HEY KIDS
FEEL FREE TO USE THIS WHENEVER YOU WANT TO PLAN A GAME IN ADVANCE
No one's used it in ages, but may as well keep it up?

JANUARY 2011:

* GAMES with no particular schedule planned:

♬I would like to remind everyone that this schedule isn't set in stone. Signups can be slow, we're not a international company struggling to finish a set ( Read more... )

[ You are on a pretty fabulous yacht in the middle of a vast sea. Stocked to the brim with expensive food and drink, it's pretty enjoyable ( Read more... )

[ There is a garden maze on the rooftop of a very tall skyscraper. It seems you can't leave either if you try to fly or jump -- only go through the maze. Enjoy the city scenery and the night air for the next few moments of your life! ]

[ You find yourself in a private hotel room, first class everything really. There's a wine bottle on the table, cooling in a bucket of ice. Three champagne glasses on the table and nicetroll standing by the door. ]

Well, look what the cat dragged in. Let's get to it, wolves. I need you to not die.

(ooc: WARNING FOR GORE AND VIOLENCE in Ash's thread.)

The real one.

Poll

*This time, there isn't a garden. It's not peaceful. There is no angel looking after your soul.

You're dead, and you're growing cold and tired - as though the life were being slowly leeched out of you. Which it is, and going to create a new barrier for the shepherd.*

*More or less what it says on the tin. It's a hole, with stone walls and floor, and torches bracketed regularly to light it.

There's something odd about the feeling though... there's a lot of dark magic here.*

*As the butterfly dissolves, you feel a single overwhelming impulse - you absolutely cannot let yourself die, no matter what.

There's also the vaguest sense of someone else in the back of your head. Someone dark, and not entirely sane.

[One shepherd is working in a dark place, plotting, plotting, plotting; there's no setting yet, and no puzzles, no game board. There is a demon clown sitting on something that looks rather like a throne, contemplating an empty table seriously.]

[The room is dark and dreary, with only two chairs and one lone light hanging above it. It's a cell deep in - somewhere underground, probably. It's difficult to tell. You're tied down to the chair, only this isn't normal rope. It's a tight, thin metal wire that cannot be broken and the more you struggle with it, the more it digs in. No matter how ( Read more... )