprise @ mid-round update!

Amumu quickly woke up to the whirring of helicopters, a sound he was unfamiliar with, though it wasn't accompanied by ramblings or insane screams, so he knew this wasn't a Crossed attack. He swiftly picked up Ariel and slung her over his back, trudging quickly along, just to see Solaire blow into pieces...all over Annie. "A-Annie!" He quickly came to her side, as something in Solaire's body popped and splashed blood across Annie's face. Her lips were quivering. Amumu looked at her curiously. "Are...are you...crying?"


Annie quickly pushed Amumu away, now trying to hide her face. "N-No! I'm not crying! You know I don't cry!" Though, her voice wavered as if she was.


"Look, Annie, this isn't the time, you can cry while we're being taken to shelter."


The mummy soon ran off to one of the copters as Annie quickly snapped back. "I told you, I-I'm not-!..." She sighed, seeing Amumu running off, quickly following behind him. He was right after all. Annie crowded into the same copter as Amumu, who quickly brought aboard the still sleeping Ariel. One of the attendants looked at the trio confused, but easily shrugged it off. This wasn't the craziest shit he'd seen all day. Annie sat down in a huff, folding her arms, as Amumu sat down next to her and simply put his arm around her. They would stay silent like this until...


AFTERWARDS, ABOARD THE U.S.S. ROMERO


The two were still wide awake, having just woken up not too many hours ago. Amumu pulled the reluctant Annie and the passed out Ariel onto the Romero, and nodded in response to whatever the two men had to say about their...flying ship. The two weren't very concerned about sight-seeing at the moment, though...considering Annie still had Solaire's blood stains across her body and clothes. Why didn't she just burn it off already? She's the only one who knows why...

 

[Deeox2]

ROUND THREE:

“Operation Bulldozer”
​

Can you hear that?


The soft hum of a series of helicopters drew into the distance, a heavenly chorus to the lost, but oh lord, a meal on wheels—wings, for THEM. A sleek, high-tech looking vehicle, it resembled a Comanche helicopter with no rotors, two large horizontal turbo-fans spinning silently, kept aloft by sound-dampening engines mounted to the fuselage. Five of them cruised downward, landing softly on the nightmarish landscape known as The Hoover Dam.


“Get in! Move! Move! Move! They're here!”


This... wasn't the BSAA, and they barely resembled the U.S. Army, an 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' logo was emblazoned on the Pilot's chest. Just as... BOOOOOOOM~ a rocket launcher trailed from the blackness, detonating one of the helicopter-esque vehicles in a brilliant flash, blowing the aircraft apart in a spray of shrapnel and flame. Hatty Hattington was thrown back from the explosion, but managed to make it into a nearby vehicle.

The Crossed have arrived.

​

You all separate, rushing into your designated fliers, but one doesn't. Solaire, spoke in a BRAVE and COURAGEOUS manner! “AH, GENTLEMEN, LET'S ENGAGE IN JOLLY CO--” Boom. His upper body suddenly blew up in into chunks. His helmet flies apart, sending shrapnel into the surrounding cemented floor. His arms are barely able to stay on as there is nothing to keep them together. His left arm begins to slide down, as if it were a strip of string cheese, yet the tearing of flesh was more horrific than this dairy product. Solaire’s chest was blown open, allowing his innards to spill out into a puddle before him. The singed intestines hissed while they lay in the bubbling pool of crimson red blood. He fell to his knees, reaching out towards Annie, as if her expertise at flames could have somehow saved him from his demise. The rest of his flesh curled out and burnt up, as if he were a miniature firework, which had only blown apart half way down. He toppled over, sending even more bodily fluids onto the face of Annie.


Who could've done that?! C4 charges? An RPG? Who would want to KILL him?!


Fuck it, the pilots weren't staying another moment longer...


The SHIELD vehicles soared into the sky in what appeared to be a second- billowing clouds following suit, bullets tinged harmlessly off it's metal hide- far, far into the inky darkness above. It was 4:45AM. Dawn was soon to creep up on the survivors, but someone, a -few- someones, were behind the murders: For corporation gain, wealth, power- shit you can only DREAM about... but who? Better yet, could you stop them before everyone perished? Oh, and majority vote went to The Golden Witch who indeed was a traitor you apprehend her as she awaits her final judgment...

ONE HOUR LATER...

​

You awoke: Only to be met by this...

5:45AM, the morning sun crept upon the horizon, giving the sky a dark blue hint. Normally, you'd be waking up, nice and soft, snuggling up in your bed. Not today. The helicopters landed, turning off with a soft whirr~ as you step out.


A man approaches you:

“I'm Nick Fury, Commander of the U.S.S. Romero and agent of SHIELD. You're one of our first set of survivors to successfully escape the Crossed and into our domain. Welcome. In such, we have an assignment we'd like you to complete...” A pause, “Unfortunately, we're short on manpower for obvious reasons. Meet up with me at 0900 hours sharp. Agent Phil Coulson will direct you around in the meantime.”

“Morning. I'm in a rush, but I'll tell you the basics of what's around here... it should be quite a break, really!”


- “We have our Requisitions & Armory: I'm certain plenty of you are low on ammo. So restock or pick out ONE new weapon. I warn you though, we're low on supplies. So please be courteous when selecting your firearm. Oh, and duh! I forgot to tell you, but we've found some strange, -strange- potions and liquids on our travels. Maybe you can pick one up? Maybe two? We're interested in seeing what it does!”


- “There's our Medical Bay: Need something taken care of? Just head right down there!”


- “The Holding Bay: We keep our prisoners kept in check and your friend, Lambadelta, I believe her name is, is held there. Feel free to take matters into your own hands with her. Please, we've also got a few prisoners -too- anxious to escape captivity. Ignore them.”


- “Cabin 42: Ehhh, careful about that one. There's rumors a few of our crew-mates vanished six months ago while trying to pick a few objects up. Most say it's haunted, I believe that, my friends, it's bullshit; probably some ghoulish tale to frighten the new recruits. I mean, I have no qualms if you want to visit, but be careful, there could be some truth to the rumors.”


Phil gives you a map... and he walks off.


Welcome to the U.S.S. Romero.


You can now start posting in-game! The Traitors will be set up shortly. First kill & Choose-Your-Own-Adventure choices will be posted @ 2:00pm MST OR 12:00pm MST depending on activity levels. This is an "RPG Town" type map, so explore, stock up, have fun! Big surprise @ mid-round update!

@Akibahara


(Just so you know what the heck I'm doing)


Delta's first objective was simple, acquire some Eve hypos from the armoury and immediately stuff them into his tank. Secondly, he walked about the ship briskly, searching quickly for a quantity of fuel to fill his drill. After that it was straight down to the Holding Bay. The Traitor was going to be dealt with immediately. He slammed his fists together, a burst of fire and electricity surging from them.


He stepped past the threshold, tapping lightly on the glass.


@The Golden Witch


"Perhaps you would like to say something, perhaps why you found it necessary to murder the Knight Solaire?"

 

[Verite]

ROUND THREE:

“Operation Bulldozer”
​

Can you hear that?


The soft hum of a series of helicopters drew into the distance, a heavenly chorus to the lost, but oh lord, a meal on wheels—wings, for THEM. A sleek, high-tech looking vehicle, it resembled a Comanche helicopter with no rotors, two large horizontal turbo-fans spinning silently, kept aloft by sound-dampening engines mounted to the fuselage. Five of them cruised downward, landing softly on the nightmarish landscape known as The Hoover Dam.


“Get in! Move! Move! Move! They're here!”


This... wasn't the BSAA, and they barely resembled the U.S. Army, an 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' logo was emblazoned on the Pilot's chest. Just as... BOOOOOOOM~ a rocket launcher trailed from the blackness, detonating one of the helicopter-esque vehicles in a brilliant flash, blowing the aircraft apart in a spray of shrapnel and flame. Hatty Hattington was thrown back from the explosion, but managed to make it into a nearby vehicle.

The Crossed have arrived.

​

You all separate, rushing into your designated fliers, but one doesn't. Solaire, spoke in a BRAVE and COURAGEOUS manner! “AH, GENTLEMEN, LET'S ENGAGE IN JOLLY CO--” Boom. His upper body suddenly blew up in into chunks. His helmet flies apart, sending shrapnel into the surrounding cemented floor. His arms are barely able to stay on as there is nothing to keep them together. His left arm begins to slide down, as if it were a strip of string cheese, yet the tearing of flesh was more horrific than this dairy product. Solaire’s chest was blown open, allowing his innards to spill out into a puddle before him. The singed intestines hissed while they lay in the bubbling pool of crimson red blood. He fell to his knees, reaching out towards Annie, as if her expertise at flames could have somehow saved him from his demise. The rest of his flesh curled out and burnt up, as if he were a miniature firework, which had only blown apart half way down. He toppled over, sending even more bodily fluids onto the face of Annie.


Who could've done that?! C4 charges? An RPG? Who would want to KILL him?!


Fuck it, the pilots weren't staying another moment longer...


The SHIELD vehicles soared into the sky in what appeared to be a second- billowing clouds following suit, bullets tinged harmlessly off it's metal hide- far, far into the inky darkness above. It was 4:45AM. Dawn was soon to creep up on the survivors, but someone, a -few- someones, were behind the murders: For corporation gain, wealth, power- shit you can only DREAM about... but who? Better yet, could you stop them before everyone perished? Oh, and majority vote went to The Golden Witch who indeed was a traitor you apprehend her as she awaits her final judgment...

ONE HOUR LATER...

​

You awoke: Only to be met by this...

5:45AM, the morning sun crept upon the horizon, giving the sky a dark blue hint. Normally, you'd be waking up, nice and soft, snuggling up in your bed. Not today. The helicopters landed, turning off with a soft whirr~ as you step out.


A man approaches you:

“I'm Nick Fury, Commander of the U.S.S. Romero and agent of SHIELD. You're one of our first set of survivors to successfully escape the Crossed and into our domain. Welcome. In such, we have an assignment we'd like you to complete...” A pause, “Unfortunately, we're short on manpower for obvious reasons. Meet up with me at 0900 hours sharp. Agent Phil Coulson will direct you around in the meantime.”

“Morning. I'm in a rush, but I'll tell you the basics of what's around here... it should be quite a break, really!”


- “We have our Requisitions & Armory: I'm certain plenty of you are low on ammo. So restock or pick out ONE new weapon. I warn you though, we're low on supplies. So please be courteous when selecting your firearm. Oh, and duh! I forgot to tell you, but we've found some strange, -strange- potions and liquids on our travels. Maybe you can pick one up? Maybe two? We're interested in seeing what it does!”


- “There's our Medical Bay: Need something taken care of? Just head right down there!”


- “The Holding Bay: We keep our prisoners kept in check and your friend, Lambadelta, I believe her name is, is held there. Feel free to take matters into your own hands with her. Please, we've also got a few prisoners -too- anxious to escape captivity. Ignore them.”


- “Cabin 42: Ehhh, careful about that one. There's rumors a few of our crew-mates vanished six months ago while trying to pick a few objects up. Most say it's haunted, I believe that, my friends, it's bullshit; probably some ghoulish tale to frighten the new recruits. I mean, I have no qualms if you want to visit, but be careful, there could be some truth to the rumors.”


Phil gives you a map... and he walks off.


Welcome to the U.S.S. Romero.

Shiki decided to make his way towards the Requisitions & Armory just to take a look. Opting for a new knife, he went ahead and took one that got his attention. Not too heavy, but it got the job done. Truth be told, he had never dual-wielded knives before, as the so-called art of dual-wielding seemed to be something that only the "cool" and "badass" characters did in those action movies and whatnot, but with another knife, and his trusty Mystic Eyes, he could potentially take out twice the amount of enemies, and would perhaps have to resort to Flash Stealth less often, which was a plus. Though of course, since the Crossed seemed to retain enough intelligence to fire guns and taunt others, he'd be at a disadvantage lest he acquire a ranged weapon of his own. Considering his fairly unimpressive constitution and limited physical capabilities, that is, when the other guy wasn't around, he wouldn't be able to handle something heavy like a machine gun or something of the sort, so instead, Shiki chose a fairly small pistol and some ammunition. He couldn't be bothered with fancy equipment like armor-piercing rounds or whatever the military geeks drooled over. Just basic rounds were enough, if only to buy him some time so he could approach his enemy and cut them down. But then again, he had never fired a gun before, so he'd either need to find some sort of shooting range or rely on his luck.

 

[Jeremiah]

Amumu decided the best place Ariel could stay right now was the Medical bay, so, Amumu pulled both the girls along on his way there, his mummified feet making there way into the Medical Bay floors in a few minutes. He looked around the Bay...


@Akibahara

 

[Dallas]

[QUOTE="Flaming Centurion]Dandy looks up at Dallas and sobs.

[/QUOTE]
"Come on... It was only a machine. Pull yourself together." *I said, trying to encourage him to stop sobbing over a machine.*

 

[God_Of_Succ]

Hatty Soon Woke up within the Medical Bay, Alongside with a Pounding Headache and A blurry vision, He overhears the Sulking of a Familiar voice But.. He can't exactly Decided Who it is, Hatty Moans and mumbles under his Breath.


"Mmm.. Whom is that..?" He said Quietly whilst still laying upon his Bed

 

[Klutzy Ninja Kitty]

. "I... can stand. As for being infected, I'm not sure."
"Then we must go. This is no safe place for wounded." Molly was ready to move, her vision was still blurry, and she was about to stand but Elsa spoke.


"I have no idea how this virus works, but I suppose that if it transfers through a bite, it is possible." Elsa bit her lip, only before she spoke yet again. "You're right though. I need to get my wounds treated and so do you." Elsa offered her hand to Molly, only to have Molly suprpisely take it. Molly held Elsa's hand tightly in hers, and pulled her self to her feet, Upon arriving on her feet, Molly still held onto Elsa's hand, only this time it was tighter. Leading the two back into the building, Molly returned to the window she recently ran from, and sat Elsa down, and sat beside her.


"Let's just rest....I would like that.." Molly smiled, and placed her head on Elsa's shoulder, falling to sleep only a monument later, but not before she thought her final thought on Chris's death.


'Delta killed Chris...his just to odd to trust........'


@Klutzy Ninja Kitty


(I'm off to bed too! , I can't wait for tomorrow's death scene.)

ROUND THREE:

“Operation Bulldozer”
​

Can you hear that?


The soft hum of a series of helicopters drew into the distance, a heavenly chorus to the lost, but oh lord, a meal on wheels—wings, for THEM. A sleek, high-tech looking vehicle, it resembled a Comanche helicopter with no rotors, two large horizontal turbo-fans spinning silently, kept aloft by sound-dampening engines mounted to the fuselage. Five of them cruised downward, landing softly on the nightmarish landscape known as The Hoover Dam.


“Get in! Move! Move! Move! They're here!”


This... wasn't the BSAA, and they barely resembled the U.S. Army, an 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' logo was emblazoned on the Pilot's chest. Just as... BOOOOOOOM~ a rocket launcher trailed from the blackness, detonating one of the helicopter-esque vehicles in a brilliant flash, blowing the aircraft apart in a spray of shrapnel and flame. Hatty Hattington was thrown back from the explosion, but managed to make it into a nearby vehicle.

The Crossed have arrived.

​

You all separate, rushing into your designated fliers, but one doesn't. Solaire, spoke in a BRAVE and COURAGEOUS manner! “AH, GENTLEMEN, LET'S ENGAGE IN JOLLY CO--” Boom. His upper body suddenly blew up in into chunks. His helmet flies apart, sending shrapnel into the surrounding cemented floor. His arms are barely able to stay on as there is nothing to keep them together. His left arm begins to slide down, as if it were a strip of string cheese, yet the tearing of flesh was more horrific than this dairy product. Solaire’s chest was blown open, allowing his innards to spill out into a puddle before him. The singed intestines hissed while they lay in the bubbling pool of crimson red blood. He fell to his knees, reaching out towards Annie, as if her expertise at flames could have somehow saved him from his demise. The rest of his flesh curled out and burnt up, as if he were a miniature firework, which had only blown apart half way down. He toppled over, sending even more bodily fluids onto the face of Annie.


Who could've done that?! C4 charges? An RPG? Who would want to KILL him?!


Fuck it, the pilots weren't staying another moment longer...


The SHIELD vehicles soared into the sky in what appeared to be a second- billowing clouds following suit, bullets tinged harmlessly off it's metal hide- far, far into the inky darkness above. It was 4:45AM. Dawn was soon to creep up on the survivors, but someone, a -few- someones, were behind the murders: For corporation gain, wealth, power- shit you can only DREAM about... but who? Better yet, could you stop them before everyone perished? Oh, and majority vote went to The Golden Witch who indeed was a traitor you apprehend her as she awaits her final judgment...

ONE HOUR LATER...

​

You awoke: Only to be met by this...

5:45AM, the morning sun crept upon the horizon, giving the sky a dark blue hint. Normally, you'd be waking up, nice and soft, snuggling up in your bed. Not today. The helicopters landed, turning off with a soft whirr~ as you step out.


A man approaches you:

“I'm Nick Fury, Commander of the U.S.S. Romero and agent of SHIELD. You're one of our first set of survivors to successfully escape the Crossed and into our domain. Welcome. In such, we have an assignment we'd like you to complete...” A pause, “Unfortunately, we're short on manpower for obvious reasons. Meet up with me at 0900 hours sharp. Agent Phil Coulson will direct you around in the meantime.”

“Morning. I'm in a rush, but I'll tell you the basics of what's around here... it should be quite a break, really!”


- “We have our Requisitions & Armory: I'm certain plenty of you are low on ammo. So restock or pick out ONE new weapon. I warn you though, we're low on supplies. So please be courteous when selecting your firearm. Oh, and duh! I forgot to tell you, but we've found some strange, -strange- potions and liquids on our travels. Maybe you can pick one up? Maybe two? We're interested in seeing what it does!”


- “There's our Medical Bay: Need something taken care of? Just head right down there!”


- “The Holding Bay: We keep our prisoners kept in check and your friend, Lambadelta, I believe her name is, is held there. Feel free to take matters into your own hands with her. Please, we've also got a few prisoners -too- anxious to escape captivity. Ignore them.”


- “Cabin 42: Ehhh, careful about that one. There's rumors a few of our crew-mates vanished six months ago while trying to pick a few objects up. Most say it's haunted, I believe that, my friends, it's bullshit; probably some ghoulish tale to frighten the new recruits. I mean, I have no qualms if you want to visit, but be careful, there could be some truth to the rumors.”


Phil gives you a map... and he walks off.


Welcome to the U.S.S. Romero.


You can now start posting in-game! The Traitors will be set up shortly. First kill & Choose-Your-Own-Adventure choices will be posted @ 2:00pm MST OR 12:00pm MST depending on activity levels. This is an "RPG Town" type map, so explore, stock up, have fun! Big surprise @ mid-round update!

@RainbowWave


"Then rest we shall. I fear there isn't much we can do anyhow. I don't think there is anyone around who can help us treat our wounds." Holding Molly's hand, Elsa looked out the window, feeling the other woman's head rest on her shoulder. She remained awake a bit longer than Molly, reflecting on all the people who had died that day--Chris in particular. Without him, she wouldn't have made it to the museum, met Molly, and found refuge with the others. There may have been traitors among them, but there were still good people too.


Succumbing to exhaustion from the day and her wounds, Elsa fell asleep a little while later. She awoke early in the morning with a flinch, surprised to hear the sound of helicopters landing outside. She watched as the survivors started to rush for them, knowing that Molly and herself should do the same. She shook her friend's shoulder to wake her up.


"Molly! You need to wake up! It looks like help has come for us. It's one of those... flying machines!" Helicopters didn't exist in her own world, but she was smart enough to have figured out what they were during her short stay in this new world.


Once Molly awoke, the two women fled to the copters. Elsa could see that one of them had blown up, but was in too big of a hurry to question why. She went onto one of the fliers with Molly, glancing over her shoulder just in time to catch a glimpse of Solaire explode on the ground.


Elsa and Molly stood around with the other survivors, discovering that The Golden Witch, who had been voted a traitor, truly was one. She wondered what the group would decided to do with her. Just because they had caught her, however, didn't mean they had stopped all the traitors. After having seen Solaire blown up like that, she had a feeling there was still someone else...


She couldn't really bring herself to think on it anymore. Elsa was still in too much pain from her wounds and badly needed help. As the leader of the ship, Nick Fury explained the layout of the ship and handed out maps to everyone. Taking a map, Elsa glanced to Molly again. "I think we should head to the medical area. If I don't get some kind of treatment, I'm going to pass out soon," she admitted. Or worse, she could die.


[ ooc: Anyone feel free to interact with Elsa if you need someone to interact with. She's headed to the medical bay first! ]

 

[Atarf]

Katniss, holds Ellie's hand listening to the conversation nodding intently.. - Everything seems a bit of a blur since they arrived on the ship, woozy from lack of food and confused from the regimented order of everything, she turns to face Ellie, taking in the sights and sounds of everything before hand.


"Hey, lets break away from these guys - lets see if we can get you something to eat."


Katniss kneels down to face her she would stroke Ellie's cheek, wincing at the though of her not having anything to eat.


As she looks at the map, Ellie's leg catches her eye. She raises an eyebrow pulling the map down quickly, her face contorts into a very serious and worried look, that of a worried mother perhaps.


"We need to fix you up, if I drop you off at the medical bay I could get us something to eat?"


Katniss seances she may not want to be alone in a strange environment, and the thought of loosing her again..


"Or we could just stick together." - Katniss would smile towards Ellie.


She's so brave.. - Something about Ellie reminder her of a younger Katniss..


@JayJay

 

[Akibahara]

(( Posting to everyone! Greedy armory fucks. >.> ))

 

[Lunar-Eclipse]

Mikasa resupplied all of her necessities and left to head to the med bay. She didn't have any reason to be there. But she decided to go to see how the others were.

 

[Verite]

(( Posting to everyone! Greedy armory fucks. >.> ))

OOC: Hey, it's first come first serve, after all.

 

[Jeremiah]

[QUOTE="Hatty Hattington]Hatty Soon Woke up within the Medical Bay, Alongside with a Pounding Headache and A blurry vision, He overhears the Sulking of a Familiar voice But.. He can't exactly Decided Who it is, Hatty Moans and mumbles under his Breath.
"Mmm.. Whom is that..?" He said Quietly whilst still laying upon his Bed

[/QUOTE]
Amumu looked to see one of the survivors laying there on a bed. He looked as though he closely resembled Amumu, but he was much more blocky. Amumu lightly waved. "Hello." Annie just grumbled and pouted.

 

[God_Of_Succ]

(I'm still open For interaction, Friends!)

 

[JayJay]

Ellie was now reminded of just how hungry she was.


Damn, she thought. Haven't eaten in a day...





"Well, I don't think either my leg or my stomach can wait...


Besides, we're totally safe here. There's nothing that can happen."


She gave Katniss a confident smile.


After all, they were surrounded by guards and soldiers, not to mention high up in the air on an aircraft.


"So... Splitting up might not be such a bad idea."


Ellie looked at the map Katniss was holding, memorizing the way to the Medical bay.


Then she bumped Katniss' arm with her fist, smiling.


"Take care now okay? I'll see you soon."


She then turned around and started going to the Medical Bay to get her burned leg treated.


@Atarf


// Not sure why we're bolding & underlining the choices but I guess I'm just dummy.


// Oh also, @Akibahara for some reason.

 

[dalecoOoOoOper]

@Akibahara[/URL], where Leos in the medical bay. Maybe since he saved Hattys hat, maybe they can introduce themselves?

 

[Flowershadow]

ROUND THREE:

“Operation Bulldozer”
​

Can you hear that?


The soft hum of a series of helicopters drew into the distance, a heavenly chorus to the lost, but oh lord, a meal on wheels—wings, for THEM. A sleek, high-tech looking vehicle, it resembled a Comanche helicopter with no rotors, two large horizontal turbo-fans spinning silently, kept aloft by sound-dampening engines mounted to the fuselage. Five of them cruised downward, landing softly on the nightmarish landscape known as The Hoover Dam.


“Get in! Move! Move! Move! They're here!”


This... wasn't the BSAA, and they barely resembled the U.S. Army, an 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' logo was emblazoned on the Pilot's chest. Just as... BOOOOOOOM~ a rocket launcher trailed from the blackness, detonating one of the helicopter-esque vehicles in a brilliant flash, blowing the aircraft apart in a spray of shrapnel and flame. Hatty Hattington was thrown back from the explosion, but managed to make it into a nearby vehicle.

The Crossed have arrived.

​

You all separate, rushing into your designated fliers, but one doesn't. Solaire, spoke in a BRAVE and COURAGEOUS manner! “AH, GENTLEMEN, LET'S ENGAGE IN JOLLY CO--” Boom. His upper body suddenly blew up in into chunks. His helmet flies apart, sending shrapnel into the surrounding cemented floor. His arms are barely able to stay on as there is nothing to keep them together. His left arm begins to slide down, as if it were a strip of string cheese, yet the tearing of flesh was more horrific than this dairy product. Solaire’s chest was blown open, allowing his innards to spill out into a puddle before him. The singed intestines hissed while they lay in the bubbling pool of crimson red blood. He fell to his knees, reaching out towards Annie, as if her expertise at flames could have somehow saved him from his demise. The rest of his flesh curled out and burnt up, as if he were a miniature firework, which had only blown apart half way down. He toppled over, sending even more bodily fluids onto the face of Annie.


Who could've done that?! C4 charges? An RPG? Who would want to KILL him?!


Fuck it, the pilots weren't staying another moment longer...


The SHIELD vehicles soared into the sky in what appeared to be a second- billowing clouds following suit, bullets tinged harmlessly off it's metal hide- far, far into the inky darkness above. It was 4:45AM. Dawn was soon to creep up on the survivors, but someone, a -few- someones, were behind the murders: For corporation gain, wealth, power- shit you can only DREAM about... but who? Better yet, could you stop them before everyone perished? Oh, and majority vote went to The Golden Witch who indeed was a traitor you apprehend her as she awaits her final judgment...

ONE HOUR LATER...

​

You awoke: Only to be met by this...

5:45AM, the morning sun crept upon the horizon, giving the sky a dark blue hint. Normally, you'd be waking up, nice and soft, snuggling up in your bed. Not today. The helicopters landed, turning off with a soft whirr~ as you step out.


A man approaches you:

“I'm Nick Fury, Commander of the U.S.S. Romero and agent of SHIELD. You're one of our first set of survivors to successfully escape the Crossed and into our domain. Welcome. In such, we have an assignment we'd like you to complete...” A pause, “Unfortunately, we're short on manpower for obvious reasons. Meet up with me at 0900 hours sharp. Agent Phil Coulson will direct you around in the meantime.”

“Morning. I'm in a rush, but I'll tell you the basics of what's around here... it should be quite a break, really!”


- “We have our Requisitions & Armory: I'm certain plenty of you are low on ammo. So restock or pick out ONE new weapon. I warn you though, we're low on supplies. So please be courteous when selecting your firearm. Oh, and duh! I forgot to tell you, but we've found some strange, -strange- potions and liquids on our travels. Maybe you can pick one up? Maybe two? We're interested in seeing what it does!”


- “There's our Medical Bay: Need something taken care of? Just head right down there!”


- “The Holding Bay: We keep our prisoners kept in check and your friend, Lambadelta, I believe her name is, is held there. Feel free to take matters into your own hands with her. Please, we've also got a few prisoners -too- anxious to escape captivity. Ignore them.”


- “Cabin 42: Ehhh, careful about that one. There's rumors a few of our crew-mates vanished six months ago while trying to pick a few objects up. Most say it's haunted, I believe that, my friends, it's bullshit; probably some ghoulish tale to frighten the new recruits. I mean, I have no qualms if you want to visit, but be careful, there could be some truth to the rumors.”


Phil gives you a map... and he walks off.


Welcome to the U.S.S. Romero.


You can now start posting in-game! The Traitors will be set up shortly. First kill & Choose-Your-Own-Adventure choices will be posted @ 2:00pm MST OR 12:00pm MST depending on activity levels. This is an "RPG Town" type map, so explore, stock up, have fun! Big surprise @ mid-round update!

After seeing the man who, with an eyepatch, made an appearance like one someone would see in a movie, he gave a small sigh and cast him off as a partial dumbass in his mind due to how he appeared with quiet ease. He observed all that was around him now with where they had ended up, he gazed down at his revolver that he had carried to and kept in bed with him, always slightly enjoying the fact now that he got to carry such a large revolver with him to sleep. He looked around him at what was around him while he gave a slightly bored expression after suddenly being taken away from the large, impending battle that could have taken place last night.


Man...now I'm all antsy for an exciting time...I still feel tired, but that stupid knight dying...hehe...it makes me wish I could have stayed for "vengeance's" sake.





He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, holding his right hand in his pocket and in a rather bored manner look up at the ceiling of the room he had settled down in, looking up at the ceiling.

 

[Jeremiah]

[QUOTE="Hatty Hattington](I'm still open For interaction, Friends!)

[/QUOTE]
(I'm already interacting :0)