Manhunt, Genocide

[Clint-Sempai]

MANHUNT: GENOCIDE


You are all sat in a center of a room, on plain wooden chairs. You're not bound and are free to move around as you please. From the seats though all you can see is one door in the dead center of the wall across from you. It's standard size, made of steel and has no visible lock. To your left and right there is nothing but grimy white walls. There is a stain of dry blood on the floor directly beside the feet of the people sat in the middle. It trails off behind the seats but from where you're all sat you can't see where it ends.

You all also notice you are wearing the same clothing, nothing but a plain white t-shirt and running bottoms. There is nothing on your feet. Your heads feel heavy and dazed. There is also something around your neck that feels cold to the skin. Looking at your neighbors neck, you see some kind of metallic dog collar has been placed around their throat which has a flashing red light attached to it.

One of the occupants of the chairs, an old man looking in his late 50's/early 60's sits on the last chair from the right. He begins to have a coughing fit. A young woman next to him, who is pale in complexing with frayed black hair and blond highlights, looks at him in a confused manner.

[Clint-Sempai]

All

A loud buzzing pierces your ears. You all grab at your head in an attempt to block out the pain but the sound doesn't dim. After a few long seconds it stops.

Then a man coughs.

"Welcome."

A voice speaks out and its then you all realize that you all have an ear-piece molded into your left ear. The skin around it has been melted which stops any attempt of removing it. Unless you decide to remove your ear as well.

"Nice to see you all have awoken from your slumber." Says the rather straight, serious voice.

"First let me introduce myself. My name is... The Voice. You all maybe wondering what your doing here. Well we're all going to play a little game. A game about the value of life, such as your own."

There's a brief pause before he continues.

"Beyond that door lies salvation for one of you. A new life. A new beginning. A fresh start. But I'm not just going to give you it for nothing. You have to earn it. You have to show me how much your life is worth saving, why you deserve to start all over because in case you haven't worked it out yet for yourselves, you all should be dirt right about now."

There is another short pause as you all look at each other in confusion.

"That right. One of the things you all have in common is you all was terminated exactly 24 hours ago. You all should be dead."

The man stops again, the sound of him drinking water is heard before he continues.

"Now you probably want to hear more about this game. Please stand and turn around. I have a demonstration to show you."

The old man slowly stands up, as does the blond woman, a look of disgust comes over both of their faces as they turn around.

This post has been edited by Clint-Sempai on Jul 15 2008, 10:14 AM

[Clint-Sempai]

All

Turning, you all look upon a disturbing sight. A man is pinned 3ft off the floor; nails embedded through his hands and feet. His head hangs low as blood trickles down from his hands, along the white tiles and onto the floor. You also see the blood trail from before ends at the wall here directly below the man’s feet. His skin gives him the appearance of a Puerto Rican, his hair greasy and long. He obviously hasn't groomed in a few days either. Around his neck is a collar, the exact same shape and design as your own. A red light on the side flashes to a second long beat.

To the left of the man is a large rack of rusty tools and weapons, ranging from a simple butchers knife to a large petrol powered chainsaw.

"Let me explain." The voice comes back to break the dead silence. "This gentleman here is wearing the exact same collar that you all do. The light on the side shows that it is armed, like your own. Watch what happens when I press this button."

Suddenly the light begins to flash quicker. You all stand watching as it speeds up. Several seconds later it stops. There's a slight pause, a sharp beep. Then the collar explodes casting flesh and bone across the room. It paints everything.

The blond woman screams out, running into one of the corners in an attempt to hide. She mumbles to herself, crying and screaming aloud.

The old man again falls into a coughing fit, puking and covering his face in horror.

As you all regain yourselves, you look back up at the man. His head is completely missing. The space it once occupied now nothing more then steaming blood splatter.

Silence begins to creep in again as it does you all notice the voice is chuckling to himself.

"Alright then..." He eventually says. “That my friend is what happens if you don't follow the rules. You die. That was proof at how real this is. Now lets get back to the door shell we."

"Beyond that door is a series of environments. Populating these environments are several groups of unfriendly people, all hired by me. Well some did it for free since they take pleasure in their job but still..."

Suddenly the door swings open with a thunderous force. Beyond it is a deep tunnel, dark and dank. You can hear dripping water and the sound of vermin from somewhere in the pitch black.

"Each environment has a rule. Each environment has an end. A room much like this one you stand in now. This environment is the Cancer City sewer system, plagued by a special breed of man, the rat pack gang. They like to dress up in furs and scavenge what they can from their victims. The rule for this location is fairly simple, last one to the door marked with red paint, dies."

"Oh and one more thing. Help yourself to the weapon rack. You may need it."

You all stand in the room looking at the now opened doorway, the voice's laughter fading out in your earpieces.

Contents of weapon rack:-

Chainsaw
Machete
knuckle dusters
Butchers Knife
Knife
Chain with meat hook attachment
Axe
Bat with nails
Sledge Hammer
Crowbar
Pick-axe

(You can only take one weapon. First come, first served.)
||Also, there is an up and down to each weapon, although that will be for you to find out.||

This post has been edited by Clint-Sempai on Jun 4 2009, 07:32 PM