*This game was originally made by Gatleos on Bay12 Forums*
"HELLO, BLEEPERS. 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, BLEEPERS," 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.
Edited by MajorW, 22 May 2014 - 10:48 PM.