The Murder Game: Day 001
[when you wake up, it will be in a completely white room. It's hard to think past the haze of your mind but you look around as you slowly sit up. There will be 11 doors surrounding you, each numbered from 1-11. Each will have a scanner next to the handle to enter that room. Judging from the barcodes on your forearms, to gain entry, you must scan this code.
As you wake more, you start too look around a bit more, notice that there are others there with you, people you know, have seen before. People that you possibly trust. You take in more of the room and notice there is a staircase leading away but if you happened to venture closer you would notice that at the top of the stairs there is a set of doors that are barred. Obviously no getting up there, not for the time being at least.
You look to the opposite wall and you see the portraits of all the players. Twenty little rabbits, two among them are wolves. There is a camera perched on with wall, watching you all very closely, just slightly out of reach. Just enough to tantalise and remind you that you’re being watched. Below that, a TV snows quietly, leaving the quietest of buzzes permeating the room.
And then you notice the blood.
It’s everywhere. Pools of it on the floors, half dried on the walls in large and splattered marks. Once your fight off the shock and bile rising in your stomach because you finally smell the stench, you watch how the blood drags off behind the door marked #5. And then the bloodied footsteps leading away from Door Number Five and towards the wall with the portraits, the camera and the television in which they seem to disappear into the wall.
How very strange. But there is not much time to ponder this for the TV has just blazed into life and show you a vivid white screen which blends almost perfectly into the wall. And then black text appears on the screen, stark and blunt against the white. The words remain just long enough to read before new text replaces it. All the while, there is the quiet hum of the television.]
Welcome to the Murder Game.
I have brought you here in order to play a little game.
That sounds fun, doesn't it?
You will be separated into pairs. Each pair has a room. Ten pairs; ten rooms.
It is your job to figure out which room is yours and who is your partner by scanning your barcode.
If a room doesn't unlock, it is not your room.
Simple enough.
Once you have located your room and partner the game will begin.
What is the game?
Two among you are wolves and will be killing one pair of innocents a night.
It is your job to try and figure out which pair are the wolves before they finish you all off.
But be careful, you wouldn't want to kill anyone innocent now would you?
As with every game, there are rules.
Know these rules.
If you don't follow the rules...
Well, who knows what might happen.
[You find yourself staring in disbelief at the words flashing on the screen. This…this can’t be right. It has to be a joke. Who in their right mind would concoct such an inhumane, grotesque, and utterly evil game?
You’re not given much time to ponder as immediately after, more words begin to appear on the screen.]
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
[The image on the television immediately cuts to the figure of a man with striking white hair sauntering over to a room, room Number Five, a tell-tale smirk tugging at his lips as he opens the door. At first, there’s nothing but silence. Then…a laugh. An eerie, haunting laugh that makes you shiver involuntarily as you continue to watch as if mesmerised.
“Ladies,” you hear the albino purr. “It seems you tried to escape last night, am I right?” Another laugh. More silence. And then you begin to make out the sounds of a woman, two women in fact, beginning to scream at the man. Demands of “LET US OUT” and “LET US GO” fill your ears before you see the albino man walk further into the room, seemingly disappearing from sight before, suddenly, the sound of a sickening crack - no, two sickening cracks- echo out. Pained groans are the only sounds you hear as the man suddenly reemerges.
This time, however, he’s dragging out the weakly struggling forms of two women.
Two women that had been assumed as being missing for the last few days now.
Your eyes widen in both recognition and terror as you catch sight of what, for some, are familiar flashes of dark brown and blond hair, of pale and tan skin, of pain-filled brown and blue eyes.
The names ‘Natalia’ and ‘Emiliana’ immediately come to mind for some of you as you watch, horrified, as the blond - Natalia - attempts to attack the albino as he continues to drag them both by their hair, the screen constantly flashing and turning to a different camera as he carries on. But with the blond woman is beginning to struggle fiercely, he stops with a frustrated growl and you suddenly catch sight of the gun holstered to his hip.
But he doesn’t reach for that, no. Instead he reaches for the knife he had been hiding this whole time. He drops the brunette and immediately rams the knife into the blonde’s abdomen with a hissed, “Stop that!”
A gurgled sound of pain and Natalia immediately crumbles to the ground, blood pooling beneath her as it oozes from the wound in her stomach. Somehow, she’s still breathing. Glazed eyes still flashing with barely-there anger as the man once again grabs hold of the still disoriented brunette and her now badly injured companion.
By now, some of you are fully convinced that this is indeed not a joke. And maybe a few of you still find yourselves shaking your heads in disbelief. And perhaps even one or two or even three of you find yourselves feeling absolutely giddy.
But nobody needs to know that.
The show isn’t over yet. The cameras continue to follow the three until you realize that he’s been dragging both victims towards the room you currently inhabit. Nononononono-
T-That’s not right. The blood. It couldn’t possible been from-
A sudden startled and pained cry as the albino, which some of you have possible dubbed ‘Gilbert’ by now, tosses the brunette down, knife once against in his hand. He’s not- Oh, God, he wouldn-
You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to watch as you hear the sound of cold, cruel metal tear its way into the now sobbing woman. Fearfully, you open your eyes, flinching as you catch sight of the man laughing once more, knife unyielding as it continues to rip into Emiliana’s weakly struggling body. Bloodied hands reach up shakingly in an attempt to shove him off. But instead, they only fall limply against her sides, her body seizing up at every new assault.
Her eyes, oh God, her eyes, so wide, so glazed over, dripping with tears as you watch her lips moves, the blood pooling inside her mouth slipping out at every movement she makes while attempting to speak.
After a moment, he seems to grow bored, choosing instead to sit back at his haunches as he keeps his eyes locked on the dying woman in front of him with an almost mocking smile before standing up to walk over to Natalia, his boots digging into the blood pooling beneath his feet as nudges the blond with left foot.
Blue eyes, wide and filled with horror, hate, and anger look up at him as Natalia struggles to get up. But it’s easy to see that the blood she’s lost make her attempts futile. Gilbert kneels back down, the sharp end of his knife brushing against her cool cheek as he suddenly sighs. “You know, you two might’ve been able to live longer if you’d just stayed put.” You watch as he shakes his head as if disappointed. “I’m really not to blame here, ya know.”
And then, the knife is brought back down, tearing into the soft skin of Natalia’s throat. She chokes. She’s choking on the blood that had pooled inside her mouth. And you know this. You can see this as her body suddenly goes taut before falling limp beneath Gilbert.
By now, the brunette has been dead for a good three minutes.
You’re struggling to breathe by now, bodies trembling as the television has yet to stop replaying what the cameras caught the night before. It had to have been the night before. The blood….the blood’s much too fresh.
Though, for all you know, this could have been taken place some odd minutes before you were brought here. There. Wherever and whatever this place is. It’s not done yet, though. The camera’s still rolling as Gilbert stands up once more, absently wiping the blood off on his jacket as he studies the two prone forms on the floor. He heaves another sigh before bending down and taking the wrists of the women, dragging them through the blood.
Bloody footprints.
The same footprints currently staining the ground near one of you.
And you watch, you watch as he creates a bloody trail that leads to a door marked ‘NUMBER 5.’ He opens it. He steps inside with both Natalia and Emiliana. It’s quiet for a moment. The doors closed behind him. More silence.
And then he steps out.
The camera follows him as he moves forward and under the view of the camera before disappearing.
Static.
You’re paralyzed with fear before suddenly, suddenly, the words “ARE YOU READY?” flash before you.
….So. Are you?]
Let the game begin.
[and the screen once again starts snowing softly. All the while, quietly humming.]
To discover where your rooms are, post below. It a free-for-all and you don't need to reply via action post (though interaction and reaction are both greatly encouraged), you can just post a basic response of "Alfred tries door number 3". (1-11, everything except 5).
If you choose the right room, I will inform you as such via comment and you will be allowed inside. If it is the incorrect door, you will receive a comment from me telling you to please try again on another door. Continue until you find the correct door.
Room 1: Sadiq/Elizaveta
Room 2: Raivis/Valdi
Room 3: Thera/Remy
Room 4: Ivan/Rory
Room 5: Emi/Natalia (deceased)
Room 6: Zhi/Toris
Room 7: Sindre/Feliks
Room 8: Otto/Loto
Room 9: Lucy/Jared
Room 10: Ion/Unknown
Room 11: Yao/Peter
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As you wake more, you start too look around a bit more, notice that there are others there with you, people you know, have seen before. People that you possibly trust. You take in more of the room and notice there is a staircase leading away but if you happened to venture closer you would notice that at the top of the stairs there is a set of doors that are barred. Obviously no getting up there, not for the time being at least.
You look to the opposite wall and you see the portraits of all the players. Twenty little rabbits, two among them are wolves. There is a camera perched on with wall, watching you all very closely, just slightly out of reach. Just enough to tantalise and remind you that you’re being watched. Below that, a TV snows quietly, leaving the quietest of buzzes permeating the room.
And then you notice the blood.
It’s everywhere. Pools of it on the floors, half dried on the walls in large and splattered marks. Once your fight off the shock and bile rising in your stomach because you finally smell the stench, you watch how the blood drags off behind the door marked #5. And then the bloodied footsteps leading away from Door Number Five and towards the wall with the portraits, the camera and the television in which they seem to disappear into the wall.
How very strange. But there is not much time to ponder this for the TV has just blazed into life and show you a vivid white screen which blends almost perfectly into the wall. And then black text appears on the screen, stark and blunt against the white. The words remain just long enough to read before new text replaces it. All the while, there is the quiet hum of the television.]
Welcome to the Murder Game.
I have brought you here in order to play a little game.
That sounds fun, doesn't it?
You will be separated into pairs. Each pair has a room. Ten pairs; ten rooms.
It is your job to figure out which room is yours and who is your partner by scanning your barcode.
If a room doesn't unlock, it is not your room.
Simple enough.
Once you have located your room and partner the game will begin.
What is the game?
Two among you are wolves and will be killing one pair of innocents a night.
It is your job to try and figure out which pair are the wolves before they finish you all off.
But be careful, you wouldn't want to kill anyone innocent now would you?
As with every game, there are rules.
Know these rules.
If you don't follow the rules...
Well, who knows what might happen.
[You find yourself staring in disbelief at the words flashing on the screen. This…this can’t be right. It has to be a joke. Who in their right mind would concoct such an inhumane, grotesque, and utterly evil game?
You’re not given much time to ponder as immediately after, more words begin to appear on the screen.]
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
[The image on the television immediately cuts to the figure of a man with striking white hair sauntering over to a room, room Number Five, a tell-tale smirk tugging at his lips as he opens the door. At first, there’s nothing but silence. Then…a laugh. An eerie, haunting laugh that makes you shiver involuntarily as you continue to watch as if mesmerised.
“Ladies,” you hear the albino purr. “It seems you tried to escape last night, am I right?” Another laugh. More silence. And then you begin to make out the sounds of a woman, two women in fact, beginning to scream at the man. Demands of “LET US OUT” and “LET US GO” fill your ears before you see the albino man walk further into the room, seemingly disappearing from sight before, suddenly, the sound of a sickening crack - no, two sickening cracks- echo out. Pained groans are the only sounds you hear as the man suddenly reemerges.
This time, however, he’s dragging out the weakly struggling forms of two women.
Two women that had been assumed as being missing for the last few days now.
Your eyes widen in both recognition and terror as you catch sight of what, for some, are familiar flashes of dark brown and blond hair, of pale and tan skin, of pain-filled brown and blue eyes.
The names ‘Natalia’ and ‘Emiliana’ immediately come to mind for some of you as you watch, horrified, as the blond - Natalia - attempts to attack the albino as he continues to drag them both by their hair, the screen constantly flashing and turning to a different camera as he carries on. But with the blond woman is beginning to struggle fiercely, he stops with a frustrated growl and you suddenly catch sight of the gun holstered to his hip.
But he doesn’t reach for that, no. Instead he reaches for the knife he had been hiding this whole time. He drops the brunette and immediately rams the knife into the blonde’s abdomen with a hissed, “Stop that!”
A gurgled sound of pain and Natalia immediately crumbles to the ground, blood pooling beneath her as it oozes from the wound in her stomach. Somehow, she’s still breathing. Glazed eyes still flashing with barely-there anger as the man once again grabs hold of the still disoriented brunette and her now badly injured companion.
By now, some of you are fully convinced that this is indeed not a joke. And maybe a few of you still find yourselves shaking your heads in disbelief. And perhaps even one or two or even three of you find yourselves feeling absolutely giddy.
But nobody needs to know that.
The show isn’t over yet. The cameras continue to follow the three until you realize that he’s been dragging both victims towards the room you currently inhabit. Nononononono-
T-That’s not right. The blood. It couldn’t possible been from-
A sudden startled and pained cry as the albino, which some of you have possible dubbed ‘Gilbert’ by now, tosses the brunette down, knife once against in his hand. He’s not- Oh, God, he wouldn-
You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to watch as you hear the sound of cold, cruel metal tear its way into the now sobbing woman. Fearfully, you open your eyes, flinching as you catch sight of the man laughing once more, knife unyielding as it continues to rip into Emiliana’s weakly struggling body. Bloodied hands reach up shakingly in an attempt to shove him off. But instead, they only fall limply against her sides, her body seizing up at every new assault.
Her eyes, oh God, her eyes, so wide, so glazed over, dripping with tears as you watch her lips moves, the blood pooling inside her mouth slipping out at every movement she makes while attempting to speak.
After a moment, he seems to grow bored, choosing instead to sit back at his haunches as he keeps his eyes locked on the dying woman in front of him with an almost mocking smile before standing up to walk over to Natalia, his boots digging into the blood pooling beneath his feet as nudges the blond with left foot.
Blue eyes, wide and filled with horror, hate, and anger look up at him as Natalia struggles to get up. But it’s easy to see that the blood she’s lost make her attempts futile. Gilbert kneels back down, the sharp end of his knife brushing against her cool cheek as he suddenly sighs. “You know, you two might’ve been able to live longer if you’d just stayed put.” You watch as he shakes his head as if disappointed. “I’m really not to blame here, ya know.”
And then, the knife is brought back down, tearing into the soft skin of Natalia’s throat. She chokes. She’s choking on the blood that had pooled inside her mouth. And you know this. You can see this as her body suddenly goes taut before falling limp beneath Gilbert.
By now, the brunette has been dead for a good three minutes.
You’re struggling to breathe by now, bodies trembling as the television has yet to stop replaying what the cameras caught the night before. It had to have been the night before. The blood….the blood’s much too fresh.
Though, for all you know, this could have been taken place some odd minutes before you were brought here. There. Wherever and whatever this place is. It’s not done yet, though. The camera’s still rolling as Gilbert stands up once more, absently wiping the blood off on his jacket as he studies the two prone forms on the floor. He heaves another sigh before bending down and taking the wrists of the women, dragging them through the blood.
Bloody footprints.
The same footprints currently staining the ground near one of you.
And you watch, you watch as he creates a bloody trail that leads to a door marked ‘NUMBER 5.’ He opens it. He steps inside with both Natalia and Emiliana. It’s quiet for a moment. The doors closed behind him. More silence.
And then he steps out.
The camera follows him as he moves forward and under the view of the camera before disappearing.
Static.
You’re paralyzed with fear before suddenly, suddenly, the words “ARE YOU READY?” flash before you.
….So. Are you?]
Let the game begin.
[and the screen once again starts snowing softly. All the while, quietly humming.]
To discover where your rooms are, post below. It a free-for-all and you don't need to reply via action post (though interaction and reaction are both greatly encouraged), you can just post a basic response of "Alfred tries door number 3". (1-11, everything except 5).
If you choose the right room, I will inform you as such via comment and you will be allowed inside. If it is the incorrect door, you will receive a comment from me telling you to please try again on another door. Continue until you find the correct door.
Room 1: Sadiq/Elizaveta
Room 2: Raivis/Valdi
Room 3: Thera/Remy
Room 4: Ivan/Rory
Room 5: Emi/Natalia (deceased)
Room 6: Zhi/Toris
Room 7: Sindre/Feliks
Room 8: Otto/Loto
Room 9: Lucy/Jared
Room 10: Ion/Unknown
Room 11: Yao/Peter
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