And So Begins the Game

[lastmodstanding]

Who: EVERYONE
When: Day 1, morning
Where: Wouldn't you like to know?
Summary: It's the start of the game, all Participants get to find out wtf is happening. Sort of.

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[x_prusija_x]

The chill in the air made the hair on his body prickle and his skin bump. Why was it so cold? The East German curled to himself a little more. Slowly he awoke to an almost familiar grey wall. Sighing softly to himself he got up for another day of paroling the Berlin wall, or was it time to go to the shop? What day was it? Slowly sitting up, he ran a hand back through clean but messy hair of a hue like the pale morning light on a white wall of a country cottage. He muttered a few curses in German about filthy fucking slave driving Russians. But wait- no that wasn't right. It had been at least 10 years since then hadn't it? He was back with his brother, he was supposed to be in bed, his warm comforting bed curled up under thick sheets with the Prussian flag design on them. What the hell was this!? With a small snarl he felt up the object around his neck. A collar? What had happened in the course of a night!? This couldn't be allowed by the EU, nor would his brother EVER willingly allow him to slip back into Russian hands. Kidnapping?

[x_prusija_x]

When the voice spoke up over the loudspeaker, the Prussian was instantly irritated at such a chipper voice. "Too much like the damn Russian. I wonder if he's to blame for this shit." There wasn't even anything to write out his cool but tender angst out on!! Grabbing his things he followed every one out to the large screen and tried to keep quiet long enough to hear out everything that human had to say. Per usual, loud mouths first~ And screw raising hands!! "HEY! Who the fuck do you think you are telling nations what to do? And who hell are these people! If this is under the advice of some new little shit nation, then they better step up because this is an act of war against all of us! I mean I don't care about that jerk." Point to England, "Or that jerk over there." Points to Norway. "Maybe that jerk, I haven't decided yet. BUT ITALY!? That guy can't even tie his own shoes! And this is an act of WAR. WORLD WAR! I should know, I'm QUITE experienced!" Gets a bit distracted, "Nhh but what I'm saying is if I'm going to kill these losers

[aphlos_npc]

The woman quietly waited through Prussia's ranting, picking up a little clipboard and running her finger down a list, glancing up every once in awhile as if to reconfirm who the speaker... screamer was. Once he was finally done the clipboard was replaced and she turned to look directly at the pale haired man. "Mr. Prussia correct? Number 43. Firstly, I have been paid quite handsomely by my employers to give you the guidelines of this game. These men" she gestures around to the squad of soldiers "have been paid well, also by my employers, to help me enforce those guidelines. And let me assure you that while my employers wish to remain anonymous for reasons which you might have figured out yourself that they are not some "new little shit nation" and have no intention of starting a war. And I am quite aware of the physical and mental abilities of all the Participants. And if you don't want to kill them under the promise of a reward then you can always simply not participate." Her lips curled into a smile that was just short of malicious

[lepetitarchipel]

At the hauntingly cheery mention of that final rule, a watery little squeak sounded from the middle of the crowd, only slightly muffled by two clammy palms. Seychelles curled even tighter into herself, choking back sobs with only mild success. This--she didn't want this. She didn't want to kill anybody! And, and she didn't want to--she didn't want them to--

She very nearly covered her ears, desperately wishing to block out the woman's voice and get away from this, all of this. But what if she missed something? What if the lady said something important and she missed it and then she...

"But--why are you doing this to us, huh?" she said, hiding the sniffle in her voice as she looked up at the strange woman and her strange bodyguards. Even if they made her flinch back even more, she tried to sit up straight, look half as imposing as Mister Prussia. She hoped against hope that her eyes weren't red. "Wha-what'd we do?"

[aphlos_npc]

The woman at the front of the room cleared her throat to get everyone's attention. As convenient as it might be for everyone to kill each other off before leaving the courtyard the game was supposed to happen out there. If the throat clearing didn't work then she could simply have one of the soldiers shoot a few rounds off. Nothing got people's attention like gunfire.

"Now if all of you are ready to begin, I will call your name. You will take your bag and leave out of that gate." She pointed to one across the courtyard where another soldier stood nearby holding it open. "I do ask that you be prompt in your exit so as not to hold up the process. Let the games begin, shall we?"

With that she looked down at the clipboard and called out the first name. "America! Please exit."

OOC:Threads will be started for each nation to leave in alphabetical order, though please feel free to reply to the threads of those before you.]

[manicliberty]

His shoulders slump and he pockets the PDA and map in his bomber jacket before putting it on. He's not happy with having a mystery weapon. He zips up the bag and throws it over his shoulder, heading out in a backwards stride to give England a nod and, as he saw his friend talking to her, to flash a reassuring smile Seychelles' way. With a last glance that said said, "Don't you fuckin' mess!" to certain people he's sure will be enemies (Prussia, mostly, and a bit at the Dane too) America turns on his heel and breaks into a light sprint out the gate.

He figures he should gain as much ground as he can before the others come out behind him, but not so much to tire himself out or make it impossible for his allies to catch up. Thus, he pulls out the PDA and map again and decides on a direction.

"Hmm, seems good. Plenty of cover. Them smokes will come in handy. Dumbasses..."

[aphlos_npc]

After America had left another name was called. That nation made their exit and the woman waited, glancing at her watch before going to the next name on her list.

"Austria! Please exit."

[von_habsburg]

Roderich had kept to himself, quietly avoiding most of the loudest people in the room. His indignation and anger at this treatment he would save for later when it was needed, currently he was studying the map as intently as he would a new and particularly difficult music score.

When his name was called he looked up, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and standing, taking his bag and striding to the front of the courtyard with a confidence he wished he truly felt. He pointedly ignored the woman who had given them the rules and guidelines, giving her and the soldiers around her all the consideration he would have given a group of mice. He stepped out of the courtyard before looking down at the map he had been given, checking his chosen direction against the compass and setting off. Doubtless he would soon get lost among the trees but he had no intention of staying close enough to be a target, not when Prussia would be close behind him.

[aphlos_npc]

Two more names were called and both the nations, females, made their exits when called. After another small wait the next name was called.

"Bulgaria! Please exit."

[aphlos_npc]

More names called, some of the nations seeming to try to avoid notice while others walked out confidently. She looked down at her clipboard.

"Denmark! Please exit."