Turn-based game: The play-by-post version.

As the title implies, in this game, we play a game in which one person posts their actions for a scenario, and another describes that action, then posts their action, e.g.

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A:You find yourself in a room with spiked chandeliers.

Walk around.

B: You walk around until an elephant appears in front of you.

Cut the damn elephant to pieces!

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Beginning scenario:

You wake up in a white-walled room. A lone teleporter lies in the middle of the room, but the power seems to be down. A grey door can be seen on the other side of the rom. All you have on you is a length of string, an empty bottle, a nametag and the clothes you're wearing, which consists of a white hooded shirt and a pair of white trousers.

Try to kick the damn door down!

Sanity? Why would I need a useless thing like that? Now posting as Motor-Runner.

The door yells in pain!

Apologize to the door.

ᐅᖃᐅᓯᖅ ᐊᑕᐅᓯᖅ ᓈᒻᒪᔪᐃᑦᑐᖅ

The door bears no hard feeling, because it is a door.

Apologise anyway and open it.

Equipped with his five senses, man explores the universe around him and calls the adventure Science.

The door explains that it is locked, and so cannot open for you. Gadzooks!

Find a crowbar and open it up.

I guess we could go... wherever we please.

You cannot find a crowbar, but you find a nametag somewhere near the teleporter.

Show the door the nametag.

Sanity? Why would I need a useless thing like that? Now posting as Motor-Runner.

You press down the name tag on what would be another door's handle, and sure enough, you hear a click as the grey mass swings inwards. Beyond the door is a long corridor. You do not see where it leads, just the endless, spotless white of the surface, and the lights on the ceiling, shining pale and unending. Reluctant yet having few other choices, you slowly walk in, unaware of what lies ahead...

It has been some time. Maybe a minute, maybe an hour, or a millennia. Doesn't matter anymore. The walls are acting strange: sometimes they're walls, sometimes they're not quite walls, and sometimes you're not sure whether walls are even a thing. The lights are shining pale as always, yet scarcely illuminating, scarcely giving out a glow that spells no light and warmth. And the sound. It lingers still in the air, it lurks within the walls, coming from somewhere close, always nearby, from something waiting and watching your every moment. You stop and listen once in a while, judging, trying to discern where it might be coming from, what it might be, your heart racing, anticipating whatever strange thing that might lie ahead. Yet the dread amounts to nothing in the end, when you wander through the desolate corridors still, running from and toward what lies beyond reach of the mind.

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Chew on the name tag.

edited 26th Nov '11 10:13:46 PM by betterthanstrawberry

Equipped with his five senses, man explores the universe around him and calls the adventure Science.

It tastes funny and smells a bit like almonds.

Consider adding salt to it.

mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean

You consider salting your nametag briefly and realize that the salt would not stick. Then you realize that you have no salt.

Go get hot sauce and fill a super soaker with it.

You decide to first find some hot sauce, even though you know eating the nametag is a bad idea. Suddenly, a trapdoor opens at your feet, causing you to fall into a room that appears to be spherical. A door opens to your right and outside the door is some sort of laser rifle with a scope. What can only be ammo for the rifle lies scattered about, leaving a trail.

Pick up the rifle and ammo, then follow the ammo trail.

Sanity? Why would I need a useless thing like that? Now posting as Motor-Runner.

Outside the spherical room is a vast plain stretching as far as you care to look. You can't see any horizon as you know it—in fact, the land seems to curve upwards slightly at the edges of your vision. It is sunny but somewhat cloudy.

You follow the trail, picking up the ammo you find and storing it in the bag you conveniently had with you. After a while, you find what looks like the entrance to a bomb shelter. There is faded writing on the door, but you can't recognize it.

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I load the rifle (if it isn't loaded already) and open the door.

"Two vessels' vast embrace / Surrounds us—time and space." - Abū al-ʿAlāʾ al-Maʿarrī

A man with a bazooka says, "What's the password?" in a thick Russian accent.

I shoot him.

He gets up, not affected.

I say, "Swordfish".

Bazinga!

"Y-you shot me! WELCOME TO ZE SHELTER!" The Russian leads you inside. You look at him in disbelief, then you walk in. You see some things that could come in handy, but you don't want to risk taking them in front of the Russian.

Say "Where the hell am I?"

Sanity? Why would I need a useless thing like that? Now posting as Motor-Runner.

The Russian man does not answer. In fact, it looks like he doesn't know the answer, either. Nevertheless, he walks with you, his bazooka raised. After about five minutes of walking down stairs and hallways, the two of you arrive at a large, dimly-lit room.

There are six other people present, four men and two women, sitting around a table and discussing something about medicine. They all speak English, with varying levels of skill. The Russian sits with them and points to an empty chair.

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I sit at the chair and put my bag down.

"Two vessels' vast embrace / Surrounds us—time and space." - Abū al-ʿAlāʾ al-Maʿarrī

Seeing as all you have on you is a gun, you have no bag to drop. However, you decide to sit down on with them. "Nono, ze chair is for me. You will stand.", says The Russian.

Collapse on the floor.

Sanity? Why would I need a useless thing like that? Now posting as Motor-Runner.

You do so. They chastise you for being melodramatic and ignore you even as you go into convulsions.

Ask the people for some hot sauce.

MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

Isn't the Russian already sitting down?

The youngest member of the group, a boy in his mid-teens, exits through a side door.

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I hope it's to get the hot sauce.

"Two vessels' vast embrace / Surrounds us—time and space." - Abū al-ʿAlāʾ al-Maʿarrī

Unfortunately, no. He brought back a bottle of mustard for some reason.

Ask what the hell they want with you.

mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean

"So what the hell do you want with me?"

They all look at you funny. An elderly-looking Asian lady says, "You mean you don't know?" She looks accusingly at the teenager who got the mustard. "You said he would know before he got here!"

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Ask what in blazes it is that you're supposed to know.

Ponders too much; thinks too little. Currently goes by Knowlessman.

"What in the blazes is it that I'm supposed to know?"

They stare at you for a moment, but before you can respond, men in tuxedos and sunglasses kick the door down, making the door yell in pain yet again. They point at you and shout, "Get that one!"

Throw the bottle of mustard at them.

edited 29th Jan '12 9:37:41 AM by GameSpazzer

MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

It misses completely. "OUT!" screams the Russian. "OUT OF ZE SHELTER!"

Stay in the shelter.

Crayon97 Yoylecake!

The men in tuxedos arrest you and everyone else in the room. You are all transported to a spherical room like the one you were just in, and all of your belongings are confiscated. The men pay special attention to you because of your laser rifle and your nametag.

They take you to a special side room and begin interrogating you. Their questions seem to be made for a different person, and you cannot answer them.

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I remain silent for the time being.

edited 29th Jan '12 7:33:58 PM by Eschatologist

"Two vessels' vast embrace / Surrounds us—time and space." - Abū al-ʿAlāʾ al-Maʿarrī