[[ she whispered her last ]] Survival Horror [[ "save yourself" ]] OUT OF CHARACTER

[quetzalcoatl]

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2/6 roles taken

Welcome to my survival horror roleplay. I am Squid, and this is not-so-subtly based on Silent Hill.

Roles

The Big Bad: taken by quetzalcoatl
Female 1: taken by quetzalcoatl
Female 2: open
Female 3: open
Male 1: open
Male 2: open
Male 3: open

Rules Abridged

quetzalcoatl is god
quetzalcoatl reserves the right to reject your profile
quetzalcoatl reserves the right to kick you out of the roleplay
No Sues
No Godmoding/Power playing/Auto-hitting
Character death can and will occur.
No one-liners, no novels
OOC stays in the OOC thread
Profiles stay in the profile thread

[quetzalcoatl]

The first thing that strikes you is pain. Sharp pain, like a rail spike has been driven through your skull, down your spine, that stretches from the tips of your fingers to the bottoms of your feet.

Your eyes crack open, slowly thanks to the thick layer of sleep that surrounds them.

The second thing that strikes you is the darkness.

You wonder for a moment if you’re blindfolded. Touching your hands to your eyes (and poking them, smooth.) you can call that myth safely busted. Your eyes dance with patterns and swirls as your mind tries to form something in the darkness. Nothing comes. The darkness is too complete.

Shuffling beside you. You nearly scream, heart feeling as if it was ripped from your body. Your kidnapper? A monster? Another human?

They run through the same routine, too terrified to acknowledge you; maybe they’re pretended they didn’t notice.

The room fills with noise: the ruffling of clothes, the groans of a painful wake-up call, and…sobbing?

A moment passes. You realize the sobbing is your own.

Static from the darkness. It surrounds you, echoes off hollow walls and reverberates through your body. The room even sounds endless. Dread spreads in your stomach like ink in water. A voice speaks, as hollow and metallic as the room. An obvious synth.

“Welcome all.” it begins, pitch shaky enough and automated enough to put any Bieber hit to shame. Perhaps it’s laughing. “The facility you sit in now contains over 47,000 feet of space, and extends 200 feet up.” It laughs now, “There are six of you and well over 100, shall I say, ‘beings’ for you to deal with. You have one week to kill them all and escape. Hurry hurry, now.”

The message turns to static, but doesn’t disappear. Is the intercom still on? Was the static there before? Is it listening?

The flickering of florescent lights. You catch a glimpse of the scared faces around you; normal, completely normal, just like you. All are startled by the lights which seer your retinas. The florescence struggle to start up, and it’s clear they have not been used in ages. The room around you literally wraps around you, in one massive cylinder with a ceiling so high you must cock your head all the way up to see it. The light of the florescence barely reaches you from up there, coating the room in a dull light. Just enough.

Just enough to see more than you’d like to see.

The walls (that you assume were at one time white) have been victim to years of rust and decay, and only the occasional sprinkling of eggshell flecks reminds you of their original colour. The scent of rust us heavy, and the walls are sickly shades of brown and red. Even the floor, which you assume were cool gray tiles, have become chipped, dull, coated in a heavy layer of dust and dirt.

You glance at the people that surround you. One thing is clear to all of you: you must escape.

But how?

[quetzalcoatl]

And now we wait and pray that this does not fail.

[Cali]

Mind if I join?

[quetzalcoatl]

Of course not! <333 Post your profile on the profile thread whenever you please.

[Cali]

Thanks [:

[Charlie]

how desperately do you need a male.

[quetzalcoatl]

(( We have the three female spots filled sitting around twiddling their thumbs. We need a male to even it out, at least a little bit. ))

[Cali]

[sorry. x.x]

[bookcrazI]

Okay I will post from here now on..

[Charlie]

(i can make a male if you need it)

[bookcrazI]

I think we need it...

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